Seraph was bored. As amusing as his garden was, doubly so considering the fate of several students who had just happened to wander to far into the forest and stumbled upon it, it, and they, lacked something special. Something that turned what was just mild entertainment into something truly special. But what could provide that?

As Seraph considered the problem, and possible solutions, he watched various scenes from his garden. A student in a deep slumber while her body bucked and squirmed as two vines growing from the flower of sleep slammed hard into her two holes. A second writhed and let out muffled moans and screams as the moss growing from the flower of life covered her body, concealing the three tendrils that were both thrusting deep inside her three welcoming holes. And those were simple examples of the scenes occurring at each of the 'domain' flowers scattered around the garden.

As Seraph watched a student spasming and screaming in ecstasy from a single vine of lightning that had wrapped around her arm an idea came. He watched for a few more moments as the lightning writhed in her nipples and clit and brought her to another shattering orgasm before putting the first step of his new plan into action. Based on the time the last class of the day would be starting soon, and that would give him an opportunity. He considered the various students he could manipulate into coming to him before settling on the dark skinned student Narissa.

It took only a second for Seraph's spell to be cast, a mind affecting spell that would make Narissa momentarily forget about the fact she still had one class left today and decide that she would try the spell on her currently ethereal nipple rings. She would remember about her class when she would have to sprint to get their on time, giving her no chance to make the rings fade away again.

Narissa found herself back in her room, the inviting atmosphere just what she needed to greet her from her more than heinous day. Thus far, several of the teachers had decided to move finals up a week and give them a practice today for the now tomorrow coming tests. With each period's end, they would show how the students did with the practice test coming back to them . . . She had done poorly.

Huffing, she closed the door behind her to hurriedly unbutton her blouse, pulling off the small ribbon that was there. If there was anything that could help her calm down now, it would be the welcoming hot streams of the shower that could relax her from this stress. Unbuttoned, she quickly shrugged off the sleeves of the blouse as she tossed it to the desk chair next to her, her bra being unlatched from the front as her breast pulled free from the confining fabric. Her mind instantly went to her bare dark nipples . . . Now, they were just small nubs. Asleep, if anything . . . But with a certain word . . .

It had seemed but a long, mushed dream . . . Was she even certain of the things she learned were actually real? Or just a fleeting dream? An unsettling feeling sat in her gut as she wondered about it. She wanted it to be true . . . that she had came one step closer to becoming stronger . . . But in this state. . .

"Tildaren."

Already she could feel the soft pinches inside her nipples as the air around them solidified, not only revealing and bringing to touch, the rings, but awakening her nipples as well. "Mmm." The moan had escaped her, but only held back by her biting close her bottom lip, her eyes clenching shut just the slightest. The gold shine a prominent hue against the chocolate nubs, contrasting well with one another. Well . . . It was a relief to know she hadn't dreamed her gained skill, but . . . What about that other thing about the rings? Lifting a finger to the small hoops, she was just ready to pull on one before stopping.

'No. Shower first.'

She allowed herself to walk half nude to her bathroom stall, fingering the hem of her skirt as she nudged off her shoes at the heel. When her socked feet touch the cold ceramic of the bathroom, only then did she discard the rest of her clothes. The straps on her bra fell free on top of the counter sink. Her skirt, unzipped from her waist, slipped down the length of her russet thighs as they slipped down her legs. It was only quick work that she yanked off her socks and headed to the shower stall. Just as she was about to turn the knob, a knocking came from her door, just outside her door.

'Really?'

"Who is it?" she groaned out, poking her head from the stall to hear a familiar voice of one of her classmates.

"Narissa! We're going to be late for that Finals Practice class! You and the others are the only ones still not there," was the voice of the girl in her Chemistry class. She wanted to hurl so bad at those words. Instead, a curse flew from her mouth.

"A-Alright! Thanks, I'll be there in five!" So much for relaxing . . . The girl gave her confirmation before knocking on another door, but Narissa was already throwing on clothes and slipping her feet into her shoes. A gasp pulled from her lips as she felt the rings pressing into her as she pulled on her bra.

'Just so long as nothings looping on it . . .I can take it.' she didn't have time to think of anything else but making it to that class. Surprise or not, that teacher was a menace on tardies. She just couldn't believe she had forgotten the impromptu thing.

