Chapter 13

Author’s Note: Sorry for the long wait, especially with these chapters being shorter than my previous ones. But my plan was for each of these trial chapters to be contained to each trial. Around Thanksgiving time, I should have a lot more time to write so hopefully I can get a few chapters done during that time.

Oh, and this chapter is gonna build towards its sexual climax in its third act. I'm thinking each of the trial chapters will have a similar format.

Thank you for reading my story and look forward to some more coming from me in the future. Which may include something for the winter contest. Do comment and let me know if there is anything you all would like to see for that.

Zach:

I found myself awake at the crack of dawn, covered in a pile of naked women. Under more normal circumstances I would be counting my blessings, but this was not a time for rest. Every moment would need to count.

That morning, I told Carmen and Nora to head to the office and do their jobs as normal, for obvious reasons I was going to be full-time solving these trials.

“Master, I feel that it would be much more acceptable if I came with you.” Nora said, bowing with a deep reverence.

“Nora, until it is your time, I need you to keep up appearances. I know I'm asking a lot of you, but I need you, Stephanie, and Claire to hold this house together.” I placed my hand on her cheek, reassuring her that I would be ok.

“So, who are we starting off with?” Stephanie burst into the conversation, keeping us on track.

“Well, I'm thinking Julia, since she will be the most noticeable change. Her boss is a real piece of shit, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he threatened her job over using her accrued sick time.” Saying that I felt I needed to contemplate what her trial may be. “Why do you think she was given the petplay gem?” I asked this to the room, looking at each girl as if they were deep in thought.

Except for Julia, my mom. She sat on the floor, giving herself a tongue bath. All of the girls seemed concerned, pensive even. Lara was even rubbing together her two remaining brain cells in an attempt to find a solution.

I noted this as odd. As far as I knew the petplay gem didn’t literally give them the brain of an animal, it just gave them animal-like instincts and rendered them unable to talk. Julia looked carefree though, almost as if she was intentionally trying to avoid my attention.

“when was the last time mom took a day off before I came back home?” I asked Claire.

“Hmm… well if I recall, she even went to work when she ran a fever, so I don’t honestly know if she ever took a day off. She would always say she would feel far too guilty leaving her coworkers to do her share of the work.”

It hit me right then. “You said she felt guilty?” I reconfirmed.

“Uh, yeah, you know how much of a workaholic she is.” Claire’s eyebrows rose in confusion.

“So, answer me this. What if she was put into a position where it would be impossible to feel guilty? What if she were… say magically made into a cat-woman? Do you think she would like the ability to shed her burdens, and just live.” Finishing the sentence, I looked at Julia, only to see her giving me a concerned look.

“What do you have to s-.” I was interrupted as someone’s phone started going off. Looking around the kitchen island, I spotted my mom’s phone, the screen saying the name “Boss”.

I answered the call, and before I could get a word in, the rageful sounds of an unhappy man assaulted my ears.

“Julia! Where the fuck are you?! I swear to god if you don’t come in today, I'm gonna come to your house and reprimand you right in front of your kids!” The man’s voice had a nasal quality to it that just made me think he was probably the president of the math club when he was in school.

“Hello Mr.—” I trailed off as I realized I didn’t even know his name. I heard a surprised sigh on the other end before he responded.

“Mr. Norvac, and may I ask who this is?” The man answered in a tone that was much more controlled, but clearly still angry.

“This is her son, Zach. She isn’t coming in today.” I told Mr. Novac matter-of-factly.

“Oh, so now she is having her children answer her phone for her? Young man you put her on the phone right now!” Novac’s voice cracked a little at the end, making me smirk as I imagined this man to look like that boss character from The Incredibles.

“She isn’t feeling good, sir. But if you want to come down here and see for yourself, then you are more than welcome too.” I waited for his response.

“Fine, I’ll be over in a few hours. I need to see this to believe she is actually this sick.” Mr. Novac hung up right there, giving himself the last word, as I'm sure was his trademark.

“Alright, Nora and Carmen, you two head to work, I’ll keep you updated. Amanda, Claire, Lara, and Stephanie, I'm going to need your help with confronting Mom’s boss. I get the feeling that her trial has something to do with him, and mom’s overall workaholic tendencies.”

