This chapter took a while for me to write. While I am mostly fine with the directions things are going, I do want to make sure that I'm able to keep things going smoothly as we get closer to the finale. For those who have asked “Why end the series?” I will at least say that this series will end, but that doesn’t mean further stories wont come out that may or may not have these characters. I'm hoping to expand on The Mommy’s Curse, which I wrote for the Halloween contest after I'm done with this series. There are also a lot more niche kinks I would like to write stories about that I'm sure not everyone who likes reading my stuff will enjoy, but alas that’s how it goes when you write stories. I still can’t believe I have written a novel length erotic story. When this series is done, I would like to go over it again and fix up the earlier chapters, do some much-needed editing, and maybe publish it as a fully complete novel. It would be different than these chapters online, consider them the beta version, but that doesn’t mean these are the lesser versions, or the incomplete versions. There will just need to be a higher level of quality if I ever do get around to actually publishing my first ever erotic novel.

As Always thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy, and I’ll so you all in the new year.

Chapter 15

C/W: Abusive relationships, drug abuse

Claire:

That morning, I woke up in a stupor. Zach was making good headway on completing the Prismium’s trials. I was happy that he was completing said trials, but there was also something wrong about how I was feeling. Sometimes I would dream of becoming the Mistress of the harem, making all of the other girls bow to me. I would look over and see Zach sitting upon a throne of polished, glossy obsidian. There was something wrong with the look in his eyes, like he was Zach, but he wasn’t at the same time.

At first I believed these thoughts to be caused by the green gem; making me horny for Zach taking other women in front of me, but I was starting to feel as if something sinister was encroaching on my mind.

No matter how many times I wanted to tell Zach about what I was experiencing, I would suddenly find that my voice wouldn’t come out. It had to be Magnus’ doing, how else could I explain these dark thoughts.

I would need to find a way around this limitation, a note maybe? Perhaps I would be able to communicate with one of the other girls and have them pass on the message.

I started as the bed moved a bit. Looking behind me, Zach was sitting up, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

“What are you doing up so early, Claire?” He said, his morning voice making my loins moisten.

“Oh… I was just, you know… thinking about stuff?” I replied, frustrated at myself for being unable to communicate what I was really thinking about.

“Well, I won’t push you to talk about something unless it pertains to our current predicament.” Zach rubbed my back, soothing me rather successfully.

“Yeah, I'm fine no worries,” I reassured him then switched topics, “So, who’s trial are you going to do next?” I looked at his hazel eyes, trying to read what he was thinking about.

“How has Amanda been?” He asked me.

“Well, she has been great, but it’s hard to tell with the red gem affecting her. I’m thinking that might be why she got it, her home life is shit, and the love gem is allowing her to avoid the problem by paying attention to other people’s wants and needs.”

“Wow, are you sure you’re not the one studying psychology?” He grinned wryly.

“It helps when I have a smart and sexy big brother.” I purred back at him as I crawled over to him and mounted myself right over his lap. Looking into his eyes, I felt safe in them. These moments were the most at peace I think I had ever felt.

Zach leaned forward and captured my lips with his own. This was a much more romantic kiss. No need to tongue-fuck each other’s mouths. I found myself getting lost in the comfort his lips afforded me.

But any moment could be ruined.

A bright flash enveloped my vision. Once I was able to clear the spots from my eyes I notice I was in a dark void, kneeling in an unending shallow pool of some kind of black liquid.

“Hello?!” I yelled out into the void, hoping that Zach would be able to find me. I desperately hoped that he wasn’t dragged into this with me.

“There is no need to yell, lass.” A smooth, masculine voice said from behind me. Turning around I saw a somewhat familiar man. He looked to be in his early 40’s, but it was hard to tell considering that he was very fit, and well dressed.

“W-who are you?” I said, shaking slightly from kneeling in the cold liquid.

“I thought it would be obvious. I’m your master, your everything. I am the very existence in which you were born to serve.” The man smirked, his amber colored eyes held me still, like a mouse frozen in fear as a snake inched towards it.

The man had short swept back black hair. He was wearing a white double-breasted three-piece suit. His skin tone looked to be possibly Mediterranean. His strong jaw covered in perfectly groomed stubble was framing his perfectly white teeth.

“M-magnus?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I felt my veins turn to ice at the realization.

“Good girl! See, you're getting used to recognizing your master. I cannot wait until you and the other girls are mine.” Magnus was grinning from ear to ear, his teeth blinding me with their whiteness.

