Chapter 1: The Rules
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I hated the nervous, soupy feeling that was in my stomach. I wish it had been more specific. Was I nervous? Scared? Excited in a good way? In a bad way? It was a total mystery to me.
My face was pale as I stood outside of the classroom door, willing myself to open it. Lately, these lessons had been getting serious. More and more emotionally involved. Cherry always told me I’d need to suppress ‘inhibiting emotions’ like fear in this line of work, but that wasn’t something you learned to do in a day.
Now finished with all of our hypothetical work, we were moving onto more practical lessons; having exercises involving the use of hypnotic abilities. Cherry had insisted we start with resistance, telling me that attacking others was useless if I didn’t know how to defend myself first. Part of me wanted to hate it, being hypnotized by her to do some pretty humiliating things, but another part of me….
I pushed the door open before I could finish that thought.
When I walked in, she’d been in her usual place, standing next to a red, leather bound chair in the middle of the classroom. The classroom was totally dark, save for the lights hanging just above her. Cherry had always insisted on theatrics. I assumed she had some kind of background in stage shows because it seemed so ingrained into her.
When she’d started giving private lessons at the school here, Cherry had made it clear she needed a certain environment to do so. This classroom was like a large playroom to her. The walls were painted a glossy black, blinds were pulled over the windows, blocking out most of the light. The lights hanging on on the ceiling had been modified by her. They no longer were controlled by the switch on the wall, but rather a wireless switch she kept on her constantly. And of course, everything was kept in darkness except for whichever part of the room we were using.
My teacher had a few extravagant outfits she liked to use, but this one was more subtle; a white blouse with a navy brooch to match the color of her polka-dot skirt. Her ginger hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off her freckled face, and she was wearing some very stylish heels. She was slightly chubby, not being the most athletic person, but pulled it off very well.
“Hi Cherry. Evening.” I said with a slight smile as I walked into the mostly empty classroom. “How you doing?”
She smiled at me, and gave her usual ‘wave + wink’ greeting. “Magnus! So lovely to see you again, sweetheart!” I blushed a little bit at the nickname, but said nothing about it.
As usual, I walked over to the chair in the middle of the room, and sat down. Once I had set my backpack at my feet, I leaned back. I had originally been very intimidated by her, as she put it, ‘style of working,’ but now that I’d been taking these lessons multiple times a week for the better part of a year, I was a little more used to it.
“Nice to see you again too. Oh,” I made a face as I suddenly remembered. “I have the homework you assigned last week.” I then rifled through my bag before pulling out a two-page paper briefly outlining one or two resistance methods to each of the seven major hypnosis techniques I’d learned earlier this month in the last few lessons. I set the paper in my lap. “Would you mind if I gave it to you at the end of class? I might need these for notes today.”
Cherry shook her head, and smiled sweetly, standing in front of the chair and looking down slightly to meet my eyes. “I’m glad you’ve come prepared Magnus, you’re learning very quickly. Now, you’ve already proven yourself as a very powerful persuader, love. But your mental defenses are a bit lacking.” She said this with a smile, as if trying to cushion the blow. As she spoke, she moved, walking around to the back of the chair. “But I’m so proud of you! Very, very proud of how you’re coming along! You’re getting better and better at resisting you know! You lasted a whole five minutes last time.” As she spoke, she started to knead her fingers through my hair, lightly massaging my scalp. It was soothing.
I blushed a bit more at her statement of pride, unable to stop myself from smiling. The truth was, I thought I’d been doing pretty badly at these classes, considering how they took a lower priority to my main college courses. But she just said she was proud of me, so I must’ve been doing better than I thought!
That pleasant surprise was enough to get me to lower my guard. “Thanks.” I said in a grateful tone. “Well, you know, I’d never be able to anything like this without your lessons.” I was too focused on her compliment to remember why I should never, NEVER let her touch my head. A warm, relaxing sensation was starting to come from her fingers, going through my skull and right into my brain. And warmth always helps muscles relax, and lose tension.
My face slackened, and I heard a childish giggle from Cherry. “Yes, I know little one…” Oh no, it was happening. She was pressing and massaging my head with much more force now, as if shaping my brain like a lump of dough. It was getting…so much harder to think…it felt so good to let go, even in spite of the embarrassing things I knew she’d make me do. It just felt…so…good…to give...iiiiiiiiiiiin...
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And he was out. Still massaging his head with one hand, I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out a stopwatch. My little student here had managed to stay awake for two minutes and forty-four seconds. And if I was being perfectly honest, that probably had more to do with the length of the induction than his resistance ability.
Resetting the stopwatch, and putting it back into my pocket, I looked down at the chair beneath me.
I had really outdone myself this time, my little Magnus was completely in my power. His whole body was slack, his eyelids were slightly drooped over two INCREDIBLY unfocused eyes, and his mouth was slightly ajar. Already drool was starting to leak out, and the smallest smile was creeping out at the tips of his mouth. Yep, he was taking a luxury vacation in wonderland right now, his mind floating in the void all thralls’ minds did when they hadn’t yet been given orders. Chances were that on some deep level, he knew this trance wasn’t going to work out for him. He was just too happy to care.
“Ugh, you do all the homework, and read everything fine, but you can’t see a hypnotist coming for you unless they announce their arrival.” I said in a slightly disapproving tone. I swiveled around so I was standing in front of him, never taking my hands off of his head. I continued to project some deepening signals through my hands and into his brain as I did this, wrapping more and more of my puppet strings around him. “Now, what to do to teach a cutie like you a lesson? Something you’re not likely to forget.” I mused aloud.
Magnus really was a good student for the most part. He had clear enthusiasm for the subject, and, despite other classes getting in the way, had a good work ethic to back it. Just like his Mother (an old friend of mine and actually the one who found me and set up these lessons, but that’s a story for another time), he was excellent with his hypnotic speech. When he put his mind to it, he could focus so much power onto his tongue, that sometimes even I found myself hanging onto his words. I mean, other than him flat-out never being able to grasp certain concepts, like resistance, he was an above average student.
He was also decent looking. But in more of a cute way than a hunky way. His brown, shoulder length hair complemented his sharp, pale face quite well. He could look very authoritative when he wanted to, which was a useful skill for a potential hypnotic master.
But I’m getting sidetracked here, I needed to think of what I was going to make him do. The little telepathic fibers I had in his head were telling me that he had about as much free will as a houseplant right now. It was time to act. What to do, what to...
A positively devilish grin came onto my face as I decided on my course of action.
Focusing back on the view of his mind my hands gave me, I started to project some more detailed signals into him. They were like a mix of feelings and images. Following my lead, Magnus would now find the warm, relaxing feelings start to move closer in on him, surrounding him. When conveying orders telepathically through touch like this, it was always important to use images. I didn’t have the benefit of words at my disposal, so I had to instruct Magnus in a way he’d understand in this state.
At my command, the warm, relaxing feelings got closer and closer to Magnus, becoming somewhat tangible to him. Focusing inward on his mind, I projected the image of these feelings wrapping around Magnus, and constricting him, like a tight cocoon. This mental cocoon wrapped itself around the part of Magnus’ mind that was his personality, and pushed it to the side. I wasn’t removing him entirely, just putting him out of business for a bit.
With his personality pushed to the side like that, there was enough room in his head for a new personality. An entirely new character could be placed onto him right now, and he’d assume the role without question, while retaining all of his knowledge. Is this making sense to all you non-hypnotists reading this?
I thought for a second about what role I’d make him play, before deciding to go with an old favorite of mine. Concentrating, I started to fill this new empty space in his head, projecting a series of images, behaviors, preferences. Everything that makes a person a person.
After a few seconds of this, I saw him stir. He was starting to take to this new personality. Now that he was getting more lucid, I could use my classic technique for personality-switching. “Oh you’re waking up!” I exclaimed in mock surprise, “There’s my good girl! Can you recite your rules for me, cutie?” I cooed in an overly childish voice. I gave him a kiss on the forehead as I said this, using my hands to mould his brain and give him the rules he needed to recite, and then follow.
He blinked and became fully lucid again almost instantly. He give me an enthusiastic smile. “Sure I can!” he exclaimed in a voice that was a little higher pitched than usual. Good, good, I was making progress. “Rule Number 1: My name is Mary, and I am a smart young woman” He announced this almost victoriously, his voice getting squeakier by the second. “Rule Number 2: Magnus is just someone I know. I am not Magnus, I am Mary. Rule Number 3: I am as female as the sky is blue. Indisputably.” He hesitated after this, probably taking a second to process all of the information I was impressing into his brain.
I smiled and nodded in an encouraging fashion. “Keep going darling, tell me those rules. Tell me who’s in charge around here.” My massaging was getting gentler now, my hands moving from his scalp to his cheeks. This was definitely starting to turn me on. The possibilities of what I could do were racing through my mind
That was enough to get him going again. He leaned into my hands like a puppy enjoying being pet, and continued to recite his new mantras. “O…of course. Rule Number 4: Cherry is the queen of the world. I must do what she says to the full extent of my abilities, and anticipate her orders ahead of time so I can serve her before she gives them.” He was staring at me with more admiration now, as if speaking the rule made it real for him. “Rule Number 5: My Queen always speaks the truth, and never lies. If she says something, then it’s true.” After saying this, the young man went quiet for a second. I knew why; this next rule was always a bit tough on him.
“Rule Number 6,” He finally said, in a tense, uncertain voice. His face scrunched up slightly in confusion. “That’s not a penis I feel between my legs. I am as female as the sky is blue, and females don’t have penises, it’s…it’s my…” He trailed off, I could see the conflict in his eyes.
I giggled a bit, and leaned in a little closer to him, once again kissing him on the forehead. “It’s your c-c-c-?” I prompted, trying to coax the answer out of him
Even after this, he was quiet for a few seconds. I could feel the mental gymnastics he had to do for this one, disregarding reality on an entirely new level. “…c-c-clitter…cli…clit.” He finally spat out. “Rule Number 6: That’s not a penis I feel between my legs, I’m as female as the sky is blue, and females don’t have penises, it’s my oversized clit. It being so big makes it extra sensitive.” He had to pause again for a good while after that, while his normally cisgendered male mind tried to figure out what having a vagina and a clitoris was like.
Finally, it was time for the last one. My hands were starting to get sore from how much they’d been moving. “Rule Number 7: Mary’s time with her Queen is girl time. Magnus is an icky boy, and doesn’t need to know anything Mary does with her Queen. I’ll only tell Magnus the stuff my Queen wants me to tell him.” And with that declaration, all the rules had been recited. The person sitting in front of me was now Mary, and Magnus was just a faint wisp in her head. To put the ribbon on the present, I patted his leg and gave him another quick kiss on the cheek.
It was done. No more Magnus, just Mary.
Chapter 2: The Punishment
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I stepped back from my student, shaking out my hands. He, no, she was now looking around with very clear eyes, and much more confident body language. “That was very impressive, Mary. You got all the rules right! Great job!” I then reached into my blouse pocket and pulled out the light remote, switching on the lights above a large chest of clothing and a small, used makeup table in the left corner of the room. “Now, why don’t you go get dressed up for me?”
As expected, she made a bright smile, thrust her hands into the air and cheered. “Yay! I got them all right this time! Thank you my Queen! You know how hard I’ve been trying to memorize those this past week.” It seemed like lately everyone around here was praising me for my teaching abilities now, it was a nice feeling.
Always eager to please, Mary jumped out of the seat and rushed over to the chest of clothing. Without hesitation, she threw off her school uniform jacket, and then started working on the other articles of clothing she was wearing. While she did this, I picked up the homework notes that had fallen out of her lap, put them back into Magnus’ backpack, and pushed that to the side. It would appear that Magnus needed to study those notes a little more.
By the time I turned back around and sat down in the chair, Mary was fully naked, and rifling through the chest. Her ‘clitoris’ was semi-erect, showing that Mary’s enthusiasm for me seemed to be on a few different levels.
I sighed happily, and made myself comfortable in the chair, unbuttoning the top button of my blouse. It looked like today’s lesson was going to be another fun one. For me at least.
The chest was mostly filled with second hand clothing that was either lost and found, or donated by other students in the school, so it took Mary a frustratingly long about of time to find a bra and some panties that matched. Once she had those on though, she was pretty much set. She worked from top to bottom, starting with a silky black wig. Soon after that came a bright pink crop top that was slightly too small for her, and a short black skirt. Then came some leggings and a nice pair of black high-heels. Finally, Mary moved on to the makeup table and applied a layer of bright pink lipstick.
I snickered a bit at that. I was sure that only lipstick went on because it was the only makeup Magnus knew how to properly use.
“So, what do you think, Queen?” She asked when it was all done.
I knew this was my, er, interest in cross-dressing showing, but I thought she looked sexy as hell. Just masculine enough for you to see that she was not actually a she, but otherwise pulling off a risqué outfit like that very well. Just the sight of my student brainwashed into dressing for me like this was absolutely amazing.
“You look perfect.”
Once again, she cheered.
“But, I do have a bit of a problem that that’s distracting me from my perfect little girl.”
Her face fell, and she looked positively heartbroken.
“It has nothing to do with you my sweet, don’t worry.” I said as I leaned back into my chair. “Really, I’m just having a little...body problem.” If I wasn’t trying to hold a straight face right now, I would have had another positively devilish grin on.
Mary was at my side in a second, looking very concerned for me. Her eyes were wide, and she looked like she was silently scolding herself for not seeing the problem before I mentioned it.
Before she could say anything, I closed my eyes and continued, putting on a dramatic face. “It’s just…my feet.” Yep, Magnus was getting some extra motivation to learn resistance today. “I’ve been walking so much in my heels today and they’re so wound up and sore. Would you mind…helping me relax them?”
In an instant, my thrall fell to her knees, looking down at my high heels with a very concerned expression. She looked down at them as if they were wounded and mutilated. “Of course, my Queen. How should I do that?”
I couldn’t resist smiling now. “Take them out of the shoes and give them some love. To make them feel better.” Luckily for me, she seemed to understand what this meant. This wasn’t the first time Mary had cared for my feet. She knew what she was doing.
With a nod, she kneeled down until her head was level with my knee. With delicate hands, she lifted up my left foot, and pulled the shoe off of it. “I’m so sorry, my Queen. I was so selfishly caught up in making myself look nice that I forgot what I’m really supposed to be doing. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” With that, she pulled my foot to her mouth and started to lick it, running her tongue up and down the sensitive part of the sole.
That sent tingles up and down my spine. Oh, she was a good licker, I’d taught her well. Her tongue slid up and down my foot, the long strokes occasionally being broken up by a round of kisses, and cooing into them.
I softly exhaled in pleasure, moving my foot around as Mary’s tongue gently massaged it. At my slight prompting, she began to put my toes into her mouth. She attentively started with the big toe, wrapping her lips around it like it was a cock for a few seconds. Then, she dealt with the other four at once, bringing them into her mouth, and running her tongue through each individual crevice.
All I wanted to do right now was stare at her, watching her work. She seemed totally transfixed on her task, giving my toes her full attention. Her licking reflected the level of dedication she was giving this. It was with expertise that she used her tongue to cradle and massage every inch of sole and toe some tender loving to ease my pain.
I leaned on the armrest of the chair, putting on my usual snarky smile, trying not to show how breathless this was making me. “Don’t worry my lovely, you’re more than forgiven. Just keep cleaning like the polite young woman you are.” Using my still shoed right foot, I nudged at the bulge just under her skirt, watching as it grew. Just as I’d wanted it to.
A few more minutes passed before I decided my right foot was in need of servicing as well. Without saying a word, I yanked my left foot away from her and glanced at it for a second, as if giving it some kind of inspection. “Good girl.” I said with a smile when I decided it was satisfactorily relaxed.
She looked over the moon, but before she could cheer again, I stuck out my right foot. Without any words passed between us, she gave me an understanding nod, pulled the shoe off, and started her licking again. Her skillful, lustful licking.
I could feel some heat moving to my loins now, aroused by Mary’s actions as well the thoughts and possibilities swirling through my head. I felt like I was on top of the world right now.
Her lips still suckling on the ball of my foot, I smiled widely and said in a taunting voice “That’s right, you just love licking the sweat and filth off of my feet, don’t you? You dirty, dirty girl.” I patted her on the head as I said this, ruffling her wig hair.
She paused from her loving to reply, “Well, like you said, that’s the best way to make them relax.” She then went right to licking them, without missing a beat.
I let her slobber on my feet for about a minute more, before the heat in my chest became too much to bear. I needed to take a detour from my teaching, just for a moment. “Alright, that shall suffice. Thank you for your service, Mary.” I said as I snatched my foot away from her. “Make sure to tell Magnus how well you licked my feet, and how much you loved doing it.” The message was simple, but sure to be effective. ‘Hypnotists don’t play around. Learn to resist, or you’ll end up being a cute little pet for someone more prepared than you.’
