Chapter 12

Author’s Note:

Since everyone wanted to know which gem was assigned to which girl I figured I would list it right at the top.

• Claire | Green Gem | Cuckquean Voyeur

• Julia | Yellow Gem | Petplay

• Amanda | Red Gem | Love

• Nora | Indigo Gem | Slave Maid

• Lara | Violet Gem | Bimbo

• Stephanie | Orange Gem | Domme Mom

• Carmen | Blue Gem | Submissive Exhibitionist

With that I want to apologize for not getting these chapters out in a manner with which I am satisfied. Regardless, I will finish this story. Also, I might have another story that I have started in order to refresh my perspective on this one, so look out for that sometime!

Zach:

After an exhausting morning of attempting to wrangle all of these girls in order to discuss how we were going to go about this, I was already exhausted before my day officially began.

With the way mom was, there was no way she could go into work like this. I called in to her work saying she is sick and that she has lost her voice. Her boss’ secretary took down my message, a distinct lack of caring in her voice as I spoke to her.

With that taken care of I would need to find out who to ask about dealing with magic. Before all of this stuff with the Prismium I had no idea magic existed, but now I was having to think about who I could even talk to about this. It seemed that Sapphira was not going to be any help, wherever she was dragged off to.

I was dressed up for work knowing that Carmen and Nora could still work even with their respective gems. Stephanie was tasked with keeping Bimbo Lara under control, and Claire and Amanda promised to look after mom.

Opening the front door, so that Carmen, Nora, and I could head to work, another note dropped to the ground. Looking down at it, it was a red envelope, sealed with a blue wax seal. Picking it up and turning it over I read it’s front. Open me :).

Claire came up behind me pressing her breasts against my back.

“Another note? What does it say?” Claire asked.

Breaking the seal, I pulled out and unfolded the note.

To Zach and Claire,

I am sure that you have now seen Magnus for who he really is. I wish I could have helped you early on, but I did not know who the Prismium went to until I saw Claire wearing it. I have a basic understanding of what needs to be done in order to break this curse. If you wish to get this information, then send Claire to the mall. I will meet her at the food court.

Yours,

Salem

Claire looked up at me, “The only public place I have been over the last week or so was the mall, so this person must be someone that works there. Would make sense with how they might have known about Magnus.” Claire looked at the floor in thought.

“Well, I trust you, we are quite literally all in this together, so if you want to head down there today while I am at work then go ahead.” I gave her a kiss on the lips, seeing her blush as I pulled back.

After that we made our way to work for a tense day of worrying how all of the girls would behave.

Claire:

Amanda and I took Lara’s car down to the mall. Stephanie had ensured us that she could look after the bimbo and the Momcat.

I had my suspicions on whoever this “Salem” is, considering I didn’t interact with too many people at the mall.

Parking the car and walking towards the mall entrance, I felt a strange pull on the Collar. It was beckoning me to move further into the mall. I wouldn’t back down from this, I would never admit to being scared of what will happen to us if we fail, we needed to be strong in order to weather this particular fucked up storm.

Amanda was constantly distracted by all of the shops in the mall. The red gem was making her want to smell every scented candle and want to buy a door mat that said, “We Wipe Our Paws In This House.” It was the most live, laugh, love shit you could think of, and I was not feeling it.

Having been imbued with the green gem, I found my thoughts often slipping towards how attractive some of the girls around me were. Strangely when it came to the guys, I was able to acknowledge their good looks, but I felt no sort of sexual attraction to them. My guess was that it was because of the Prismium yet again, but frankly, I didn’t care, why would I ever want to be attracted to anyone but Zach and getting to appreciate hot girls was a definite plus.

“Oh! Claire Bear look at this tea set; the cups have little owls on them.” Amanda tugged at my shirt, trying to pull me towards the window of a home goods type shop.

“Not right now Amanda we need to get to the food court.” I hissed at her, feeling a sudden spike of anger at her. Amanda looked at me with shock, her face dropping from excitement to sulking. I felt bad right away as I realized my outburst was uncalled for. “I'm sorry Amanda, its just… well, this is important what we are doing. There is only so much time until whatever this curse is does something bad. The uncertainty of where we will end up is just eating at me.” I looked down, ashamed of lashing out at her.

“Oh, Claire, it’s going to be ok. You and Zach are some of the strongest people I know. I promise to try and rein in my housewife tendencies from this gem.” Amanda gave me a bear hug, causing me to become encapsulated in her cavernous cleavage.

“Thanks Amanda, I love you.” I told her, leaning up to give her a kiss.

Finally making our way into the food court, the pull on the collar suddenly stopped. Looking around for the person I assumed might be “Salem” it took me a while, but I saw her.