“I don’t k-know if you realized, but Z-Zach is making progress on the trials. So, I-if I were you, I would start shitting my pants with fear knowing that I wouldn’t be coming back to the land of the living!” I tried my best to hold back my fear and anxiety, knowing that my shaking was only getting worse since I was naked in foot-deep black water.

Magnus’ smirk didn’t falter as he slowly walked towards me. I had just realized that he walking on top of the mysterious liquid, his footsteps not even causing ripples in the liquid.

“It is no matter to me. He will not finish the trials because he needs to free all of you. If time runs out and there is only one girl left, then I still get all of you.

“Besides, my independent agent has been keeping an eye on you all. They are my insurance for if your brother actually manages to get down to the wire.” Magnus leaned down, his hands in his pockets. His eyes met mine, this time mere inches from my face. “Plus, since you are the one actually bearing the collar, you will have to be the last trial. Knowing all of this, I just need to prevent you from being able to help Zach,” he chuckled, “So no talking about what I have said to you here, and as a little gift from me to you. I think I’ll amplify the gems effects on you, just to make things a little more… fun.” His smile stretched out widely, revealing a mouth full of jagged shark-like teeth.

Before I could even respond he lunged forward, his maw growing to encompass my whole head. Then he bit down. The pain was excruciating. As soon as it had started it went away as I blinked my eyes open, still in Zach’s embrace with our lips still locked.

I pushed him back and launched myself out of the bed, making my way for the toilet. I could feel the nausea pushing the contents of my stomach up my throat.

Managing to make it to the toilet on time, I looked down at the black liquid that I was just kneeling in. I flushed the toilet as soon as I heard Zach’s heavy footfalls coming towards me.

“Claire! Are you okay?” Zach kneeled down behind me and rubbed my back, soothing my queasiness ever so slightly.

Before I could even say anything, I felt my lips betray me, “Yeah, I think I just ate some bad food last night. Don’t worry, I’ll be ok.” My body moved on its own as I turned and gave Zach a reassuring hug.

While an outside observer would only see a man and a woman hugging, he wouldn’t see the sheer terror in my eyes as I realized that Magnus’ words were true, I don’t know how I was gonna get around this, but my hope was starting to fade as I felt Magnus’ icy cold grip over my throat, right where he bit me.

Zach:

Something seemed off with Claire. I couldn’t tell if it was the worry over my ability to complete these trials, or if something deeper was troubling her.

I filed this away in my mind, knowing I would need to handle this latter. I was thinking about tackling Amanda’s trial, knowing that I would need to talk with her regarding her difficult home life. If Claire was right about Amanda using the red gem to deflect her thoughts away from her own issues then I knew I would need to start there.

It was a little later in the morning now. Carmen and Nora headed to work. I realized that now that Mom wasn’t working, that meant only Carmen, Nora, and myself had income, excluding Lara; if she still has money from her family that is.

Heading downstairs I was met by the wonderful smell of French toast. Claire was sitting on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through her phone. Amanda was cooking the breakfast that I was smelling. Lara, Stephanie, and Julia all sat at the kitchen table conversing with one another.

Amanda was wearing a nice mint green sun dress with a very deep neckline that allowed her cleavage to be appreciated by those around her. Her black hair streaked with blue had a cute heart shaped hairclip holding her bangs out of her eyes.

As I walked up to her, she finally noticed me, her leafy green eyes pulled me in, losing myself in the forest that was her gaze. She gave me a sweet smile, the kind a loving wife would give her husband after he came home from work. I was a bit disappointed to see the apron she was wearing was covering her cleavage a bit.

Noticing my displeasure with the apron, Amanda unfastened it and took it off, knowing what I wanted to see.

“Enjoying the view, Zach?” Amanda smiled at me, almost in a wryly playful way, but something told me that she was legitimately asking me if her appearance was pleasing to me.

“I could never get tired of seeing this.” I gestured to her whole body. “The food smells good, can’t wait to try it!” I leaned up close to her and whispered into her ear, “Once we’re done with breakfast we need to have a private conversation.”

Amanda blushed as she tried not to let me distract her from the breakfast she was making. Studying her reaction, I could see her pressing her thighs together, fidgeting back and forth as she tried to stifle the arousal that I had awoke in her.

“Yes dear.” She muttered, her voice strained with need as she looked me up and down.

I gave her ass a good smack as I walked away from her. The cute squeak she let out was followed by a stifled moan as she attempted to control her needy pussy.