Mary’s eyes went dull for a second as the trigger phrase did its work on her brain, but a second later she blinked and became herself again. “Of course I will! I’m sure he’d love to hear about how useful I am to you.” I’m sure he would. “So, is there anything else you’d like me to do? You know I’d do anything for you.”
Electric thrills started swirling around in my stomach as she said that. “Actually, I think I may have just the job for you.” I said cheekily, shifting my position in the seat a bit. Arching my back, I pushed my crotch a little closer to Mary’s face. I needed to deal with my arousal, and right now, Magnus/Mary was the perfect tool for that. “Would you mind pulling down my skirt and panties? Just down a little bit, to give my pussy some air.”
The eroticism of the situation was a bit lost on Mary, who was no doubt more focused on what she had to do than why she was doing it. “I’d love to. That’s an easy one.” She got closer to my seated form, and started fiddling with my belt. After finally pulling the buckle loose, she grabbed the waistbands of my skirt and panties at the same time, pulling them down about halfway to my knees. The scent of my wet pussy wafted out very quickly.
Wow, I knew I was turned on, but not this turned on.
Mary stared at it for a second, giving it an almost longing look, before looking back up at me. “So, uh…uh…is this fine?” She asked, starting to blush.
I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face anymore. “That’s more than fine. Very good actually.” I then scooted to the edge of the seat, moving my opening closer to Mary’s’ face. “Why don’t you give it a little lick?” I snickered. “Help it relax as well.”
It wasn’t direct, but she seemed to get the hint. With a smile of her own, she moved her face closer to my folds. Sticking her tongue out, she gave it a small lick at first to test the waters, raising my body temperature to a near fever pitch. Breathing heavily, I grabbed Mary’s head and pushed her closer, practically shoving my vagina into her face. “More please, more.” I moaned.
Mary was only happy to comply, and soon she had a nice rhythm going. Strong, precise strokes from her tongue alternated between my clitoris and walls, putting some nice pressure on both of them. As they rubbed against the lining of my bra, I realized that my nipples were hard. I took one hand off of Mary’s head and started to fondle my breasts as well.
What Mary was doing at this point could best be described as motorboating. She was keeping her rhythm, but her tongue was reaching deeper parts of my vagina, as well as giving extra attention to my clitoris. She was sooooo good at this.
Eventually, the pressure building in my stomach from the lips on my pussy and the hand in my breast pushed me to my bursting point. “Oh, keep going,” I pleaded, “Keep going, I’m gonna...I-I’m g-gonna…” I didn’t need to finish the sentence. Warm ecstasy coursed through me as I orgasmed right into Mary’s face. For a few seconds, my beastly instincts kicked in and I wrapped my legs around her neck, pulling her closer and extending my pleasure by riding her face, grinding against it like it was a pillow.
Eventually, my pleasure ebbed away, and I released the poor girl from my grip.
I exhaled and melted back into my seat. “Th-thank you, Mary.” I wiped my sweating brow, trying to recompose myself as I came down from the orgasmic high. As my reason returned to me, I started to reconsider my actions.
“Uh, Mary?” She had been on the floor, panting as much as me when her head twitched up to look directly at me. Her eyes were like dinner plates.
“How...uh….how about we don’t tell Magnus about this? Just keep it as a...a sexy little secret between the two of us.” Crossdressing and licking my feet was a fair enough punishment. Tough, but Magnus needed a fire under his ass to ace that resistance.
Eating me out was on a different level. That was something...I wasn’t supposed to do. I had a feeling Magnus’ mother wouldn’t be very enthused to learn I was using her son like that. No one could know this but me.
Mary stared at me with the same wide eyes for a few seconds. Then something clicked in her expression, and she seemed to understand. “Of course my Queen.” She said with a smile, standing up. “After all, I’m sure it would drive Magnus crazy with jealousy, knowing you feel that way about me and not him.”
“Yeah, lets go with that.” I mumbled, almost to myself. “Anyway, it’s time to go to sleep, Mary. Say goodnight.”
Chapter 3: The Invitation
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Waking up at the end of that lesson had been a very emotionally complex experience.
All of a sudden, my brain unfogged and I found myself sitting in the room’s armchair with my resistance homework sitting in my lap.
I was also dressed up like a girl and had a raging erection.
As I’d taken off everything and changed back into my normal school uniform, flashes of what I’d done while under Cherry’s spell came back to me, accompanied by some obnoxious commentary from the little character I apparently had been made to play. Cherry always refuse to tell me about her, but I thought her name was Mary or something. I always thought that name was an odd choice, like, wouldn’t Magnolia or Maggie make more sense for a female version of myself? But I digress.
While I changed, I also thought about the fact that, while under the spell, I had changed both my outfit and my undergarments, which meant that Cherry had gotten me naked. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
Over the course of the next week, I thought about what had transpired during that lesson quite a lot. As with most of the trances Cherry put me in, I only remembered what she let me remember. The main thing I remembered from this was me going down and licking her feet. And apparently had enjoyed it very, very much. I couldn’t tell which one of those facts was more disgusting.
These dreams and visions dancing around my head really got me to focus on the homework Cherry had given me. I did not want this to happen again.
They also turned me on like nothing else, but that’s not really important.
This drive to focus on resistance happened in such a methodical way that I was sure Cherry had placed it in my head while she’d woken me up from being her little foot servant. As usual, my normal coursework came first, but whenever I had free time that wasn’t occupied by anything else, I would inevitably gravitate back to my notes and the textbook Cherry had given me. It was a strange sensation, but I was grateful that it came to me as naturally as it did. Cherry had shown in the past that she was capable of giving me some very strong….interests that showed themselves in less productive ways.
It was because of this push that I felt much more confident when I stood outside of the classroom door the following week, clutching the notes in my hand. I felt much more sure that I could at least go down swinging when Cherry worked her magic on me.
But on the flipside, I was sure that if I failed to do so, she wouldn’t stop at making me crossdress and licking her feet. Did I think that on my own, or had she put that thought in there for me? Also, on a side note, why was I being so nonchalant about her dressing me up like a doll? That was really fucking weird. I’d need to ask her to stop doing that.
As usual, I stopped in front of the classroom door, contemplating the lesson ahead of me. But this time, I wasn’t thinking about how nervous I was. Or, at least, I was trying not to. This time I was summoning anger. Defiance.
Holding a stony face, I threw open the door, walking into the room as aggressively as I could.
“Really?” I exclaimed, walking into the room with the most aggressive stance I could muster. “Crossdressing and licking your feet?! You coul…” I dropped the attitude almost as quickly as I had summoned it.
Cherry had a guest today.
As usual, the entire room was dark, except for a light shining on the red leather chair in the center of everything. Cherry was sitting on the chair this time, chatting with another woman standing next to her and turned away from me. Today she was wearing a lemon yellow sweater and some palazzo pants with a matching yellow and black pattern. Her ginger hair was pulled back into a bun this time, and her shoes were noticeably absent. Okay, that was just plain old teasing.
I caught a glimpse of them deep in conversation, but as soon as I entered with my little outburst, both of them turned to me.
Where Cherry was short and pudgy, this woman was tall and thin. Where Cherry was pale and ginger, this woman was black and had frizzy purple hair. Where Cherry’s face was rounded and friendly looking, this woman’s was sharp and predatory. She was wearing a blood red suit with a dark gray shirt underneath it.
Cherry looked slightly surprised by my entrance, but the woman looked positively enraged. With confidence that put my display to shame, she walked towards me, only stopping when she was three feet away.
She held up her right hand, and a cloak of reddish energy started to form around it. I could feel a light pressure on my forehead. Was this some sort of test? It must’ve been. Maybe Cherry has brought her in to help me resist different forms of control.
Channeling what I had learned, I closed my eyes and tilted my head down. I used my anger to root me down, to anchor me to reality and not float away into a trance.
“What’s your name?” The woman demanded. I could feel her grip my mind as she asked the question, but I stood my ground. I wasn’t familiar with the exact method she was using, but it seemed to act like most telepathy did. That was fine, I could hold that off for a little bit.
“No, what’s your name?” I asked instead, focusing hard on every word.
I heard a squeal of indignation, and then everything I’d studied went out the window.
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“Hey, Hey, Ethel, come on.” I whined as I leaped up from the chair, and walked over to where the two of them were talking. “Hey, he’s my student, he’s not an intruder. Chill out.”
The sorceress didn’t seem to care much about that information, and the cloud of red energy around her hand held its shape. Magnus was obviously deep under her spell. His eyes were glassy and red, and full of the strange fear Ethel’s victims always got. He had already pulled off his vest, and he was starting to unbutton his shirt. He was fully sobbing, repeatedly insisting. “My name is Magnus. Magnus. Magnus. M-my n-name is Magnus. I should’ve told you. My name. It’s Magnus.”
I stood to her left, pretending to stare at my collapsing student, but really watching Ethel’s face out of the corner of my eye. She was in the zone, her gaze glittering with hatred. I knew her quite well, so I knew we’d reached the point where I’d just have to let her do what she wanted to him, and wait for her to calm down.
Sorry Magnus, better you than me.
My witch friend acknowledged my remark, but only let up slightly. “Alright, I won’t make him hurt himself then. I don’t care who you are, you do not speak like that in my presence.” Magnus was fully naked now, his clothes discarded in a pile next to him. He was on his knees, looking up at Ethel like she was a goddess, rabidly stroking his erect cock while sputtering incoherent apologies. “And plus, I think I needed this a little bit. I forgot how good this feels.” With a flick of her wrist, Magnus fell over, sticking his buttocks in the air. He then started squealing as if he was in great pain.
Once that was done, Ethel lowered her hand and turned back to me, smiling as if this was completely normal. “There’s nothing I love more than putting noisy boys into their place.” She near-snarled. I opened my mouth to ask what she’d done to him, but she spoke before I could. “Worry not, I just put him into a little dream. He’ll be the same when I release him, give or take a newfound interest in rectal insertion. He’ll also probably gain attraction to other males if he’s somehow still heterosexual, you can thank me later for that. So, where were we?”
I shot my student one last look of concern before turning back to her. I got the impression that further talking about this would only escalate things. “You were just about to invite me and this young man over here to something.”
She snapped her fingers and made a wide grin that showed off her sharp teeth. “Yes, that was it. It’s basically a little get together. You, me, and a few other ladies. Tea will be provided. I thought it would be nice for some ladies of our…” She paused to search for a word. “...talents to get together and do some networking. And I knew I couldn’t go to an event like that without inviting my favorite person on Earth.”
I blushed a bit, not questioning if it was me she was referring to. “Alright, and you want Magnus to come?”
Ethel smiled and gave the enchanted student another look. I followed her gaze to see that Magnus was now red in the face and silently rocking back and forth on the floor. He’d stopped crying, but was still whimpering meekly. Judging by the way his butt was twitching, it wasn’t hard to guess what he was dreaming about.
“I’d love for him to come.” Ethel said a little too enthusiastically. Upon seeing the look of horror on my face, she quickly toned it down. “I mean, it would be good opportunity for him. To talk with some other people with his talents.” She then turned back to stare at him, eliciting an eye roll from me.
“I’d appreciate it if you stopped staring.” I said firmly, directing her attention back to myself. “If I bring him, will he leave with a single untampered with memory of it?”
“Oh sure. Though I’ll warn you, being the only one with a cock there, it’s not unlikely he’ll end up using it.”
I watched Ethel’s face very closely as she said those words, trying to read the emotions in her eyes. We were friends, and I liked to think we could trust each other with these sorts of things. I just didn’t like the lust that sparked in her eyes when she talked about my student. It was far too predatory. Just being exposed to her magic for a few minutes now could have some negative effects on him. I didn’t want to think about what kind of damage an entire night would cause.
Though her idea was undeniably a fun one.
I smiled and sighed in defeat. “Alright, you got me. I’ll be there, and I’m sure I can convince Magnus to come along with me.” Before Ethel could say anything, I held up my hand and continued speaking. “But the night needs to be beneficial for him. Actually beneficial. Don’t just fuck him and then put a bunch of false memories in his head.”
She snorted and waved her hand, making a mock offended expression. “Cherry! You know I’d never do something like that. Not to my best friend’s apprentice most of all.”
I nodded in appreciation of her humor, but stood my ground until she waved her hand and gave a more sincere. “Don’t worry, he’ll be just fine.”
We stood in awkward silence for a few moments, before Ethel sighed, and let go of the tension in her back. “So, if the boy’s words were anything to go by, you haven’t yet abandoned your fascination with playing dress up.”
I blushed slightly, but shrugged it off. “Um…I suppose. Though it’s not as...er, it’s…more for nostalgia now than anything.”
She snickered, and gave me the look a woman gives her friend when she knows she’s lying. “I never implied anything to the contrary.” She replied, playing innocent. There was then another pause, before she spoke again in the same tone. “When we last talked, you mostly enjoyed making women believe they were men. Have you..”
I cut her off, not wanting to continue this conversation. “So it’s in two weeks at your place, right? Alright, I’ll see you then, thanks for the invite.” I said in an exaggerated tone, pushing her towards the door while she giggled like a little teenager.
When we were at the entrance to the room, she broke out of my grip, and informed me that Magnus would come out of his dream after he came, “which should be any second now, with what he’s seeing.”
She then took a few steps into the hall, and vanished with a snap of her fingers.
I stared out into the hallway for a few seconds, before a breathy, laborious groan sounded behind me. I raised my eyebrows, and closed the door behind me, walking back to my student.
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The second my pressure dam burst, the dreams faded away.
In the span of a blink, the dark cellar floor of the vision was the familiar wooden floor of the classroom and he dark, shadowy woman in front of me was Cherry.
“Hi there Magnus, can you see me?” She asked, kneeling down to meet my eyes.
I blinked and looked around the room, making sure everything was back to normal. It seemed to be.
I then took stock of my situation, and realized that I was laying ass-up in a puddle of my own semen. I was also very, very scared.
“Uh...w-was that a test?” I whimpered, sitting up and doing my best to cover my penis with my hand.
Cherry smiled supportively, and shook her head. “No Magnus, that was not a test. That was just my good friend Ethel, inviting us to a little get together.”
Chapter 4: The Get-Together
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“Now Magnus, remember, some of my friends will be here, but it’s not a party by any means.” Cherry said. The taxi was small enough that we were both squished together in our seats. Despite wearing a pair of white gloves, I noticed my teacher was making a very concentrated effort not to make skin-to-skin contact with me. “This is meant to be educational for you. A chance to talk to some other people with your talents and see how they use them.”
I nodded, gulping down some nervousness, and readjusted my black dress shirt. I was trying very hard to hide how nervous I was, but I could tell it was showing. Even two weeks later, I still had dreams where Ethel showed up. They were good dreams, for the most part, but the fact that she was still in my head was a little concerning.
“Alright,” I replied awkwardly, trying not to voice my concerns. “Um… Will I need to worry about any of them trying to control me?” I shakily asked. “Because I have been working on my resistance, but I don’t know if I can…”
We were cut off by the taxi stopping in place, and the driver announcing we’d arrived. Cherry quickly paid the fee, and ushered me out. The taxi has dropped us off in front of a large house right at the edge of the city. Go forward from here and you’d reach the highway. Go backwards from here and you’d reach the city.
It was a large wooden house that must have been brown at one point but was now mostly a faded black. Cherry left my question answered as she lead us up the moss-covered path to the front door and gave it a small knock.
I could hear a few muffled sounds behind the door, some unintelligible speech and laughter. The sounds seemed unaffected by Cherry’s knock.
Two seconds later the door opened. It was Ethel. Her suit was a dark green this evening.
She smiled when she saw me, a smile I’d seen many times in the past two weeks. “Ooh, just the duo I was hoping to see. I’m so glad you guys could make it!” she cheered. Then, after giving Cherry a small hug, she showed us inside.
The house seemed as elaborate as an ant’s nest, but only one room was of interest to us; the dining room, located just next to the main hall and the staircase to the second floor.
In the middle of the wide, wooden, electric-lamp-lit room, was a circular table, populated by a crowd of chatting people. There must’ve been about ten of them, all women and all with their own, unique, interesting looks. Most of them looked to be a decade or so older than me, but I spotted one girl to the side who seemed to be my age.
As soon as we entered, all eyes turned to the two of us, and we were showered with greetings. Well, Cherry was showered with greetings from her old friends and acquaintances, and those little pseudo-kisses friends give each other. I was given a few side hellos. I clammed up a bit as more attention was put onto me, but tried to keep a relaxed demeanor, and return greetings as they were given to me. Clearly, they were more interested in Cherry than me, which was fine.
After standing there awkwardly for a few minutes, Cherry managed to tear herself away from the crowd of her friends, and approach me.