At that, we all stood up from the dinner table, and proceeded with our mornings.

Claire:

All morning, I had this compulsion to coerce Amanda and Lara into going down on each other. This voyeur gem was really clouding my decision making. Zach planned to goad Mom’s boss into coming over here and seeing her. He wanted the shock of what was happening to mom to somehow kickstart some sort of dialogue.

From what I could remember of Mr. Novac, or at least what I have heard of him from mom, he has always been an asshole, but she had mentioned offhandedly that he seemed to have gotten more mean as of late. I told Zach about this while we were brainstorming ideas that morning. We both agreed that it was quite a coincidence that her boss all of the sudden got so much meaner right after Zach finally moved back home, or at least when the Prismium was activated.

“Do you think Magnus’ curse is affecting Mr. Novac in some way?” I asked Zach.

“Hmm… it certainly is possible. Are you sure you hear mom correctly when she talked about him being crueler ever since I came back home?” Zach looked in my eyes.

I couldn’t help but imagine him looking into my eyes as he took Amanda from behind, her body bent over as she was relentlessly fucked while eating my pussy at the same time. Seeing that even though Zach was fucking her, he only had eyes for me. Amanda was just his little cumslut, I was the real prize. I wouldn’t let anyone one of them rise above me! I would stay the head concubine. I would drink of their pleasure as they supplicate to my master, myself at his side, taking his cock into my mouth because he knows that I am his one and only, the other whores were just that, Whores!

“Claire!” Zach yelled, snapping his fingers in my face. I started out of my daydream – or maybe a daymare – the darkness at the periphery of my vision receded as the world around me came back into focus. I didn’t even know how long I had been standing there. Where had those thoughts came from? It started out as a voyeuristic fantasy, which I could understand, but this was something much darker.

“S-sorry, I must have spaced out for a second there.” I finally stuttered out as he watched my face silently.

“Are you okay? You didn’t just space out… you, you had this smile on your face, it seemed dark.” Zach grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb against the back in an effort to comfort me.

“I-I think I'm ok, I think the green gem just pulled me into a voyeur fantasy or something, no biggie.” I gave him a reassuring smile, while simultaneously wondering why I didn’t just tell him the truth. Even though I was puzzled by this, we had to move on to setting up our plan for when Mr. Novac got here.

~*~

It was hours later when we heard the doorbell chime. I looked over at Zach, nodding as I got up to answer the door.

“Mr. Novac, it’s good to see you!” I gave the creep a hopefully convincing smile. “It’s so sweet of you to come and check on our sick mother.” I led him in to the living room where Mom and Zach sat on the couch.

Julia was wrapped in a blanket, her ears hidden under its makeshift hood. She was clearly uncomfortable, considering that cats did not like being smothered and restrained. Zach looked at Mr. Novac as emotionlessly as he could, his arm around Julia to keep her calm and still.

As soon as the balding creep of a man came close enough, Julia hissed at him and attempted to back away, only to end up further pressed into the couch.

I wouldn’t blame her. The man seemed to be in his mid-fifties, wrinkles set deep in his face, making him look like a gnarled tree trunk. His mostly bald head with wispy grey hair really did him no favors for helping his image. The man was short and very much overweight, the jowls drooping down causing him to look like a personified melting candle. All in all, the man exuded a foul aura, one that I couldn’t remember him having before. He seemed so… rotten, as if he sweated out sewage waste.

I shivered in disgust at the very thought of his appearance. I hoped that Zach could get this done quickly so that we could get Novac the fuck out of here.

“Heh,” The disgusting goblin chuckled, “Your mom seems fine to me, certainly not sick enough to be missing multiple days of work.” He breathed in a raspy wet breath, the very sound making me want to puke.

“Mr. Novac, it’s nice to finally meet you.” Zach said amicably, “It’s also nice that this will be the last time as well.” He maintained his friendly smile as he watched Novac’s reaction.

“What the hell are you talking about kid?” Novac slurred out his words as if the very vowels and consonants were trying desperately to leave his mouth. “Certainly, you don’t mean to tell me that she is quitting, because that would be a huge problem.”

“I am aware of how important she is to your business, but I'm thinking it’s best to move our separate ways.” Zach kept up the friendly façade, egging him on.