When I was buying that lingerie for Amanda, I was so distracted that I didn’t really pay attention to anything more than her ass. But seeing her again, I instantly recalled her appearance.

She was the definition of Mall Goth. She had long silver-white hair with a little bit of her black roots peeking out on top. Her eyebrows were immaculately shaped, tapering off sharply. Skin was ghostly pale, which was contrasted even further by the black clothes she wore. Her face was angular like a model, but the goth makeup instead gave her this dangerous edge to her look. A sleeve of tattoos covering the entirety of her left arm, snaking up the right side of her neck as well. She wore a formfitting Black tank top with some kind of death metal band design on it. The tank top seemed to be connected to a fishnet like mesh that covered her upper chest and clavicle leading into a studded black leather collar.

Walking up to her I noticed she had unnatural violet eyes. The fishnet covering split off to cover her left arm from the armpit all the way to her knuckles. If it weren’t for the green gem, I would want to instantly go down on this girl, but instead I was thinking of her bending Amanda over and eating her cunt out until Amanda passed out from sheer pleasure.

Shaking my head, trying to clear the dirty thoughts, I locked eyes with her. She gave me a wide toothy grin, her bright white teeth greatly contrasted by the dark burnt maroon that was her lipstick. I wanted to make the fuck out with this woman so bad!

“Hello Claire, nice to see you again.” The gorgeous goth said. Her violet eyes smoldered, framed by the smokey black eyeshadow and coal black eyeliner. I did not expect the southern accent, giving her a southern belle vibe.

“I had a feeling it would be you, your ass was suspiciously memorable, otherwise I don’t think I would have known that you are Salem.” I responded to her, getting a read of her expressions.

Without missing a beat, “Well this memorable ass is attached to an equally memorable hot goth woman.” She stuck her hand out to shake mine, “The name is Sabrina. I only used Salem as a codename.” As our hands met, I felt a zap of energy travel between us. Sabrina’s eyes flashed to a cloudy white for only a moment before she broke contact with me, her eyes returned to normal as she stared at the Prismium with shock.

“Well, this is bad. The curse is in full swing.” Sabrina took a moment to catch her breath.

“What do you know about all of this, and how do you know all of this?” I asked her, sitting down across the table from her, Amanda sitting next to me.

“To start, I am a witch…” Sabrina paused, looking between us, expecting some sort of answer. “Really? No jokes?” She scoffed. “sorry I am just so used to people making ‘Sabrina The Teenage Witch’ references when they hear my name and what I am.” She chuckled ruefully.

“Sorry, I'm probably too young for that, but I'm sure Zach would have picked up on it.” I shrugged, feeling I needed to offer some kind of response to her.

“It’s fine… so I am a witch, and I come from a coven that dates back a long time. Covens are loose families; we keep a recorded history of our ancestors. And one such ancestor knew of Magnus.

“At the time, this ancestor was a high priestess for the order of Hekate, the goddess of magic, witchcraft, and night. Because of her station she often had dealings with other witches and sorcerers. A sorcerer like Magnus. It was said that he would serve as advisor to powerful men, only so he could siphon away their power and influence. In the case of King Solomon, Magnus stole Solomon’s original lesser key of demons. Binding these evil creatures to his will, his influence only spread. His life span was elongated, yet still mortal.

In order to continue his journey of corruption, he found a way to live beyond the magically enhanced limits of the human body… soul transfer.” Sabrina paused, checking to see if we followed.

“Wait! Like as in he was a body snatcher!” I nearly yelled out, catching myself from overreacting.

“Yes, and I am sure you can guess what he used in order to do that.”

“The Prismium,” My fingers traced over the blackened gems on the collar.

“Exactly, he has lived on for a very long time, by taking over the body of the Prismium’s current master. Then he would exploit the connection with the harem, enslaving them to his will.

“Now, I am just a run-of-the-mill witch in the grand scheme of things, and I only know all of this from recorded encounters my coven has had with him throughout the ages. These records also give me information on how to overcome said curse.” Sabrina folded her arms under her breasts, giving me a better look at her creamy cleavage. Fuck, she keeps distracting me with how hot she is. What I would give to see Zach fuck that southern whores mouth!

I shook my head, trying to shake out the way too horny thoughts I kept having. Circling back on what she just said, I had a realization.

“Wait… why would Magnus have a way to beat the curse, and how come no one has ever beaten it?”

“You are a real smarty, aren’t you?” Sabrina gave me a playful wink. “It’s a sort of rule in magic. If you make a spell that is impossible to negate, then it will be far weaker than a spell that has weaknesses built into it. By creating conditions for your magic, it boosts the overall power of the spells.

“As to how no one has ever beat it…they never had enough info to fight it. My coven has been trying for centuries to get the cycle broken – his rebirth and further corruption of the Prismium’s new owner – but we were never able to find them in time, but now I have found you, and I can help.”