“Hey,” she said with more light in her eyes than usual. “So, serious talk isn’t going to start for a little while so until then we’re free to do as we please. I want you to talk to people, alright? Get to know them. Think of it as a networking event.” She smiled a bit, as if amused by this comparison. “Would you like me to give you a boost? Lower social inhibitions for a while?”
My response to that was quick. “Um...no thanks. I think I can manage on my own.” I forced a smile, and took a step back from her. “So, what time’s the meeting?”
She didn’t look convinced. “Alright, but if I find you sitting alone at any time tonight, you’re getting a boost whether you like it or not. You’d be a cute little social butterfly.” She let the threat hang in the air for a bit, allowing for a sufficient amount of unease to build in my eyes. “And the meeting’s in an hour. Nine o’clock, on the dot. So have fun, but don’t miss that.”
Before I could give any response to that, she took a few steps back from me, reminded me to remember my resistance techniques, and almost instantly dissolved into another group conversation, leaving me to fend for myself. So, fearing the worst, I started to wander around the room, searching for someone to talk to.
I drifted around the room for a little bit, stopping to get a glass of tea from the refreshment table at one point, before finding myself in the same corner of the room as the other girl my age. She was sitting alone in a rocking chair, looking down at her phone. She seemed to have the same outcast status as me. I decided that was enough common ground between us, and approached her.
“Hi there Magnus.” She said before I could even open my mouth. Her gaze remained on her phone.
“Hi..wait, how did you…?”
“I’m a telepath, and you’ve been thinking very, very loudly since you got here.”
“So I guess that means you-”
“...know your reasons for approaching me? Of course.” She then looked up at me, her bright green eyes staring right into mine, seeing much more of me than I was of her. “I’m not one for small-talk, so hold still. I’m going to give you something.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Give me…?” And then I felt it. With a light ding something popped in my head, like a text notification, and suddenly I knew. Her name was Chantal. She was 20. College student like me. Apprentice to Alyssa, another telepath. All of a sudden, I knew all the basic small-talk stuff about her.
She smirked as she saw the dizzy look in my eyes. “Is that enough to answer your questions?”
I shook my head, trying to steady it. “Uh...yes it is. So, do you also-”
“--know that stuff about you? Yeah, of course I do. What do I look like?” She’d put her phone away now, and was leaning in, giving me an interested look. Well, I guess I had someone to talk to now.
Trying to calm my nerves, I leaned back against the wall next to the chair, and tilted my head to look down at her. I smiled and shrugged, not knowing what answer she was expecting from that question.
Luckily, I didn’t need to respond, because just then, a bald woman in a simple white robe approached us. I looked up at her, and recognized her as Alyssa, Chantal’s mentor. For a second, the two of them quietly just stared at each other, exchanging a conversation through facial expressions.
Before I could ask anything, Alyssa turned to me, and smiled. “Ah, I see you have become acquainted with my young Padawan here.” She said jokingly. I felt a slight tingling in the back of my head as she spoke. “No nice to see the youth of our group together in one place. I just wish there were more of you.”
She paused for a second, glancing at me, and a shudder went down my spine. “Why don’t you come with me? I wish to show the two of you something.” Much to my surprise, I was only happy to follow her as she headed down into the main hallway of the house. Chantal was right by my side.
The tall woman led us out of the chatter filled room, and down the main hall of the rickety wooden house. At the end of the hall, we came to a flight of stairs and climbed those, leading us to another hall, this one with doors on either end. Me and the other apprentice shot each other confused looks as we followed her, but said nothing.
We stopped seemingly at random in front of one of these doors, and Alyssa opened it, ushering us inside. This whole situation was odd, but I couldn’t deny my curiosity to see what was in this room.
It was...just a normal bedroom. A fancy one, but a bedroom nonetheless. It was kind of small, with just enough room for the bed, and a few heavy-looking trunks laying around it.
I was about to ask what was going on, when I was suddenly filled with the urge to go sit on the bed. I felt like a voice from within me had whispered the suggestion right into my ear. Starting to feel slightly numb, I walked over to the bed, and sat cross-legged in the middle of it, staring ahead.
Alyssa walked to one of the trunks and sat down on it, watching the two of us. Chantal was standing right by her side, rigid as a statue and with a face as blank as mine was.
“Now, I’m sure the two of you are wondering what’s going on.” Alyssa smirked at bit as she said this, and corrected herself. “Well, I think Chantal has some idea of what’s going on, judging by how much she’s flailing in my grasp, but little Magnus here seems to be in the dark.”
I wanted to say something then. To just ask one question, anything that would help me figure out what was happening here, but my lips didn’t move. With a pang of fear, I discovered I was entirely unable to speak.
Alyssa chuckled gleefully at my silence, turning to glance up at her rigid pupil. “You see now?” She asked her in a sinister sounding voice. “This is what it means to have full power over someone, Chantal. This is how a real telepath acts. Is supposed to act. This is so much more efficient than the peaceful nonsense you keep prattling on about.” She walked over to the rigid girl, stroked her cheek, and whispered something to her I couldn’t hear.
She then went back to to the large trunk in the corner, and re-took her seat on it. “Right then, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a male doll to play with, so I suppose we should get to it.”
Something clicked in the back of my head, and I found my eyes drifting towards Chantal. God she was hot when she was like this. Her chest was heaving underneath her black dress now, and she had a wild look in her eyes, which very much complimented her gritting teeth.
Something flashed in her eyes, and she walked over to the bed, hopping onto it and setting herself on her knees right in front of me. Her chest was even more noticable up close, and I could feel the warm breath coming out of her mouth.
With slightly shaking hands, she reached up to my shirt and started undoing the buttons, pulling them apart, and then sliding my shirt off and revealing my body. I felt like this was a good thing she was doing, and shifted my chest slightly so she could move things around easier.
Tossing it to the ground, she looked me in the eyes, and her face went red. “You know...m-Magnus. You’re kinda h-h-h-hot.” She slurred her words, as if she was drunk.
I stayed still as she pushed herself closer to me and pulled me into a hug. I was feeling very...disconnected right now. Like this whole thing was a dream. Looking over Chantal’s shoulder, I noticed her robed mentor was still sitting in the corner, smiling at us. What was it she’d said she was doing? Enjoying the show?
Suddenly, I found that my arms were moving, grabbing Chantal’s shoulders and positioning us so we were making eye contact again. She really was hot. I...kinda liked her...I guess.
“You’re pretty hot too.” I said blankly, my attraction to her seeming to grow by the minute. God, her dark skin was perfect. She was so, so hot. I wanted to fuck her so bad.
She pushed me down so I was laying back on the bed, and unbuckled my pants. I barely reacted as she pulled them off, causing the bulge in my underwear to flop out, quickly standing up straight. Chantal smiled at that, and discarded my underwear as well, leaving me completely naked with a very large erection.
For a minute, she looked down and stared at my naked body with an expression of awe. My ability to move, speak, hell, do anything seemed to have completely vanished. But I was too distracted by Chantal’s beauty and her heaving breasts to feel much about that.
I heard a gleeful noise come from my left, and with a start, I noticed Alyssa had moved the chest and was sitting just next to the bed. She smiled at my erection, and leaned in, lightly palming it with her hands. “It’s been a while since we’ve played with one of these, hasn’t it Chantal?”
She made no response, continuing to stare at it with a cocky smile. Her mentor didn’t seem to notice the silence though, and continued on. “Isn’t it nice? To have a man under you like this?” She gave me a few strokes, which felt heavenly, and smirked. She then let me go, and retook her seat. “Let me show you two how it’s done.”
Something flashed in Chantal’s eyes, which I now recognized as a sign she was getting telepathic orders. At the same time, I felt another pop in the back of my head, as I was given silent instructions as well. Instructions I didn’t consciously understand, but would unconsciously follow. Some new instincts.
Chantal gained a more predatory look in her eyes, and became more confident in her posture. Hands on hips, indignant expression, the works. “Look at you.” She snarled, her eyes drifting down to me. “You’re pathetic. Submissive. A little slut letting anyone just walk all over him and strip him bare.”
I said nothing, but found myself nodding and agreeing with her. Every word she said struck like a slap to the face. In an instant, I was incredibly intimidated by her in addition to being extremely attracted to her. It was a very potent mixture.
She scoffed with a ferocity she didn’t previously have. “You don’t even deserve to kiss my feet. No, that wouldn’t be degrading enough for a degenerate like you.” She hissed, seething contempt for me. Keeping her body weight on me, she leaned in closer. “You need something worse.” A million possibilities went through my mind. All of them seemed so exciting. So, beautifully exciting.
She turned around and went on her hands and knees, thrusting her bottom out towards me. Instinctively, my body got up and moved so I was directly facing her ass.
Gently, I took the bottom of her dress in my hands, hiked it up to about her waist, and then slid her panties down, revealing her bare ass. With no words exchanged between us, I understood what I needed to do.
Chantal smirked. “A fitting fate for a pitiful man-slut like you, wouldn’t you think?” She taunted. I couldn’t help but agree with her.
I leaned in and gave her butt a few gentle kisses, starting on her left cheek, and then making my way right, until I was right in the center. Chantal grabbed her cheeks and spread them apart to give me easier access to her anus, which I proceeded to passionately kiss. I gave it a few more kisses, judging her reaction as I did so, before my kissing evolved into licking.
How awful this tasted and smelled barely occurred to me as I started to increase the pace of my tongue. All I was concerned about was pleasing her, and judging by the moans I was hearing, I was doing a good job at that.
I grabbed her hips to better position myself and increased my effort, using the technique I learned from cleaning Cherry’s feet. I needed to give every individual spot the attention and love it deserved. I was PATHETIC, a SLUT, and SUBMISSIVE to CHANTAL and I LOVED IT.
I used my tongue to massage any part of her anus I could reach, occasionally dipping my tongue inside of it. As I found my rhythm, I became more aggressive, increasing the force with which my tongue penetrated her.
I thought Chantal slipped her hands into her crotch at one point, or at least I assumed from the way her left butcheek returned to its normal position, but I couldn’t see her do it from where I was. All I knew was that suddenly, her moaning increased, and she started to shudder. She let out a few high-pitched wails, and them came, spewing a few fluids onto the bed and into my face.
“Oh God! Keep licking you slut. Lick for me!” She shouted, riding the pleasure of the orgasm until she couldn’t anymore. Eventually, she told me to stop, and I withdrew my tongue.
Chantal sighed and let herself go slack on the bed, her chest down, but her ass up. It was the exact same position I had gone into when Ethel put me into the dream for the first time.
I groaned and bit my lip, anxiously staying where I was, and watching the slacking girl. I was so close to getting off, but I couldn’t if she didn’t get me off. I was her TOY. That was AGAINST THE RULES.
I hardly noticed the chuckle come from Alyssa, but I did notice her stand up from the chest, open it, and start to dig through it. I was too preoccupied with waiting for Chantal to wake up to take much notice of it though.
Eventually, Alyssa seemed to find what she was looking for, and closed the chest. She then placed the object next to Chantal. With a wave of her hands, the light came back into the girl’s small eyes. She seemed to have a new idea. With a devious look in her eyes, she picked up Alyssa’s gift.
It was a strap on. A big looking one. I wasn’t sure what to feel about that. But I supposed that didn’t matter.
“Well, my little slave.” Chantal said, twirling the plastic object in her hands. It was a deep purple color, and looked to be about eight or nine inches. “You’ve gotten me off, surprisingly. I think it’s time for me to return the favor.”
I found myself frozen again as Chantal hopped off the bed. This time on her own, she unzipped the dress, and let it fall to the floor. She then put one leg through each loop in the harness, and tightened it on her. With a predatory gaze, she moved closer to me, lightly licking her lips.
I quivered with fear, and moved from one submissive position to another. I turned around so my head was by the pillows, and laid chest down, again lifting my ass up slightly. Chantal positioned herself just above my ass, and carefully traced the outline of my asshole with the tip of the dildo. “Okay slut, I could tell you what kind of punishments would be instore for you if you don’t stay perfectly still while I fuck you, but I’m just going to assume you’re not going to do that. Just know that it would be a bad idea.”
I was too paralyzed by fear to give an answer. I started to whimper a bit, nudging my ass closer to the plastic toy. All of a sudden I felt so empty. Only being filled up with the plastic cock could make me whole again. I so badly wanted to be whole.
The toy retracted away from me, and all of a sudden, the girl grabbed the back of my head and leaned way in, forcing me down into the soft bed, and leaning her full weight onto me. My face was at a strange angle, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see Chantal leaning up close, right next to my ear.
“Let’s make this clear.” She threateningly whispered. “Who’s the Mistress?”
Tears were being shed from me now. I was so afraid but so aroused at the same time. I felt trapped. Completely physically dominated by the young telepath. I was her SLAVE. It felt AMAZING.
“Uh...y-you are, Mistress.” I sputtered out.
She smiled, and I could feel the plastic circling my asshole once again. Teasing me by nearing the opening, but not quite going in. It was almost painful how hard my dick was getting, I needed to come soon.
As if able to sense my desperation, Chantal continued. “Well, you seemed to have gotten that one down just fine. Just one more question...who is the pet?”
“M-me...I am...Mistress.” My voice cracked as I said this. I was so close to the edge. I felt like my balls were going to burst any second now. I was losing control. “I’m the pet! I’m your pet and you’re my Mistress! Please fuck me Mistress! Please stick your dick into my ass and make me whole. Pleeeeeeaaase!”
Chantal let out a full laugh at that, and I could hear Alyssa doing the same thing off to the side, finding amusement in my desperation. But I couldn’t help it, the erotic pressure was squeezing my entire body, clouding my mind even more than it already was.
“Well, if you’re willing to beg like that,” she purred once Alyssa had stopped laughing. “I think I could give you just a little taste.”
I whimpered and started to cry with pleasure as she slid the toy into my tight little asscrack. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt one of her hands wrap around my dick. She then started thrusting, giving my dick a pump in the same rhythm. I was soon overwhelmed by the pleasuring stimuli coming from both my dick and my ass.
It felt so GOOD to be a SLAVE.
Chapter 5: The Rescue
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Magnus not returning to the meeting on time was the first sign something bad had happened. The second was that he wasn’t even in the room.
Ethel’s magic required her to be present and actively pumping energy into her submissive’s brain. The fact that she was here sitting next to me at the table showed she wasn’t up to no good. Or at least, not currently. There were a few people also missing at the table, which gave me some uneasy vibes. Admittedly, some of them had said they were only coming here to hookup with other hypnotists, and weren’t interested in the world domination plans Griselda was currently giving. I got very uncomfortable at the thought of my little Magnus being brought into that.
As quietly as I could, I tapped Ethel on the shoulder, and gestured for her to come out into the hallway. She looked at me with a slightly annoyed expression.
‘What?’ she mouthed. I shook my head and walked out into the hallway, gesturing for her to follow me.
I was out in the silent, dark hall on my own for about five seconds before Ethel came out from the meeting. She was looking very displeased with me, but before she could say anything, I held my hand to her lips, and whispered. “Have you seen Magnus anywhere?”
For a second, she seemed confused, but then it dawned on her.
“Cherry, I know you’re not gonna believe me but…”
I held up my hand again to silence her. “Will you help me look for him?”
Her face fell and she rolled her eyes. “Do we have to? I’m getting really into this whole world domination idea.”
I said nothing, choosing to just stare at her, letting some of my fear come into my eyes.
It only took a few seconds to break her. “Fine. Let’s just do this quick, so we can get back to the presentation.” She grumbled. I gave her a quick thanks, and she lead me up the staircase and into another hall.
“If he’s been taken somewhere to be fucked, this is where it would be.” She said, gesturing around to the doors on either wall. “Most of them arranged getting a room with me beforehand, so we could start by looking at…” Her words were interrupted by a sudden, high-pitched squeal coming from one of the rooms to our right.
My eyes widened. “I’d recognize that squeal anywhere.” I said.
Ethel couldn’t hold back a smirk as she followed me over to the room in question, which got noisier as we got closer to it. Stopping in front of the door, we paused for a few seconds to steady ourselves, before swinging the door open.
I was greeted with the lovely sight of the other apprentice who’d come, Chantal I believed her name was, and Magnus hunched over each other on a bed. Magnus was completely naked, and Chantal was wearing what looked like a rubbery black pair of panties. Chantal was on top of Magnus, her crotch making contact with his ass. One hand was on his hip, which she used to steady herself, and the other was wrapped around his cock, stroking it in time with her pumps.
My first impression was that she was dry humping him, but then a flash of purple between them changed that. Oh my, she was pegging him.
Why hadn’t I thought of doing that before?
The two students hardly seemed to notice us as we entered, but someone did. As we stepped into the room, we noticed that a bald woman in a plain white robe was sitting on a trunk, staring right at the two lovebirds on the bed. Alyssa.
That was...weird. She wasn’t masturbating or joining in at all, just watching them, staring at them with her wide eyes.
She looked up at the sound of me and Ethel entering, and stared at us with the same eyes. A slight expression of fear leaked into them, and instantly I could feel something tingling in the back of my head.