“Well why is she having you say this when she is right here?” Novac spat out, pointing a grubby finger at Julia, who once again hissed at him.

“She lost her voice due to the sickness, so I'm filling in for her.” Zach’s expression finally changed to that of an impassive wall, steadfast in its decisions. “So, I'm telling you for her, that she quits… effective immediately.” Zach let that hang in the air for a few moments before he went on, “If you could send over any relevant paperwork needed for her to formerly break from your company then that would be much appreciated.”

Novac stood there, watching Zach emotionlessly. “That bitch ain’t going nowhere!” Novac barked out, but his voice sounded deeper, like the deep rumble of a lion stalking its prey.

Novac’s pupils expanded until both eyes were completely black. The aura he exuded before got significantly stronger; the stench alone made me want to puke.

“Hmm… Magnus did warn me that you would try to take her from me, but you see…” Novac paused talking a deep breath in through his nose, “That bitch mom of yours is mine. She was promised to me once Magnus took you over.” The corners of his mouth pulled up, twisting into a demonic version of the cheshire cat. His teeth were like black thorns, dripping with ichor.

“Where are my manners, the name is Zagan. You may have heard of my name if you did any reading into Solomon’s writings. But it matters not, I don’t know what the plan was here, but you have allowed me into your home, where I can now claim my prize.” Zagan inched towards Julia.

Julia threw off the blanket and crawled up onto the back of the chair. Her naked body was on full display for the demon man thing standing in our living room.

“Mmmm… look at those juicy tits on her! I could just gobble them up. I have waited long enough she is coming with me!” Zagan yelled out as he reached out to grab at Julia’s collar.

Having prepared for an altercation, Zach stood up quickly and grabbed the demon’s wrist with a vice-like grip. “Don’t. You. Fucking. Touch. Her.” Zach clenched his jaw as he towered over the short blob of a man. I knew that Zach’s body had been changing, but to see it finally in action… I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little moist.

“I propose a deal.” Zach said calmly, still gripping Zagan’s wrist tightly.

“What do you have that I would want? I must remind you that your mother is already mine, and everything you have will eventually belong to Magnus. So, tell me of your deal.” Zagan grinned again, showing off his thornlike teeth.

Finally, my time to speak came up. “Zagan, what we offer you… is your freedom.” I grinned at him as the cogs in his head began turning. He began to look around, until finally he looked towards the ceiling, seeing the demon trap circle scrawled up there.

Zagan’s eyes widened, “How the hell did you little shits learn to trap demons? Magnus told us that you had no previous magical experience.”

“That’s because they weren’t the ones who made it.” Came a feminine voice from the top of the stairs, “Yall demons are always so full of yourselves, you never stop underestimating us humans.” The southern accent made butterflies in my stomach as I saw Sabrina slowly make her way down the steps.

“A Witch!?” Zagan snarled, “where the hell have you been hiding sweety? Magnus made no mention of you.” A forked tongue came out and licked his lips.

“That’s because I have gotten very good at hiding from magical means of detection.” Sabrina chuckled as she looked down her nose at the demon. She looked at him with pure contempt, as she pulled out a hand mirror with the non-reflective side facing the demon. “Surely you know what this is for, so I suggest you listen to Zach’s deal.” Sabrina gave Zach a wink, signaling him to speak.

“So, here is the deal. For your freedom, you tell me how to break the curse.” Zach said simply.

Zagan began cackling, “If only it were so easy, but I'm sure I can give you a hint and one shot at solving. In return, if you fail then you shall let me go… and, your mother will be coming with me.”

I looked over at Zach and gave him a nod, letting him know that I would back him up.

“Deal.” Zach let go of the demon’s hand. “Now tell me this hint.”

Zagan rubbed at the bright red mark around his wrist as he cackled quietly to himself. “You must tell her the words she has always wanted to hear from you.” Zagan pointed between Zach and I. “Remember you only get one real guess, if you fail then the pact shall release me from this demon trap.” Zagan wheezed out a long and wet laugh.

I walked next to Zach and spoke into his ear, “What do you think she has always wanted us to say to her?”

“It must be something to do with her craving to give up responsibility and be taken care of.” Zach said as he pondered the possible answer.

