Chapter 8:

Zach:

After a fantastic time, fucking Nora’s ass. We finally tired ourselves out, I still had to firmly command Nora to stay in bed with me. She says she is my slave, but she defies some orders because she believes herself to be worthless. All I have to say to that is if you act that way I might as well treat you that way. But also, I am suspicious that she might be doing this on purpose because she gets off on her master punishing her. Nevertheless, I punished her ass greatly this night.

Physically restraining Nora in my arms in order to keep her in bed, we eventually fell asleep, and again came the dreams.

I hear waves, yet I couldn’t see them. I could smell the salt and feel the mist on my skin. Only my sight was affected, all other senses greatly heightened. My feet were bare, and between my toes I felt what I would have guessed was pebbles on a rocky beach, but something was slightly off. When I thought of the odd sensation my other senses started noticing other oddities. The crashing waves didn’t sound like that at a normal beach, they did not sound as if they were hitting against rocky cliffs. There was a light hum, like that of a pitch fork every time the waves came down. My eyes were open, but there was only darkness. I then remembered the feeling of the ‘pebbles’ beneath my feet. It felt like those glass beads that would be used in propane fire pits, or small fish tanks. Such an oddly specific sensory memory. I could hear it now, the ‘click clacking’ of the beads hitting each other.

Suddenly a piece of the puzzle was revealed. When I guessed to glass beads, some of my vision returned, or more like it was revealed. In the sky was a dimly lit star, its light just barely traipsing the ground, giving it shape and texture to my eyes. I now paid attention to the sound of the waves. If the beach was made of glass beads, then it would stand to reason that the cliffs would be something akin to that. Pondering that for a while it finally hit me; crystal!

Once again the intensity of the light grew, becoming a deep red like that of a sunset nearly disappearing. I could see the crystal cliffs, but just barely. There would need to be more light in order to refract through the crystals.

“Hello?” I called out, my voice drowned out by the waves.

“There is no need to yell.” A voice from behind me mutters, the voice being soft and musical, yet cutting through the crashing waves. With a start I turn around to see the woman from my last dream. Her body is made of the smoothest crystal, translucent yet mirror like. Her eyes this time were blue sapphires. And her hair looked like strands of light, like those ultra-thin fiber optic cables. Her lips were of the deepest red rubies.

This time she was not naked, she was wearing clothes, the most immaculate clothing I had ever seen. Normally I wasn’t one for fashion, but somehow when I looked upon her clothing the words came to my mind. She was wearing a Kalasiris, a linen dress, very thin, and very see-through, being that I was able to see her emerald pierced nipples. The dress contained multitudes of different colors and imagery. If I had to guess these designs almost looked like hieroglyphs. Around her neck was a lariat style necklace which draped over her upper chest, going from her collar bone to the top of her cleavage. it was made up of gemstones, some of which I had never seen before.

“What do you think?” She asked me, giggling at my gawking of her magnificent form.

“Y-you are probably one of the most b-beautiful beings I have ever seen.” I stammered the words, incapable of attempting to seem cool. After I had said that she smiled a bright grin – literally – making the star brighten to that of our midday sun.

With the sun at its peak brightness her form became a shifting array of colored lights; refracting throughout her body. She was the most beautiful prism I had ever seen.

“Sapphira,” She said suddenly, raising her eyebrow at me as if waiting, “Is it still not common courtesy to offer ones name in return when given a name?”

“O-oh shit, hi, I'm Zach!” I stuck my hand out to shake her hand, she only looked at it. It was only a few seconds but I couldn’t believe I had already humiliated myself in front of the woman.

“Zach, I think its time I tell you a few things… about the ring and collar.” Her tone became more serious. I was quickly shocked out of my nervousness, now feeling anticipation at what she would say.

“I assume the previous owner told you next to nothing about them?” She asked me, a hint of disdain in her voice. I shook my head confirming her suspicion.

“That old man was such a pain in the ass,” she said under breath, sighing with frustration, “well, moving forward. There is information that he seemed to have let slip his mind.” She waited for me to say something.

“G-go ahead, sorry, I'm just trying to listen to you closely.” I stammered out, making her give me a cute smirk.

“First off, the collar and ring are collectively known as the Prismium, but you may call it whatever you please.” We began to walk down the crystalline beach, “The collars abilities seem the most straightforward of the two, and for the most part they are. But the longer the two of you wear their respective artifacts, the stronger your connection to each other and the magic within become. You may know the collar and ring can only be removed on a new moon, but I'm sure you were not told that if they are worn past 2 moon cycles they become bonded for life.”

When she said that I felt sweat drip down my temple. “So, then all we need to do is just remove them at the next new moon then?” I asked her.

“Yes, you could, the issue is that you will become so entangled in the lives of the women that you affect with the magic, that if you were to take them away, your life would quickly fall into turmoil. All of this sex and relationships, people somehow being fine with your incest, all of it would be gone. And everyone will remember it, thus the more you allow yourself to use their power, the harder it will be to want to get rid of it.

“Now, that doesn’t necessarily mean that these artifacts are evil, or bad in any way. I am merely warning you of what will happen, but you must come to terms with how you have altered the course of all of these people’s lives; for better or worse.”

“Is that the only downside?” I ask her after thinking for a moment.

“Less of a downside and more of a moralistic problem,” She said, waxing philosophical, “If you choose to be bound forever, then you will have a harem of beautiful women, abilities granted to you two by the artifacts, even your harem will gain benefits. But ultimately you are using magic to drastically change the lives of your partners.”

I retreated into my thoughts, thinking on what she had said. I understood what she was getting at, and this would have to be something I discuss with Claire. I nod to Sapphira, letting her know I understand.

We walked along the unending beach, listening to the hum of the cliffs reverberating from the waves. Saphirra kept her eyes on me the majority of the time, even when we were not talking. A slight smile on her gorgeous ruby red lips always a constant fixture upon her face.

“On to the fun stuff,” She said after a while, her tone shifting from serious to bubbly, “The aura produced by both artifacts. I assume that you have figured some things out?” I nod, she continues, “your sister will become bisexual, if she wasn’t already, as the bearer of the collar she will be the head mistress of the harem. So, it makes sense that she would be equally attracted to the women that you are also attracted to. It’s a mechanism to ensure cohabitation and protection of your flock.

“I'm sure you have questions about the slutty maid laying in your arms,” she said, not as a question this time, “You can assign a gem’s change to a girl within your harem, but in doing so, it borrows the power from the collar.”

“Meaning that Claire wouldn’t be able to enter slave mode until I turn Nora back to normal.” I interrupted. Giving her a look of apology, she merely smiled at me as she continued on.

“Correct, the women will stay in this mode until you manually take the power back, or switch for another one, and obviously you cannot pick the one your sister is currently using.

“You may notice physical changes between the two of you. The artifacts will keep you two, and your harem in top physical condition. This would explain the rapid sobering up you experienced. But you will gain more muscle definition, and probably some growth to your cock.” I blushed at her mention of my dick.