Sitting down at the head of the kitchen table I looked at the three girls who’s trials I had completed. Stephanie had warmed up to me much more than before, but she was definitely more quiet when she wasn’t under the effects of the orange gem. Lara eye fucked me any chance she could, after the night we had she seemed to grow much more attached to me. Finally, my mother, Julia. She was sitting to my right as she leisurely sipped her morning coffee. She took a deep breath with her eyes closed and let out a contented sigh.

“It’s weird that I feel so peaceful even though we aren’t out of danger yet.” Julia said to no one in particular. Stephanie nodded her head and Lara responded.

“I know right, feels like a weight has been lifted off of my chest, like I can breath for the first time in… I don’t know how long.” Lara looked to me, “So, do you know who you’re doing next, and I mean that in a non-sexual way.” She chuckled as I gave her a feigned look of indignation at her accusing me of only thinking about sex… which she was only partially correct about.

Without saying anything I nodded my head in the direction of Amanda who was still distractedly making breakfast. I put my finger to my lips to let them know that I didn’t want to talk about this at the moment. All three of them nodded, knowing that I had a good reason for keeping things subdued for now.

The breakfast was delicious. It seemed that pretty much anyone affected by the red gem became an amazing cook. Amanda had told us that before the gem, she was so bad at cooking she could burn water.

Cleaning up the dishes I finally pulled Amanda aside and lead her up into my original room – before I moved in to the master bedroom. Closing the door, I told her to have a seat on the bed. She sat with her hands in her lap as she fidgeted with her fingers, showing how nervous she was.

“So…,” I thought about what I needed to say, “I have decided to do your trial next, and that means I'm going to need to talk to you about your past; family life and school.” I paused, watching her anxiety rise even further as I forced her to confront the thoughts she was trying to hide from.

“I-I d-don’t know if I can.” Her voice came out as a strained whisper, showing the pain, she felt when she thought about her family.

“Amanda, I'm afraid that I need to know as much as possible. I'm sorry about this, but I need to prod for any information that will help me to figure out what your trial is, and how we can solve it.”

“It’s just…,” Amanda trembled, causing me to sit next to her and hold her to me, “I think I know already what it is.” Amanda sniffled.

“It has something to do with your parents?” I asked her.

Nodding ever so slightly, she went on, “M-my mom is a terrible person. She has hated me since the day I was born. B-because she blamed me…” Amanda trailed off as I felt her trembling only get worse. She fully embraced me, pressing her face into my chest. After a minute or two of silence she finally continued. “She… she blames me for the death of her sister – my actual mom.”

I was stunned at the revelation that her parents were not really her parents. “So, they are your aunt and uncle?” I asked her.

“My dad is my actual biological dad, he remarried my aunt when my real mom died… while she was in labor, with me.” Amanda’s voice warbled as she tried to hold back from sobbing.

Putting the pieces together in my head it seemed that both her Mom (aunt), and her Dad both took out their anger on Amanda, just because her biological mother died in childbirth.

“So, well… this is gonna sound kind of bad, but, why didn’t they put you up for adoption if they felt like this towards you? Allow you to be raised by a family who wouldn’t unjustly resent you for something you had absolutely no control over.” I then thought about Nora telling me about Carmen growing up in the foster care system, making me immediately cringe at my suggestion. “I-I know that foster care wouldn’t have been a great outcome, but surely they had a reason.”

Amanda sat back up as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “They kept me because of my grandmother. She told my aunt that if she gave me up she would cut her out of her will. My grandmother was a very wealthy person, but unfortunately I don’t have many memories of her since she died when I was four.

“My aunt received a lot of money from my grandmother, but she couldn’t access it all at once. It was placed in a trust fund for me, with a guaranteed amount that my aunt could take out every year, provided that she ‘took care of me’. I cannot access my trust fund myself until I'm 21. If I move out any time before then, then my aunt will no longer have access to my trust fund.”

I could see the pain in Amanda’s eyes quickly shit towards anger. A white knuckled anger towards her aunt and her father. “I just…, I just want them to leave me alone, but until all of this magic stuff happened the only escape I had was going over to Lara’s place, and as you can understand, her parents didn’t particularly like us.

“I’ve been getting calls and texts from my aunt, demanding I come home. Normally I would just ignore them, but my aunt has threatened me with things that I don’t even think I could say out loud. Let’s just say that she didn’t marry my father for love. She uses my blood relation to use him as a hostage of some sort. Keeping him drunk and pliable, gaslighting him into thinking I was the cause of all of his problems.” Amanda’s trembling transformed into white knuckled shaking, as she attempted to curb her anger.

“Well, I think we both know what your trial is going to be.” I say to Amanda as she looks up into my eyes, her deep green eyes now surrounded by red from the tears that she shed. We share a knowing look as her face pales at the thought of having to confront her parents in person.