I looked at mom, still sitting on the back of the couch, a scared look in her eyes. I thought back to childhood.

~ Mom was always working; from a young age I was always being watched by my brother. When mom finally got home from work, she would do what she could, but she only had so much bandwidth to deal with to kids at the end of a long workday.

When I was very little, I didn’t understand this. I thought that our mother possibly didn’t like me for whatever reason. Getting a little older I had asked Zach why we didn’t have a dad like the other girls at my school. So, he told me the truth. I could tell that he didn’t really like how I was learning about this, so he made sure to comfort me and ask if I was ok.

After that, for a while at least, I thought my mom hated me for being the reason our dad left. I felt so guilty, so ashamed.

There was one time when I was 11 where I ran away from home, the idea being that they would be better off without me.

I didn’t get far, Zach found me at our local park, hiding in the castle-like play place. When he brought me home, he didn’t say anything, and mom wasn’t even home. Zach told me that he wouldn’t tell mom about this if that was what I wanted.

At that very moment I had the thought “Would she care if she knew? Would she be angry or sad? Would she hate me more than she already does?”

Years later I distanced myself from her. Thinking that she would be happier if I stayed out of her periphery. It was during that time when Zach left for college, and I suddenly was the only focus of her attention at home.

“Too little, Too late” I thought, not for her, but for me to try and fix our relationship.

I was a piece of shit towards her. And it wasn’t really until Zach came back that my whole paradigm shifted. How could I have been so stupid, if I had only communicated with her, then maybe we could have done something about this. But I let it fester, a misunderstanding that my child mind made up, sprouting into a resentment for the false belief that she thought I was the reason her life was shit.

I’m so happy that I was wrong. I only wish I directed my ire purely in the direction of our absentee father, rather than the woman who gave birth to me and did her best to ensure I had a home. I always wonder why we as people allow miscommunication to go on so long; damaging our relationships over time.

But now that I was motivated to mend our relationship, along with the five other gorgeous women who would become our new family. ~

~*~

I felt I knew what she needed to hear so I leaned over and confirmed with my brother.

As it turned out, he arrived at a very similar realization. All we needed to do was think of how to put this into the words she needed to hear.

Finally deciding on our answer, I walked up to our mother and grabbed her hand, stroking it gently with my thumb as I said what would probably be the most heartfelt words, I ever had spoken to her.

“I’m so proud that your my mother, Zach and I want you to know that it’s our turn to take care of you now.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she began to sob uncontrollably. I cradled her head against my chest, telling her it would be alright. Zach rubbed her back, and as he did the yellow magical energy left our mom’s body and rejoined the row of gems on the Prismium.

Now no longer a cat she spoke to us, “I love y-you two so much! A-and I would do it all over again if it meant I could still have you in my l-life.” Her words poured out as she tried to speak without stumbling over her words.

“NO!” Zagan yelled out, the pressure in the room pressed down on us, as if the gravity was suddenly turned up. “You cannot do this! That bitch is mine! I was promised my reward, and I will take it!”

Zagan radiated heat at an alarming rate. I broke out in a sweat immediately while noticing that even Sabrina from across the room was being affected.

“Sabrina! Do it now!” I shouted at her.

Zagan spun around to look at Sabrina as he focused the heat only onto her. Sabrina sank to her knees as she began to succumb to heatstroke. I dashed towards her as the mirror slipped from her hands. I dove for the mirror, hoping I would make it in time.

The heat made my vision go white; the delirium fogging my mind. I thought I had died, maybe I had. If so, then at least I told my mom how I felt.

I felt a warm embrace around my body, as though I was cradled in the arms of angels. But it wasn’t my time. I heard shouts echoing from far beyond my perception.

“Claire!” It sounded like Zach and maybe Mom was there as well. “Wake up! Mommy needs you, sweety!”

I jolted awake from the warm void to find I was laying on the ground with my hands wrapped tightly around the handle of the mirror, but on my hands were both Zach’s and our Mom’s. The three of us held the mirror up to the demon as we weathered the hot pressure wave blasting at us.