Finally dressed, wrinkled but decent, Narissa hurried her way out to deal with the class again, holding her arm to her chest as she ran, the best way she could keep the rings from at least, brushing the bra against her nipples up and down in their constraints.

Seraph had called up a watcher spell on Narissa the moment he had cast his first spell, and while her annoyance and fear of being late had let him get a base outline of her soul and location it could do little else. The magic that flowed through her nipple rings and was anchored in her soul provided more information that, combined with his memory of her appearance, allowed him to determine what she looked like.

As Seraph watched her run to her class his attention wavered, and soon the spell watching Narissa was moved to the side to let him watch two students entwined in vines of fire and ice writhing against each other bodies as the two flowers of fire and ice held them pinned against each other while a vine from each flower thrusted into their pussy and ass. One had ice in her pussy and fire in her rear while the other was suffering the reverse. Their mouths were left unfilled and as every thrust bounced their bodies their nipples rubbed against each other while their voices moaned and screamed in ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm spread through their bodies.

Glancing back at Narissa Seraph noticed that she was in her final class of the day. He had no doubt that she had made it just in time to avoid being late, and now he had the chance to put the second part of his plan into action. The mind affecting spell had gone dormant, and now the second part of it activated. Soon she would be unable to remember the exact words to unsummon the rings. Forcing her to endure the entire class with them in place. Of course if she ever used her mana sight she would be able to 'see' what direction Seraph was in. In fact Seraph was counting on her eventually giving in to trying to remember the words and seeking him out.

There were no bells ringing anyone tardy now. Not with the class being off schedule, anyways. But the teacher seemed to have forgotten that little fact as well and many of the girls were able to trickle in hurriedly with nothing more than a scathing look after they came in. But by the time the instructor had remembered, pretty much everyone had made it to the class on time. Before the woman could go to the center of the class to begin her lecture, a girl had burst through the doors. By the sound of her apologetic voice to the teacher, it had sounded like the girl earlier who had warned so many . . . But mercy was not given as she was sent to detention.

Biting her lip in sympathy, a deep sigh left her, a reminder of the pressures on her nipples that she had to call them off. She shifted herself to try to have them press less into her, their pinchy quality catching her breath. But she would have to wait for the teacher to leave from around her seat area before whispering the word.

She watched as the teacher drolled on, leisurly making her way to the front of the class as Narissa tried to keep from frowning at her too much. The woman just didn't want to seem to go to the board as much as she would normally have done before, her lips spouting how its important to be timely, rather than the finals practice they were all here for.

'Finally!'

She had begun to teach the woman reached the board, taking up a red dry erase marker in her fingers. Under her breath, her hand covering her lips in guise of a cough, she whispered, "Tiltaren."

A moment passed as nothing happened. A questioning look came to her. faking a cough, she kept her hand close to her lips as she moved her arm closer to her body to the front, her breath gasping for real when she could feel the hoops pressed to her nipple as her arm pressed her bra from outside.

'Did I say it wrong?' Trying again, she tried to change just a little. She probably just sounded the first part.

"Tearalden . . ." Moving her wrist just the slightest, a small moan escaped her. It was still on! 'What am I doing wrong?? Didn't I say it right?? Oh please don't tell me . . .' That she may have forgotten . . .

Seraph watched as Narissa tried to remember the words of the spell that reactivated the ethereal spell that normally concealed her nipple rings, but of course with the spell shrouding her memory she would be unable to say it right. However Seraph knew he would probably grow bored of waiting for class to end, and as amusing as the garden was with the prospect of Narissa coming to him he found himself unable to focus on it. He was looking forward to Narissa far to much. With a sigh he dispelled the other watcher spells and instead expanded the ward that was covering the class, searching for something he could use.

First what souls could he see? The teacher was one he could see easily, in fact Seraph had never had problems seeing any of the teachers here. Narissa herself was also clearly visible, but he didn't want her to realise he had engineered this and so that ruled out using magic on her directly. Which left using another student as a proxy. Suddenly a slight smile broke out on Seraph's face as he focused on a student sitting next to Narissa. He recognised her, a few days ago she had stumbled into the garden, trying to escape another monster. It had, quite wisely, refused to step over the vine that marked the edge of the garden. She had simply run blindly into the garden, and it had been several hours before Seraph had grown bored enough to return her to her dorm. But she had reached the domain of the Psionic flowers, and more importantly the flower of domination. As a result a 'seed' had been planted in her mind, one that would allow Seraph to take over and 'guide' her at will.