Lost in thought I felt Amanda pull on my shirt, “Hun, do you think we can trust her? We have already been burnt by a seemingly altruistic magic guy.” She spoke softly in my ear in order to not be overheard.

Amanda did bring up a good point, but at this time, this was the best lead we had. To turn down this opportunity seemed foolish.

“Can I text Zach and see what he thinks about this?” I asked Sabrina.

“By all means, go ahead sexy.” She gave me a sultry look that made my loins tingle with excitement.

…

Filling Zach in on the conversation so far, I waited to hear his decision on this.

Zach: This is the best lead we have. Also, holy shit witches exist! We have clearly entered in a world that is hidden underneath regular society.

Claire: If you think it’s best then I’ll let her know the decision.

Zach: 1 to 10 how hot is she?

Claire: Really? In this dire situation we are in, the first thing you wanna know is how hot she is?!

Zach: Yes… I can also bet you $100 that you have already fantasized about me fucking her.

Claire: *sigh*

Zach: :P

Claire: … she’s an 11… like, once you hear the accent, you are gonna jizz right in your pants.

Zach: Noted. Alright I need to get back to work, you did great today, very proud of you, my good girl!

With the text conversation ended, I was recovering from the pleasurable chill at Zach calling me a “good girl.”

“We’re in.” I told Sabrina.

Sabrina smiled, leaning over to get her face close to mine, “Well, Hun, we got a lot of work to do, and not much time to do it.”

~*~

Zach:

Words could not describe how relieved I was to know that there was someone who had any kind of knowledge on how to solve our problem.

In our messages, Claire told me about how Magnus would possess the current master of the Prismium in an effort to live on. I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t currently shitting myself with fear at the fact that I could have not only my body and taken from me, but that it would also trap all 7 of these women that I was just starting to care for.

I really hoped this Sabrina – I cannot believe Claire never saw Teenage Witch; I would have been rolling on the floor laughing at that – could help us. She seemed on the level with us, but I had already been burned by another mage, I don’t know if I could handle another one. Or I guess it ultimately wouldn’t matter, considering that if we do not solve this curse by the time of the next new moon, we are as good as fucked.

~*~

It had been a long day at work. Nora’s slave maid gem simultaneously made her great as the receptionist, but also terrible at acting like a normal person. On three separate occasions I had to stop Nora from groveling at a patients feet after she screwed up some paperwork. Nora didn’t know the meaning of just saying “sorry,” she had to fully bow down and “humble herself before her betters”, at least that’s what she said. Knowing that she gets off on that made me suspicious that she may in fact be making mistakes on purpose.

Carmen was a little easier to corral, she was still a PhD holding psychiatrist after all, albeit with some new distractions running through her head.

During our lunch break Carmen kept grinding her pussy against my thigh, saying she wouldn’t be able to function if she couldn’t silence her “slutty thoughts” as she called them.

For someone that was supposed to be submissive she was certainly demanding of me. Likely my fault since I was greatly distracted with this stupid curse, we find ourselves trapped in.

“Master, it is time for us to lock up for the day.” Nora said, peeking her head into Carmen’s office. I must have been so distracted that I hadn’t realized it was closing time… well that and the fact that Carmen was writhing on the floor, her hands tied with an electrical cord, she liked the powerlessness of it.

“Alright. Go make sure that all of the lights are off and we’ll be out there shortly.” I said to her, giving her a reassuring smile. Nora closed the door, once again leaving Carmen and I alone.

“S-sir, can I ask you something?” Carmen asked me.

“Sure thing, go ahead.” I responded.

“I-I know I'm not exactly myself right now, and maybe that’s why I can say this, but… so far you have been doing an excellent job around here. Nora is happier than I have seen in a long time, and while I know this is all new to me I-I… just want to say that whatever happens to all of us, it’s not your fault.” Carmen looked up at me, in a moment of lucidity from her slutty thoughts.

I sat there frozen, not responding to her at all. Even though I didn’t actively think about it, I realized that I really was feeling guilt deep down. If Carmen had not addressed it at the top, I likely would have festered with these feelings for the next two weeks… unable to properly focus on what needs to be done.

“Thank you, Carmen.” I smiled at her, “I’ll make sure your ass gets much punishment tonight.” Carmen’s eyes widened as she grinned until she realized that her reaction was a little embarrassing, turning back around I could hear light moans coming from her, likely getting off on the embarrassment.

~*~

We all came together at home. I got to meet Sabrina, and Claire honestly seemed like she wasn’t hyping her hotness enough. To top of her looks, she had such a smooth southern accent.

“Nice to finally make your acquaintance, Zach.” Sabrina smiled at me, stretching her hand out to shake mine, for her to only grab my hand and pull me into a tight hug, she deeply inhaled the scent off of my clothes.