“Well,” Amanda breathed in deeply, attempting to steel her nerves, “I guess we should lay out what we need to do.” While still looking scared, I could see the spark of determination in her eyes.

“Alright, so tell me about your household…” We continued discussing the minutia of how we planned on tackling this trial, conversing for a few more hours until we decided to get ready to head over to her home.

~*~

Stepping out of the car I was immediately assaulted by the smell of cat pee and cigarette butts. Amanda and I stood before her home, which was in a trailer park, on the side of town that most would call “trashy”.

“I thought you said your aunt gets a decent amount of money from your trust every year. So, why the trailer park?” I asked as I looked over at Amanda. She looked at me as if she was snapped out of a trance. I noticed a pallor quality to her face as she fidgeted in place, clearly showing signs of near panic.

“W-well, umm… s-she…” I had to stop Amanda to remind her to take deep breaths. After a few moments she calmed enough to speak. “She has an addiction to gambling” Amanda shivered, seemingly recalling a bad memory.

“Well, you don’t need to say anymore, that pretty much explains it.” I grimace, looking back at the dirty white exterior of the mobile home. The faint sound of music vibrated off of its walls, letting a whisper of what sounded like country music.

“Let’s go.” I say as I grab Amanda’s hand. The longer we waited out here the more time Amanda would have to build up her anxiety.

Approaching the front door, I raised my fist and gave the door a few firm knocks.

Only a few seconds later the music stopped, and a shrill voice echoed throughout the home.

“Jim! Someone is at the door! Get off your lazy ass and go check it,” heavy foot falls could be heard nearing the front door, “I swear if it’s those damn little girls trying to sell me their communist cookies then I'm gonna kick them of the porch myself.” The female voice finally stopped and not a second latter the front door swung open.

A very large man glared at me, his eyes glassy and bloodshot. My above average height was easily surpassed by this man, likely he weighed two or three of me at least. The man was balding, only having a ring of wispy brown hair around the sides and back. He wore sweatpants and a dirty, stained wifebeater. This man – who I could only assume was Amanda’s dad – looked to be the most stereotypical white trash trailer park guy I had ever witnessed.

“Wha’ d’you wan?” The large man’s deep voice came out slurred and if that wasn’t a strong enough indicator, his breath smelled like beer and liquor; I had to try my hardest not to gag in front of this man. Finally, the man’s eyes lazily wandered over to Amanda. “Oh, look who dezided to finally come home!” he sneered at Amanda, following it up by leering at her large breasts contained within her sundress.

“Who is it Jim?!” The woman’s voice rang out much clearer now with the door open. Footsteps could be heard coming towards the front door, until Amanda’s aunt appeared from behind her husband. To say I was thrown off by her appearance would be an understatement. While Amanda’s dad was the stereotype for drunk white trash dad, her mom/aunt was the exact opposite.

Before me stood a gorgeous older woman. If I had to sum her appearance up it would have to be if Marilyn Monroe was in her 50’s, but her tits are way bigger, and she looks really good for her age. Amanda’s aunt was wearing something similar to what Amanda was wearing, except this was far more slutty. You could see under boob from how deep the neckline plunged. This weird slutty sundress was a shear red, which showed off her lack of panties or bra.

Flashing the fakest smile I had ever seen, “Well I’ll be darned, our sweet baby girl finally came home.” Amanda’s aunt said her voice was light and airy like that of a songbird. Looking at me I could feel her eyes study my improved body, “Oh my! It looks like Amanda brought home a real catch! I’m Moreen, but my friends call me Mimi.” She held out her hand which met mine except she gently ran her thumb against the back of my hand as she bit her bottom lip and gave me a very intense look of “fuck me eyes”.

“Ahem…Hello, Mimi, my name is Zach, and I am your daughter’s boyfriend.” I wanted to test the waters, see how they would react to this information.

Amanda’s dad looked uncomfortable, constantly checking for his wife’s reaction. If I didn’t know better I would say there was a tinge of fear in the looks he gave her.

“Um… well I'm gonna go back to ma chair, sinz the game iz shtill on.” The large man lumbered off, leaving the three of us alone.

“Come in, come in! I’ve never gotten to meet one of Amanda’s special friends before.” Mimi was all smiles, if the idea of me being her daughter’s boyfriend bothered her then she was a world class actor because I couldn’t make heads or tails about what she was thinking.

Realizing she was still holding my hand she tugged me into the mobile home with a surprising amount of strength for a small thing like her. It was clear Amanda got her height from her dad.