***

Sharon glanced over at the girl sitting next to her, a dark skinned girl by the name of Narissa. As Sharon looked at her she felt slightly confused by her actions. Are you OK Narissa? She whispered as the teacher droned on.

She bit her lower lip. Another failed attempt and only a small tug at her rings had finally made her stop. 'Why can't I remember? UGH! This is so distracting.' With the way she needed to focus on the finals, her attention was more than just a little divided.

"Ms. Lorris, I do hope that I am keeping you entertained enough to keep your interests . . ."

Narissa recoiled when the woman's voice bit out at her, sarcasm practically coating her words. "No mahm, just focusing on the lecture." Keeping with the look of the studious pupil, she straightened her back as, interlocking her fingers on the desk as she gave the woman all her attention with a blank face, as if waiting for her to go on.

That seemed to be all that the woman wanted before her eyes lingered on her, then she was to the board. Narissa kept the look for a few more second in case the teacher did turn back. But when she hadn't, her shoulders sagged as a frown pulled at her lip.

Sitting up straight altogether was mind-boggling to keep that straight face with both rings pressed that time.

A whisper came from her right. Looking, she saw Sharon, a girl that would normally leave her alone in class. But she supposed she herself had been acting a little more weirdly than she normally did.

"Yes, I'm fine, thanks," she whispered to her, making sure to keep herself more facing the head of the class for a quick act if the woman looked back at her students again.

Are you sure? Your acting a little bit odd. Sharon's reply was, obviously, whispered. Pitched low enough that the teacher would not hear it, not that it would have mattered. Since Seraph could see the teacher it was easy enough to tweak her soul so that she would ignore Sharon. After all, since Sharon was little more than a puppet at the moment Seraph saw no reason to make her suffer for it, well unless Seraph choose to do something to her anyway.

Suddenly Sharon's eyes glanced at Narissa's chest, and an almost inaudible gasp could be heard, at least by someone sitting next to her. Where did you get those? In case Narissa hadn't worked out what she meant by that a hand darted out and briefly touched one of her rings before retracting back to her own desk, just as the teacher spun around to face the class again.

It was a surprised, but when her fingers touched on her breast, Narissa instantly gasped, her face shown in both surprise at the contact and how it felt and shock. Even though the enchantment hadn't activated, she wasn't sure if it would have or not and the fact that she hadn't cum right then and there was a relief!

She could feel her face begin to heat from the anxiety and attention. "They're . . .they've always been there," she whispered, self-consciously folding her arm around herself. It was a weak attempt, since the girl had seemed to already have seen it. 'Are they that noticeable??'

If so . . . she would have to make doubly sure that she try and remember the spell now . . .If not . . .She could only imagine all of the stares she would get down the halls!

'Oh come on! Tilredin? Triladen? Tridaleen???' she thought, each words in her mind as unsure as the last.

"Do you have something you would like to say to the class, Ms. Lorris? Or do you simply not care about your final marks?" She jumped in her seat, but was able to pull off another contrite look, frowning down at her desk. "Sorry mam, it won't happen again . . . ''

"Make sure that it doesn't. I'm sure Ms. Honor'oh would like some company in detention." The woman was much more hesitant about turning her back now, but she eventually had to go back to board as the other students kept their snickers back, most of them still focused on getting down the red notes on the board.

Sharon had adopted an appearance of innocence the moment the teacher had turned around, and she waited for the teacher to resume writing on the board before she continued her quiet conversation with Narissa. You have not always had them, and they are only noticeable if you do something that brings them into prominence. Like this... Sharon's hand darts out again and one finger loops through the blouse and passes slightly through one of the rings. Of course that slight passage is enough to activate the hypersensitivity spell that lies dormant inside it, and suddenly Narissa's senses come alive as the magic amplifies everything they feel.