“The women’s bodies will slowly form in to what they believe is their ideal shape, so if a woman wants to be tight and toned, she will be. If another woman likes to have curves and a bit of meat on the bone then she will stay that way. Never gaining weight unless they want to; the perfect physical specimen. Oh, and you’ll age slower, so that should be all for now, you have to wake up soon!” I was startled at how quickly she glossed over the whole ‘we will live longer’ part, but by the time I was yelling at her to elaborate, the beach went dark again, one by one each sense faded out.

~*~

Waking up from my bizarre conversation, I noticed Nora was still in my arms, asleep. Her face was nuzzled into my chest, breathing softly. Looking at her like this you almost wouldn’t think she was an absolute wildcat in bed; at least when she was her normal self. I tried to inch out of bed without waking her, but she must be a very light sleeper, I barely twitched my arm, her eyes opened and looked into mine, once the recognition set in she sat bolt upright. Before she could even utter the word ‘sorry’ I put my hand over her mouth. “Nora, shut it!” I whisper yelled at her, “We’re gonna change how you serve me from now on, is that understood?” I stared into her eyes, keeping her from looking away, she sighed then nodded her head.

“You can go ahead and believe yourself unworthy as my slave, and you can debase yourself, but if I ever tell you to stop, you will stop immediately and be quiet. Any issues we can deal with later. I will not have you making a scene around others, I don’t know if you realized how angry I was at you last night when you just wouldn’t listen to me.”

Nora’s eyes became misty as she nodded her head rapidly. “I'm sorry master, I-I just want to make sure that everything I'm doing is correct, I'm just so worried I'm gonna screw something up then you’ll abandon me like everyone eventually does.” She was shaking, holding her tears in.

I felt an uneasiness at this admission. Thinking on this analytically, I thought that this mustn’t be a part of the Prismium’s power, but it was more likely something that is being revealed by the power. It made sense that each gems personality shifts would affect everyone differently, because everyone was a different person, with different experiences and traumas. I felt like I had the beginnings of a thesis about this; too bad no one would believe a study about a magic collar.

I held Nora close to me and let her release her feelings, ensuring her that I had no plans of leaving her or getting rid of her. She felt so small in my arms, while she was fully naked, I did very much enjoy that cocktail dress she wore yesterday. There was something about being naked that made her seem more vulnerable, even if she wasn’t shaking.

“Nora… I just want you to know that I think you are a wonderful person, and I have no intentions of making this a one-off thing.” I explained, “I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I do care for you, at least in the way that you confuse me, in the way a Rubik’s cube with 6 different shades of blue is confusing. I can see the complexity, but the nuance is so vast; I don’t even know where I would start.” Looking up at me, Nora smiled, thanking me with only a look.

After a couple of minutes, she calmed down. I asked her if she wanted to do anything this morning.

“I want to make breakfast for the master and mistress!” Nora said with great excitement. “I will get started on it right away!” Again, she bolted out of bed, heading towards the door. I cleared my throat to get her attention. Looking back at me, she saw me pointing to her body, looking down she saw her naked body. “Do you not wish for me to cook in only but an apron, master?” she asked me, confused on why she would need to wear clothes.

“Considering that there are other’s here I would prefer you to wear clothes,” I looked at my closet, “There should still be some of Claire’s clothes in the closet, she is a little smaller than you, but you should be able to find some clothing that fits.”

With a smile she walked over to the closet and opened it. Inside were numerous articles of clothing. There was even a small two drawer dresser on the ground that had extra bras and panties. She already knew that I didn’t want her wearing any underwear, so she skipped over those.

She found a red crop top with only one side going over the shoulder, arcing down her chest to her other armpit. This showed off her pert C cups, while also showing her flat stomach. For her bottoms she put on a short polyester skirt that seemed well worn, and hugged her hips rather nicely. Its light tan color accenting her more beige skin tone.

“We’ll need to stop by your place later for some clothing if you plan on staying here for the time being.” I gave Nora an appraising look, “Maybe grab some of your more… revealing outfits.” I smirked at her blushing face. She agreed with me and went downstairs to get breakfast started.

~*~

I felt much better after taking my morning piss. Heading to Claire’s room, I knocked on her door.

“Yeah?” Claire responded.

“Breakfast soon, Nora is making it.” I yell through the door.

“Ok!” I hear giggles on the other side of the door, sounds like their having fun in there.

As I was heading to the stairs I noticed that my mom’s door was closed. Her door was always open when she left for work. I crept up to the door and tried to turn the handle; locked. Oh shit, so I guess mom finally wasn’t going in on a Sunday. That complicated things a bit, considering we had two more girls here that spent the night. Looking down at the ring I had a thought that maybe she would be more okay with it than I thought. I knocked on the door, “you still home mom?” I yelled through the door. I heard a sudden bump as it sounded like she was startled by me.

“Uh…y-yes sweetie, I decided to finally have a rest day. To you know, pamper myself.” I smirked as I could hear her panting, as if she just got done doing something strenuous.

“Well, ok mom, breakfast will be ready soon, just letting you know. Also make sure you don’t go blind in there from doing whatever it is you're doing.” I chuckled to myself, thinking of how embarrassed she must be at me knowing what she was doing.

Rounding the corner into the kitchen I saw Nora cooking up a storm. She moved around the kitchen with a practiced grace. Her toned legs moved so effortlessly as she pivoted and bent over, looking into cabinets.

Nora was cutting up vegetables like a Michelin star chef. I couldn’t believe the precision and speed she was maintaining throughout the whole process. Nora was even cooking multiple things in multiple different methods.

I was sitting at the table enjoying a latte that Nora made me, I just watched her ass as she practically danced around the kitchen, making her body seem sensual even while cooking. Every once in a while she would glance at me, and give me a bright smile, she seemed so in her element here.

“So, where you always this good of a cook?” I asked her.

“No, I actually would consider myself a pretty bad cook,” She chuckled, “but somehow it’s like my body just knows what to do, and I can clearly see the steps I need to complete in order to prepare everything. It’s like an instinct, more so than knowledge.”

I had my suspicions that the collar’s power might be able to make her good at cooking. Claire, while she was under the effect of the red stone became a better cook than usual. Nora on the other hand, was on a whole new level, which I guess made sense considering the gem was listed as the “Slave Maid” gem.

As I continued thinking about the abilities the Prismium gave us, I heard the sound of footsteps behind me; Claire and Amanda finally showing up.

“Morning ladies, you get enough sleep?” I said to them, “Sorry about all the noise, Nora seems to be a pretty big anal slut.”