Sitting in the ratty kitchen at a small square table, the three of us sat in silence as Mimi pulled out one of those super thin menthol cigarettes and lit it up.

She looked at me as she took a sizable drag, “So, you're fucking my daughter.” I was thrown off from the bluntness, especially since her voice still had that airiness to it. “Lord knows why you're with her when a hunk like you could have any woman he wanted.” Mimi let out a purr as she took another drag of her cigarette.

“Well if I'm being totally honest, your daughter is a fine woman, she’s smart, caring and –”

“I don’t care.” Mimi interrupted me, leveling a flat look at me as she took another drag. “It’s my turn to be totally honest. This little bitch of a daughter ain’t going anywhere with you. As her parents it’s our responsibility to look after her. You understand?” Mimi’s demeanor constantly shifted from evil stepmother to fairy godmother with almost no effort, this woman seemed the textbook definition of being twofaced.

Amanda tugged on my sleeve, signaling me to lend her my ear. “I don’t understand what’s happening, my aunt doesn’t normally look like this. She is all beautiful now and her smoker voice is gone. What’s happening?” Amanda’s voice broke a bit towards the end as she was having a hard time trying to hold her fear in.

Meeting her aunt’s gaze once more I leaned towards her, “I’ve heard a lot about you from Amanda… Aunt Mimi.” I grinned as her eyes widened. Despite the surprise she was quickly able to recenter herself.

“Oh? So, the little cunt has been snitching on her only family. Why would you do that sweety? After all I have given you. Are you really gonna spit on your mother’s memory, I knew her more than you ever will. I was her sister, and I will not allow you to disparage me and your father! To your room now!” Mimi picked up steam as she went on until eventually her voice felt all encompassing.

If I could feel this pressure then I'm sure Amanda had it way worse because she shot out of her seat with a “yes ma’am,” and ran out of the kitchen.

The silence fell once more. The lights flickered as though an earthquake had just passed. The sound of the fridge ended up being the only background noise left as Mimi stared at me with unnatural calm.

“Since the nuisance is out of the way. We can finally discuss what you really came here for.” Any hint of anger in her tone previously was gone as she stood up and sauntered over to me.

“You came here because you want a piece of this.” She lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her soaked bald pussy. “It’s funny. I spent my whole life furious that my sister got all of the looks; all of the boys. When she passed away I was so excited, but I quickly realized that just because she was no longer around to steal the hot guys, that didn’t make me suddenly more attractive.” She stepped over me as she straddle herself on my lap, grinding her pussy against my hardening bulge.

“So…” she ran her well-manicured finger up my chest, ending at my chin, “imagine my surprise when I found out that my much more successful and hotter sister left a large amount of money behind, but not for her beloved sister! No!” Her face contorted in rage as the nail she was using to trace along my newly toned muscles started cutting into my shirt and skin. “That dumb whore! She gave it to the very person who murdered her; her daughter!”

Once again the room felt as if it was vibrating from an earthquake. The lights flickered and dimmed. But as fast as it came on, her face let go of the anger and once again became the picture of serenity. “Out of the kindness of my heart I chose to take in her daughter. Using a yearly stipend from the trust my sister left behind, I did my best to raise that ungrateful whore.” Mimi giggled, the contrast of her sweet voice calling Amanda a whore seemed even worse than when she was angry.

I don’t know why, but my ability to stop her from having her way with me just wasn’t there. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock.

“Oh my!” she gasped as she practically drooled at the sight of my manhood. “It’s so big, and so perfect. I bet you this was made for my pussy.” Right as she said that she lined me up to her entrance and took my whole length in one go. “Fuck! T-that’s so fucking good!” Mimi moaned as she lightly convulsed on my dick.

Before I could even mount a resistance, she readjusted herself and begun to ride me so hard the I would likely have bruises all over my lap when this was done. I don’t know how, but it felt as if any strength I had previous was being drained away. My vision blurred as the pleasure from her tight pussy began to consume my consciousness.

Why was I even here again? I guess it doesn’t matter since this feels so good. Man, I'm feeling really tired, I hope I get to feel myself cum before I fall asleep.

My thoughts were molasses, my brain a Jello mold wiggling around in my skull. I couldn’t be sure, but I'm pretty sure I was dying, but in that moment I could honestly care less.

BANG!

The sound of a metal pan hitting something hard jolted me out of my near unconsciousness. I blinked that sleep out of my eyes as I looked around. I saw Amanda looking at me from the doorway; she must have saved me from her Aunt.