As Sabrina had explained it when we met up earlier, Demons – especially those summoned from Solomon’s lesser key – were not keen on having their likeness captured. She told us she placed a counter seal on the mirror but wouldn’t be able to activate it until the demon revealed its name, which she didn’t doubt he would since he assumed – correctly – that none of us knew about demonic ritual magic. So, Sabrina would wait and prep the mirror and would reveal herself once the demon realized he was trapped.

What we did not account for was the raw strength of the demon. We needed the three of us just to withstand the demon’s assault.

Dark tendrils of smoke poured out of the man’s eyes, mouth, nose, and ears; being pulled into the mirror as it was returned back to whatever hellscape it came from.

When the smoke quite literally cleared the mirror shattered as its usefulness was used up. The once possessed man rag dolled to the ground unconscious.

I looked at my mom as she gave me a sly smirk. Her hair was matted to her forehead from all of the sweat. I grabbed her head and placed my lips on hers. She was surprised at first but quickly melted into my embrace. Before we could get too heated Zach cleared his throat.

“I hate to interrupt family fun time, but Sabrina is still passed out so I'm thinking we should let her rest on the couch.” We both agreed as we lifted the limp Sabrina onto the couch. Also, I may or may not have gotten a feel of that delicious ass of hers, but I'm sure she wouldn’t mind.

“Girls! The coast is clear you can come down now!” I yelled up the stairs.

As if a stampeded broke out upstairs, multiple footsteps scrambled down the stairs. I admired the severe jiggle and bounce that Lara’s body offered my eyes. Then Stephanie who smirked as though she wanted to say, “told you it would be alright.”

Then came Amanda, dressed in a blue trad-wife type of dress as she ran over to me and crushed my face deep into her tits.

“Oh, my little Claire Bear I was so worried! You aren’t hurt, are you?” Amanda examined my face and body, only finding the slight tan I got from being lightly cooked by that demon. Even though I reassured her that I was fine she still smothered me into her chest, really putting that red love gem through its paces.

~*~

Zach:

A few hours later Sabrina finally woke up. She was still exhausted from that heat wave attack that Zagan aimed at her, so I told her to drink plenty of water, eat some food, and rest on the couch. I told her she could stay the night tonight and leave in the morning if that’s what she wanted.

The other girls all agreed that they would sleep on the floor next to the bed. They had said they wanted Claire, Julia, and I to have some family bonding that night. They said they would “Watch and fuck each other as they imagined it was them taking my dick.”

Seeing as they wouldn’t take no for an answer, that’s exactly what we did.

“If it’s alright, I would like to watch for a bit while you fuck her.” Claire said to us as we sat in bed.

“Why don’t you wanna join, Claire?” Julia asked her daughter.

“I still have that green gem effecting me, so I just think it would be hotter if I got myself off while you two went at it.” Claire explained plainly, already running her fingers over her panty-covered vulva.

Not wanting to argue the point any further I reached my arms around Julia, embracing her from behind. She was only wearing a large pajama t-shirt, so I could see her hardening nipples poking through the fabric as I tightened the fabric around her chest.

“Zach, oh honey, I can’t wait any longer! I need you inside of me right now.” Julia said, her breathing became more ragged and aroused.

I felt like teasing her a bit, so I commanded her, “show your daughter what a naughty mommy you are. Use your fingers to fuck yourself. Tell Claire how much you love her; how much you need her.” I whispered this into her ear, my tone brooking no argument.

Julia lifted her shirt showing off her already swollen outer lips, dripping with her sweet nectar.

“Claire, p-please watch mommy finger her pussy. I-I want you to see how much I love you.” Julia’s words stuttered and hitched as she began to circle her clit with her fingers. “Oh, Claire, mommy’s pussy feels so good.”

I reached down to the shirt’s hem and pulled it off of her, exposing her voluptuously thick body. If I didn’t know better it almost appeared that her breasts where perkier than before, and her skin overall had a healthy glow to it. I thought that it could be linked to her source of stress being gone now, but it also could be the subtle magic’s of the Prismium.

“Claire, what do you want our mommy to do?” I asked her as I watched her fingers plunge deeply into her pussy, her panties being shoved to the side hastily.

“I-I want her…” Claire gasped as she fought of a shudder, “R-reverse cowgirl, I want to look into her eyes as she bounces on your dick.” Claire’s eyes lidded with lust, the sounds of her sopping wet pussy echoed throughout the room.