“Oh no you don’t.” Ethel growled. Without missing a beat, her hands started to glow red. Instantly, Alyssa, Magnus and Chantal all fell into one of Ethel’s nightmares. Chantal disconnected from Magnus, pulling a transparent purple dildo out of him that was much larger than I anticipated. She fell down on her back, and stared up at the ceiling, starting to cry a little bit. Magnus didn’t need to move far from his already submissive position. Alyssa fell off of the chest and onto the floor of the bedroom. Her face twisted and contorted as she tried to resist, and for a second, I had a strange urge to punch Ethel and distract her. But then she was out, and I had a feeling Ethel had made an extra special dream for her.
Sighing disappointedly, Ethel walked over to the bed, and waved her hands, causing the two students to wake up from their dreams. They both shook their heads, and looked around with very confused expressions.
Relief flooding through me, I walked over to Magnus, and pulled him into a protective hug. “Oh my goodness, you’re okay. You’re okay. What happened to you?”
Chapter 6: The New Student
Notes:
Quick note that I feel compelled to give: This chapter is slightly shorter than the others, because back when this was just one arc it was the epilogue. Back when this was first published, I figured if I ever wrote a sequel, it would be a different work. Changed my mind later on.
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I sighed and turned to Ethel, who was sitting in the driver’s seat to my left. I made a face of slight disgust. A face she mirrored back at me.
In the back of her car, Magnus and Chantal absolutely could not take their hands off of each other. Alyssa must’ve wormed her way deep into their minds, because even after I deprogrammed them, they still seemed to have a very passionate romance between them.
Well, at least the Mistress-pet dynamic was gone.
After the two of them explained to me what Alyssa had done, had made them do, I decided Chantal was probably not in good hands. This whole thing seemed like it was a punishment to her, for not being tough enough.
There were a few places she could go, but what I really wanted to do was take her under my wing as a second pupil. I don’t know, there was just something about young hypnotists that I loved and wanted to protect. I had a feeling she would be better off with me than with Alyssa.
As for Alyssa, well, I had let Ethel take care of her.
By the time we had all collected ourselves, finished deprogramming the two of them, and left the room, the meeting had disbanded for the night. Something Ethel wasn’t very happy about.
I groaned and rolled my eyes, turning back to the road. “Oh Magnus, none of this would’ve happened if you were just better at resistance.”
Chapter 7: The Duel
Notes:
Hi everyone, I'm back! Finally, the summer's begun again, so I can come out with my next wave of stories. I've been working hard over the last couple of months writing this next arc, so I hope you all enjoy. There will be a new part every week for the next five weeks, so stay tuned.
Another small note (again more for me than anything): This is the beginning of the second arc, which was posted weekly starting on May 17th, 2020
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Smiling excitedly, Cherry plopped herself onto her chair and clapped her hands. “Okay, time for another game! This time, it’s Magnus on the attack and Chantal on the defense.”
I took a deep breath to steady myself, and turned to face my sparring partner, who was standing about ten feet away from me. The three of us were in a lit up square of the otherwise completely dark classroom. As usual, Cherry was refereeing today’s lesson from her red leather chair. Aside from the chair, the only piece of furniture in the square was a stone pedestal.
On that pedestal was a pink leather dog collar with a single metal ring.
My partner was always glowing with beauty, but the phrase took on a much more literal meaning with the bright lights shining down on his pale skin. His brown hair was tied into a pony-tail, and his school uniform jacket was draped loosely over his shoulders. The top button of his shirt was undone, showing just the smallest hint of his chest.
His stature had grown much more confident in the last few weeks as he’d grown more and more adept with his powers. His piercing eyes were pointed almost predatorily at me. The look of concentration on his face was enough to make my nipples harden just a bit.
I knew it was just the remnants of Alyssa’s power, but he always looked intensely attractive. Just the sight of him staring confidently at me was enough to make my stomach flip. I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as I faced his perfection with my weak stature and a blush on my face. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be as confident as he...
“Chantal? Hey, Chantal, I need you to focus, baby, get out of Cloud City” Cherry impatiently snapped her fingers. When I turned back to her, she was wearing an annoyed expression.
I nodded, giving her a meek apology before turning my attention back to Magnus.
“Okay,” our teacher continued after shooting me another disapproving glare. “Plain and simple. Today’s not so fun task is wearing the collar. More specifically, wearing it while in an animated state.” She was speaking in her ‘teacher voice’ now, slowing down her words and making sure to properly enunciate everything. When playing control games like this, it was very important that we understood the rules. We’d had a few mishaps caused from miscommunication before, and they tended to be messy.
She continued in the same voice, adjusting her ruby-colored glasses as she did. “As I’ve demonstrated to you before, hypnotizing someone is not fair,” a small smile appeared on her face, and I could tell that she was recalling some previous lessons of ours, “It often requires a lot of trickery and manipulation to tie the proper puppet strings around a subject’s will,” Her smile then shifted so it was more devious than nostalgic, “Now it is time to put this theory into action. To win this challenge, Magnus, you must convince Chantal to put on the collar. You may do it however you see fit. You can make her see it as a necklace of pearls, convince her she is a pup herself, turn her into a dog collar enthusiast, whatever it takes.” She paused dramatically, letting the weight of the words sink in. This was going to be a tough one for me, no doubt.
“The one limit I will add is no freezing her.” Cherry continued, adjusting herself in her seat and pulling a stopwatch out of her shirt pocket. “She has to put it on herself. There are times when that strategy is a useful one, but let’s try to be a dash more creative than that. Is that understood? And of course, the usual rules apply. Doing anything more than making her put on the collar results in an immediate loss. I want it understood that this is an exercise for education, not a time to have some naughty fun.”
I gulped and then nodded, glancing at the dog collar, then back Magnus. Taking a deep breath, I did my best to get in the zone, shifting my face into a confident expression. I knew I had a difficult task ahead of me.
“Good, good. We’ll play with the usual stakes then. The loser will have the privilege of being at the winner’s beck and call for the rest of the evening. I’ll personally ensure that they’ll be more than happy to perform any task they’re assigned or take whatever identity the winner gives them. Understood?”
Magnus and I glanced back at each other with mixed expressions. The anxiety of being the loser almost entirely negated the excitement of dominating the other
“And remember Chantal,” Cherry turned her vaguely threatening voice to me. “Your task is just to keep your own head screwed on straight, no counter attacks. Understood?”
I nodded silently.
“Then all is settled. Lovely!” Cherry exclaimed with an excited clap, “Time to begin. Magnus, you have five minutes. Starting... now, ” She clicked the button on the timer.
The click of the button caused an instant adrenaline rush in both of us. My mouth went dry, and I had to ball up my hands into fists to stop them from shaking. The pressure was on. In front of me, Magnus closed my eyes and took a deep breath, no doubt summoning all of the courage and charisma he had. Showing fear would only set him back. He needed to take me, to convince me to give myself over to him. No easy task either.
A moment later, he opened his eyes and focused directly on mine. He’d ironed out his posture and was trying to project as much confidence as he could. Maintaining eye contact with me, he took a few steps closer. I could sense that he was summoning hypnotic power to project into his voice.
“Hello there, Chantal,” He said. I could already hear the difference in his voice. Something about it crackled through the air, like static electricity. I could feel the sound itch at the back of my head as well as my ears, gently but firmly pulling all of my attention towards it.
The attack (if you could even call it that at this point) was basic, so I put up my basic defenses to match it. I smirked condescendingly, flicking my eyes down to his feet. I crossed my arms in front of me, and stood up on my tip-toes. It didn’t look like much, but I knew he could recognize the subtle shields I was putting up. His voice was like an inviting paradise, and I needed to do anything I could to stop myself from getting lost in it.
“Hi pipsqueak,” I responded, lacing my voice with malice. I aimed to sound like a schoolyard bully, humoring him solely so he would lower his defenses and expose more flaws for me to ridicule. If I was going to have any chance of succeeding, I needed to undermine his authority as much as possible. “Is this what you think seducing someone looks like? No wonder I was your first lover.”
Magnus stopped in his tracks, and blinked slowly. I could see that my remark had struck something in his chest. Small flickers of pain floated off of him. I hated to make Magnus feel like that, but I was sure he wouldn’t take it personally.
“I’m just saying hello, there’s no need to be so defensive,” He quickly responded, before wincing. This was perfect, he was playing right into my trap. I didn’t even need to use my abilities to shield myself.
I quickly seized upon this opportunity, driving a metaphorical spear into the chink of armor he was showing me. My smile grew wider and more snide. “Am I the one being defensive here? You seem to be getting worked up. I’m not bothered in the slightest.”
His smile faded and he backed away a few steps, trying valiantly to hide the frustration building up inside of him. But of course, I was telepathic, so there was no hiding anything from me. Briefly dipping my fingers into his mind, I could feel it starting to build up inside of him. The pool of his mind was starting to ripple and shake with tension. I deliberately used a sloppy technique as I pulled my hand out of his mind, purposefully letting him detect my presence. I saw his eyes widen for a moment as it happened, letting me know that my tactic was successful.
I continued to speak before he could, doing my best to establish myself as the alpha in this confrontation. “Aw, don’t take it too personally, Maggie. You know I’m just messing with you,” I taunted, “I hate to see you get all mad like this, but you know I can’t—”
“That wasn’t very polite,” He cut me off, his voice growing harsher and colder. I could feel his words even more then, they had more power to them. They flickered around the side of my head, like two invisible hands trying to force me to look at him. Try as I did to resist their grip, my eyes flickered up to his and I fell back onto my feet.
“I don’t think you should talk to me like that, Chantal,” He continued. The authority returned to his voice as he stepped closer back to me.
I blinked, and my face fell. For the slightest moment, I had the urge to bow my head and apologize to him for being so impolite and disrespectful. I quickly shook it off and tried to readjust my face, but I know he’d seen the weakness. It was his turn to drive the spear deeper in a weak spot.
I opened my mouth to reply, but he had the upper hand and he knew it. He took no notice of my failed attempt and continued to speak in his electric voice.
“But it’s fine. No need to worry about it at all. In fact, forget about the whole thing,” he strutted towards me with a grin that was both devious and charming.
I hurriedly tried to put up my mental shields, but it was too late. As he spoke, I could feel a cloud start to form over my thoughts, silencing everything and obscuring my focus. I wasn’t sure if he was being literal or not, but either way, I found myself shaking my head, and genuinely asking. “Forget about...what? What were we talking about?” In the blink of an eye, everything vanished, and I found myself unsure of what I’d been doing. “Aren’t we in the middle of a lesson or something? I could’ve sworn…”
Magnus smiled, as if to say ‘Isn’t that cute?’ and stood next to me, placing his hands on my shoulders and turning me to look at the collar on the pedestal. “You were talking about how much you wanted to put the collar on.”
The more he spoke, the less I noticed the power booming through his voice. As my mind became more and more distorted by the static, I forgot what the difference was between his hypnotic voice and his normal one. I started to lower my mental shields because I forgot what I’d been defending myself from. The sparring match felt like nothing more than the shadow of a memory. I was only focused on Magnus’ words.
“How much I want to put... this on?” I asked confusedly, stepping toward the collar. I had to admit, it was kind of cute looking. The more I stared at it, the more I could remember what he was talking about. The memory was vague and covered in shadows, but I could recall the conversation we’d been having. “Oh yeah, I...I was talking about that. I...I want to put this on,” I murmured more to myself than him. I delicately plucked the collar off the pedestal and held it up against the light shining from above me. The leather was comfortable in my hands, and the gold buckle shined beautifully in the light.
“That’s right,” Magnus egged me on. “Doesn’t it look so pretty? You just want to put it on, and never take it off.”
My hands felt like they were being led by someone else as they reached over to my neck and fastened the leather around it. I let out a satisfied sigh as I felt the material against my skin.
“Wow...this is...this is nice…” I murmured, rubbing my hands against it. I felt so...complete with it on. Something just clicked into place because of it.
“That’s right, it is,” Magnus said with a devious grin. His voice felt like it was coming directly from inside of my head at that point, a voice just as authoritative as my own thoughts.
For a moment, he simply stood there, looking me up and down with an expression close to awe. No doubt he was as taken away by this collar as I was. After hesitating for a moment, he seemed to make a silent decision, and continued on. “You also want to take off all the rest of your clothes too, don’t you? It’ll complete the look, and you don’t mind showing off your body a little bit.”
Feeling lightheaded, I looked down at the simple dress I was wearing. It was...fine, but it did seem to conflict with the collar a little bit. Starting to feel distant from myself, I watched as my hands started working on it, unzipping the back and letting it sink to the ground.
Cherry said something as I unhooked my bra, but her voice was distant to the point of being inaudible. It was like her voice was underwater.
Soon enough, my clothes were laying next to me in an untidy pile, and I was standing up completely naked. As Magnus’ voice had promised, the lack of clothing showed off the collar perfectly.
Before I could thank Magnus for his advice, I felt a sharp shudder down my spine. In the blink of an eye, the electricity of his power vanished, and the world returned to as it normally was. Being ripped away from the spell so quickly made my head spin. Groaning in pain, I closed my eyes and clutched my forehead, trying to shake it off.
When I opened my eyes a few seconds later, I looked up and saw Magnus hanging limply in Cherry’s arms, like a marionette with its strings cut. The fact that she was running a hand through his hair, and the stupefied expression on his face showed that she was using his power on him. He was probably deep in trance already.
“You’ve disobeyed my instructions, Magnus,” Cherry spoke in a disappointed tone. “I don’t very much appreciate that.
Suddenly awoken from my trance, I looked down at my body and noticed the collar on. I felt like I was just waking up from a dream, but when I ran my hands over the leather, I felt that same sense of warm fascination. Hypnosis or no, it really was a nice collar.
With Magnus practically unconscious at this point, Cherry unceremoniously let him go, letting him sink bonelessly to the floor. Taking the remote out of her pocket, she turned all of the lights back on and shook herself out. “I’m not sure whether to be proud or disappointed, Magnus,” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. I could see in her thoughts that forcing him down so quickly had taken a lot of energy. She stared down at her feet where his limp form had sunken. He was wearing a euphoric smile, and drool was starting to leak out of his open mouth. “That was a smashing success, perhaps the best I’ve ever seen you do. But you know the rules. I have to count it as a failure because you couldn’t ignore your…” she groaned, “... passions.”
She sighed, and turned to me, blushing slightly upon seeing my exposed body. “Oh my...er...I suppose you can redress yourself now.”
I gave my exposed body another look, before running my hands over the cool leather of the collar once more. I couldn’t quite see the collar from looking down, but I knew in my gut that this was the perfect way to show it off. “Hmm...honestly? I don’t think I want to. My body really shows off the collar, doesn’t it? Clothes would just contrast with it too much.” To illustrate this, I turned around and lifted my hair up, giving her a view of me from behind. “See? Doesn’t it look great? I don’t need to be clothed all the time , do I? It’s good to show off every once in a while.” I gracefully flicked my hair and turned back around to face her with a confident smile.
Cherry’s face fell, and she made a guttural groaning noise. “Right, I should probably fix you too. Come here, Chantal, this will only take a moment,” she said, stepping closer to me with her hands held out.
“Wait a minute…” I said, nervously stepping back. “What are you…” Everything happened too fast for me to react. Before I could finish the sentence, Cherry was right in front of me, shoving her hands into my face. Without warning, she tightly gripped my head and pulled me into an iron-tight bearhug.
I thrashed around in her arms, trying to escape her grip, but she had the element of surprise on her side. I tried as hard as I could to throw up my mental defenses, but within seconds her hands were radiating waves of pure bliss. Pleasant shivers went down my spine as the feelings got stronger. Slowly, my body relaxed and my struggling became weaker and weaker. I wanted to fight it off, but giving in just felt so...damn...good.
Before a full minute could pass, my body sagged into hers. A...warm sense of numbness washed over me and I found myself drifting off…
It just felt...f-felt marvelous to...felt...really good to...relax and give...giiiive…
Chapter 8: The Creation
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I let out a sigh of relief as Chantal’s struggling gradually slowed down, until she was completely limp and lifeless in my arms. Much as I hated to admit it, I felt a strong, almost erotic rush of power flow through me as she did.
Now don’t go giving me that look, I’m no wanton. I’m just fond of the feeling of a delicate woman in my arms. Ever since I’d taken this mentor job, I’d had no one but Magnus to tend to my passions. As many times as I’d made him believe himself to be a woman, he was just no substitute for the real thing.
For a moment, I just stood there, cradling Chantal in my arms and enjoying the feeling of her skin on mine.
“This is no place to do this,” I eventually whispered to myself, “You did this for a reason. Punishments. They need to be punished.”
Chantal had lost, but Magnus had won through cheating. Since neither of them would serve the other, I supposed there was no harm in making them both serve me. It was just the efficient way to go, was it not? And while they were both incapacitated, there were a few things I could get done.