Still dizzy I was further confused when I was suddenly lifted in the air. Looking down the arm of the large meaty hand that was holding me, I saw Amanda’s dad, Jim.

“I'm tired of Mimi thinken she can juz do what she wantz around here. Ain’t nobody fucking my wive. Cept me!” The large bearlike man choked back a sob as he continued his drunken rampage, “You tempted my whore wive wit’ yer good lookz. You think ur better dan me? HUH?!” His breath smelled even worse than before, I didn’t know that was possible.

“Daddy, please don’t hurt him!” Amanda yelled as she came up behind him and tugged at his wifebeater. The man wouldn’t budge as he continued to ignore her cries.

Looking at Amanda, my mind still dazed I saw something in her eyes that reminded me of how Claire described her from before I met her. “She was a real badass, she regularly went to a kickboxing gym. But I think her exploration of her more feminine side since she met you has taken precedent over getting back to kicking a sandbag.” I recalled Claire telling me this during one of our few moments when it was just the two of us.

Suffice to say, I finally saw this badassness of hers.

“Sorry about this dad!” Amanda yelled as she pivoted her body and swung her foot high. The force transferred from her muscles to the point of contact, which was her dads face. Witnessing the hottest Muay Thai high kick I had ever seen only made me love Amanda even more. The second best part was when the man holding me was launched out of the kitchen, his grip on me dropped immediately.

Looking in the other doorway that led to the front door, I saw the large man sprawled out on the floor, unconscious.

“Amanda, that was really fucking h—” I was cut off as Amanda dashed over to me, embracing me she kissed me deeply.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that, I wasn’t sure if you would feel bad for having a girl do your fighting for you so I told myself I would hold back. And, well the red gem also made me much less prone to knocking someone out the moment they pissed me off.” Amanda was rambling her feelings out, seemingly no longer affected by the red gem. How is that possible?

I looked over at the unconscious woman that was previously riding my cock. I jolted when I saw that she was as Amanda described; a woman who had been smoking her whole life, blonde hair faded with age as her wrinkles only deepened. The rosacea of her cheeks really showed just how much she smoked, but what was even more upsetting was seeing her body in that same shear sundress. I'm not one to shame someone for their appearance, but this was just something that I couldn’t comprehend.

“My dick was in that?” I muttered more to myself. This caused Amanda to bust out laughing. Her girlish giggles fit well, despite her height and normal demeanor.

“So, I know we had a plan, but I don’t think I'm under the control of the gem anymore.” She said to me. I put my hand on her shoulder only to find out that she was right!

“Ok, what the fuck was the trial even?” I asked, in disbelief over how we somehow accidently solved Amanda’s trial.

“I think it was something about standing up to my parents.” Amanda looked at the floor with a somber expression, “I think I spent my whole life making excuses for why I couldn’t fight back against them. When all along I was just scared… scared of being abandoned, even though they were terrible people, for most of my life they were all I had. Until I met Claire, Lara, and Stephanie, that is,” Her somber look shifted back to a slight smile as she thought about her friends, “Then there is you. I still am crushing pretty hard on Claire, but I really think I want you to be my Daddy.” I was surprised at her admission, seeing her bite her lip as she looked at my still uncovered cock.

“Honey?” A small voice came from behind Amanda. Looking in that direction we saw her father waking up.

“They must have been controlled.” I said aloud.

I stood up and made my way over to her father. Reaching down, I wanted to try something I had done once before with Nora.

Placing my hand on his arm, I focused on the alcohol in his system. I had a thought that if I sobered him up that would be good, but I realized that doing so would immediately trigger potentially fatal withdrawals. I wondered if I was somehow able to change his body and brain chemistry along with the removal of the alcohol.

It took minutes of intense focus, and I wasn’t able to completely rid him of his withdrawals, but I at least lessened them enough so that he wouldn’t need to take an ambulance to the emergency room.

“What’s going on?” Jim grunted as he held his aching head, “I feel like I got hit by a train, and am I… sober?” Her dad looked around in wonderment, as though he was seeing through fresh eyes.

“Oh my god!” I heard Amanda gasp as she looked at her father, tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t remember the last time he had no alcohol in his system!” Her voice cracked as she saw her dad as close to how he used to be before Mimi drowned him with booze.

“I… I can’t remember the last time I looked at things sober. W-what happened?”

Amanda explained as well as she could, leaving out the whole “magic is real” part, but in the end he decided to trust her. The man was very different from before, I almost couldn’t believe that this was the same drunkard that greeted us at the door.