Both girls blushed at this, but Amanda hid her face in her hands, a cute quirk I thought. Claire finally walked over to me, wringing her hands and looking nervous. Remembering I put her in sub mode, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into my lap, proceeding to kiss her deeply. Seems I was right on the money, as Claire melted into my lap with a satisfied sigh. Breaking our kiss, a single strand of saliva held on, connecting us for a little longer. I looked over at Amanda, who was flushed, wide-eyed, and rubbing her pussy over her pants. She must have still only had her jeans and shirt from yesterday.

I asked Amanda if she wanted to borrow any of my gym shorts since I knew that she wouldn’t be able to fit into any of Claire’s or my mom’s clothing.

“I understand that wearing jeans all the time isn’t the most comfortable, especially when you are rubbing yourself; watching your girlfriend make-out with her brother.” I Smirked at her; loving her embarrassed expression. She nodded her head at me. I stood up and made my way up the stairs to grab her a pair.

As soon as I made it to the top of the stairs, I heard noises from mom’s room. I once again crept towards her door.

“Oh my god… my stud of a son is down there with other women, I bet he fucks them all so good!” My mom was masturbating furiously, gasping and stifling her louder moans. Her talking got too quiet to make out her words, likely from burying her face into her pillow. Looks like Mom was indeed coming under the influence of the Prismium’s magic. I became worried she may stay in her room all day, and fuck herself with her toys that she keeps under her bed. Walking away, I headed into my room and got a clean pair of gym shorts.

Back downstairs I threw the shorts at Amanda.
“I want you to put those on right here in front of us.” I commanded her. Her eyes widened as she looked back and forth between Claire and I. Claire nodded at her to do as I say. My sister was biting her lip while digging into her pussy with her fingers, turned on by the act of my commanding her girlfriend to show off her body to me.

Amanda eventually slid her pants down, I saw she wasn’t wearing panties, likely ruined with how wet she got them yesterday. I saw that she was completely free of hair down there, I had expected a more unruly look purely based on her personality before she had sex with Claire. She slipped on the shorts, which seemed a near perfect fit, considering that I was only maybe an inch taller than her. Amanda joined us at the table, and after a while Nora finally finished the breakfast banquet that none of us were expecting.

“MOM! Breakfast!” I yelled towards the ceiling. I heard the thump of her footsteps as she was likely scrambling for clean clothes, and to make herself presentable.

“Nora, you sit next to me, and no arguing about not being worthy to sit at the same table as me.” I commanded her. “Also, Claire, I need to tell you something important later.” She nodded at me.

Eventually, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. My back was to them, but since Claire and Amanda were sitting across from me, they both looked up. Their eyes practically popped out of their heads.

“Mom, what the hell are you wearing?” Claire yelled out. Turning around I also looked at my mom.

“Holy shit” I muttered.

Mom was wearing a black tube top that I had never once seen her wear, and a pleated tartan skirt. The clothing seemed tight on her, likely being from when she was a lot younger, before she had kids. She looked a bit like a Milf from a porno, and I was all for it. Turning around to look at Claire, she was drooling at the sight of mom’s visage. She stood up as mom approached. Claire gave her a big hug, but I had a feeling she just wanted to have her face pressed into mom’s barely contained tits. It seemed Claire was taking her whole new appreciation of women very seriously.

“Morning mom,” I told her, trying to hold a straight face, “That’s some interesting clothing you have there.” She blushed at my acknowledgment of her slutty clothing. She made her way to her usual spot at the table, sitting at one end. Amanda sat at the other end, with Claire. While I sat on opposite end with Nora, who seemed very anxious about eating at the table with us.

We dug in to Nora’s mind blowing breakfast. She made pancakes, ham and spinach omelets, hashbrowns, toast, and biscuits and gravy. I wasn’t even sure how the fuck she made the gravy, I wasn’t aware we had all these ingredients.

“Nora, how did you manage to cook all of this?” I looked at her in disbelief.

She gave me a confidant smile, “A slave must always be able to anticipate her master’s needs, therefore she must always know how to please with the tools she has available to her.” So basically, she is saying that she could be creative.

A while into the meal mom finally spoke, “Ahem… so um, Last night,” She paused, nervous to talk about this, “C-Claire you were really going to town on your friend last night.” Mom blushed. Amanda looked at her, eyes wide, she buried her face into her hands once again, embarrassed that her girlfriend’s mom heard her moaning.

“And same with you Zach, your blonde friend here was definitely…vocal about what you were doing to her.” Mom said to me. Nora seemed proud that others knew of her servicing me. Without skipping a beat, I responded to her.

“That’s right, and were you doing anything special while you listened to us?” I chuckled, giving her an even stare. Mom froze, her face, neck, and chest flushing red with embarrassment.

“I was t-trying to sleep of course, you kids were so noisy that it kept me up for a while.”

“Mom,” I gave her a serious tone, “Don’t lie to me, only bad girls lie, and are you a bad girl?” I didn’t break her gaze, putting the pressure on her.

“N-no, I'm not lying, and besides I don’t know anything about this ‘bad girl’ stuff.” She folded her arms, attempting to feign ignorance.

“If you say so mother,” I continued calmly, “I guess those words I heard by your door a little bit ago were probably just nothing, right?” Mom’s face went white as a sheet, “you were saying something like ‘oh my stud of son must fuck those girls so good; I wish he would fuck me’, or something like that.” Claire and Amanda were looking back and forth between mom and I. I could see Claire’s hand lower down to her crotch, subtly rubbing her self.

“Listen,” I tell her, “It’s fine if you want to perv on your kids’ sex lives, but it’s probably not healthy to sit around and jill yourself off all day.” I looked at her with a hint of fake concern.

The girls looked at me, wide-eyed, anticipating what will happen. Mom, with all her effort tried not to appear flustered, but I had her on the ropes.

“Please, mom, explain to us, what it is you are expecting?” I asked her.

Mom spent a few moments in thought as we continued to eat. I pretended like this embarrassing topic wasn’t bothering me at all, but in truth my heart was racing at what she might say.

“Honey,” Mom said after a moment of silence, “Do you know the last time I had sex?” I nearly spit out my drink at the bluntness of her question.

“How would I know? I never kept track of that.” I replied with exasperation.

“The last time was probably when you were 12 or 13,” She said to me, “I only had a few dates, and none of them went passed one night stands.” She explained. “ I finally gave up after a while, accepting that I wasn’t likely to find a partner again due to being a young mother of two, and also because of my long work hours.” She looked at Claire, Amanda, Nora, and I in turn, “Zach, you already know what I was doing. I wasn’t sure if you had caught me watching you two having sex the other night” I nodded, confirming what she said. She looked back and forth between Claire and I. “I’m just gonna come out and say it.”

“W-wait, mom, it’s not what you think!” Claire attempted to steer the conversation.

“Claire Bear, please let me finish.” Our mother responded. “All I know is that life around the house has improved greatly since you came home Zach.” She looked at me, “Claire’s whole disposition has changed for the better, and it seems to be directly related to you two fucking each other.