Fortunately the teacher seems ignorant of what is happening behind her, but a few of the students stop focusing on the teacher and instead start watching Sharon and Narissa. The teacher's ignorance is because of Seraph, he has ensured she will simply continue as if nothing is going on, no matter what anyone in class does. As soon as the various students realise this fact, and discover the effect of Narissa's new nipple rings the first stage of entertainment begins.

"Uh!" The moan that had escaped was faster than her hand as it clamped over her parted lips. But the rings had activated as she felt the sensation running up and down her body like an lighter. With her free hand she pressed Sharon's hand on top of her blouse, doing her best to immobilize the diabolical limb as her spine shivered with pleasure.

Even to her ears the hand had not blocked anything as she spotted a few girls looking her way. The hand clamping her lips shifted to her biting the side of her index finger, shaking as she felt Sharon's finger. The limb was still above the blouse, but another woman's fingers would know how to press the blouse to reach just into the bra that harbored such a secret.

She felt handicapped with her finger there, as if her strength was being sapped into the rings, turning it into pleasure. But her palm pressed firmed on Sharon's, keeping her from tugging or worst, making her moan louder for the teacher.

"Pl-please unhook your finger," she barely kept under a whisper, her own back hunched to keep her breathing controlled as she leaned more on the desk.

Sharon released the ring, but not before whispering After class in Narissa's ear. She settles back into her seat and apart from a few playful tugs when Narissa focuses to much on the teacher the class finishes without Sharon going an further. But when the teacher dismisses the class and leaves before any of the students can react Sharon moves in before Narissa has a chance to recover form the abrupt ending of the lesson and escape.

How about we go for a nice walk in the forest Narissa? Sharon's voice is sweet, far to sweet for it to be real. And if Narissa looks behind her she would notice three more students have formed in a loose semi-circle behind her. The three students were unexpected, and had simply seen what had happened in class and guessed, correctly, what would happen after it. Seraph will have to think of an appropriate reward for helping his puppet follow his will.

Narissa became flustered for the rest of the class. Although she was grateful that she had released her, it had not stopped the girl from playfully teasing her. She was sure more than a few squeaks from herself had made it to the front of the classroom. But the teacher was remaining dutifully focused on the board, not once looking towards her area or the molesting hands of Sharon.

By the end of the class, towards a few minutes before they should leave, Narissa was a jittery mess and couldn't even hold her pencil and write a five lettered word. Her eyes were beginning to lower as her she flared. It wouldn't have been the first time she had been touched by another female here, but with the added effects of the rings, it was taking its toll on her concentration. She had to make it an effort to keep her legs from rubbing together and irritating that ache higher that was beginning to grow.

Her attention was growing steadily more and more on the clock for when this would end. Once the teacher had clapped her dry erase marker to the board's shelf. Dismissed, Narissa pushed herself up on shaky legs, hoping to get to her dorm, lock it, and hopefully cool herself down enough to try and remember that incantation. But Sharon had seemed to have a different plan in mind for her as she gained her attention.

"No . . . I really think I should go to my room and study for this final," were the words she wanted to say. 'Hasn't she had enough? Fine! She knows I have nipple rings, she shouldn't be that fascinated by it.' But before she could attempt to get by, a presence behind her was felt as she turned to find three other girls behind her, all smiling.

"Study partner I hope . . ." she directed to Sharon, hoping they were just there to see Sharon so she could leave.

At Narissa's words all four girls giggled and Sharon's smile grew. Yes, we need your help studying. Her eyes flashed with mischief and her voice was light and teasing. Sharon started to leave, and the three other students quickly positioned themselves so that when they followed Narissa would be stuck in the middle of the four students, with one of them in each possible direction she could go, trapping her.

As Sharon led the way through the school the five girls soon found themselves in the forest, and they continued even deeper. As they walked the three girls groped her ass and breasts, sometimes just rubbing them through the fabric but every now and than one of the girls on the side would clasp one of the rings through the blouse and bra while the others two rubbed and squeezed her radidly arousing body. Yet Sharon continued leading them on, in fact she seemed to know exactly where to head and the path she took winded and weaved its way through the trees. So much so soon the other girls realised one by one that unless Sharon knew the way back they would be lost. With darkness approaching getting lost this deep in the forest would be bad, even without the knowledge of what prowled the island.