Reluctantly, I walked over to my red leather chair, and gently set Chantal down in it. She was wearing a facial expression very similar to Magnus’ current one. Her half-lidded eyes were just as unfocused as Magnus’ were (and slightly crossed as well). Her smile was smaller but just as mindless, and a line of drool was beginning to leak from her mouth. Her lips were moving slightly, and if I leaned in close, I could hear her muttering under her breath. It wasn’t particularly coherent, just three phrases being repeated constantly, like a sleepy mantra.
“Relax...give in...so good...relax...give in...so good...relax…”
I was undeniably aroused after hearing that, and I needed to close my eyes for a moment to regain focus. It would have been so nice to just keep them as mindless pets, have one lick my buttocks while the other licked my pussy.
But I couldn’t, I needed to focus. I had multiple orders of business to attend to.
I supposed I should start with Magnus. Breathing deeply to mitigate the rising temperature of my bosom, I walked over to the floor to where Magnus was still laying spread out. His head had fallen to the side, and a small puddle of drool had appeared next to his open mouth.
I wrapped my arms around his chest, and, with a grunt of effort, hefted his limp body over my shoulder. I humped him over to the corner of the room where the large chest of clothing sat. In preparation for today’s work, I’d set a wooden chair down next to it.
After setting Magnus down in the chair, I got to work, fiddling with the buttons of his uniform. I undressed him layer by layer, starting with his jacket, and then moving onto his shirt and pants. He remained blissfully unaware of me as I did this, continuing to stare into space with half-lidded eyes. As I got close to him to undo his tie, I pressed my ear up to his chest and felt it rise and fall against me. He was so small and delicate, and the sound of his breathing was profoundly peaceful.
When I pulled off his pants and briefs, his cock unceremoniously flopped out. I was tempted to give it a few strokes, maybe a kiss, but again pressed through the temptations. With another heft, I turned the small chair around to face the chest of clothing.
The heavy lid of the chest opened up slowly, revealing the disorganized piles of clothing contained within. As soon as it opened, I was hit with a slightly musty smell. Ugh, I’d need to remember to clean that soon.
“Now, which role to play?” I murmured, starting to rifle through it. I had a few criteria in mind when searching through the menagerie of mismatched clothing. I needed him to play a character who was powerful, but undyingly loyal as well. Someone who was both willing and able to help with the journey Magnus had ahead of him. The usual submissive characters (a maid, a pornstar, a cat) weren’t going to cut it this time.
They also needed to be female, because that’s just what I did.
Digging through the chest, I pulled out a brimmed pirate hat with a large pink skull printed on it. “Hmm…” I scratched my chin as I twirled it around in my hands, “Could this be the rise of Captain Scarlett, pirate queen of the fuck-aneers?” I paused for a moment, before tossing the hat over my shoulder. “No, too cliche.”
The next item I pulled out was a silver headband with two antennae sticking out of it. “Hmm...a fully-programmed robot servant? No, not enough personality. Perhaps this could be a bug of some sort, or an alien.” I set it down next to me, patting it. I would use that if I couldn’t come up with anything else.
I continued to dig through the chest, growing more and more impatient as I did. I really needed to organize this chest, it was impossible to find anything in it.
I was just getting ready to make something with the headband (it would be more than easy to just dress him in some random clothing and explain it with an alien not understanding human fashion) when I found the perfect costume.
First, I found the mask. It was so small that I almost missed it at first. It was just a small piece of lavender silk, tucked away underneath a cowboy hat. When I pulled on it, it fluidly slipped out and revealed itself to me. It was hard to categorize at first, but as I twisted it around in my hands, I figured out it was a very light veil-mask made of smooth silk.
I walked over to Magnus and put the loops on each end of the mask around his ears, before letting it drop over his face. It was perfect. The top of the mask ran just over the bridge of his nose, dropping the silk to cover the lower half of his face. The silk was opaque enough to hide most of what it covered, while leaving enough revealed to attract your curiosity.
I smiled widely as soon as I saw how it looked. A beam of inspiration struck me like lightning. “Oooh...I have the perfect idea for you.”
Turning around, I enthusiastically started to dig through the chest, looking for other pieces of the costume I saw in my mind. Slowly, I managed to find them. A lavender bra decorated with gold trimming and baggy purple yoga pants were the next things I dressed him in. Then, to complete the look, I decorated his wrists with some gold bracelets, and swung a golden yellow scarf around his neck.
With the physical changes done, I decided it was time to bring this character to life. So, just like always, I stood behind him and started to massage his forehead. Closing my eyes, I focused and started to pump information into his emptied mind. Magnus’ personality was quickly wrapped up nice and safely in a mental cocoon, which gave me some space to give him something new.
After a few seconds, my entranced student’s eyes fluttered open. He yawned and stretched his arms out, as if he was just waking up from a pleasant nap. “Oh my…” His voice was already changing to fit this new character. His accent had gained a noticeable element of sophistication, as well as femininity, “...I have the...oddest feeling...in my head...”
“There we go,” I cooed in my usual hypnotist voice, “Rise and shine, your greatness. Sorry to bother you so soon, but I need you to recite your rules for me. Could you do that?”
“Rules?” He responded confusedly, “I haven’t...the foggiest idea what you’re…” He trailed off as I dropped the new set of rules into his mind. I couldn’t see his expression, but I was sure that he was blinking confusedly at the sudden appearance of this information. “The...the rules...of-of course…” He said, before beginning to recite them.
“Rule number one: My name is Morgana the Genie and I’m the most powerful djinn in all the land.”
“Good, good,” I encouraged, kneading his skull, “Keep them coming. This next one is very important.”
“Rule number two,” Magnus/Morgana paused for a moment, as the information passed through my hands and into his brain, “I am not Magnus. Magnus is a very good friend of mine…” I opened my mouth to give him praise, but made a quick adjustment at the last second, just to set everything in stone. “...as is Chantal. I’m always happy to help them in times of need.”
“ Very good,” I praised, beaming with success. Rule number two was perhaps the most important rule of all of these. “Let’s keep them coming, why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself? I want to get to know you, Morgana,” I said sweetly, trying to make conversation with her.
“Of course...of course…” Morgana replied, bobbing her head up and down. “Rule number three: I am a woman. I’ve always been a woman. I’ve never known what it’s like to be male,” He, now she, paused for a moment, letting this rule sink in as reality. The gender flip was always the most difficult part of the change, presumably because of the body stuff it involved. It was becoming easier the more I did it, but it would be a long time before Magnus could mentally change that as easily as he could mentally change everything else.
“Rule number four,” She continued, “That’s not a penis I have between my legs, that’s…” She squinted and trailed off, hesitating once more. Just as I was about to verbally prompt her, she spoke in a very uncertain tone, “...that’s my...magic lamp?” She tilted her head after saying this, seeming confused by the words coming out of her own mouth.
I grinned and made noises of encouragement, continuing to push more and more information about Morgana into Magnus’ head. She was more or less being willed into existence, and I needed to do all I could to ensure she had a smooth arrival. “Yes, very good. And what happens when someone rubs your magic lamp?” I asked, sending another mental pulse of information.
“They gain three wishes, of course.” Morgana replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I can do anything with my magic! I’ll make all your greatest fantasies come to life with a snap of my fingers!” I couldn’t see her face, but I knew the “genie’s” eyes were glittering with enthusiasm as she said that. “That’s rule number five...is what I mean to say,” she quickly added. “And...my magic only works when granting other people’s wishes. I could never... would never use it for myself. That would be selfish,” she shook her head, as if the very thought of doing that disgusted her.
“You’re doing brilliantly , my dear,” I encouraged, dropping my hands down to massage her shoulders, “Now to top it all off, what’s the last one?”
“Rule number six,” she said, holding her head up with pride, “Magnus is one of my greatest friends...but even the best of friends keep secrets from each other. Magnus doesn’t need to know every detail of everything I do,” She said confidently, “I’ll only pass on the messages you give me.”
“Great!” I said again. I sent waves of pleasure into Morgana as I said this, causing her to giggle and shift around in her seat. I was feeling good about my work here. Morgana was a lot mellower than some of the other personalities Magnus hard stored up in his brain, but also much more disconnected from reality. As confident as she was, her magical abilities were limited to those of Magnus’ (which were next to non-existent). I’d need to watch her carefully to see how that worked out.
I worked on patching up the holes in Morgana’s mind for a few more minutes, giving her the usual trigger words and limitations that I gave all of Magnus’ alter egos. I did as much as I could, but I could feel my energy draining fast. I needed to stop this soon. I still had another pupil to worry about, after all. After laying down a few more caveats, I instructed Morgana to recite her rules to herself until they were burned into her memory.
With that settled, I walked over to my other apprentice, and started to massage her forehead, coaxing her back into consciousness.
I was too drained from the changes I’d made to Magnus to give her an entirely new personality, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make a few tiny changes here and there…
After a few minutes of massaging her head, her eyes started to flutter open. She looked around dazedly, clearly confused. “H-huh?” She asked, looking around.
“Good Morning Chantal,” I greeted, fixing the changes Magnus had made to her mind. Magnus was still a beginner, so his alterations were very rudimentary and easy to fix. It was like knocking over a sandcastle, done nearly in an instant. Once I was done with that, I moved on to making my own modifications to her personality. Temporary, of course. I was just having a bit of fun.
“That’s it, good girl, that’s a good, good girl,” I cooed as she started to regain clarity in her mind. “Why don’t you stand up and take a nice good look around?”
“Uh...ok…” She mumbled, rising to her feet. She looked from one side of the room to the other, appearing to be in an almost zombified state. After a few seconds, her eyes landed on Morgana, who had now finished her mantras and fully slipped into character. She stood up tall with an affectional smile, leaning in slightly to give us a view of the cleavage she thought she had.
“Hello my good friend!” She said with a bright smile, prancing over to the stunned Chantal. “It’s so nice to see you again! How are you doing?” She took Chantal’s hand and bowed once more to plant a kiss on it.
Chantal blushed like a tomato, and her nipples visibly hardened. “Ch-cherry?” She asked shakily, turning to look at me with a confused expression. “What’s happening?”
I sighed and took a seat down on the leather chair, leaning against the arm-rest. I really was beat after all this mind control. “Well, Magnus won the duel, but he won by breaking the rules, so he’s been hit with the punishment instead of you. Do what you will with him,” I said with a vague hand gesture.
I hadn’t exactly lied to Chantal, but I’d withheld what some might call crucial information. I had failed to mention, for example, that I’d given her a very serious crossdressing fetish. So serious that she’d now be almost uncontrollably aroused by the sight of Magnus in women's clothing, to the point of wanting to fuck on the spot whenever she saw it. I didn’t think that was too important.
Morgana looked up at Chantal with a perplexed face, not quite understanding what she was talking about. “Is something wrong? You look uncertain.”
“H-holy fuck...M-Magnus...you look so...amazing…” She said in a husky voice. Her nipples had visibly hardened, and some fluids were dripping down her thighs. “I just wanna…”
“It’s actually Morgana, my sweet,” I interjected, trying to avoid any sticky situations. Magnus’ mind was a delicate one, and probably wouldn’t react very well to being poked and prodded at like that. “Morgana, your good friend Chantal here seems to be a little confused. Perhaps you could remind her of your powers?”
“Of course!” Morgana said enthusiastically, before turning to her friend. Gently, she reached for the waistband of her tight pants and pulled down, revealing her ‘magic lamp.’ “This is my lamp. If you rub this, I’ll grant you three wishes!”
Without hesitation, Chantal leaned in closer and began to stroke Morgana’s ‘lamp.’ She worked it in her hand, sliding from base to tip until it hardened in her palm. Panting heavily, she got down on her knees and looked up with lust-filled eyes. “I wish you would fuck my tits and cum all over my face,” she near-begged.
“Granted!” Morgana said with a smile and a snap of her fingers. Gently, she leaned in and started to grind against Chantal’s chest. Eagerly, Chantal grabbed both of her breasts and started to slide them up and down over Morgana’s cock. Chantal wasn’t the bustiest woman on the planet, but when she shifted her chest forward she had more than enough breast to envelop Morgana’s cock.
Chantal was clearly putting in a lot of effort, because it was only moments before Morgana was just as aroused as she was. The genie let out a moan and strengthened her thrusting, moving in perfect rhythm against Chantal’s breasts. Chantal moaned in harmony with the genie, staring at the cock in her breasts with hungry eyes.
I sat back and watched the scene unfold in front of me, enjoying the entertainment. The heat in my stomach was persistent, feeling like a fire in my loins.
“It has been such a long day,” I murmured to myself as I slipped a hand beneath my waistband and started to play with my folds, “No reason I can’t enjoy myself for a few moments.”
Eventually, Morgana couldn’t hold back any longer. With a loud, feminine moan, she shuddered and fulfilled the second part of Chantal’s wish, cumming right into her face. Chantal made a delighted smile as her face was painted, sticking out her tongue to catch some spare drops of Morgana’s precious seed.
“Oh...fuck...oh fuck...it’s so good…” She gasped to herself, rubbing against Morgana to try to milk out any last drops. “Give me more, give me more.” She begged and pleaded, pushing her breasts together to try to create more friction, but eventually, Morgana could provide no more.
Morgana let out another harsh moan and stumbled backwards, leaning against a desk for support. “My oh my...that certainly was a passionate experience...I’ve never seen this kind of beastliness inside of you, Chantal,” there was a note of worry in her voice as she spoke, as if she was concerned that something was wrong with her friend.
Chantal simpered as she stood up, scooping up spare drops of semen with her fingers and sticking them into her mouth. “Oh, we’re not finished yet,” she purred with devious thoughts in her eyes, “You still need to satisfy me .”
Turning around, she leaned forward against a desk, supporting herself with her elbows and sticking her shapely ass out. She shook her bottom in a very inviting way. “I want you inside of me.”
Morgana raised her eyebrows, and then looked down at her flaccid cock with a concerned expression. “Oh…oh my…” She said hesitantly, putting a hand on her chest, “As much as I’d love to, I appear to be quite spent. Perhaps I could find other ways to—”
“No!” Chantal barked, looking over her shoulder with fiery eyes. “I need your dick in me now . I wish you were horny again. So horny you can hardly think!”
I turned to watch Morgana’s reaction to this with a hungry expression, sliding my fingers in and out of myself at a quicker pace. Watching her react to the wish was a delicious sight. Unwilling to refuse any wish asked of her, she took one look down at her body, and uncertainly snapped her fingers.
“Granted.”
The process of it was beautifully subtle. Almost instantly, she shuddered, no doubt feeling warm clouds pop up in her stomach. A small blush appeared on her face and began to grow. Her chest started to pound and her mouth dropped open, letting out ragged breaths. Her dick twitched once, then again, and then began to rise. Within two or three minutes, she was fully erect without touching herself once. As if being guided by a higher power, she began to stroke her cock, rocking her hips against her hand while letting out some loud moans. It was the sexiest thing I’d seen in quite some time.
“Hey! Stop that!” Chantal barked with desperation, “I wish you’d put that hard dick of yours into my ass and fuck the shit out of me!”
At first, it seemed like Morgana had been too caught up in her arousal to hear the order. She was supposed to be too horny to think, after all. But after a few moments, she nodded and snapped her fingers. “G-granted,” she sputtered.
With shaking knees, she wobbled over to where Chantal was bent over and grabbed her hips. The two of them were practically trembling as Morgana slid her cock in and started to rock back and forth.
“Oh yeah,” Chantal moaned, rubbing her breasts against the desk, “That’s right. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...so good…”
At that point, I couldn’t hold back anymore. The raw eroticism of the entire situation became too much for me to handle. My whole body quivered and I felt the sweet sensation of an orgasm wash through me. I let out a moan of my own and grinded against the seat, prolonging the pleasure as much as possible.
When I was done, I let out a satisfied sigh and flopped back in the chair. In front of me, my two students continued to fuck like rabbits in heat. The desk Chantal had mounted on rocked with every one of Morgana’s thrusts.
Yawning, I glanced at my watch and realized how late it had become.
“Well, looks like it’s time to wrap things up,” I said, pulling my hand out of my pants and hopping off the seat. Ignoring the sounds still echoing through the room, I readjusted myself and walked over to the other side of the desk. Leaning in, I cupped Chantal’s cheek in my hand, and took a moment to appreciate the expression of raw ecstasy showing on her face. It was brilliant. Her eyes were rolling up slightly, her mouth was open, and her tongue was lolling out. The temperature in the room was relatively low, but her forehead was dripping with sweat.
“There we go, doesn’t that feel good?” I cooed, knowing full well she could barely hear me. “You two are such an entertaining couple.”
I paused for another moment to watch them and savor the sounds of their arousal. I could have watched them for hours, but, alas, work needed to be done.