“Strangely enough, I'm okay with this. I think I'm okay with it, because it makes it easier for me to cross the same line that you two, who are brother and sister crossed. I guess what I'm saying… is that I need a cock in me real bad.” Mom looked at me, her seriousness evaporated into raw lust. Her eyes invited me to bend her over the table and take her right there in front of everyone present. She appeared to no longer be capable of holding herself back, no longer caring about what is and isn’t taboo.

“Are you sure you want this…Julia?” I asked mom, using her first name. At the use of her name, she shuddered, turned on by my acknowledgment of her being a woman first, and my mom second. “I'm thinking we just refer to you as Julia whenever we treat each other like lovers, how does that sound mom?” I asked her.

“Yes, sir.” Julia’s eyes became half lidded, as her breathing became audible.

I stood up, commanding Nora to clean the table of our breakfast. She quickly removed the plates in front of Julia and I. I walked over to her, where she still sat, looking up at me.

“Stand.” I calmly commanded her. Without hesitation she stood up. “Now be a good mommy slut and bend over the table, I wanna see that cunt of yours.” With a needy groan, she leaned over the table, placing her forehead against it while also smashing her breasts into it.

Lifting her skirt up, I wasn’t surprised to see she chose not to wear panties. Her lips were unkempt with hair, likely due to the lack of attention that it so desperately desired. I grabbed at her mound, causing her to jump, squeaking out at the surprise. Julia looked over her shoulder at me waiting for me to continue. She began to wave her ass back and forth, pushing back to try to get me fingers inside of her.

“Oh Julia, you just can’t help yourself, can you?” I asked her, speaking to her as if she was a little kid.

“N-no I can’t sir!” Julia moaned, “I just need your c-cock in me s-s-so bad.” Her body was shivering now at how badly she wanted me inside of her. By this point she was so sopping wet that she had begun dripping right on to the floor. So much so I would probably need to buy a wet floor sign with how often this seems to be happening.

I grabbed at her glorious globes of ass meat, making sure to properly knead them; get my fill of her fat ass. While she might be in her mid-40’s, she was still an extremely attractive woman. The thought that she hadn’t let anyone touch her for over 12 years just seemed like an injustice. How could she not flaunt her luscious curves, her DD tits, which still remained relatively tight, with little sag. Seeing her lustful gaze through the strands of her dark brown hair; those gorgeous bright hazel eyes, which I shared with her, finally made it too much for me to resist.

I took out my erection, noticing that it could likely be mistaken as a steel beam. I rubbed my entire length along her soaked slit, ensuring I was properly lubed up. Eventually, I lined my self up to her hole.

“Are you ready to get fucked for real, Julia?” I whispered into her ear as I leaned over her.

“Oh my god, please Zach, I need your cock in me right now, or else I might go insane.” She responded in between hot panting breaths. Julia seemed nearly manic with how much she needed this.

After hearing that, I took the plunge. In less than a second I went from tip to base; right into her tight – unfucked for a decade – pussy. It took a moment for Julia to register the orgasm that was about to slam into her. When it hit, her pussy constricted on me to an almost painful degree. She silently screamed as every muscle in her body tightened and spasmed. It appeared that Claire inherited the way she orgasms from Julia. Half way through the intense vice-like spasming of her inner walls, she began squirting out on to my legs. For the last few minutes, I had just stood there in awe, not even moving inside her. Julia was cumming so hard that it was impossible to do anything but wait it out.

Finally, she released that held breath of ecstasy, emitting a contented sigh. She seemed to deflate a bit, as all of the stress and worry in her muscles melted away. I had thought she was passed out, but suddenly, her hips began to subtly grind against me.

“Mmm… I don’t think anyone has ever made me cum like that, Sir.” Julia practically purred at me, rocking her hips in circles in order to grind my cock all around her pussy. “I need more. Please Sir, fill my womb with your hot cum!” I took that as my cue to grip her hips and begin sawing back and forth.

As I continued to slam into her cunt, she released guttural moans, full of deep satisfaction. Her fluids were still dripping down her legs, so wet that they had a nice sheen to them. A few minutes later I could feel my orgasm approaching.

“Alright Julia, ready for your prize?” I spoke into her ear.

“Yes sir, please I wanna feel full of your seed. Make this milf pussy scream with pleasure. My cunt is yours for the taking, anytime, anywhere; it just needs to be full of you.” She screamed out. Her words finally pushed me over the edge, releasing several hot ropes deep into her pussy. Julia was drooling a puddle onto the table as her pussy was spasming rhythmically along my cock, trying its best to milk as much cum from me as possible.

Moments later, Julia finally released her held breath, inhaling with a shuddering sound.

I looked up at Claire, realizing I had tuned everyone else out for a few minutes there. Claire was looking right into Julia’s eyes; she was mumbling something. She was saying something to the effect of “fuck that fat cock”, and “god I wish that was me”, she seemed lost in thought. Looking down I noticed that Amanda’s face was in the middle of Claire’s legs; eating her out. I pulled Julia’s head up by the hair.

“You see how much of a slut your daughter is?” I pointed Julia’s head at Claire while she was getting her pussy eaten. “Now I know where she inherited it from.” I hissed in her ear, smiling at her little groans.

“Oh sir, my beautiful daughter is getting off to watching her mother get fucked to near unconsciousness.” Julia seemed pretty out of it; her words slurred as she spoke. She was only half paying attention to what was happening in front of her, while her eyes would flutter and lose focus from time to time.

“Watch this.” I told Julia. Focusing on my connection to Claire through the Prismium, I pushed a command on to her. “Claire! Cum right now!” I ordered her.

Claire’s eyes went wide as her legs clenched around Amanda’s head like a boa constrictor. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as her eyelids began to flutter. Like every time before, she sucked in a large breath, then groaned as all of her muscles tightened and spasmed. Her face became flushed with the strain. With Amanda trapped between her legs, she got front row seats to the splash zone as she took the full force of Claire’s squirt.

Moments later after Claire’s orgasm ceased, she was out cold as per usual. Finally releasing Amanda, who was now able to breath fresh air.

“Nora, go and reward Amanda for doing a good job, for making Claire cum.” I commanded. Nora curtsied then crawled over to Amanda, pulled down the gym shorts, then plunged her face right into her slit. With a start at how quickly Nora began to eat her out, Amanda seemed pretty close to cumming herself; likely from Claire flooding her mouth with her slick.

I looked at mom, and she too was out cold. I felt she did a good job for her first time in maybe around 13 years. I figured I would let her rest for a bit, allowing me to admire her sexy curves.

Minutes later…

“How are you mom?” I asked her, gently stroking her hair. Finally coming to, she only smiled at me then sat up on the table. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in to kiss her deeply, in the way only lovers would.

“Zach, that was probably the best I had felt in over a decade. I feel so fulfilled, but I'm sure I’ll be coming back for some more of my son’s yummy cock.” She said, the last 3 words came out with a voice sweet as sugar, and sticky as honey. Looking as if she had released 10 years of stress, she mentioned she was gonna go soak in the tub.