However eventually Sharon's destination, what appeared to be a vine of flame that stretched in a circle around a clearing. Sharon stepped through the fire without hesitation, and when she didn't cry out the others followed, nerves ensuring they stayed close to Sharon. As they all stepped through the flame it sent a warm shiver through their bodies, as if a lover had caressed every inch of their skin, despite the uniforms covering it. On the other side was an amazing garden with hundreds of different flowers lining the sides of a path. This looks like a good place to study, don't you agree girls? The three girls all chimed agreements, although their eyes were filled with wonder.

In the heart of the garden Seraph smiled to himself, everything was going very well.

Something wasn't right here. At least, that's what Narissa was thinking when she watched the reaction of the other girls. 'I KNOW I'm not beign paranoid in thinking that normal girls wouldn't even bat an eyelash and are suddenly entranced by my boobs?' . . . . .'Yeah, nothing unusual there,' she thought to herself sarcastically. But if that was it, what was the answer to what was happening to them, or Sharon. Hazing was the first thing that came to her mind when Sharon called her out like that. But most of the time, hazings would begin with the start of new people . .. not already late in the next to last terms . . . So that knocked that idea outl

"Why are we headed towards the forest?" Don't these girls know any better than that? Narissa bit the inside of her lip as she wanted to give another retort, but as she was thinking of one, a hips arched as she felt her right breast stroked firmly. "Ah!" Covering her chest with her arm, she threw the girl to her right a nasty glare, but it was enough for the one to her right to hook onto her other ring as Narissa's stance nearly tripped up. Even though she caught herself, she could easily feel her legs growing wobbly from the small exchange. But she would soon find herself wishing that she would have just stopped there.

The molesting continued up the way and all she could do was cover her breast. Her body was already jittery with the after effects of the rings when her rear was smacked or a deviant finger would trail up her side, leaving her breath shuddering. She needed to go back NOW. Already she could feel herself growing warmer to the touch, their touch. But even with the time they had been traveling, it was already too late and she Sharon's many turns and twists within the forest had left her losing her heading to get back on campus.

Her only way back would be through Sharon and it didn't seem as in any time soon she was going to let her off. It was with little solace she kept herself hoping that she would only be attacked by a monster if she ran back in a random direction on her own. Her best bet was to stay with the girls, in numbers. . . at least . .she hoped.

Oddly enough, up ahead, she began to see a warm glow just brighter than the setting sun on the island, soon finding the light coming from several burning vines.

"Those .. . . those flames aren't eating away at the vines," she said, her voice slightly husky from the small bit of arousal that reached her voice. But even with that note, Sharon continued on, and with her, her lackies followed, making her do so as well.

"Is this magic?" She stared at Sharon's as she turned around, deeming the area good enough to halt at as Narissa questioned her again. "Did . . . . . did you learn to do that on your own? Does Kanoe know of you?" If there was any way she was getting away or maybe to appeal to their leader, Narissa might be able to get off from what she was planning. . . She was sure it was nothing she wanted to learn of any time soon.

Those vines were the flames. This place is magic, can't you feel the mana in the air? Sharon asked, and if one focused for a second one would 'feel' mana flower around them, gently caressing each student's skin. Sharon herself had no magical talents, although she did seem able to identify it when it was around. Obviously she had felt it before ... and even without Seraph's flower dominating her mind she would probably recognise it. Narissa should remember the sensation from when she had last met Seraph, and if she used her mana sight she might even be able to recognise the garden as being formed from his magic. In fact ... Seraph wanted her to recognise it.

Kanoe? Who is Kanoe? Sharon obviously hasn't met, or even heard of Kanoe before. However further questions were held off when one of the girls who had tagged along tapped a flower, and a dozen butterflies seemingly made of ice appeared out of no where and fluttered around the group. One of the girls squealed in delight and tried to catch one of the butterflies as a second tapped another flower ... releasing a bird of fire that proceeded to chase the butterflies of ice.

You seem to be in a spot of bother Narissa. I hope you didn't forget the spell to conceal your nipple rings. Seraph's voice sounded inside Narissa's head, and anything she wanted to say to him he would hear without any of the student's who had brought her here being able to do so.