My focus was pulled away for a second when I remembered that the other girls were all on the floor writhing in a pile of tits and asses; a fuckpile if you will. Carmen was being eaten out by Nora, her own adopted daughter. Stephanie was spanking Bimbo Lara’s big ass, making her let out cute yelps of pain and pleasure. Then Amanda was right next to the bed, kneeling, watching us rapturously. Due to her height her tits rested on the edge of the bed as she likely was masturbating while watching us joyfully.

Giving Amanda a wink that made her moan out from sheer joy, I returned my attention to the now ready and raring to go pussy that was lining itself up over my cock.

“Zach…” Julia breathed hard, “mommy needs your big cock in her naughty cunt right now mister.” She moaned as she rubbed my tip against her folds and clit. “If you don’t fuck me right now mister, then you're grounded for a whole month!”

Chuckling at her attempt to appear motherly, I grabbed her hips and pulled her down all the way onto my cock. As I felt myself bottom out inside of her, her pussy spasmed a little at the suddenness of my entrance. Looking over Julia’s shoulder I saw now that Amanda moved to the end of the bed, her face buried in Claire’s pussy, licking and slurping at her juices. Seeing Claire use Amanda as a masturbatory relief while she had her attention 100% on us really turned me on.

I started bucking my hips up with my newfound levels of strength. Julia yelped with glee as I catapulted her up and down on my cock as if she were weightless. Watching her big ass clap against my lap, I reached with one hand and begun to grope her assmeat.

“God Julia, your ass feels like heaven.” I complimented her but realized that she was lost in the pleasure of the moment, her eyes fixed on Claire’s and the feelings of me filling her up.

I tirelessly kept going on with my simulated bull ride for Julia, making her feel like a real cowgirl.

“Oh, oh, Z-Zach, momma is gonna cum soon! If-if you keep hitting me that way, grinding your cock head against my g-spot, I'm gonna squirt all over your sisters face!” Julia’s voice became more frantic as she rode me faster than before.

Claire’s eyes widened as she processed what Julia just said.

Claire moaned wantonly, stretching her body so that her face could be closer to her mom’s pussy. She appeared mesmerized by the constant in an out motion of our conjoined sexes.

“Fuck, fuck, f-fuck! M-mommy’s cumming baby girl, t-take my squirt, drink your momma, baby!” Julia screamed at as I felt her pussy crush my dick as though it became as dense as a white dwarf star. That alone sent me over the edge as well.

As I came inside of her she began releasing large quantities of squirt all over Claire’s face and in her open mouth. Claire herself appeared to have been pushed over the edge, being that she was soaked from the front and back as Amanda begun her final assault on Claire’s needy sex.

Claire’s eyes rolled up into her head, as the choking sounds of her held breath betrayed her earth-shattering orgasm. Amanda pulled her face back showing how enthralled her eyes were, as her face and tits were covered in Claire’s fuckhoney.

Claire flopped onto her belly as she finally released that held orgasmic breath. While Julia laid back into me, her head cradled in the crook of my neck.

Looking around I saw all of my girls were out cold. I planned to do this as well, but I felt as though I needed to watch over them. Looking at Lara’s altered form, her huge pillowy tits, along with her giant bimbo ass. “I think it’s your turn next to get you back to yourself.”

I tucked in Julia and Claire around me, as Amanda slipped in to be Claire’s big spoon. Amanda looked at me with a smile.

“Thank you for taking care of us, Zach.” The loving Amanda whispered to me, “I know we’ll be able to beat this, then we can live our lives as freely as we choose.” Smiling she closed her eyes and nuzzled herself into Claire’s head, falling asleep.

I stared at the ceiling, waiting too for the darkness of sleep to claim me. The sudden memory of being trapped in that dark place, weathering Magnus’ scream as my brain felt as though it was oozing out of my head.

I jolted from my half asleep nightmare. I looked over to my mom and saw her looking at me with worry.

“I’m okay, just some bad memories.” I told her.

She only nodded and sighed, as she nuzzled her face into my neck and rubbed my chest, comforting me. Feeling her soft touch, I finally allowed sleep to claim me.