Dropping my hand, I cleared my throat and spoke to both of them. “This has been quite enjoyable, but it’s time for the night to come to a close. As you two finish, there’s a very important announcement that you need to pay attention to. Morgana, I’ll need you to pass this on to Magnus as well.”
Two pairs of unfocused eyes turned to me.
“Well...how should I word this…?” I bunched my hands together, and searched for the right words. “Unfortunately, I have an order of...personal business scheduled for the date of our next lesson. Usually, this would just mean additional reading for the two of you, but we’re at such a crucial time in both of your education. I couldn’t bear to have you miss even a single lesson with the progress you two are making,” I paused for a moment, smiling with pride, “So, I’ve asked a good friend of mine to lead the lesson. I thought it would be a good opportunity for her to practice her teaching skills and for you to be exposed to a hypnotist other than myself.”
My students had no reaction, other than some more moaning and sweating, but I could tell I had their full attention.
“So, I’ll let you know where to find her at a later date. In the meantime, you two may orgasm whenever you please. Morgana, be a darling and pass that information on to Magnus, won’t you?”
Morgana lightly nodded as she continued to thrust in and out of Chantal’s ass.
“Great!” I said, clapping my hands once more. “Well, in that case, I bid you goodnight. The two of you may finish as you please. Morgana, when you’re done, it’ll be time to go to sleep, alright? Great.”
The last thing I heard as I pulled my coat on and left the room was the sound of my two students cumming their brains out.
Ah, the sweet sounds of learning.
Chapter 9: The Cupcakes
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For some reason, Cherry’s announcement hadn’t really registered with me when she’d said it in the lesson. The more I’d considered it afterwards, the more I realized just how little she’d told us about this new teacher. If I really thought about it, the only thing I knew for certain about her was that she was training to be a hypnotist teacher herself. That left out many vital pieces of information.
One such piece of information was the journey we’d have to take to find her. I thought it went without saying that they would take up the lesson in Cherry’s special classroom. That would be the easiest way to do it, right? Unfortunately, as Cherry had later revealed to us, that was not at all the case.
I grumbled to myself and wiped some sweat off of my brow as I continued to hike up the hill. Above me, the sun was shining brightly, radiating heat directly onto my exhausted body. No matter how much I adjusted my shirt, or the satchel around my back, I was always roasting. This was just the worst .
“Magnus, for the love of God, will you stop thinking so loudly ?” Chantal called from ahead of me.
I looked up to spot her waiting about 20 feet in front of me, tapping her foot impatiently. Chantal’s outfit was much more suited for the heat. It was a simple granite-colored sundress and a wide sunhat. She gave me a stern expression as I sped up to meet her, slowing down once we were together. “Seriously,” She chided, “we’re not going to die, it’s just some heat. I don’t know why you chose to wear that when you knew we’d be walking.”
“Well, I didn’t know it would be like this ,” I replied, gesturing vaguely to the area around us as I did.
The two of us stood on a dirt path that slithered up the side of a green hill like a serpent stalking its prey. In the past few hours, we’d taken too many twists and turns to count, slowly making our way from the bottom of the hill. The trail started right at the edge of the city, so a sizable stack of gray buildings loomed over our shoulders whenever we turned around.
Apprehensively, I looked up ahead, wondering how much farther we had left to go.
Luckily, it didn’t seem to be too much. The top of the hill was within sight, just a few steps away. After taking a few moments to regain our energy, the two of us pressed on.
Waiting for us at the top of the hill was a very plain looking cottage, unremarkable in every conceivable aspect save its location. It was about two stories high, and looked like little more than a grey stone block with some wooden window frames. On its roof, there was a chimney with smoke trailing out of it. The dirt trail led right up to the doorstep, which had an old-fashioned bell hanging in front of it.
I reached over to ring the bell, but Chantal got it before I could.
A few moments passed with absolute silence. Just as I was getting tempted to ring the bell myself, the door swung open, and a tall, shapely woman poked her head through. “Hello?”
The very first thing I noticed about the woman was her pair of long, pointed ears. They were perked up, to the point where their tips reached up above the top of her head, increasing her height by an inch or two. The next thing I noticed was her eyes, which were an unnaturally piercing shade of green. I could feel those eyes bore into me as I was examined by the woman’s bemused expression. Her skin was perfectly smooth, save for a splash of freckles on her nose
Those features would have been enough to catch me off guard on their own, but the body they accommodated was equally breathtaking. She had a wild mane of fiery red hair (pulled into a pony-tail behind her), and a tall, muscular looking body hidden underneath a stained plaid shirt, some jeans and an apron.
All in all, she was stunningly beautiful.
“Oh, hello there!” She said with a bright smile, excitedly looking at the two of us. “You must be Cherry’s young tenderfoots. Please come in. I’ve been so excited for you to get here!” Her voice was lively and leader-like without sounding authoritative. The inviting smile she gave she gestured for us to enter her humble cottage looked like one she’d give a close friend, not an apprentice. Quietly, Chantal and I stepped past her and into the house.
The cottage was about what I expected. The interior seemed designed in a way that put practicality over comfort. The entrance hallway was tight enough to force us into walking single-file, but lined with various doors. After a few seconds, it opened up to a very large room that held a lounge on one end, and a kitchen on the other. The room was sparsely decorated save for the essentials. The lounge consisted of a table standing on top of a red carpet, and surrounded by a couch, an armchair, and a single bookshelf. Nothing was without a purpose.
The kitchen was a little more equipped. It had some cabinets for food, ingredients and silverware as well as a large, humming oven. Next to this was another table, this one holding a tea set and two plates of snacks. One plate had plain brown biscuits on it, and the other was filled with cupcakes topped with red frosting and strawberries.
Like a mother duck leading two of her young, the woman led Chantal and I over to the kitchen table and gestured for us each to take a seat.
“Welcome to my humble abode!” She greeted, gesturing at the room around us, “I’m so excited to meet you! Cherry’s told me so much about the two of you, and how your training’s been coming along. Quite some time has passed since people as young as yourselves have taken up the title of ‘hypnotist,’” the woman spoke with an infectious energy, staring at us like we were two young puppies. Listening to her, I couldn’t help but smile dumbly, making a feeble imitation of the woman’s perfect grin. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Chantal shoot me a displeased glare.
The woman picked up two teacups and set one in front of each of us. “I thought you might be tired after the long journey up here, so I mixed up something nice for you,” As she spoke, she picked up a large, still steaming teapot and filled both our glasses with a bubbling, white liquid. I held it up to my nose before taking a sip. It tasted like milk, but sweeter and smoother. Both Chantal and I let out a satisfied ‘mmmm’ as the liquid hit our taste buds for the first time.
The woman giggled at our reactions, and took a seat for herself. She pushed the plate of cupcakes towards us. “Please, enjoy yourselves! I like to start things off on a friendly note before I get into business talk.” Feeling much better with some of the drink in my stomach, I picked one of the cupcakes off of the plate, taking a nice big bite of it.
It had to be the greatest cupcake I’d ever tasted in my life. As soon as I sunk my teeth into it, a feeling of pure enjoyment spread into my mouth and out through my entire body. I closed my eyes, and for a few seconds I was floating on a cloud of strawberry flavored happiness.
I hadn’t realized I was moaning until I opened my eyes, and saw both the woman and Chantal staring at me with embarrassed expressions.
Desperately trying to save face, I reached down to the cup and brought it up to my lips, taking another sip of the milk-like beverage to help myself focus. “It’s...uh...really good…” I mumbled, staring down at my knees in humiliation. “Thank you…”
“I...uh...think I’ll pass on that one,” Chantal muttered, taking a sip from her own glass, and reaching for the plate of biscuits.
There was a brief moment of awkward silence before our hostess spoke again.
“Alright then,” she said, clapping her hands together, “Introductions are always annoying, so let’s get those out of the way first,” she cleared her throat and gestured to her chest. “My name is Adelpha. As you may have been told, I’m an old friend of Cherry’s. The two of us go way back. We actually studied together, back in the day. Good times. Most of my talents lie in more pure forms of magic, but I learned my fair share of hypnosis when I was with her,” she paused for a moment, as if remembering something, before continuing, “So, she’s told me quite a bit about you two, but I want to hear from the source. Let’s start with you,” she pointed to Chantal.
As Adelpha spoke, I continued to take bites from the strawberry cupcake and sip from my teacup. I managed to keep myself together a little better this time as I savored the incredible flavor. It was truly amazing. Before I knew it, I had finished the cupcake, and was taking another one from the tray.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” My partner politely replied in between bites of her biscuit. She wasn’t having quite the reaction I had, but when she finished one, she was also eagerly reaching back to her plate, “My name is Chantal. I’ve been studying with Cherry for a few months now. I was originally mentored by Alyssa, but...well...that didn’t really work out,” she ended that part off with a nervous giggle, taking another sip from her cup.
“Oh, I heard about that,” Adelpha replied sympathetically, “Quite a messy situation that was. But at least it turned out well. So, what is your skill?”
“I’m a psychic, actually,” she responded, yawning in between bites, “It runs in the family.”
“Oooh, a psychic! It’s been a while since I’ve met one of those,” Fascination dripped from Adelpha’s voice as she spoke, “I’m looking forward to teaching you. Now, how about you?” She asked, turning to me with the same expression.
I paused for a moment to stuff the last few bites of a cupcake into my mouth. How many had I eaten? I was losing track at this point. The feeling of sweetness inside of me was too distracting for me to focus on things like numbers. It was the best! I loved it so...I shook my head to regain my focus and think of a reply to her question.
“My name’s...uh…” I was interrupted by another wave of pleasure rolling over me, “...Magnus. I’ve been learning about hypnosis with Cherry for…” I giggled and blushed as the feeling increased even more, to the point where I was feeling lightheaded, “...sorry, I meant to say for...uh...well, my whole life really. Ever since I was a kid. She’s friends with my Mom, so as soon as I started showing signs of having...it, she…”
Something was wrong. This was not an ordinary feeling. The sweetness had spread to every party of my body. As it got stronger, I could feel it start to morph into...something else. Some kind of buzz that I couldn’t describe. “I feel...funny…” I squeaked in a meek voice.
Adelpha leaned in and made a knowing smile. “Well, well, it looks like the refreshments are starting to kick in, for you and your friend.”
She glanced over to Chantal, and my gaze followed hers. Next to me, she had gone quiet. Her mouth was open, and her eyelids were drooping. She looked like she was desperately trying to stay awake.
My gaze whipped back to Adelpha. “What’s...what’s happening? What did you...oh...oh fuck ...” Despite the circumstances, I found myself moaning with pleasure. I knew logically that whatever was happening to me was likely very bad, but it felt so fucking good. I couldn’t stop myself from loving it.
The first noticeable shift happened in my ears. The tingling intensified in them, and when I reached up to grab them, I felt them grow long, narrow and...pointed? Next, something I couldn’t see shifted around on my scalp. It took me a few seconds to realize that my hair was growing longer.
My body was changing shape. I would’ve been terrified if it wasn’t making me so goddamn horny.
At that point, the erotic feeling had become too much for me. I reached into my pants and started to stroke myself. To no surprise, I found that I was already rock hard.
Adelpha smirked at me. “There we go, you’re reaching the fun part,” She stood up from her chair, and walked around the table to stand behind me. Leaning in, she pushed my hair to the side, and gave me a gentle kiss on the temple.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” She whispered, “I designed the spell to feel as good as possible for boys like you. Other witches would want you to be scared, but not me. I personally see to it that every little boy who falls into my power has a wonderful time. I did say I wanted you to enjoy yourself, didn’t I?”
By that point, the feeling had numbed both my mind and my body. My mouth fell open and my tongue dropped out as I continued to uncontrollably stroke myself. I tried to speak, but it was becoming near impossible to form any sort of thought. “What...what are you...you can’t...unnnhh…I don’t wanna...”
“Ssssshhhhh…there’s no need to worry,” she assured me in a soothing voice. She gave me another kiss, this one on my cheek. “I told you, no fear. You’re safe with me. You’ll be a different kind of person when this is all over, but I’ll be here to keep you out of trouble.”
The next change to my body was happening. It was subtle at first. My clothes started to get looser, baggier. My shirt increased in size, making it difficult to reach into my pants. When I looked up, the table was growing bigger and bigger. Groaning, I slipped my hand through my sleeve and reached back down to my dick.
The world around me got bigger and bigger and bigger as I got closer to the edge. When I finally came, the orgasmic pleasure flooded through me and wiped out the rest of the world. The only thing that existed was me and my feelings. The sweetness was the purest form of pleasure I’d ever felt.
When I finally opened my eyes, I was laying in a pile of cloth. My body had settled into a solid shape, but I could still feel something growing out of my back. When I turned around, I could see a shiny pair of wings extending out of my back.
Before I could even begin to question this, a giant hand grabbed the wings and pulled me up. When everything stopped shaking, I was greeted with the sight of a giant Adelpha.
I should have done something, but all I had the energy to do was stare at her with a puzzled expression. “Wha...what…?”
“Hello there, my little friend,” She said with a wide smile. At this size, her normally booming voice was even louder. “Wasn’t that fun? You took to the spell so well! Normally I need to coax the subject into eating enough cupcakes for it to work, but you did it all on your own! And you changed so well! You look so cute as a fairy!”
“F-fairy…?”
“There you go!” Adelpha replied encouragingly, “Well, if you’re all settled, it’s time for the mental part of the transformation!
“M-mental…?” I asked, as my thoughts started to grow foggier.
Chapter 10: The Strawberry
Chapter Text
“Hey...hey! Hey, listen! Wake up!”
I groaned and stirred, clamping my eyes together tighter to try to preserve the peaceful state of sleep I had been in. Just a few more minutes...
“Hey! Hey! Chantal! Wake up! Wake up!”
I snorted and made more irritated noises, shifting around. Why was I so uncomfortable? My body was practically aching. Where was that voice coming from? It sounded...familiar.
“Chantal, please,” the voice quivered with some kind of emotion. It wasn’t as much panic as it was...need? Like it desperately, desperately needed something. “ Please , I’m begging you. Wake up already!”
With another groan, I gently cracked my eyes open. Things were blurred at first, but as I blinked, the world gradually started to come into focus.
I was still in Adelpha’s kitchen, except I was now at the head of the table. The oven had gone silent, the light shining through the windows had dimmed slightly, and the table had been cleared.
Well, mostly cleared. When I turned my gaze downward I could see that a plate had been set in front of me with a knife and fork on either side of it. On the plate, I could see the clear source of the annoying voice calling out to me.
I needed to rub my eyes again to make sure I was seeing things right.
Standing on the plate was Magnus. But not quite.
The tiny creature’s face was identical to Magnus’, yes, but the rest of his body was very different. For starters, he was smaller. A lot smaller. If I had to guess, he was probably about six inches tall, maybe a little more. His hair was green, and he had a set of translucent wings sprouting out of his back. Leaning in, I noticed he had pointed ears, and his eyes were colored a bright pink. He stood on the plate, looking up at me with an expectant expression. He was completely naked, save for a small skirt of leaves strung around his waist that just barely covered what it needed to.
“M-Magnus?” I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, “Is that you?”
“Finally, you’re awake!” He said with a big smile. I wasn’t sure if it was the size difference, or part of whatever had happened to him, but his voice was also slightly higher pitched. “Yes, it’s me. You’ve been out for hours! Oh, I’m so glad you’re awake. Finally, we can get things going!”
My eyes widened and I raised both eyebrows as my brain was absolutely assaulted with confusion. “Wait, wait a second...Magnus? Magnus? How the fuck did you…? What on earth happened to you? You’re so...”
Magnus’ smile fell, and he took on a more serious expression. “I know, I know, it’s a lot. Trust me, I know. But I don’t have any time to explain, we need to act quickly and decisively,” He walked to the edge of the plate and picked up the fork, which was like a trident compared to his tiny body. Hastily, he walked over to the edge of the plate and held it up to me. “You need to eat me.”
I was still kind of drowsy from whatever had put me to sleep, so it wasn’t until I’d taken the fork from him that I realized what he’d really said.
“Wait a minute,” I said, again rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “I think I misheard you, you need me to... what ?”
Magnus walked back to the center of the plate and flopped down onto it, taking a spreadeagle position. “You need to eat me. I’m a strawberry, that’s the point,” he said, as if this was the most normal thing someone could possibly say.
This only confused me more, if that was even possible. “You...you’re a…”
“A strawberry, yes. Come on, Chantal, look at me, isn’t it obvious?” He said in a completely sincere tone, gesturing down to his body as he did so, “And you need to eat me. That’s my purpose. If nobody eats me, then I’ll have failed at being a strawberry, and I can’t do that,” He paused for a moment, continuing to speak when I remained in a shocked silence, “You can cut me up into little pieces if that would make it easier, but I think just biting into me would help you savor the juices better. I promise you, I taste delicious ,” He winked at me after saying that. His tone was almost flirtatious.