“Oh, and no fucking on the couch.” Mom said, walking upstairs. I watched her ass jiggle with each step, I couldn’t believe I was just in that.

Turning back towards the girls, Amanda began to cum on Nora’s face. Nora didn’t stop slurping down Amanda’s juices until she collapsed as her orgasm ended. With that Nora stood up and came over to me, kneeling in front of me.

“Master, may I clean your cock for you?” She asked me. I realized my dick was still out, covered in my cum, and Julia’s juices.

“You may, slave.” I permitted her worship of my cock. I was pretty sure I must be dreaming at this point, there was no way I was actually getting to fuck this many hot women.

~*~

After everyone showered off and got dressed, we all sat back at the table.

“Alright Nora, I'm gonna attempt to put you back to normal before we start talking.” I told Nora. Reaching over to Nora I made an attempt to reverse this, but I was worried about what she would do once she turned back.

Taking Nora’s hand I closed my eyes, focusing on the spark of power I could sense in her. This is something I couldn’t feel yesterday, the artifacts are gaining power at a faster rate every day. I imagined grabbing on to that purplish spark within her, and began pulling. At first it resisted me, or maybe Nora was holding on to it, I couldn’t be sure. But given enough effort I managed to pull the gem’s power out of her. I saw that light absorb into the ring, looking back at Claire, the indigo gem flashed briefly.

Nora sat there for a minute, dazed. I was curious if she would keep her memories like Claire does. Suddenly she snapped out of it, her eyes focusing on me.

“I guess you are magic,” Nora gave me a wry smile which faded into a look of concern, “What happened to me? It was like I was still myself, but the way my feelings presented themselves… I-I felt like a different person, but also myself. Zach, I have no idea how you did all of that, so go ahead and start explaining.”

Choosing to stand while they sat at the table, I paced while telling them what I knew.

“Ok, Amanda, Nora, I'm sure you're thinking ‘What the fuck is going on with this family?’, and by no means would I blame you for thinking that… I guess I can start with the how.”

I told them how I came across the Prismium at the mall where some creepy shop owner sold it to me for cheap. Then I mentioned how Claire put the collar on because she wanted to see how it looked. They took this information with a surprising amount of calm, which I could only assume is due to the Prismium’s aura yet again.

“So, what you're telling me is… last night when you touched me, somehow you passed one of the collar’s abilities on to me?” Nora asked, cautiously feeling her way through this information.

“Yes, I didn’t know exactly how I did it, but the control I have is improving as time goes on. But all I can tell you is that I'm sorry I did that to you, and I can understand if you're mad at me.” I had not told them about my dream with Sapphira, I wasn’t sure how I would broach the topic quite yet.

“Fine, I’ll forgive you this once, but I want you to do something for me,” Nora smirked, “I want to try out a different gem on there.” She gave me a look that told me she would not budge on this.

“Fine… just let me finish my explanation then we can talk more about that.” I sighed, temporarily mollifying her.

“Now, Amanda, do you have questions for either Claire or I?” I said, turning to look at the tall woman.

“Well, I can admit that this is all strange, but I think I'm ok with this,” She said, looking up at me with a small smile, “I feel like without this, I never would have told Claire how I felt. Yesterday, I felt free for the first time in my life, I could just be myself, and Claire would stay by me no matter what.” Amanda was quiet for a little while, eventually she locked eyes with Claire. “It’s gets tiring constantly lying to yourself. I think that on some level I do enjoy some of my more tomboyish activities, such as working out at my boxing gym. It can be fun to intimidate guys with just a look, but it’s not so fun when other people will avoid you because of those same looks.”

I wanted to get to know her better, she seemed like she would have an interesting perspective on things.

“Going forward, what do you want to do Amanda?” I looked at her, studying her facial features, and I thought I was detecting a blush coming from her when we made eye contact.

“All I know is that I want to be with Claire.” She blushed as Claire gripped her hand in a show of comfort. “But, I also don’t mind getting to know you as well.” Amanda looked at me, a light blush on her face.

“Ok, well I guess this is a difficult subject that we’ll have to talk about now.” I looked at Claire, seeing that she recognized what I meant, she went to speak.

“My brother and I, also have a relationship,” Claire let those words hang in the air for a moment, “I don’t know how you might feel about my brother now or in the future, but it seems that these artifacts that are on us, they’re putting us on a trajectory towards a polyamorous relationship.” She glanced between Nora and Amanda.

“I don’t know about dating yet, but I know I want to keep fucking your brother for a while longer.” Nora replied to Claire, her usual bluntness front and center.

I decided that as soon as I got Claire alone, I would need to discuss my dreams with her, and work out how we would tell the other women. There was no way I could keep all of this info to myself.

“Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, what about Lara and Stephanie?” I ask the two teenage lovers.

“Oh, fuck,” Claire leans back, just now remembering that they too were going to be affected by the Prismium’s aura, “Yeah, Amanda and I might have to find a way to tell them about this. Lara is too perceptive; she’ll figure out that Amanda and I are together pretty quick.” Amanda rubs Claire’s back, attempting to comfort her from the anxiety.

“Also,” I turn towards Nora, “I think Carmen is being affected as well, so we may have to deal with that soon.” Nora seemed pensive at this. “Is something wrong?” I ask her.

“Well, it is sort of complicated,” Nora starts to look more nervous, “I told you I’ve known her since I was young. Well, that’s because she was my neighbor, and she helped me out of a difficult time. Because of that, I see her as a big sister in a way.” She trailed off, insecurity showing on her face.

“Well as much as I would like to say it’s fine to think like that, considering what I’ve done with my mom, and my sister. I understand if you are not willing to cross that line, but we will have to figure something out. I’ll be around her every weekday, and I can’t just quit the program, or else I'm back at square one.”

Nora nods at my point, but offers no other conversation on the topic. Assuming that we were settled for the time being, I looked around at everyone.

“Who wants to go to the mall and see if the creepy old man is still there?” I raise my hand, looking among them. Claire raises her hand, with Amanda right after. Nora just shrugs, her mood being a lot less playful than a couple minutes ago. I texted mom to let her know we would be gone for a bit, and to not burn the house down while I'm gone. She only sent me back the exasperated emoji, which made me chuckle.

~*~

Claire:

I sat in the back of my brother’s car, right next to my darling Amanda. I gave her the puppy dog eyes at any chance I got, making her giggle every time. Her large frame was so perfect for snuggling, not to mention her fantastic chest pillows.

Today was a hot one, and with Amanda not wanting to wear pants and her biker jacket out in this heat, she wore some of my brother’s clothing. I didn’t plan to keep her in them for long. I told her this morning before breakfast that she was no longer wearing that binder, I wouldn’t stand for her hiding away one of her most beautiful assets. She pushed back a bit at first, but I reminded her that if she wanted me to make her look pretty that she would need to let her womanly features shine.