“Uh… yeah, likewise. I don’t know where you’re from, but we don’t usually smell people as a greeting around here.” I told Sabrina, ignoring my polite protests.

Sabrina let go of me and studied my eyes for a moment, “I was getting a read on your aura. You are for sure super cursed.” She said that so matter-of-factly that I was a little peeved at her.

“Ok miss Sabrina the Teenage Witch, let’s skip all of the preamble and get to how the fuck we are going to solve this.” Letting a bit of my frustration out at her, I waited for her to start explaining.

“I love men who wanna take action.” Sabrina said, her voice low and sultry as she ran her fingernail along my chest in a figure eight. Turning around to address all of 8 of us, Sabrina took a steadying breath. “To just get straight to the point, Magnus – the man who sold the Prismium to Zach – is millennia’s old mage who has used the Prismium’s power to body hop from host to host. He takes over the bearer of the ring, then binds all seven of the harem to be his slaves, unable to resist him.

“While the Prismium will extend all of your lives and allow you to stay young and beautiful for much longer; you are still mortal. Magnus stretches his life out by siphoning the life force of the seven concubines. This is the reason he never has any of his previous harem when he passes of the collar and ring to a new owner.” Sabrina grimaced, looking me straight in the eyes, “To put it plainly, you are to be faced with 7 trials. In magic a spell or curse becomes magnitudes stronger when the mage puts a possible escape method into the spell. So magnus devised the 7 trials, one for each girl. For every trial you clear, that girls gem will return to normal and be able to be reabsorbed by the collar.

“These trials will correlate to what gem each girl has, and also to who they are and how strong your bond is with them.” Pointing over at Amanda, Sabrina continued, “Take Amanda for instance, she is stuck with the red love gem, which was in no way random, her trial pertains to who she is, and why she has that specific gem.

“If you wish to find a hint to each trial then you must focus on the curse within each girl, there you will find a clue, but no answers. You must clear all trials before sundown on the night of the new moon, which takes place 13 days after today.” Sabrina paused, expecting questions from the people around the room.

“So… are these trials physical or are they just dumb riddles?” Claire said off to my side, she was gently nudging Amanda into me, subtly trying to get Amanda and I to fuck in front of her.

“It’s hard to say, usually the trial will be to solve some sort of problem that is tied to said girl. That is the most I can offer; it is going to be up to all of you to figure out the steps necessary.” Sabrina answered, proceeding to point us in a direction.

“Well, if there is anyone we should start with, it should be Mom. She won’t be able to function outside of the house in her current state.” I acknowledged as I looked at my naked cat mom rubbing her cheek against my pants while purring.

“I agree, we need to figure out why she has this specific gem locked to her.” Claire spoke out.

“The petplay gem is usually attractive to those who need to destress and not worry about things going on in their life. I'm guessing the answer is likely related to that.” Sabrina said, offering a thoughtful look at Milfcat at my feet. “It’s entirely possible her trial might be easier than you think. Magnus did not tailor make these trials, he just stipulated that seven trials must be cleared. This can make some trials seem trivial, while others are near impossible.”

“Well, the first thing that comes to mind would be how her job stresses her out. Maybe something to do with her boss?” I thought out loud.

Over the next few hours, we discussed as a group how we could tackle each person’s trial. All the while Sabrina offered any kind of magical help she could spare. It was over dinner – which I invited Sabrina to stay and eat with us – that I asked Sabrina about her magical abilities.

“So, what does being born as a witch entail?” I asked.

“Well, as far as revealing magic to those who are not aware, before the Prismium enchanted all eight of you, I would not have been able to openly talk about anything pertaining to the world of magic.

“Witches are a dying breed; you can thank the witch trials for a good chunk of that. A lot of covens had to consolidate in order to maintain safety in numbers.” Sabrina explained, a wistful look in her eye. She met my gaze as her expression shifted to a toothy grin. “But I guess you don’t want a history lesson. You were asking what I could do as a witch, right?” Sabrina tilted her head, giving me a coy look as her silver-white hair fell over her shoulder.

“Um… y-yeah that’s what I was asking.” I replied, flustered at her effortless beauty.

“Well, magic is a fickle thing, in its natural state it does not wish to be controlled. So, it is the wielders responsibility to weave and structure magic into a spell.” As she explained magic, she moved her hands in the air, her fingers making intricate movements. As this went on, I started to see her fingers tracing glowing blue patterns in the air.

“This spell I am casting is called ‘Hidden Truth,’ when cast onto someone, for a limited time you can ask them questions in which they will be compelled to answer truthfully. They will even be honest about any kind of deep-down thoughts that are repressed in them, things of which they are not consciously aware.” Sabrina looked at me, then at all of the girls, her eyes landing back on mine. I realized she was asking me non-verbally who I wanted her to cast this on.