I was absolutely dumbfounded. At a complete and utter loss for words. I stared at Magnus for a few moments, waiting for him to elaborate or give some kind of explanation that made sense, but it never happened. All he did was continue to lay there and look up at me impatiently.
Before the confusion could continue, another familiar voice to my left spoke. “It’s funny, isn’t it?” I turned to my left, and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Adelpha suddenly leaning against the chair. Where had she come from? “He’s such an easy egg to crack. He’s got so much passion, all you need to do is give him something to be passionate about, and he practically hypnotizes himself.”
“Adelpha!” Magnus cried in his tiny voice, sitting up, “That’s great! You guys can split me. There’s only enough for about a bite each, but it’ll be a damn good bite, I promise you that,” Towards the end of that sentence, his voice took on a husky, seductive tone that made me sick to my stomach.
“Ok, seriously, you need to shut the fuck up with that strawberry shit,” I sharply scolded him, before turning to Adelpha, “What did you do to him? I’ve seen him do a lot of weird things, believe me, but I’ve never seen someone fuck his mind this bad,” My voice started to tremble with fear as I spoke, “And...and him shrinking and growing fairy wings...you did that too.”
Adelpha held her hand up to her face and chuckled. “Yes, I did do those things. Though like I said, he was very eager to cooperate. You remember when I told you I was talented in magic, right? Well, my spells usually take on a very edible form. Most things I cook hold some kind of spell inside of them,” She pointed to me, “Your biscuits put you to sleep,” she then pointed at Magnus, “And the strawberry cupcakes did this to him, though I nudged him along a little during the mental transformation.”
“What? But...w-why? Why would you do this to him?” I demanded.
She looked down at me with a smile and an oddly wise look, “Do you know what the most interesting part of being psychic is? You can fix people. And do it much better than his voice or Cherry’s hands can.”
I blinked and looked at her confusedly, glancing from her to Magnus. “Fix him?” Magnus was currently in a ball, uncomfortably rocking back and forth and muttering something under his breath.
She nodded. “Well, fix his mind that is. His body will be another lesson. Plus, I think he makes a cute little straw-fairy,” She patted him on the head as she said this. He smiled, and pushed himself into her hand in response, fluttering his wings enthusiastically. He was like a puppy. A tiny, arguably suicidal puppy with green hair and wings.
I paused, watching the scene with a continued feeling of disgust. “How...how do I do that?” My eyes widened as a realization dawned on me. “Oh...fuck, do I really want to look inside of his mind right now? I don’t think I’m going to like what I see.”
“Well, you’re going to have to, unless you want to eat him,” She said with a shrug, pulling her hand away from him, “He’s only going to get more desperate, you know. After a few days he’s going to start ‘going bad,’ and that’s not going to be pretty at all.”
I groaned, and looked back at him. The petting seemed to have calmed him down slightly, but now that it had stopped, his smile was rapidly fading. “Uh...excuse me? Hi, I’m sure that what you’re talking about is very important, but I can’t help but notice the fact that I remain uneaten. Can we maybe shift gears and focus on fixing that problem please?” His tone was mostly steady, but some urgency was starting to creep into it.
Adelpha gave me an expectant look, and shrugged. My eyes darted from her to him, and I sighed in exasperation. “Alright, I guess,” I replied nervously looking towards Magnus.
He seemed to think I was replying to him, as his face perked up with enthusiasm. “Great! Thank you so much! I love you guys, I really do,” There were tears of joy in his eyes as he flopped down onto the plate, again laying spread eagle.
I rolled my eyes, and focused on him, tapping into my powers. “So, what do I do?” I asked, staring at Magnus like a cobra stares at a mouse.
Adelpha kneeled down behind me, staring at him over my shoulder. Gently, she placed a hand on each of my shoulders. “If Cherry has informed me correctly, your telepathy thus far has been limited to skimming the surface level thoughts of your targets, and implanting brief illusions that fade away on their own. Is that correct?”
I shrugged, feeling slightly embarrassed by the condescending tone she used to describe that. “You could...describe it like that...if you wanted to.”
“Of course,” Adelpha replied, seemingly oblivious to my reaction. “So, when working on something like this, you need to push deeper. Go beyond the surface of the lake, and submerge yourself in the other person’s essence.”
“Hmmm…” I took a deep breath and concentrated on Magnus. Slowly, but carefully, I started to probe my way into his head.
The initial dip was effortless, the same as I usually did. I tapped into Magnus’ mind and was met with the usual loud chatter. It was about what I expected. ‘Holy fuck, why aren’t they eating me? They haven’t even cut me! Oh this is bad, this is bad. I need to be eaten! I want it. Oh fucking fuck, I want it so goddamn bad. I’m so horny just thinking about it. That stupid bitch! Why isn’t she...’
This went on, only growing worse as it did.
In addition to the desperation that was radiating off of him, I could also feel his arousal. The thought of being consumed was making him more aroused than I had expected. I grimaced at these emotions, feeling deeply disgusted by them. There were a few images accompanying this, but for the sake of my sanity (and yours), I will refrain from describing them. Just know that they involved a lot of strawberries in places that strawberries aren’t supposed to go.
Behind me, I heard Adelpha snicker. “No trouble accessing the surface, I presume?”
I shook my head. “Nope...not at all. Ugh, you’re such a pervert.”
Adelpha was amused by this statement, and made no arguments against it. “Guilty as charged,” she said with a smirk, starting to rub my shoulders encouragingly, “I’m sure the surface level mind is very familiar territory for you, nothing you haven’t seen hundreds of times before. Here, you can make surface level changes, suggestions that don’t stick for very long. If you want to think more in the long term, you’ll need to dive deeper.”
I furrowed my brow, continuing to sift through Magnus’ altered thoughts as I listened to her. She’d really done a number on his psyche. It was almost impressive.
“And how do I do that?”
“You need to visualize it,” she whispered in my ear, “Focus, and increase your power. Imagine yourself in a staircase, going deeper and deeper into his mind. Thrust yourself deep inside of him, into his darkest recesses.”
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat at the awkward wording, but did as she said. I closed my eyes and focused, clearing everything out of my mind and focusing just on Magnus.
Following her orders, I pictured myself walking down a long, spiraling staircase. As I went down each step, the image felt more and more solid. All sensations of the outside world gradually faded away: the chair underneath me, Adelpha’s hands on my shoulders, the sounds of Magnus in front of me. As I walked down the staircase, I felt my body moving more and more.
After walking down this staircase for a few minutes, it eventually led into a regular looking wooden door. Curiously, I turned the handle and opened it up.
I hadn’t known what to expect going into this, but I was still somewhat surprised at the shape Magnus’ mind took.
The first thing I noticed was the sky. The sun was hanging right in the middle, like it was noon, but the cloudless sky was a sweet pink color, like it was setting. Stepping through the door, I felt my bare feet make contact with soft grass. A gentle breeze blew around me, causing strands of hair to blow into my face.
I stood in a wide, open field that stretched as far as the eye could see. Scattered across it was a series of wide, rolling hills, and I could see some mountains over the horizon. Everywhere I looked, I was met with the sight of green grass, decorated with the occasional flower.
I squinted in confusion. This was what Magnus’ mind looked like? It must have been the work of Adelpha’s modifications. It looked suspiciously like the field around her house. Also, there was no way Magnus’ head was this peaceful on its own.
The door had dropped me right onto a dirt path that stretched straight forward. As if that wasn’t clear enough, there was a sign, right next to me with an arrow pointing forward. Written underneath it was ‘Go this way to rescue your friend.’
Curiously, I turned around to give the door another look. But when I looked over my shoulder, it was gone. I sighed. Seemed like there was nothing for me to do except follow the path.
“Great, more walking,” I mumbled to myself as I started down the trail.
The field around me was empty at first (no surprises there), but as I continued down the trail, the area began to grow more populated. The flowers around me became more and more common, until they outnumbered the grass.
When I’d been walking for about fifteen minutes, I crossed over a hill and spotted the first sentient thing I’d seen in here. Hanging over another hill about thirty feet away, was one of Adelpha’s fairies. Like Magnus, this one had a translucent pair of wings, a mop of green hair, and a pair of pointed ears. Unlike Magnus, this one was human size, and didn’t have a grass skirt covering him. He was face away from me, so I had a full view of his two soft asscheeks.
The fairy’s attention was entirely consumed by some kind of scuffle happening over the hill. As I crept closer, I could start to hear some loud voices shouting at each other over the ridge. The closer I got, the more I could make out what was being said.
“Get away from me, you meanies! I said get off! There’s only one person who can touch me like that!” The voice was shrill and clearly very agitated. “I said fuck off ! Stop touching me there! Only one person can touch me there!”
Intrigued, I rushed over to the top of the hill and dropped to the ground, cautiously peering over.
Just as I’d guessed from the voices, there was some sort of scuffle going on. A human was surrounded by green-haired fairies. They looked to be like Adelpha’s, but human-sized. About ten to fifteen fairies were swarming this human, who was writhing and thrashing in their grip. The would-be prisoner was putting up quite the fight, sometimes knocking them several feet away with a single punch.
With all of the fairies focused on this one person, it was hard to make out their identity. I wasn’t sure who else it could be other than Magnus though. I grinned with victory, ducking back over the lip of the hill. This was it! All I needed to do was rescue Magnus from the swarm, and he’d be back to normal.
But how could I rescue him? Would I need to physically fight off the fairies, or could I use my powers? Could I control the mind of someone who was in the mind of another person?
No, I quickly decided, the Cherry-verse wasn’t ready for that level of mind-fuckery just yet. Maybe in the next arc.
“Having trouble?” I heard a voice to my left ask.
I turned and nearly jumped out of my skin. Adelpha had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and was sitting so close to me she may as well have been leaning on my damn shoulder.
“What?” I near-shouted with panic, “Where did you come from? Can you even come in here?”
“It’s magic, darling. It doesn’t make any sense, it’s not supposed to,” She responded as if this was a satisfactory explanation, “I noticed you were having some trouble, I just wanted to pop in to lend you a quick hand.”
Starting to pant from nervousness, I nodded, focusing on her. “Uh, oh-okay, thank you,” I said, trying not to sound surprised. That was nice. I didn’t want to show it, but I hadn’t actually been expecting her to help me. “So...how do I fight them? I need to fight them, right? Is that how I’ll free Magnus?”
Adelpha smirked and winked at me. “You’re spot on with that. Yes, in the mindspace of an inexperienced mind warrior like your friend, there is little separation between the literal and metaphorical. When you’re overwhelmed and trapped by a mental attack, you’ll find yourself literally trapped inside of your mindspace. Since the spell your friend consumed overwhelmed him with fairy-ness, that’s what’s happened here.”
I nodded, trying to tune out the screaming that was still coming from over the hill. “Alright, so...to attack the spell, I need to attack what’s attacking him?”
“There you go,” she said with a wink.
“How do I attack them?”
Adelpha thought for a second on this, before speaking. “Well, like I said, reality isn’t very consistent in the mindspace. Things sort of go in and out of existence as they please. If a cognizant mind were to imagine weapons hard enough, they would become real. Or as real as any of this is.”
I looked down at my hands as she spoke, wiggling my fingers and thinking of what she said. “Uh...okay, so..what kind of weapon should I imagine?”
“Well, fairies tend to not like fire, so you could choose that.”
“Alright,” I stared at my hands and focused, trying to imagine things as she’d said. Fire, fire, fire, fire .
There was a small spark in my hands. Then another. And then, as if a lighter were being ignited, a tiny flame burst into existence, floating above my palms.
My eyes widened with awe. “I did it! Look, I did it!”
“Great!” Adelpha said encouragingly, “Now toss it!”
Peeking out from over the hill, I tossed the flame like a rock at the large bundle of fairies floating in the air. Instantly, they all shrieked with fear, and scattered, dropping Magnus out of their grip and flying away in fear.
Excitedly, I jumped over the hill and ran over to the dropped person. “Magnus! Magnus! I can’t believe you...wait,” I stopped in place as I noticed more and more of the person who had fallen. That...didn’t look like Magnus.
For starters, two very large breasts bulged out from this person’s chest, struggling valiantly against the small pink tube top they were being contained in. This pink tube top was accompanied by a pink miniskirt. The person’s face somewhat resembled Magnus’, but her cheeks had a lot more blush to them, and she had a short mop of black hair. When she looked up at me, pink lipstick marked her large lips.
For a moment, this stranger stared at me, not seeming to recognize me. Then a light went on behind her eyes, and she smiled widely.
“Chantal?” She asked in disbelief, “Oh my Gosh, I can’t believe it’s you!” Without asking, she pulled me into a very tight squeezing hug. “It’s so great to see you!”
When she let go, I looked at her with a puzzled expression. I then turned around to give Adelpha an equally puzzled look. “This...isn’t Magnus.”
“Well, Magnus wasn’t the only person living in this mind,” She said with a cheeky smile, “There were others here too. I assume they were put here by Cherry. She always did like to do that to people.”
“Wait,” I said, the gears starting to turn in my head, “So...that would make you…” I turned back to the woman, “... Mary ?”
“In the flesh!” She said, flashing me a wide smile.
“You still have a while to go until you reach Magnus,” Adelpha added, “But if you pick up his friends along the way, they should be able to help you. Good luck!”
And with that, she evaporated into a puff of smoke, leaving me alone with Mary.
I groaned.
Chapter 11: The Trial
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“...and then I thought ‘Honestly though, why are we even called hypnotists?’ Like, do any of us actually do hypnosis? You’re a telepath, Me and Magnus have the magic voices, Cherry has her magic touch, Ethel has literal magic. It’s all just magic, isn’t it? Or maybe mutant powers of some kind...or we could all be aliens! Do you even think we’re…”
I grit my teeth and clenched my fists, taking every precaution I could to hold back the anger bubbling up inside of me. Mary would not shut up. No matter how long we went on or how weak my response to her blathering was, she just kept jabbering on and on in the most obnoxiously squeaky voice I’d ever heard.
Every drop of her essence was irritating to me. I kept my gaze on the path in front of me, but every so often, I caught a glimpse of her next to me, skipping childishly in a way that made her oversized breasts bounce up and down. In the “flesh” she was even more of a caricature than usual. Was this seriously what Cherry was into?
“No, Mary,” I said weakly, increasing my pace slightly, “We’re not aliens. You know that we’re not…”
“But do you really know? I mean, have you ever seen your guts or anything? There could be all kinds of things in there! I read this book once where…” Despite directly replying to me, Mary hardly seemed to have heard what I said. This is how things had been going for the last hour. Mary blathered nothing but nonsense, and didn’t take any notice of me when I tried to redirect the conversation to something more logical.
The two of us had been walking deeper and deeper into Magnus’ mind for what felt like hours, but it was difficult to tell the exact time. Of course neither of us had a watch, and the sun here didn’t move like it was supposed to, so I had no way of telling how long it had actually been. Did time here move at the same speed as time in real life? There was no way of answering any of these questions I had.
The scenery around us had remained mostly the same as we walked. The flowers continued to rhythmically sway in the breeze, waving at us as we passed them by. We continued to walk up and down the various hills that the path snaked over.
At first, we were entirely alone in our journeying, but some others started to pop up after a while. At one point, I heard a noise above me, and looked up to see another naked, human sized fairy fluttering above us. He flew right past us without a second glance, heading in the same direction as us. He seemed very fixated on where he was going. That realization made me nervously bite my lip. It seemed I had another swarm waiting for me at the end of the path, this one bigger than the last.
I turned to Mary to ask her a question about them, but quickly realized she hadn’t been paying attention. She continued to talk about nothing, hardly focusing on the path in front of her.
As we walked further and further down the path, the sight of these fairies breezing past us became more and more common, until my travel companion finally registered it.
“...Oh, wow, those are more of those fairy dudes with small dicks that held onto me!” She exclaimed loudly, pointing up at a pair of them. “Wow, there’s a lot of them! They all look like they’re headed in the same direction as us.”
I openly rolled my eyes before replying to her. “Brilliant observation, Mary. It makes me wonder, why were they attacking you? Did they say anything about what they were trying to do? Why were they targeting you?”
Mary shrugged and crossed her arms defensively. “I dunno. They weren’t exactly the monologuing type. I was just…” She unfolded her arms to gesture vaguely in front of her, “...nowhere, then the garden popped up and I was here, and then they were all over me, sticking their fingers in a bunch of different places,” she shuddered. “I didn’t even see that they had wings until you got them off me.”
I was a little disappointed by the answer, but that seemed to be a valid enough excuse for not knowing much. They had been swarming her pretty thoroughly when I’d found her.
“I guess they’re working for Adelpha,” I mused aloud, “Maybe they’re connected to Magnus’ physical transformation somehow. Like, part of the spell he’s under?”