“Hey Zach,” I get my brothers attention, “I was curious, what are the other gem colors that we haven’t seen yet?”

“Well, I think that only two haven’t been used yet, the yellow gem and the violet one.” he thought out aloud.

“Enough with the suspense, what do they do?” I say to him, sticking my head forward in between the two front seats.

“The old man only listed the violet one as ‘Bimbo’ and the yellow one just says ‘pet’. He told me that the gems can also physically alter you, and those two sound like they would be the most drastic ones.”

Interesting, now that I knew the ring could pass on one of the gems personalities to others, I was thinking of how hot Amanda would be as a bimbo. I wonder if it would make her breasts even larger, and maybe it would even lower her IQ a bit. Or it could just make her so horny that she can’t think straight. I was getting so wet at all of the possibilities.

~*~

It turned out that the mall was a waste of time; at least when it came to finding out more about this collar. This creepy old man that Zach kept talking about, had apparently died of a heart attack a few days after the last time Zach visited him. This was definitely not a coincidence, although, Zach said he was really old. Now we had a lot more free time, so we just started wandering the mall looking at clothing.

“Psst… Zach,” I poke Zach’s arm and whisper to him, “What do you think about this coincidence that the old man died so soon after selling you the Prismium?” Zach had a nervous look to him.

“Claire, whenever we get a chance, we need to talk, just you and me.” He said quiet enough so Nora and Amanda wouldn’t hear. What could Zach possibly be hiding?

“Hey Amanda, Nora,” I call out to them, “I'm gonna go to the restroom real quick with my brother!” I smile mischievously. I do this in the hopes that maybe Zach will give me a good spanking the next time he is able. My brother’s face goes red at the fact that I openly said that in a clothing store, oops. The two girls start giggling at my brother’s embarrassment. Zach walks off quickly, grabbing my hand, we exit the store.

“Sorry about that, I needed them to think we were gonna have a quickie in a bathroom stall or something.” I told him as he pulled me along. I liked that he was already holding my hand, I matched his speed to walk next to him, wanting us to look like a couple, at least for a little bit.

“Why is it that that you defaulted to, essentially, implying in a store that you're gonna go fuck your brother. I mean it did work, but I'm still mad at you.” Zach huffed, trying to oversell his anger towards me, I could still see a smile on the corner of his mouth.

“Spill the beans brother, I don’t think we have too much time. We can save whatever punishment you have for me for later.”

“So, the Prismium has been showing me a dream.” He started, pausing to check my expression. He always paused to check how people react, it was something he had always done.

“Go on.” I tell him.

“There is this woman, made out of crystal, her name was Sapphira,”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name.” I interrupt.

“She is somehow connected to these things,” he touches the collar around my neck, “she told me some information; important stuff that the old man should have told me to begin with, or at least what she said he was supposed to tell me. But anyways, that leads me to feeling as if his death and the appearance of Sapphira are linked.”

“Maybe he was the previous user?” I thought out loud.

“Sapphira told me that the wearer’s age slower as long as the Prismium is bound to them, this also would extend to their harem.”

“Wait! So, I was right about the whole harem thing.” I cut him off.

“Dammit, I'm just gonna have to tell you from the top.”

We walked down to the end of the mall then finally turned back around to walk back to the store we left the other two in. Zach managed to condense an entire exposition dumps worth of knowledge on to me. While I found it useful information, it was a lot to take in.

“Ok, so the Prismium will essentially form a harem around us, just by being around these people?” I clarified to him.

“It seems that way. She didn’t say if there was a limit to how many, but I have a suspicion that it might be 8.”

“That seems oddly specific. How did you think of that?”

“The only guess I have is that maybe they corollate to the gems in the collar. 8 gems, 8 colors just like a rainbow refracting through a prism.”

“Ok, so let’s just assume 8 for the time being then. Who do you think is already becoming bound to us?” I looked around, just to check how close to the store we were.

“So, we have you,” Zach said.

“Uh huh.”

“Amanda, Nora, and Mom are the safe bets. Putting us at 4. In the maybe pile we have Carmen – my boss – Lara, and Stephanie. Which brings us to 7. You don’t have any more hidden hot friends do you?” he chuckled. I just hit him on the arm, feigning indignity.

“To get back to what we were talking about, it is possible the old man was a lot older than he appeared. Passing the Prismium on to us might have finally brought his body up to speed with his age.”

“But he wasn’t actually wearing the collar or the ring. Was he?” I counter.

Zach furrowed his brows, “that is the odd part, I'm not sure how he was still alive when it was just him, not wearing the ring or collar, and I didn’t see if he had any harem partners.”

While I could say I was curious about this, I would admit I am quite distracted by all of the sexual activity going on. Having zoned out for a second, Zach was looking at me, waiting on me to speak.

“So… what do we do going forward?” I posited, watching Zach’s cute face.

“that’s the hard part about all of this,” he sighed, “If we keep the ring and collar on past the next moon cycle after this upcoming new moon, then we are bound forever.” Zach stopped walking for a moment, abruptly, I turned to look at him. “If we choose to remove the Prismium then they will all return to normal with full memories of the effects the magic had on them,” pensively, he added, “which means that those women will probably become incensed with us, regardless of whether we knew the Prismium’s power at the time or not.” Zach was fidgeting with his hands. I walked up to him and grabbed both his hands in order to steady him.

“Your dream lady said that the Prismium doesn’t so much as force these people into the harem, but more so ‘frees’ them,” I thought for a moment, “coaxing them magically does still seem like forcing, but at the same time if the Prismium is only supposed to draw in the people who would be the most likely to fit this harem, then wouldn’t it be inevitable?” I was never one to discuss issues of morality with my gal pals, I was used to deciding on something and not going back and forth on it.

“So, going forward then. Do we tell the girls about this and have them make the choice as a group? I do not think that we can just release whomever wants to leave, it’s probably all, or nothing. Even if we did a majority vote, who’s to say that the magic influence will just keep them wanting to stay together with us. With that logic we couldn’t even ask for their opinions if they are all just going to want to stay in this.” He gesture at me and himself, Zach was beginning to spiral, thinking about this was causing choice paralysis for him. I knew then and there that we only had one option. I stepped up to him and kissed him. I slid my tongue into his mouth, wanting him to be lost in this for just a second, I needed him to stop thinking for one moment. Zach finally seemed more calm as we broke the kiss.

“We keep the Prismium on; let it bind to us.” I said matter-of-factly, wiping the saliva from my lips. I now noticed that some of the other mall-goers were now staring at us, likely weirded out by our PDA.

Zach looked at me, paying no attention to the onlookers. It was if I was the only person that existed in that moment with him.

“Why do you say that?” Zach asked me, breaking the tension I felt.