I looked over at Lara, wanting to get some answers from her. Once Sabrina knew who the target was, she pulled the glowing sigils into her enclosed palms, she then flicked a tiny bolt of blue light that hit Lara right in one of her giant bimbo tits. The light dispersed throughout her, but she did not seem to notice since she was taking selfies on her phone, making kissy faces and whatnot.

“Lara?” I yelled over to her, once she looked at me, I thought of something to ask. “Why are you friends with Claire?” She looked taken aback at my question.

Her face crinkled as she used the couple of braincells her bimbo brain had left to answer me. “Umm… I like, think it is a sort of found family thing, since my mommy and daddy have always been so distant with me.” Lara looked surprised at her own answer. “Like, what just happened?” she asked me.

Sabrina answered, “you are just speaking your truth, even the deep-down part of you.”

“Oh…” Lara’s eyes crossed a little bit, making it seem like steam would start shooting out of her ears, “Okie dokie!” Lara went right back to being empty headed.

“Lara, why do you think the bimbo gem was assigned to you?” I had to try and see if she might somehow know the answer, plus I wanted to take advantage of this situation while she would be able to respond somewhat coherently.

“So, like, my daddy is one of those money guys, he tells people what to do with their money, which makes them more money. And I would always say to my daddy ‘daddy I want to do what you do when I'm older’” she giggled as changed her voice. “and daddy was all like ‘you gotta be smart enough to do what I do, why don’t you go play with mommy since woman usually like that fashion stuff’, and since my mommy was a fashion designer, I guess daddy thought I would, like, want to do what she did,” Her face dropped into a mournful look, “I guess he just never took me serious because I was a girl.”

I felt bad for Lara, while also feeling angry at her father for not only not allowing Lara to do what she like, what fulfilled her, instead he just shut her down. Her father had this antiquated way of thinking about women, that a young Lara wouldn’t really be able to understand.

“What about your mommy?” I followed up.

“Well… she was around even less than daddy. Daddy said she was one of those jet girls that liked going places and would never stay one place for too long. She made clothing that super beautiful models would wear. I remember wanting to wear cute clothes like that, but well, mommy just said I wasn’t good at being creative so I kinda just did my own stuff at home, while my nanny watched me.”

I was feeling really bad for how empty her home life seemed, but her mention of a nanny peaked my interest.

“Who is this nanny?”

Lara’s eyes lit up as she bounced in her seat making her tits shake all over, “oh, oh, yeah, her name is Barabara, and she was super nice to me. She would take me to the park to feed all the little duckies.

“And one time, when I had gotten an A on a math test when I was in elementary school, she told me that she was proud of me, and she said I was super smart and should make sure to do good in school.” Once again, she shifted from excitement to sadness, “But well, when I was 12, mommy fired her, and I never saw her again. When I asked her why she just said that Barabara was a criminal that liked stealing children. I was like super-duper sad, because like I knew she would never do anything to hurt me, but mommy was so sure that she was actually a bad person so yeah, I guess that was that.” Once Lara finished saying that, I saw a light blue glowing mist dissipate off of her.

“That would be the end of the spell.” Sabrina said, drawing her lips into a line, clearly also uncomfortable with how awful Lara’s parents were.

The pieces were fitting together for me now. It seemed Lara wanted to not think about her family life, so she became an empty-headed bimbo. Also, I felt there was something strange about her nanny being fired all of the sudden, I would need to do some research on her family.

~*~

“So, as you saw, that’s how I can probably help you. I use magic in order for you to find their inner issues that even their conscious mind is unaware of. Hopefully, that will bring you as close to the finish line as possible for each trial.” Sabrina told me. Sabrina and I were standing outside in the front yard of my house. I offered to walk her out to her car as she went to leave for the night, but I also wanted to ask her some private questions.

“What do you think our odds are?” I asked.

“Of beating the curse?” I nodded, “hmm… it’s honestly hard to tell. The closer you get to the deadline, the easier it will be to guess, but I think even you knew that.” Sabrina gave me a half smirk.

“yeah,” I chuckled, “you know… one of the first things Claire messaged me about you was how hot she found you.” I grinned at Sabrina, as I enjoyed the thought of telling Claire that I told Sabrina about this. “She said you were one of the hottest girls she ever saw.” I laughed.

“Oh, is that right?” Sabrina chuckled back, “and would you say you agree with her assessment?” Sabrina’s smirk left me at a loss for words, as she had confidently flipped this onto me.

“W-well, yeah, obviously you are like, smokin hot.” I stammered. “I'm not blind.”

