Chronos, Chapter 25 (Patreon)

Chapter 25 – Induction

It was opening night for Anachronism.

A new dance club opening up in the city was always going to generate hype. After all, new things had novelty, and even people who already knew that they probably wouldn’t be leaving their usual haunts for fresher grounds got the urge to visit, if only to confirm their choice. This was even more the case when the club filled a niche that the other clubs didn’t.

Oh, sure, every dance club had a ‘retro night’ once a month or so, sometimes even once a week. But that was different from a club that straight up said that there would be no music ‘too young to drink’ played at the club. Even the bands that would do live shows were either older bands, or ones doing covers of older songs.

Ironically, this actually increased the hype for Anachronism, since many bands who had been hits back in the day, but hadn’t transcended to legendary status like your Slayers or the like often struggled to find gigs to play. Cover and tribute bands were thrilled, as well, because a retro place meant that there was a ready gig for them, if they were good enough. Older fans loved it, because that was the music they’d heard growing up, and younger fans were at least ambivalent, but figured it was a change of pace. Few people actually disliked the idea.

This included those in the super community, as well. Of course, those I’d already brought into the fold were more than happy to spread the good news about a retro dance club starting up, since it was also the cover for my temple, and I wanted to get as much of the city under my sway as I could. What that meant for tonight was that I was finally going to tie off a loose end that I hadn’t wanted to eliminate in a hastier manner.

Skye and Hannah had been ordered to invite their teammates, and their significant others, to the opening night, claiming that they’d gotten VIP tickets. And that much was true. I’d made sure they each had a set of tickets for their whole team, as well as the ‘plus ones’.

When I got to the VIP section, I was pleased to see that the invites had not gone out in vain. Skye and her husband were there, of course, and Hannah brought her sister, Amy Westler, since her boyfriend was slightly dead at the moment. She wasn’t the only one who brought a family member, however.

Sara Moss and Danna Strickland, otherwise known as Druidess and Starchild in their hero guise, were actually lovers. In fact, according to Hannah, who had all the gossip on the Liberty Belles that I could possibly wish for, they were pretty notorious for being very much lesbians. Not that they hated men, but they had as much attraction to the male form as they did spoiled milk.

Sara had given her ticket to her cousin, Alonzo Sims. He was a minor super who went by the name Courier, since he used his teleportation ability to run a courier service throughout the city. Danna, on the other hand, gave her ticket to her friend from college, Sienna Lane. While Sienna wasn’t a super, she did work as the Liberty Belles’ in-house lawyer. Apparently, the two lovers had decided to try and play matchmaker.

Freya Kaur (Snowblind), Adriana Nunez (Psyren), and Grace Patel (Amazon) rounded out the roster of the Liberty Belles. Freya and Grace brought their husbands, Theo and Ameer, while Adriana brought her ‘girlfriend’, Jennifer Evans. Of course, if what Hanna said was true, then Jennifer was less Adriana’s girlfriend, and more her Mistress or Domme. Either way, it definitely brought some lovely images to mind.

Going down that line of thought, I considered making Jennifer my second priestess. After all, there was too much for just one priestess to do, especially once the cult started really expanding. Having a second priestess, one already conditioned to believe in my faith? That would open up options for me.

That settled it, then. I would just have to convert the little Domme into a pet priestess once the initiations were done. I could do it during the time I would spend enslaving the rest of the Liberty Belles. Of course, I couldn’t do them all at once tonight. I needed to be inside time to conduct the ritual, and that would take ten hours of work!

I made my way over to the Liberty Belles, drink in hand, with Tracy and Bethany on my arm like a playboy right out of the disco era. I smiled at them, and said, “Oh, excellent! I’m glad to see you all got my invitations. For those of you I haven’t met, I am Dr. Remington Livingston, and these are Tracy and Bethany, my lovely dates for the evening. I know you heard it at the door, but, as the owner, let me say, welcome to Anachronism!”

“Oh, man, you’re the owner?” Alonzo asked. “You really went all in on this! I mean, this place looks even better than the videos of that old Studio 54! How did you manage to do all this?”

“Magic, my friend. Magic, and a bit of money to smooth things over. Those of you who have some knowledge of the arcane might know that I’m the one in charge of the Mystic Arts wing of the public library.”

“That’s right!” Grace said. “You’re that doctor that Skye and Hannah have been consulting on the whole Chronos thing! Oh, I’m Amazon, by the way. I know, short little waif like me doesn’t look anything like the six-foot muscular warrior woman, but the transformation takes care of that.”

“Ah, interesting. I assume that there is some kind of magical artifact involved? Is it a total transformation, or boosting you into that ‘battle form’? And how did the Pulse change it, if at all?”

Tracy laughed, and said, just as I’d told her to before we walked up, “Sorry, Remy always gets like this when magic stuff comes up. He’s a great help at the library, but all this magic talk goes straight over my head. Don’t worry, he’ll stop if you don’t want to answer questions.”