Amanda’s aunt wasn’t waking up for some reason. Her breathing was fine, and her heart rate was normal, but I'm sure getting hit in the head by a frying pan wielded by your gorilla of a husband was the kind of thing that could cause prolonged unconsciousness.

The night was ending as we walked out of the hospital that currently housed the unconscious Mimi. Amanda forced her dad to check himself in for the alcohol withdrawals that were causing him to shiver and shake really bad.

Talking to her father, I made sure he was aware that Amanda would be moving out, but from now on her aunt wouldn’t be getting the money, he would. To say the older man was shocked would be an understatement, but while Amanda could find some way of reconciling with her father, she knew she would never be able to forgive her aunt for the things she had done.

“Alright dad, it’s about time we head out,” Amanda looked at her father pensively, “Listen… if you are able to stay away from the alcohol, and not use the money for anything bad like alcohol or whatever else is bad, then maybe we can get together again someday, have lunch or something.” Amanda finished talking with a pat on his arm as she walked away.

“You take care of her, alright. I know I'm not the person that should be telling you this considering how I treated her, but please she’s all I got left of Lily, and let her know that I never once blamed her for Lily’s death, as much as Mimi would tell her I did.” Jim patted me on the shoulder and walked back into the hospital to check himself in for withdrawal therapy.

I stood there for a few moments longer, reflecting on todays events. I couldn’t help but feel useless, having been ensnared in whatever trap Magnus had laid for me. I should have been more on guard, especially when Amanda told me that her aunt was very different from before. But it was like some sort of siren song, her voice. Even though it was magic that had taken control of me, I couldn’t help feeling awful that I even allowed it to happen.

I should have checked the moment we got to the mobile home. I don’t even know if the aunt was possessed. I couldn’t handle the situation at all, why can’t I-

“Zach?” Amanda’s voice came from behind me, “I know what you're thinking, and… it’s not your fault.” Her arms wrapped around my chest as she hugged me from behind and leaned her head on my shoulder. “If anything, I think that it is because of how things went that I was able to complete this trial. You may think it was by accident, but I had a feeling in the very back of my head of what I might need to do.

“My fear and the red gem’s influence made me not want to fight back, I only wanted to cower in my room as I heard my aunt consume you. If it wasn’t for my dad’s drunken rage, I-I don’t know if I would have had the courage to come back to the kitchen.” I could hear Amanda sniffling into my shoulder, but I knew not to interrupt her. “When I saw him grab you… well, I finally realized what I had to do. I needed to stand up to my parents, stop them from controlling my life. I was so afraid of the emotional conflict that I just avoided being home as much as possible, allowing my aunt to keep taking money out of my trust. I thought that if I ignored the problem long enough that it would just go away, but Zach, you're the one who taught me that sometimes you have to take action in order to fix things. So, I decided that I wasn’t gonna hide anymore, and man did it feel good to kick my dad in his head.” Amanda giggled as she nuzzled up closer to me.

“Not gonna lie that was pretty hot,” I laughed, “I knew you worked out, but I didn’t know you were strong enough to kick that beast of a man across the room.” I smirked as I recalled how strong Amanda seemed in that moment.

“Yeah, I'm not sure that was just my own strength. I don’t know how, but I could feel something in me at that moment, some sort of heat that radiated throughout my muscles.” Amanda contemplated.

“Well, lets just say ‘magic’ and be done with this day, I'm tired and I think daddy’s little girl needs a reward when we get home.” I turned around and pet Amanda’s head. Her demeanor shifted back to being my spoiled, big titted daughter.

“You promise, Daddy?” Amanda pouted, putting her hands behind her back and swaying back and forth as she portrayed a more innocent persona. She also was trying to draw attention to her breasts as they jiggled ever so slightly.

“I Promise.”

~*~

When we had arrived home all of the girls congratulated Amanda on overcoming her trial. She told them all how it went down, except she may have embellished my roll a little more than was necessary.

Looking around I couldn’t help but notice that Claire was a little more standoffish than usual.

“Hey Claire,” I said to her, low enough so that others wouldn’t hear, “are you sure you're doing ok? You’ve been acting strange since this morning.”

She seemed to try her best to conceal her emotions, but I could tell that something was bothering her, and in that moment I could only think that she was maybe worried about us not being able to complete the remaining trials.

“Yeah, I'm fine… just, well how do I say this. Something… feels…off?” It felt as if Claire was struggling to get out those last few words. Clearly something was wrong, but I wouldn’t be able to fix anything until she opened up to me.

I told her that she could take some time to think about what she wanted to tell me, and I went back to Amanda.