Sabrina let out a hearty giggle at my embarrassment, “Well thank you sugah, and if it helps, I think you and your whole group of girls are hot as fuck too. If you make it through this curse, I wouldn’t mind taking each of you for a ride.” Sabrina playfully grinned as she begun to back away towards her car. “See ya sugah!” She yelled over her shoulder as I waved at her.

She even has an amazing ass! How is it fair for a woman to be so effortlessly hot!

~*~

Walking back into the house a naked woman jumped at me, clinging to me for dear life. It took me a moment to realize it was my mom. She looked into my eyes while she pinned my shoulders to the ground. She was panting as her eyes conveyed a deep lust.

“Julia, bad kitty!” Stephanie yelled, spraying a squirt bottle at Mom, forcing her to recoil and crawl off of me. “Sorry about that, this has the most effective method of keeping her in line all day. Lara and she tried to fuck several times today, and I would have let them, but I thought it would be much hotter to deny them for a while.” Stephanie grinned at me, a sadistic gleam in her eye. Oh yeah, I forgot she was in domme mode.

“wait how did you get Lara to behave?” I asked Stephanie, surprised at how well she handled them.

“Oh, that’s simple, I drove the three of us to that sex store. I bought a chastity belt and a few collars, one of those being a collar that you could chain handcuffs to. I left Lara in those cuffs for most of the day until right before you got home.” She seemed genuinely proud of denying mom and Lara’s sexual gratification.

“How the fuck did you manage to drive them over to the sex store and back?” I asked her incredulously.

“Umm… with a car, duh!” Stephanie rolled her eyes at me. I looked at her, letting her know that isn’t what I meant. “Ok, fine, yeah, I put a leash and collar on both of them the moment I pulled them into the store. I made sure that Julia was covered with a blanket while we were outside, but inside the store I knew no one would give a shit if a hot cat-milf was crawling around the store naked.

“So yeah, can you just say, ‘thank you so much miss Stephanie for taking care of my mom and bimbo, you are clearly the superior concubine,’ and hurry it up, I wanna go take a shower and relax now that I don’t need to babysit those two anymore for the night.”

I gave her a non-plussed stare, “yeah, I'm not saying all of that, but thank you. Also, you can be a brat to the other girls, but if I catch you doing that with me in the future, I don’t care if you are in domme mode or not, I will spank your ass.”

Stephanie again rolled her eyes and turned around to head upstairs. I gave her a solid smack on the ass as she turned around, making her glower at me.

With Steph gone, I surveyed the area. Amanda, Claire, and Nora were doing dishes while also discussing what kind of dessert they should bake tonight. Carmen was on her laptop at the dinner table, finishing up some work.

Then there were the two troublemakers who spent all day sexually frustrated thanks to Stephanie.

Lara quickly pranced up to me, her voluptuous breasts bouncing all over. I was surprised she hadn’t knocked herself out yet from the exaggerated recoil of them.

“Um, sir so I was just thinking about your cock, and I was wondering if I could like suck, it for you and stuff, then maybe you can like bust all over my fat fucking titties?” Lara licked her lips as she swung her chest from side to side in an effort to excite. “Oh, and kitty also wants some cock too!” she nodded. Looking over at mom, she was also nodding rapidly, clearly way too horny.

“Wait can you communicate with her?” I asked Lara.

“Um, yeah, like it’s totally easy. She goes meow meow as I ask her questions and then she just nods her head yes or no.” she replied as if it was the smartest idea she ever had. I facepalmed at that, realizing she was just guessing with a simple yes or no game. “Watch…” Lara turned towards Julia, “Kitty, do you like, want sir to stick his yummy cock in your pussy?” Julia nodded vigorously at that. “See! I'm the kitty whisperer!” Lara waved her hands in my face as if she were doing a magic act – or mimicking what Sabrina did earlier.

Considering that I was feeling a little pent up after worrying about what we would do all day I decided that a little fun with these two would be great.

After letting the three girls know where I was taking Lara and Julia, I walked them upstairs into the master bedroom.

~*~

I didn’t really realize how good Lara was at hiding her horniness until we got into the bedroom and her switch flipped immediately. Compared to Julia, Lara was much more of a bubbly ditz. Julia was just dumb and very outwardly horny – maybe it just meant my mom was naughtier than she let on? – I had to constantly stop her from jilling off.

“Alright girls, how do we want to do this?” I asked them, closing the bedroom door.

“Meow” Julia said. It now on me that she wouldn’t be super communicative.

Lara was rubbing her pussy over her tight pink running shorts, “sir I have always wanted to try a kink out that I have never told anyone.” She was blushing as she said this, my curiosity piqued, I nodded for her to continue. “Well since I'm all bimbo-y now, I’ve always had this fantasy of having my intelligence taken away, and then Sir would make me do things to show how stupid I was…fuck, just thinking about that is getting me so wet.” Lara’s eyes were heavily lidded as she continued rubbing herself over her shorts.