Grace laughed, and shook her head. “No, its fine. I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t want to talk about it. Seriously, we don’t get to talk about ‘business’ or the ‘super’ parts of being superheroines too often, and certainly not to those outside the circle. And I love my Ameer,” she patted him on the arm, “but Lord knows he would be glad for me to have a new target.”

Ameer laughed good-naturedly. “Its true. She tries, but talking with her about that life is like a bear telling a shark that her knees hurt. I can be there for her when she needs help a shoulder to cry on, but I’m much like you and Bethany are to the good doctor, I’m afraid, when it comes to all the other stuff.”

“Honey! No talking about the shoulder stuff! It’s embarrassing!”

I couldn’t help but smile at the byplay between the couples. As we chatted, it became clear that all these relationships were really wholesome. Hannah had really been the odd one out with her fascination with bad boys, but, other than that, they were all really nice, down to earth people. It was almost a shame to utterly corrupt them all.

Not that that would stop me.

About ten minutes after I sat down to talk with the superheroines and their party (and about three minutes after the ‘party favors’ in their latest round of drinks went to work), I heard the song I’d been waiting on, signaling that the programming was about to begin. On this opening night, the idea was to brainwash roughly ten percent of the club’s attendees, plus everyone in the VIP section. Myself, and those who were already bound to me were left out of it, obviously. The fire marshal rated the club at 600 people for maximum capacity, mostly thanks to the fact that we had magical backups on the fire suppression system, meaning that I was expecting sixty new followers, plus my VIPs.

I was currently dancing a with Amy, at her sister’s urging, while Tracy and Bethany danced with Hannah. Not doing spectacular, thanks to the bad knee, but I at least was dancing passably for a white guy. I was about ready to stop anyway when I noticed her eyes going glossy as the programming began to kick in, and led her over to the railing, looking down over the second floor. Thanks to the party favors, and the distraction of the programming, she didn’t resist as I bent her slightly forward, and ran my hand up, between her thighs, moving underneath the tight miniskirt she wore.

Amy did react when my fingers pushed her panties to the side, but all she did was offer a soft sigh as the cool air touched her. When I slid inside her, she shuddered, but did not resist. “Oh! I didn’t think you would… not in public!”

“My club, my rules,” I growled into her ear as I began thrusting. “If I want to fuck a delightful little piece of ass for all to see, then I’m going to. And if you look down below us, you’ll see plenty of people doing the same.”

That was the truth. The servers had been generous with the party favors, since it was opening night, and fully three-fourths of the partiers were getting down, in more ways than one. Many of them were out in the middle of everything, where anyone could see, if they could turn their eyes away from their own delights. It was a party worthy of the old Studio 54, for sure.

My little conquest moaned as she looked down, and made eye contact with a man who currently had his pants around his ankles, and a woman kneeling in front of him, sucking him off, while he used his hands to guide her head. She began rocking back against my thrusts, her voice panting with excitement. “I’ve never done something like this before! I’m not some slut that goes fucking guys I just met in the club, honest! But—oh goddess!—I’m just so hot, and you feel so good! Why do you feel so good?”

“Magic, my little pet. Didn’t I tell you I was magical? There are many ways that a mage can make a woman curl her toes. Your sister knows more than a few, no doubt.”

“Y-yes. She told me. But never seen it.”

I smiled at Amy, and said, “Well, now you’ll have something to compare notes on with your sister. She fucked me, too. And I came inside her, just like I’m about to do to you. You’ll be able to talk about how it feels.”

That announcement got a bit of life out of the girl who had otherwise been lost to the pleasure and the programming. “N-no! D-don’t cum. Not inside! Not on the pill! I don’t want to get pregnant!”

I nibbled on her ear, and held her close as I continued thrusting. All her protests faded away in a low moan. I growled in her ear. “That just makes it all the sweeter. Just picture your belly getting nice and round for me. Doesn’t that entice you?”

“N-no! Don’t want to be a momma!”

“Well, that’s too bad,” I growled, as I began unloading inside of her, which set off her own climax. “There’s no stopping this train once you get on. But don’t worry. Soon, you won’t care about that at all.”

“Wha—” Her question was cut off in a sudden burst of sparkling lights, as the programming finished its course. Twenty minutes, come and gone in a heartbeat. But it was worth it. I could see it in her eyes.

Amy no longer looked glassy-eyed. Her eyes returned to their normal look, except the concern she’d just been expressing was nowhere to be found. Slowly, deliberately, I pulled out of her, and slid her panties back in place to trap my cum inside her. “Clean me off,” I whispered in her ear.

Amy eagerly dropped to her knees. And did just that. I was willing to bet that, if I checked the other new cultists, their concerns would have been washed away in much the same way. Their day to day lives no longer meant what they used to, in the face of serving me, either in my public guise, or as the ‘god’ Chronos.

It was good to be me.