“Spell? Physical transformation? What are you babbling on about?” Mary asked in a condescending tone, staring at me with a bemused expression.
I briefly raised an eyebrow, wondering how much she knew, before shaking my head. “It’s complicated, I don’t want to explain it. Just keep following me.”
Mary pouted. “Why not? I’m sure I can understand it! Cherry says I’m really smart! And Cherry knows everything! C’mon…”
Over the next couple of minutes, I gradually tuned out Mary’s pouting, focusing instead on the path ahead of me and the increasing number of fairies floating over our heads. Were they all headed to the same place? I kept a steely expression on my face, but clouds of fear started to pop up in my gut.
After a few more minutes of walking, we finally reached our destination. We reached the top of a hill, and I caught a glimpse of the valley down below. Immediately, I put a hand on Mary’s shoulder and pushed us both to the ground. When she started to squirm around and whine, I put my hand over her mouth to shush her. She protested at first, but as soon as she caught sight of the scene in front of her, she trailed off as well.
Down in the valley in front of us was a large multicolored flower bed. In the center of it all was Magnus, covered from top to bottom in fairies. He was naked and splayed out, and there was scarcely an inch of his skin that didn’t have a pair of lips on it. Adelpha’s fairies were all over him. His head was propped up onto the knees of a fairy kneeling behind him, who also stroked his hair while others ran their fingers and lips over his body. Of course, there was one over his crotch, bobbing his head up and down over Magnus’ erect cock.
Magnus was clearly lost in some kind of haze. His body was limp, and his eyes were unfocused. He was completely still, save for the occasional twitch and a stream of inaudible words coming out of his mouth. There must have been ten fairies on him in total, but many more than that were crowded in a circle around him, watching with delighted expressions.
All in all, the scene would have been very hot had I not been required to rescue him from it.
Ducking my head down, I took a few deep breaths and tried to think of a plan. Mary and I were vastly outnumbered, so there was no way we could take them on directly. We would need to have some kind of strategy.
Could I make the fire again? I’d need a lot more fire to take on that many. What else could I do?
“Adelpha?” I asked the air in front of me, hoping she could hear, “Any help?”
Nothing.
“Who are you talking to?” Mary asked in a bratty tone after a few seconds.
I groaned and rolled my eyes again, before peeking up over the hill once more. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all. I closed my eyes and massaged my forehead, trying to coax any ideas I could out of it. It wasn’t coming easy.
“Any ideas?” I asked Mary, “We’re going to need something big to get Magnus out of this. Something unexpected. We need to catch them by surprise, and hit hard. Is this bringing anything to mind?” I opened my eyes and turned to face her.
Mary was gone.
Widening my eyes, I looked around and then peeked over the edge of the hill. Mary had hurled herself over the top and was now barrelling towards the large group of fairies at a very rapid pace. Her fists were in the air, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Her face was turned away from me, but I had no doubt that her eyes were closed.
At the sound of her shrieking voice, some of the surrounding fairies turned around and fixed their eyes on her. The reactions were mixed. A few of them raised their eyebrows in utter confusion, while others smirked with amusement. As she got closer, a few from the group started to subdue her. To start with, a pair rushed towards her and circled around to grab her from behind, effortlessly lifting her off the ground. She struggled as they did this, kicking and flailing around to resist them, but it was all for naught. Soon enough, two more fluttered over to her and started to pepper her face with kisses. Then, two more went to her, and the next thing I knew, she was in the exact same state I’d found her in: floating in the sky and cocooned by a shifting mass of soft flesh. They must have been using some kind of magic on her, because Mary’s loud screams gradually shifted into moans.
The sight made me go pale, and I quickly glanced back to Magnus. He was still covered in fairies, but Mary’s distraction meant there was less of a swarm around him. Had that been intentional on her part? I doubted it, but it was still useful.
Still hiding on top of the hill, I held up my hands and started to focus.
Fire, fire, fire, fire.
Sparks appeared on each of them, quickly morphing into decently sized flames. I concentrated harder, channeling more and more power into them. The flames grew larger and larger as I mentally stoked them.
Once they were large enough, I hopped over the hill and started to run, lobbing the two fireballs at the crowd of fairies surrounding Magnus. Just like last time, they all scattered away from them, leaving Magnus open. This was it. I was going to make it. He was less than 50 feet away from me. I ran as fast as I could, getting closer and closer.
Just as I was reaching out to grab him, something grabbed me. I felt a cluster of arms wrap around my torso, and the next thing I knew, I was being heaved into the air, getting carried farther and farther from Magnus. I screamed and struggled around, trying to break free, but then they started to work their magic.
Someone kissed my neck, and a wave of pleasure washed down my spine. My muscles instantly relaxed, and my nipples hardened. Before I could even moan, another pair of lips kissed my forehead, making my legs twitch with arousal.
Then, in a blink, I was being set down on the grass. My dress was gone, and hands were running all over my naked body. Two pairs of lips continued to kiss my face and use their tranquilizing magic, a gentle hand started to caress each of my breasts, and I felt a tongue slide into my folds. Every part of my body was being stimulated in one way or another.
My first orgasm came as a shock, but the subsequent ones didn’t. It became difficult to figure out where one ended and the next one began. My body was swimming in a sea of ecstacy. I lost track of time, the world around me lost focus, and my vision blurred. It was pure pleasure, and then I became numb.
After some time, I became aware of a soft voice. “Chantal?”
I moaned and cracked my eyes open. It was hard to see anything through the mass of tangled bodies that was clustered over me. I squinted in confusion. “Wh..what?”
“Chantal? Is that you?”
I tried to move, to look around for the voice, but my body was limp and useless. My mind was equally out of commission. It was just...too much for me.
“Hey! Let her go!”
There was a loud noise, and then I was moving. The bodies were shifting around me. The grips on me got looser and looser, until the darkness was gone and a ray of light shone down onto my eyes. Groaning, I shook my head and opened my eyes.
Staring down at me was a lithe, fit woman dressed in a revealing outfit. Her bottom half was covered by a baggy and slightly translucent pair of harem pants, but from the waist up, the only thing she wore was a lavishly decorated bra. Her face was covered by a silk veil-mask, and her dark hair was tied up in a bun behind her. Like Mary, her face bore a vague resemblance to Magnus’ while also being different. She had his eyes, but they were a bright green, and her cheekbones were slightly sharper.
This new woman gave me about five seconds to catch my breath before opening her arms and dropping down to hug me. “Chantal! My greatest friend! I’m so glad you’re safe!”
Not quite so keen on being touched again, I squirmed around uncomfortably in her grip. As gently as I could, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her away from me so I could stand up. Once I was on my feet, I could think a little better.
After squinting at the new woman for a moment, I finally recognized her.
“Morgana?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s me!” She said with a wide smile.
I looked her up and down once more, trying to collect my thoughts. Now that I knew this woman was Morgana, her features were easy to recognize. Just like Mary, she was Cherry’s costume brought fully to life, a more pure representation of the character Cherry had imagined.
“So,” Morgana said slightly nervously, breaking a silence I hadn’t realized had been building. “Do you need my help with something? I would love to help you!”
“Uh...yeah, yeah, that’s right,” I nodded and wiped some sweat off of my brow, silently chiding myself for losing focus. Whatever magic those fairies used, it was potent. “Can you...can you fix this?”
“Only if you wish for it,” Morgana replied in a singsong voice. Based on her expression, I got the impression she was intentionally slowing down her words so I could process them with my slow brain. “But first, you have to rub my lamp.”
“Rub your...what?” I asked, my eyes widening with panic slightly.
Rather than explain further, Morgana reached down to her waistband and gently pulled down her pants. She tugged them down just far enough to reveal a glittery object hanging between her hips.
I squinted in disbelief as I saw it. It was a golden dick. A dick like any ordinary one, but made out of solid gold instead of flesh. It’s surface was perfectly smooth, and it had some decorative designs engraved onto it.
“It’s my lamp,” she repeated, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “You need to rub it, so I can grant your wishes.”
I stared at it for a moment, before rolling my eyes and reaching over to touch it. “I am so done with you, Cherry,” I mumbled to myself as I ran my hand up and down the length of it.
Luckily, it only took a few strokes for it to work. After a few seconds, Morgana pushed my hand away, and pulled her pants back up. “There you go! Now, how may I be of service to you?” She said dramatically, making a tiny bow.
I snorted. “I wish all the fairies in Magnus’ mind were gone.”
“Granted!” Morgana replied enthusiastically. She held up her hand and, after a brief pause for dramatic effect, snapped her fingers.
Instantly, a breeze started to blow over the field. It was subtle at first, but it got stronger and stronger until it was a powerful wind whipping through the valley we were in. I bent over and covered my head, shielding myself from the wind as it became more powerful.
Squinting against the wind, I looked up to see how it was affecting everything else around me. In front of me, Morgana stood confidently with her scarf blowing in the wind, seemingly unaffected by it. Further down, the fairies were starting to get blown away. A few of them were already gone, and others grabbed desperately to the ground. One by one, they were each carried away with the wind.
After what felt like an eternity, the wind gradually petered out until it was gone, and the clouds parted as quickly as they’d appeared.
When I finally looked up, all of the fairies were gone, and it was just Me, Mary, Morgana, and Magnus.
I leaned onto my knees and took a few deep breaths, trying to stop my head from spinning. “Wow,” I gasped, still feeling my heart pumping in my chest. “That was…that was intense,” I looked up and gave her a look of gratitude. “Thank you!”
“Of course!” She said, clapping her hands together enthusiastically. “Anything for my greatest friends!”
In the valley in front of us, Magnus started to stir from his daze. He was still very much out of it though, not that I could blame him. He was going to be okay though, that that was all that mattered.
“Great job!” A voice from behind me said. When I turned around, I saw Adelpha, staring at me and grinning proudly.
“Is...is it done?” I asked.
“Yep, now it’s time for everyone to wake up!”
With that, Adelpha snapped her fingers, and the world around me dissolved into nothingness.
Chapter 12: The Visit
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Over the years, I had forgotten just how much of a journey it took to reach Adelpha’s residence. I certainly remembered her being a bit out of the way, but not quite to this extent.
I looked through my car’s windshield with a furrowed brow, staring out at the empty plains surrounding us with a somewhat cautious expression. The emptiness of the green fields around us had once been peaceful, but now seemed to carry a note of warning to it. ‘Turn back while you can,’ the grass’ voice swished through the air, ‘this place is empty for a reason.’
Unfortunately for us, we had passed the point of no return long ago.
Next to me, Ethel was leaning back in her seat with her eyes closed, completely silent and still. The untrained eye would determine her to be asleep, but, being as acquainted with her as I was, I knew she was actually deep in meditation. One thing I’d learned about her over years was that her kind never truly slept. Unconscious as she appeared, she was no doubt aware of every individual raindrop pattering against the window next to her, and could count every beat my heart had taken since she’d started.
Conversation between us had long-since trailed off, so there was nothing but impatient silence filling the space between us. The miniscule frown on Ethel’s face signaled to me that she was still displeased at having to accompany me on this trip. Unfortunately for her (and fortunately for me), she owed me a few favors. I would need her, after all, if there were any spells still on Magnus and Chantal’s minds when we arrived.
Eventually, the flat plains morphed into a large green hill, with the road twisting around it like a coiled snake. The higher up we went, the more nervous I became. I hoped Adelpha hadn’t gone too far with them. I’d given her specific instructions on what she could and couldn’t do, but hypnotists weren’t exactly known for following rules.
“We’re here,” I said as I pulled the car up in front of her cottage. With a twist, I pulled the keys out of the ignition.
As expected, Ethel’s eyes popped open instantly without the slightest nudging needed. She blinked a few times, looking around with her bright green eyes, before turning to me.
“Alright,” She muttered, reaching for the door, “Let’s make this quick. I’m hardly in the mood for a repeat of last time’s rescue mission.”
“Just a little tip before we go,” I added, placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her. She turned around and gave me a sharp glance, but said nothing. “Adelpha has a few...tricks that she likes to play on visitors. She doesn’t mean any harm, most of the time, it’s just what she does. There won’t be much, just a few things to be aware of.”
Ethel snorted but nodded, indicating she was listening.
I hesitated for a moment, before continuing. “The refreshments she’s going to serve us are enchanted. They always are. Don’t eat them. They’re so powerful that even you wouldn’t be able to resist.”
Ethel raised an eyebrow, seeming more impressed than intimidated by this fact. “Oh yeah, she’s the one who turns people into fairies, yes?”
I blushed, and looked away. “She only turns men into fairies. Women are...usually more complicated.”
“Alright,” she said with a small smirk, “Anything else?”
“Don’t shake her hand or let her touch you. That’s another way she gets you,” I quickly added.
“Sounds easy enough to remember.”
We both stayed quiet as we approached the door, and exchanged a quick look before nodding.
There was a brief silence, and the sound of something rustling behind the door, before it opened up and Adelpha greeted us with open arms.
“Cherry! My old friend! It’s so nice to see you!” She greeted me enthusiastically.
I forced a smile onto my face and gave her a tiny wave. “Adelpha! So nice to meet you once again. I hope you don’t mind, I brought another friend along with me. I’m sure you remember Ethel,” I gestured to Ethel as I spoke.
Adelpha’s smile faltered slightly. “Oh, yes, Cherry’s told me so much about you. Ethel, right? Please, come in.”
We slowly followed Adelpha into her small home. My nerves of what I was about to see grew with every step, until we finally made it into her kitchen.
I did not like what I saw.
Chantal was seated at the head of the table, waking up from some kind of slumber. Her eyes were unfocused but she didn’t seem to be in a trance of any kind. Sitting in front of her was a small fairy that I presumed to be Magnus. I could imagine a few reasons why he was sitting on a plate, and none of them were pleasant. He was also waking up from something.
“Wha...what?” He asked in his tiny voice, shaking his head.
Frowning, I turned to Adelpha and raised an eyebrow. “Did you turn one of my students into a fairy?”
Adelpha blushed and shrugged. “It’s what I do, you know. Plus, he was cute.”
I really shouldn’t have been surprised, but something about the sight in front of me made my stomach drop with dread. This was going to be a mess to clean up. Biting my lip, I inched over to the end of the table, and leaned in to observe Magnus awaken.
Clearly dizzy, he rubbed his head and looked around with misty eyes. He was clearly still very dazed, but his eyes got clearer with every blink. “Ch-cherry?” He asked, looking right at me. “Why are you so...b-big?”
Chantal woke up at a far faster speed. After a few blinks, she looked up at me with undeniable clarity. The sight of it brought me some relief. At least one of my students had a working head on their shoulders.
“Cherry?” She asked, shaking her head again and sitting up. “Cherry!” She repeated, recognition dawning in her eyes. “Hi! Nice to see you here. Weren’t you...oh yeah!” She snapped her fingers as if remembering something, and turned down to look at Magnus. “Hey, are you okay? Did it work? Are you yourself again?” She furrowed her brows, and I could tell she was flipping through his thoughts already.
“What?” Magnus asked once again, starting to get a grip on reality. He looked up at Chantal, and then at myself with wide eyes. His small body started to tremble. “Why is everyone so big?” Fear started to leak into his voice as he looked down at himself. “Why am I naked? What...oh fuck, are these wings ?”
I sighed, and shook my head, turning back to Adelpha. “So, now that the fun’s been had, can you return him to his original shape?”
This question made Chantal speak up from behind me. “Oh yeah, that’s the next step, right? You were going to teach me how to do that.”
Adelpha blushed and gave me a terrifyingly unsure smile. “I...did say I would teach that yes. Of course, that promise was made with the assumption that Cherry would show up with her lovely friend, who I assume is able to do that.”
Ethel held her hands up defensively as all eyes on the room turned to her. “Hold on a minute, I wasn’t told anything about fairies! I don’t know how to change him back! I can’t just do any damn thing involving magic.”
Everyone’s eyes turned back to Adelpha, who’s smile fell. She nervously tucked a strand of red hair behind a pointed ear. “Well, I don’t...usually…” The rest of that sentence was mumbled to the point of being unintelligible.
“Could you repeat that?” I asked nervously, taking a step closer to her.
She shot me an anxious, almost fearful look, and laughed nervously. “I mean...I don’t...usually...turn them back...so I don’t really know…”
“ What ?” Magnus spoke loudly.
I widened my eyes and took a few more steps closer, placing my hand on Adelpha’s shoulder. “You mean...you have no idea how to change him back?”
“Not...exactly...no.”
There was a beat of silence, and I let out a deep sigh. “Very well then,” I said, snatching Magnus up off of the table and dropping him in my palm.
“Wait,” he said as I left the cottage without another word, “Does anybody know how to change me back?”
This was the last time I trusted Adelpha with anything.
Notes:
So that's it for the second arc of this story. Hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think, or if you'd like to see more of this. I'm trying to write more for this account while I have the time, but I've been having crazy writer's block lately, so don't expect anything soon haha.