I had never really heard of a fetish like this, but I was willing to indulge her fantasy, seemed like it would be fun.

“Ok then Lara, we’ll start with an easy one,” I rubbed my chin as I thought of a question for her, “Since you mentioned you wanted to get into finance like your father, I'm assuming that you are good at math?” I asked her.

“Oh yeah, that was like, my bestest class in school!” Lara hopped up and down in excitement, causing massive aftershocks all over her jiggly shortstack body.

“What’s 2 x 2?” I ask her quickly.

“You don’t gotta go that easy on me,” she giggled, only to then furrow her brow as she had to count on her fingers in order to get the answer, “it’s 4, see I know how smarty I am!”

“12 divided by 3?” I smirked, seeing her confidence drain from her face, replaced by intense thought.

“Ummmmmm, I-I, I know this… divide is the line thingy right?”

“That’s subtraction.” I said deadpan.

“Oh, uh…” she shut her eyes tight, trying to squeeze out every single point of IQ she had left. “9!” She shouted, believing she just had a eureka moment.

“I said divide, not subtraction. Wow you really have become so stupid you can’t do the simplest of math.” I was playing it by ear on what she would want to hear. Luckily, I guessed correctly because she let out a low moan, as she frigged her shorts deep into her cunt, I could see her pink shorts had a steadily growing wet spot on the crotch.

“I’m so sorry that I’ve become a big dumby, my head is just so full of thoughts of your cock that there just isn’t any room for other things.” Once she finished talking, she pulled her shorts off in one quick pull, showing she did not wear panties today. She tried to lift her tight crop top over her head, but she got stuck with her arms trapped above her head.

“Oh my god, you can’t even undress yourself!” I laughed at her. She let out another low frustrated moan as I saw some of her fuck honey drool down from her puffy pussy lips.

I pushed he slightly making her fall over on the bed, still unable to see or move her arms due to the crop top.

“Oh, sir, I'm so fucking wet, I wish I could see your super awesome cock!” Lara writhed on the bed, her thighs rubbing together in order to stimulate herself without her hands.

Looking over at the transfixed Julia, I commanded her, “Get up there and pull her shirt off, then I want you to sit on her face and make her eat you out.” Julia blushed mightily, as she quickly scampered up onto the bed. Curiously, she did not use her hands to remove the shirt, opting to instead use her teeth. Once the crop top was pulled off Julia took a refreshing breath of air, only to then have her mouth covered by a pussy – this joke wrote itself – her mumbles and moans were muffled by Julia’s grinding against her face.

Julia was facing me, as I took out my cock and lined it up to Lara’s sopping pussy. Julia leaned down and started sucking my cock, either trying to lube me up, or just trying to have her cake and eat it too. I was growing impatient with her, so I grabbed her hair and pulled her off of me. She let out a disappointed mewl, watching as I lined up once more and plunged all the way to the base into Lara’s pussy.

Now, seeing how Lara made it her job to pretend to be a dumb vapid bitch in real life, the idea that she would get off on having a reduced intellect made sense, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t like the idea of gradually reducing someone’s IQ until they were nothing but a mewling bubbly ditz.

My reverie was broken as Lara’s pussy started to clamp down on me. It seemed that her pussy was on a hair trigger, her wails and moans muffled by Julia’s drenched pussy grinding against her face.

“Damn Lara, I didn’t know you were that much of a dumb slut!” I jeered, chuckling at her wanton moans. “I bet if you wanted, you wish you were this dumb all the time. So horny, with no thoughts in your head, the only concern of yours being to satisfy me first then the throbbing from your pussy.

“I bet all of the girls are just gonna love telling you what to do, all the while they will use your body as their bimbo fucktoy!” I yelled out as her pussy once again began to squeeze down on my cock like a vice. I had a few moments of doubt, thinking that I might be pushing her a little much, but if the sounds of her moans and the constant orgasms were anything to go by, she was probably loving this.

“Meooow!” Julia called for my attention. Her flushed face was twisted into a mask of intense need, while she was enjoying Lara’s attention to her clit, she was very much making it known that she wanted my cock in her really bad.

Wanting to sate her for a little longer I pulled her in for an intense kiss. I startled a bit at how invasive her tongue was. It felt like she was trying to get every drop of pleasure from our union, she was ravenous, suitably a little animalistic as well. Just like Lara was when she was a catgirl, Julia was very much in heat and was becoming unable to control herself.

Julia lifted her pussy off of Lara’s face. She was trying get closer to me. I had to stop for a moment – still being buried all the way to the hilt in Lara – in order to get Julia under control. She was mewling in my ear, her pussy grinding against me. She was rutting like an animal at the scent of her master’s cock.

