Freya ran over her plan one more time. She had a meeting with Emma and Brianna, the girls who ran the school newsletter. That was not a metaphor - they had asked to interview her for a piece they were doing, and from the tone of their invitation, coupled with their recent behaviour around her and her subjects, Freya suspected they had realised, to an extent, what she was doing. What they knew, and what precautions they would correspondingly take, she had no clue of, so caution was warranted, but she was confident that she would win out. She always did.

She put on a cheerful façade as the door to their small office swung open and Emma greeted her. The short, slightly mousy girl was about the perfect stereotype of a newsletter head, with light brown hair in a messy bun and a slightly nervous demeanor. She even had her glasses on a chain, for goodness’ sake. By contrast, Brianna, sitting at the desk behind her, was her near opposite: a tall, powerfully-built Polynesian girl with a shaved head. The rumour was that she had done a stint at the newsletter due to a lost bet, and had unexpectedly fallen in love with the role, deciding to stay on permanently.

After she had shaken hands with both of them, Freya took a seat on the near side of the desk, Emma moving to sit next to Brianna. The taller girl kicked proceedings off.

“So, let’s get down to business. We have good reason to believe that you have been systematically gaining control of students and staff throughout the school, and making them do your bidding and enjoy it. We suspect that said bidding is often sexual. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Freya affected outrage. “What in the name of the 13 Hells are you talking about? Why would you ever believe I would do such a thing? You had better have some plausible evidence, or else I will be filing a claim with the school for harassment!”

The reporters’ faces betrayed nothing as Emma spoke up, just as firm as her partner despite her overall demeanor. “For a start, I’ve sensed traces of enchantment magic across roughly half the girls in our cohort. Your magic, specifically. It was clearly still affecting them in many cases.”

Freya winced internally. She should have kept a better eye out for meta-mages - those who could sense, identify, and in some cases manipulate others’ powers - before now. Still, she had come prepared enough that her plan would hopefully not be detected, and if she played her cards right, she could stall the pair for long enough for it to come into action. She spoke up again.

“Are you confident of that? I will admit I do not know the extent of your powers, but I understand it is quite the feat to be able to identify the source of magic down to the individual. And do you have any objective recordings of this? I would like to examine them myself, if so - otherwise, it is your implausible claim against the more likely possibility that you mistook some of the auras - or, for that matter, that you are lying. Not that I wish to assume that, but I would say that the prospect of you creating a scurrilous story to increase your engagement and standing certainly seems more likely to me than this nonsense.”

The pair exchanged a glance, and Emma walked over to the filing cabinet in the back of the room, producing several sheets of spell-paper from a folder within. Before she showed them to Freya, Brianna spoke up. “You may look at these, but do not touch them. If you do, we will assume you’re trying to interfere.”

“That is reasonable. I promise not to touch or interfere with these in any way.”

Emma laid them on the table. They showed several of Freya’s subjects - Haley and Maria; Grace, her maid; and Cass, head of the student council. All of them had shimmering purple auras surrounding their heads, the exact colour of Freya’s hair. The images gave a facsimile of what the magic as it would be to observe, shifting in shape and texture slightly. Freya looked up, meeting the girls’ eyes, deciding that the lie would best be enhanced with some truth.

“Well, yes, I will admit that I have used enchantment magic on these four - with their consent, I hasten to add. For some of them, if you really must know, there has been a sexual dimension to it; however, just as often, it has been as practice for my skills, in order to keep them fresh. But four girls, enchanted with their permission, does not add up to a conspiracy, let alone a so-called harem.” That was technically true. Haley and Cass had agreed, if somewhat reluctantly, to be enchanted from the get-go, and Maria and Grace had acquiesced on subsequent encounters. Freya was perfectly willing to count “four out of four” as “some”, and she had indeed treated some of their sessions as practice. She continued. “How about all the other people you claim to be under my spell? Do you have recordings for them as well?”

Brianna shook her head. “Spell-paper is expensive, and we haven’t had the time. But Emma swears she’s seen that same aura around plenty of other girls.”

Freya shook her head. “And, once again, how confident are you? Are you certain that she has not mistaken someone else’s aura for my own, or that she was not seeing traces of my magic rubbing off on others? I do keep quite a broad social circle, you know.”

Emma looked annoyed at the accusations, but kept her cool. “I am confident in my identification of your magic, including the extent of your influence. But fine - let’s discard that for now. We have more evidence.”

Brianna took over. “We’ve got recordings of some of your girls talking about what you do.” She waved her hand, and a silver orb appeared above it. Two voices emanated from it, which Freya recognised as belonging to members of the cheer club.

“Honestly, I wanna be mad at Mistress Freya, but I just can’t be. Getting all of us at once was a masterful use of magic.”

“Yeah, I get you. Sneaking a mantra into a cheer, getting our own spells to backfire… and the orgy afterwards was a nice bonus, y’know?”

“Oh, gods. Seriously, how did She make servitude feel so worthwhile?”

The recording cut off there, and Freya mentally chastised herself once more. Again, it was not irrecoverable, but she had perhaps indulged her ego a bit too much by going for all of the squad at once. Still, she should not have to wait too much longer.

“And where is the proof that this conversation was not a set-up?” she demanded. “Maybe you got them to say all that - or they have something against me, and let you overhear it.”