“If we cannot rely on a moral choice, a vote, or to even have you try and think of another option. Then I’ll shoulder the blame for this, I will not remove this collar no matter what you say. I am choosing to take away yours, and everyone else’s choice. Now you don’t need to feel guilty, there is nothing you can do about it.” Zach stared at me for a long time, shocked that I just selfishly decided on the matter. I knew that by doing this I could let Zach think about the betterment of his future harem rather than if he should even have one. We needed to be a team, and if that meant I had to lift the blame off of his shoulders, then I would do it in a heartbeat.

Since I had put on this collar, my life has only improved, I truly believe that it has allowed me to live life as my true self. If I chose to believe that, then I will choose to believe that is how it will affect the others as well.

“Claire… I can’t let you do that.” Zach finally spoke up. He was searching my eyes for any hint that I may back down. I don’t think my own brother knew how much of a stubborn bitch I could be.

“This isn’t about allowing me,” I sighed with frustration, “I’m choosing to trust the Prismium’s magic; I know it will guide us to a better life. We both didn’t even know magic existed over a week ago, so how can we bring morals into this? The fact that we even have to discuss this should show that neither of us thinks this magic is here to hurt us. So, please just trust me on this, we move forward and take it one day at a time.”

Zach considered my words for a few moments. Finally, he looked back up at me and nodded, “Alright, so we just let the magic do its thing, and hang on for dear life.” Zach agreed with me. I looked into his eyes, trying to reaffirm to him that I would not budge on this.

We both nodded at each other, when I literally walked right into Amanda’s glorious mounds. With my face buried in the sweet valley, I found myself wishing that this was what all car airbags were made of.

“Did you have fun together in the bathroom?” Amanda asked me.

“No! Grumpy here didn’t wanna do anything because he was embarrassed about me saying we were going together out loud in the store.” I said, giving her a sulking look.

Nora went right to Zach and latched on to his arm, whispering something into his ear. Zach smirked and let out a chuckle, looking at me right after Nora spoke to him. I blushed intensely at this, unsure of how to act around Nora, since I knew her the least. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. Her honey blonde hair, perfectly framed her face. I also loved her bright green eyes… and her kissable lips.

“Claire?” Amanda poked my arm, getting my attention. I jumped as I was broken out of my daydream of wanting to kiss Nora. Now that Amanda had my attention she continued saying, “I haven’t found any clothes yet, I was hoping you would pick them out for me.”

I was so caught up in this talk with my brother that I had forgotten I wanted to get Amanda some cute clothes. My only issue was that my heart wasn’t in it as much by not feeling dominant. But I knew I could easily fix that.

“Zach, switch me back to domme please. I want to dress up Amanda, and I need to be in the right head space.” I asked Zach, giving him the puppy dog eyes.

Without a word he reached over and touched the collar. I felt the wave of dizziness come over me. As it faded, I felt the ember glow brighter in me, the need to make my Amanda look good for me. I smiled up towards her, grabbing her hand and leading her to another clothing store.

“Claire, we’ll meet at the entrance to the mall in an hour or so. Call me if anything comes up.” Zach called out to me as I drug Amanda along behind me.

~*~

The first store we stopped by; I was very excited for; it was time to get my girl some lingerie. Amanda’s face was becoming a different shade of red for every second we spent in this store. Asking an employee to get Amanda’s measurements. Finding out that she was in fact at the larger end of an E cup, I realized that her size would definitely be an issue for finding bras. Luckily this place did have her size, but the selection was rather limited.

Amanda stood behind me while I handed her lingerie that I wanted her to try on. After giving her a few different pairs, I told her to go to the changing room and try them on.

Amanda walked towards the back where the changing rooms were. I stayed behind, wanting to ask the employee a question.

“Excuse me,” I called to the short woman, “Would you happen to have anything a little more revealing for my girlfriend to wear?” The woman’s eyebrow quirked up at the mention of Amanda being my girlfriend.

“We might, although she is on the larger side so her options may not be that varied.” She said, flashing me a cute smile. I studied her face for only a second, admiring her gorgeous eyelashes, and her very straight teeth.

“Well lead the way, I would love to see what you're hiding from me.” I gave her a wink. As she walked ahead of me, I admired her cute ass in the tight leggings she was wearing.

“So, we do have this full lace set, it comes with the bra, panties, stockings, and garter.” She showed me three different colors, deep red, black, and a very dark blue. Going with the one I thought she would look the hottest in, I went with the blue. The woman picked out the right size and handed the set to me.

“I think I’ll purchase this right now; I want my girlfriend to be surprised.” I gave her a self-assured smirk. Before turning around to lead me back to the cash register, I caught her eyes scanning my body from head to toe. Giving my best smile I went to go and purchase the sexy lingerie surprise for Amanda.

~

“What’s taking so long?” I called to Amanda through the dressing room curtain. Finally finished with my business, I came to check up on my girl.

“Umm… I'm embarrassed. What if I look stupid in this stuff?” Amanda responded, her voice coming out with a timid tone.

I opened the curtain and stepped inside quickly, “Let me see sweetie.” My eyes must have popped right out of my head at the sight I was beholden to. There stood a beautifully tall woman, with strong legs, lightly tan skin, and tight abs. All of that was now amplified by the gorgeous black lace bra and G-string that I picked out for her. “Turn around, I wanna see that big ass of yours.” I commanded her, my voice breathy with lust.

After turning around, Amanda hid her face in her hands, while I groped her amazing ass.

“Does my little girl like it when mommy massages her tight ass?” I asked her, letting her feel my lust for her.

“Y-yes! I-I like it a lot,” Amanda stuttered out, “but we have to stop otherwise I'm going to soak these panties.”

“Good, soak them, we were gonna buy them the moment I saw you wear them.”

I slipped my finger into her pussy, pushing aside the G-string. She let out a small yelp, before covering her mouth to stifle her moans. Pumping my fingers in and out of her, she wasn’t kidding, less than a minute in and she was already Niagara Falls down there. I took out my fingers, causing a mournful whimper from Amanda at the loss of stimulation. I looked her in the eyes, as I sucked the pussy juice soaked fingers into my mouth, moaning at her delicious taste.

“Ok, try on the next set.” I told her, she looked at me, her eyes asking me why I stopped. “Do it now, or else you don’t get to cum until tomorrow.” That put her into motion, she quickly changed into a few more sets. For every set she changed into I would finger her some more in order to get her right to the edge. Every time I would stop, her pussy would try to follow my fingers as I pulled out. By the time she was done trying them on, I told her to wear the black lace and G-string set out of the store and I would get her the rest.

I used the money that Zach gave me yesterday to put a dent into the price of the expensive lingerie. I texted Lara asking her if I could use the card she loaned me for purchases. As long as I asked her, and usually if it was for clothing she would say yes with enthusiasm. I told Lara that I was dressing up Amanda, and that I would love for her to come over latter to see how cute I made her. Lara agreed emphatically as we set a time for around when I would be back home.