“Sir, I have already cum very much, so if you want to punish the kitty’s kitty then go for it!” Lara said with cumdrunk enthusiasm, her face plastered in girlcum.

She gave me a dopey smile and a thumbs up. With that I pulled out of Lara, and flipped Julia onto her back, a startled meow slipping from her lips.

Not wanting to wait another second I skipped any kind of preamble and thrust into her in one go. Julia released yowling moans, likely loud enough so that the whole neighborhood could hear it. Since she was so on edge after being denied all day she came like a supernova, her sex was white hot with pleasure.

I leaned onto her with my weight, pressing her down into the bed. With her mostly immobile, I began pumping in and out, realizing that I could utilize my new levels of strength I fucked her harder than I have fucked any of the other girls. The collision of our bodies emitted slapping noises which echoed off of the bedroom walls.

Getting close to my own orgasm I looked into Julia’s eyes. Which turned out to be somewhat of waste since she was half conscious, her mouth drooling as her eyelids fluttered. She was gargling out unintelligible moans, somewhat afraid she would choke on her own saliva, I turned her head to the side so the drool wouldn’t pool in the back of her throat.

Before I had even realized it, my own orgasm was mere seconds away. Right as I reached that peak, I plunged into her and came deep into her pussy.

Everything flashed white, the pleasure blinding me…until it faded rapidly, the bright light replaced by inky blackness. Looking around, still naked, but no one else was with me. I was kneeling in a shallow pool of pitch-black water. Every movement I made let ripples travel off into the vast darkness.

I heard a growling noise right next to my ear. Looking around me there was still no one, the source of the growling went from just in my right ear to being all around me, until eventually the sound coalesced into a voice.

“Mmmm… I cannot wait to feel that milf’s pussy around my new cock.” The voice was deep and gravelly, yet familiar. “That’s right Zach, I'm still mucking about, waiting for you to fail.” He chuckled, the sound reverberating through my body, making the black water vibrate and pulse with the sound waves. “Just because that little cunt of a witch told you about me and the curse, does not mean you can stop it. If you think I'm just going to allow you to attempt and complete these trials, then you are sadly mistaken.

“I have my own agent keeping an eye on you. And let’s say that they may or may not have access to your girls at any moment. You see… I don’t mind if a few of them are cut out of the equation, I just need YOU!” His final word boomed like a crack in the sound barrier. I could feel blood dripping from my eyes and ears as I screamed into the cacophonous pressure coming from Magnus’ voice.

“Zach are you okay! Wake up Zach!” a woman’s voice called out to me. My eyes creaked open, seeing the silhouette of a woman with long hair looking down at me. Before I could register who, it was, I felt drops of liquid hit my face. Startled, my vision quickly cleared. Claire had my head in her lap, her eyes red with tears. Her shoulders shook as the fear drained out of her as she locked eyes with me. “I-I thought w-we lost you!” Claire blinked the tears out of her eyes. “Lara said you just started screaming. You f-fell off o-of the bed and were holding your head as if you were in pain. By the time I came up here you had just stopped, but when I saw you laying on the floor, blood coming from your ears… I just…I-I thought I lost the love of my life.”

This time my own sight became bleary with tears as I noticed that all of the girls were huddled around me, their eyes full of tears. Stephanie was not crying, but she looked pissed off for some reason. Amanda offered her tits as pillow for my head, saying she wanted to be useful to me in any way possible.

“Thank you, girls, … I-I think I'm ok for the time being. But…it was Magnus, he…he threatened to take your lives in order to stop me from completing these trials.”

Other than the sounds of sniffling noses, all conversation halted. We remained huddled around each other for a while before Claire finally spoke.

“If he thinks he can scare us then he is mistaken, because we will beat this, Zach! I know that telling you not to worry about us does nothing to calm you, but we are all adults, and more than anything we are your concubines,” Claire looked in the eyes of all of the girls huddled together, sharing a look, “and we all love you.”

My eyes widened as I looked at each one of them as they nodded their heads in agreement. Sitting up I finally responded, “I love every one of you, and I plan on loving you all for a very, very long time.”

All of the women smiled at me as we came together in a tight, warm hug. Starting tomorrow, it was time to kick Magnus’ souls ass back down to hell where he belonged.

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Thanks for reading this chapter. Between being busy with life and going through ebbs and flows of motivation, this took me a bit to write into a state with which I was at least somewhat satisfied. There will likely still be some errors here and there. Once I'm finished with this series I wouldn’t mind going through and revising the whole thing, then make it into a book. I never thought I would write over 90k words for anything really, but comments and critiques from everyone really helps me keep trying to improve my writing skills.

Look out for a little side story which may have a certain goth witch in it. :)