Brianna gave in to the jibe somewhat, and Freya could feel her mental defences slip a little. “Will you stop calling us liars?! That was a real conversation, alright? And while it could have been them making it up, it’s a rather specific scenario, especially given how Emma did see your magic on both of them. Maybe they’re trying to get the message out - a plea for help.”

Both reporters started prodding at Freya for more details, trying to make her slip up. She kept her composure, insisting they had no concrete proof, and jabbing back to rather more success. As the conversation circled back on itself for a third time, Freya noticed the directions of her opponents’ gazes, and decided to spring her trap.

“Look. You want to know my opinion? I believe that the pair of you are envious of those I choose to spend my time with. You wish it were you, rather than my friends, who I was taking to my rooms and under my wing. That is understandable, but you need to accept that, rather than concocting outlandish tales about an enchanted harem.”

Both girls immediately reacted.

“What?! That’s ludicrous!”

“I’d rather not spend a second longer with you than I have to!”

Freya smirked at them. “If that is the case, why have you both been ogling my chest for the past minute?”

Emma and Brianna blushed and stammered as they realised that that was exactly what they had been doing, not realising they weren’t doing anything to stop themselves. Before either of them could come up with something coherent, Freya continued.

“Oh, it does not bother me - I wanted people to see this, after all.” She gestured towards her cleavage, which she had left exposed, with a subtle attractor spell placed over it to draw in their gazes. “But if you are going to be staring, the least you could do is be honest about your motivations. Or look away, and show me that you aren’t envious of those who get more.”

“Well… I…”

“Uh…”

Drawing their conscious attention to their predicament only left them more vulnerable - both to the spell, and to Freya’s words. Were they attracted to her? Did they want more?

“Good girls,” she cooed, and their minds were set. Yes, they did want more - to see more, to feel more.

“Well… let’s not be so hasty…”

“Yeah… maybe we overreacted…”

“Could you show us more?”

“We’ll be good…”

Their eyes were starting to glaze over as Freya’s hold on them strengthened. She pretended to mull it over, although she already knew what she would say.

“I suppose I could… on a few conditions.”

“What are they?”

“I’ll do anything.”

“First, you will cease this investigation immediately. Destroy any physical evidence, and stop listening to any rumours you hear about me.”

Both nodded, and Freya slowly unbuttoned her shirt, casting it aside.

“Second, you will acknowledge me as your Mistress. You will obey me in all things.”

They would have done so regardless of their wishes at this point, but both nodded eagerly.

“Of course, Mistress.”
“Anything You say, Mistress.”

Freya undid her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free. Both reporters started as if to move towards her, but she stopped them with a gesture.

“And third and finally, you will serve as my spies from now on. Any rumblings against my actions, you will report to me, and attempt to deter.”

More nodding, this time accompanied by slight whining.

“Very good. Now you may tend to me.”

Both girls lunged across the desk, each beginning to pleasure their Mistress. Freya allowed them their reward for a while, but was not feeling like anything more for herself right now, and so eventually peeled them off. They both knelt before her, with slightly drunken grins across their faces. Freya stood over them, deciding not to get dressed quite yet.

“So, who else knows about this investigation? Who tipped you off; who have you been talking to?”

Brianna answered. “No-one, Mistress. We started investigating because of some overheard conversations, and kept it secret - we didn’t know who might be in Your thrall.”

“That is a relief. I am sorry I had to lie to you before, but you were unenlightened until now. The first task I will have for you, to further our cause, is to destroy your evidence, as I said. However, before that… Emma, how do you feel about Brianna?”

The brunette spoke in a dreamy voice. “I’ve got a massive crush on her, Mistress. Had it for ages. I think that’s why her friends got her to join the newsletter; to torment me; but she’s a really good friend even if we don’t become anything more.”

“And Brianna, how do you feel about Emma?”

She adopted the same tone of voice. “She’s amazing. She was half the reason I stayed at the newsletter to begin with… I’ve been slowly falling in love with her since we started working together.”

Freya smiled. Her instincts - and those of her informants - had been correct. This would be a perfect reward for their subservience - a true reward, not one for a desire she had created.

She started getting dressed again. “So, I shall leave momentarily. When I do, you will both wake up, and once you do, you will affirm your mutual attraction, as much as you want. Once you are both satisfied, you will destroy all your evidence for my activities, and will then continue about your days as normal. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” both voices said.

“Good girls.” Now fully decent, attractor spell dismissed, Freya walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. Lingering slightly to ensure all went well, she smiled as she almost immediately heard the sound of kissing. As she returned to her rooms, she started feeling pleasure emanating from her mental link to her newest subjects, suggesting they were proceeding rapidly to sex.

Cass was waiting for her, at her request. “Who’d you enslave this time?” she snarked.

“Emma and Brianna. They make a cute couple, I believe.”

“Well, I guess someone had to give them a push, even if it involved robbing them of their autonomy. Now, are you gonna drop me or wha-” She was cut off as Freya kissed her, melting her mind away. “Eager, eager,” Freya murmured, moving to rub Cass through her panties. “You are growing to like this, are you not? Now, how have your own duties been going?”

Deep in her mind, she could feel the reporters climaxing as Cass began to deliver her report, still writhing under her Mistress’ fingers. Making shy girls into couples, having all the cute girls at her fingertips - honestly, she could not have asked for a better life.