After paying for the lingerie, we went to a few more stores. Due to Amanda’s height and chest size, the clothing selection was limited yet again, but we found enough to keep her looking girly on the regular. I got her a nice white sundress with dark blue irises on it. She would look so hot wearing this with no underwear on. I made sure to get her some leggings and other skin tight shorts. I got her a few crop tops, and we even picked up some makeup for her. Without Lara, none of this would have been possible, so I decided I would allow her the first choice on how to dress up Amanda. Normally I might feel bad about using the card Lara gave me, but she was so blasé about it, and I was in a very different head space compared to what I would say was normal.

I pulled out my phone, sending Zach a text that we we’re just about ready to meet up.

During the hour that Zach and Nora split from the girls:

Zach:

“So, I need to ask you something.” Nora said to me, still walking alongside me in the mall.

“shoot” I replied nonchalantly.

“This thing with the… whatever you call it?” she tried to recall.

“The Prismium” I interrupted her thought.

“Yeah, that.” She sighed, taking a moment to think, “I just want you to know that, well… even if you didn’t have it, I probably would have still fucked you in the maintenance closet at work. And I also would have likely asked you out to the bar we went to.” I appreciated her candidness, but I had the feeling that wasn’t all she had to say. “That is what would have happened if you were just plain ol’ you.” Nora paused, her eyebrows furrowed, “I have a tough time getting along with people long term. My therapist has told me in the past that I have a hard time making connections because I'm afraid that if I invest any time into them, I will end up hurt when they ultimately leave me.” I was now stunned at how open she was acting with me.

“Where is this coming from, Nora?” I asked her.

“When you did that slave maid magic thingy on me… well, it was the first time I could remember that I felt a purpose in my connection to another person. When you said that you wouldn’t leave me, even if I messed up; well, for the first time, I actually believed you meant it.

“I'm so used to not letting anyone in past a quick fuck, and a couple drinks at the bar. When I was under the influence of that gem, strangely, even though I was enslaved, I had never felt more free.”

I didn’t know what to say to her. Nora turned to look in my eyes. Her eyes widened as she looked into mine.

“You’re crying, I'm sorry Zach, I didn’t mean to get all heavy on you out of nowhere.” She reached her hand up to my cheek and brushed away the tears.

“No, thank you for telling me that. We all come from different walks of life. Some of us are more broken than others, but this is a big reason why I wanted to get into the field of mental health. Sometimes people need to know that it’s alright to feel something, and if they can’t feel it for themselves, then I’ll do it for them.” I smiled at her, seeing it was apparently now her turn to cry a bit.

After walking a bit more we came up to the entrance of the mall. I had suddenly had a thought about something Nora said.

“Just to be clear, your therapist isn’t Carmen, right?” I asked, figuring that may be a conflict of interest.

“No, but she recommended me to this lady that she knows quite well, I’ve been seeing her for a couple years now.” Clearing that up, we stepped out of the mall into the open air.

~

After our little heart to heart, we stopped by Nora’s place to get her some spare clothes. She had remarked to me that her place felt weird now, different since our date.

Claire sent me a text saying they were getting ready to head to the mall entrance.

“Looks like it’s time to go pick up my sister and her girlfriend.” I told Nora. She gave me a smirk as we walked out her front door, she locked it, and we moved on.

~*~

Claire:

Meeting up with Zach and Nora after the hour and a half of shopping, he scoffed at Amanda holding several bags of clothing, while I walked ahead of her.

“We need to stop by the sex shop” I told Zach.

“Why?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“I promised Amanda I would fuck her with a strap-on.” I offered no more of an explanation than that.

“Where is this money coming from?” Zach asked, incredulously.

“Lara.” Amanda and I said simultaneously, used to the question by this point.

Zach just sighed. “Alright, come on let’s get going. Mom texted me, looks like we are going to need to explain the Prismium to her once we get home.”

I groaned, knowing that we were going to need to do this for everyone going forward, it was a tedious task, and I just wanted to get to the part where I stuck the strap-on up Amanda’s hot n’ ready cunt.

“Alright, we might as well give Lara and Steph the lowdown as well” I told him.

We made our way to the car, putting our copious amount of bags in the trunk of the car. We headed off to get that strap-on.

Zach told us that he had been to this store before when he bought all of those various toys, so I had asked him if he could go in with me.

“Take Nora with you, should probably get to know each other. I’ll stay in the car and have a chat with Amanda.” Zach said, looking in the rear view mirror, right at Amanda. I saw her blush at his attention.

“Alright fine; come on Nora, lets ditch this popsicle stand.” I said, pretending to pop an imaginary collar that I didn’t have.

Inside of the sex shop, well it was actually pretty well kept. They probably had to work extra hard to fight off the stigma that these stores were all seedy, dirty places full of sin.

“So do you know what size you are looking to get?” I turned around to Nora, as she asked me that question.

“Oh, do you know about strap-ons?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I’ve used some a couple of times.” Nora said nonchalantly.

“Like, as in you pegged other guys?”

“I’ve only pegged one guy, it’s kinda rare to find a lot of dudes into that stuff,” She chuckled thinking about something, “But no I’ve mostly done it with other girls.” Nora walked on through the store after dropping that information on me. I could only wonder if maybe she was leaving breadcrumbs for me. Maybe we could DP Amanda with some strap-ons.

I needed to regain my focus, I couldn’t let myself get lost in these fantasies while I'm out and about.

Finally catching up with Nora, I saw that she was comparing different styles of strap-on.

“Do you like this more realistic, flesh colored one, or this pink ribbed one?” She asked me.

“I’m not sure, this is the first time I'm buying these.” I told her. An idea popped into my head, “Why not just get both; I'm sure we can find a use for two strap-ons.” Right after saying that, Nora gave me a wicked little smirk, her eyes looking down at my ass. I had to admit, even though I was in “domme” mode, Nora clearly had way more experience than me. Going forward I would need to ask if she could teach me her ways.

Deciding to get both of the strap-ons. We went to the counter to pay for them. The clerk at the front was an old woman. She looked like she absolutely did not want to be there, but she seemed to perk up as she saw us coming towards her.

“What can I do for you young ladies?” Her voice was gravelly, the kind of voice you got from decades of smoking cigarettes.

“Just gonna buy these.” Nora set down the strap-ons on the table.

“Looking to get busy tonight huh?” The old lady ribbed me, laughing.

“I guess we’ll see. Between the two of us, I think I'm much more of an anal slut, so maybe I’ll go first.” Nora teased, pointing at me and back to herself.

The old woman chuckled at this, ringing up our purchase, and placing them in discrete bags.

“you two have fun, and don’t be shy about coming back,” the old woman cleared her throat, “Repeat customers can get special deals.” The way she said that creeped me out a bit, but I just wanted to hurry up and get home.

Although, I suddenly remembered that I would need to speak with my friends when I got home, and explain how they were being enchanted by a magical collar. Hopefully that would end well.