“Alright girls, it’s time for Daddy’s girl to get her special reward.” I said aloud as I bent down and scooped Amanda into my arms in a bridal carry. Amanda yelped with surprise as she laughed like a school girl on prom night.

Walking up the stairs with her in my arms, I was surprised at how easy this was. I hadn’t realized how strong I was becoming, maybe I would need to start going to that same kickboxing gym that Amanda goes to.

Entering the master bedroom, I threw Amanda onto the bed from way farther than I thought possible.

Landing on the bed, Amanda giggled, “I like when daddy plays rough with me!” she purred as she bit her bottom lip and studied me as I pulled off my shirt and pants. “Wow! My Daddy is so~ strong, I bet you could just do things to me, and I wouldn’t even be able to resist. Take me Daddy!” Amanda moaned as I flipped her onto her back and fully leaned over her body with my hands on either side of her head.

I took her soft lips into mine, our tongues wrestling for dominance. Eventually I won that battle when I pulled one of her tits out and gave her hardening nipple a good pinch which caused her to let out a gasping moan.

“Daddy! Undress me please, I want you to see all of me.” Amanda said breathlessly.

Doing as she asked I sat her up and pulled her sundress all the way up and off of her. Next I removed her cobalt blue lace bra and panty set that Claire had bought her. I knew that she had been wearing thigh-highs all day, but I hadn’t realized it was with an attached garter belt. I decided that I liked the look of her legs in them, so they should stay on.

“You ready, baby girl?” I cooed into her ear, eliciting a shudder throughout her body.

“Fuck me, Daddy.” She muttered, showing me just how much she needed my cock.

Rubbing my cock against her soaked slit, she moaned as I teased her opening. Eventually when I felt she had enough teasing, I lined up with her entrance and sheathed myself fully into her.

This caused an immediate earthquake-like orgasm from her. Her inner walls pulsed and shook around my cock in ways I didn’t even know were possible.

“O-oh m-my god, Daddy…” She panted, “You made me cum right away. You're the best Daddy ever!” Amanda yelled out as she wrapped her legs around my hips, letting me know that I could start going to town on her.

The sex itself was pretty standard, but we went on for a long time. Our stamina was seemingly endless, along with the amount of cum I was producing. I must have came in her pussy at least twice over that whole hour-long fuck session.

Right as we were getting ready to stop after one last orgasm, Amanda got down onto the floor.

“Cum all over my big cow tits Daddy! Please, I want you to paint my titties white with your delicious seed!” Amanda crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up to give me a rather enticing target to aim at. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, ready to receive her favorite treat.

Wanting to reward her for begging like a good girl I told her one thing I knew she would want to hear.

“Cum.” I said as I pulsed power through the Prismium and straight into Amanda’s needy pussy.

I released my load all over her tits, face and tongue. I was surprised when I just kept letting out rope after rope of my seed all over her milky breasts and her beautiful face.

I had made her orgasm at the same time, causing her eyes to roll back as she shook and groaned out her pleasure. Her pussy squirted on the floor, a mixture of both of our fluids leaving her.

By the time we were done, her eyes finally focused back on to me, and I couldn’t express how beautiful those deep green eyes looked when her face was caked in my semen. The deep emerald color contrasted with the opalescent seed making her eyes pop even more.

“I love you Daddy, thank you for the present.” Amanda said in between deep breaths of air. She began rubbing my cum into her tits, moaning as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to really feel me on her. She even took some onto her finger and sucked it off right in front of me, and as much as I would love to go again it was getting late, and it was probably time to invite the other girls up for bedtime.

Before anyone came into the room I told Amanda about Claire, and that I was worried something may be wrong. “I want you to watch Mommy, make sure she is ok. Okay?”

“Don’t worry Daddy, your little girl wont let you down!” she gave me a salute as if I was her commanding officer – which I guess in some way I was – then she got up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Nora, Carmen, and Claire. Saving Claire for last seems to be the smart play since she is the one with the collar, so I'm assuming her trial may be the most difficult to overcome.

So, Nora and Carmen then. Those two may be the trickiest. They have a mother/daughter relationship, and both do not have their biological parents around. So far dealing with the Claire’s three friends who were all the same age, they all had some sort of issue with their parents.

But it’s hard to know if Carmen’s trial will have something to do with Nora, and vice versa. Tomorrow I'm going to need to fully talk this out with them. For now, it’s time to get some sleep and do it again tomorrow.

Later in the night as all of the girls were sleeping around me, I looked at the calendar app on my phone and realized we had seven days left… I really hoped that would be enough time to complete what were probably going to be the toughest trials yet.