The London nightclub scene was as rife with glitz and glamor as much as any other metropolis, putting on stylish light shows that could put evenings in Paris to shame. And the more exclusive the clientele, the fancier the lighting and glorified atmosphere, which is where many celebrities could be found, defining fabulous people living their best lives, at least for those who wanted to be seen, even in VIP sections.

In the middle of a hotter-than-normal London summer, one celebrity in particular made it a point to keep her appearance less recognizable to a certain degree. Emma Watson of the Harry Potter fame was in hotter-than-normal straights with multiple moving violations, speeding through London as if auditioning for the Fast & Furious franchise. One infraction away from having her license permanently suspended, Emma made it a point to carry less revealing clothing as back-up. Her entourage and publicist tried to encourage and moderately-enforce curbing her driving habits, but the actress seemed incorrigible about it, believing she could get away with driving at whatever speed she wanted while avoiding speed traps and other law enforcement tricks that had caught her before. Her publicist even considered getting her a therapist to find out why she was willing to repeat the same offending behavior over and over again, but Emma made it clear she was vehemently against the idea, and no one in her circle was willing to press on it further with her.

Clubbing with her entourage after a while, she'd slipped away to visit the restroom, only to slip into an outfit tucked away and unrecognizable from what she was wearing before, honestly yearning to get a quick drive in around the streets, and slip back to the party as if she was away for fifteen to twenty minutes. Changing from a spaghetti-strapped nightgown into jeans and a light, long-sleeved jacket, no one recognized the woman slipping away towards the back exit, helped by pulling her hair into a ponytail and wearing sunglasses and a face mask.

Quietly excusing herself away from everyone else, she made it to the back parking lot where a rented red Lamborghini was waiting for her. The actress was giddy with excitement, already filling the wind in her hair as she sped down the sparse streets. She stopped short just a few meters away from the car, the wind taken out of her daydream as she saw the door to her car open, and a figure already sitting inside it.

"Who in the bloody hell do you think you are" came the indignant question from Emma, who gasped a little bit to find the figure emerging from the car, already taller than the actress, but towering over her in designer high heels. The taller woman was a stunning brunette wearing a black, strapless dress with decorative red streaks running across it to match her hairstyle. Deep green eyes greeted her as invitingly as the wide, crimson smile acknowledging her question with a knowing grin that gave nothing away yet except satisfaction.

Emma placed her hand on her hips to keep an indignant air about her, despite being impressed with the newer presence.

"I would say I'm just a fan, but that wouldn't be completely true," the taller Englishwoman responded with a seductive lilt, seating herself atop the bonnet of the red sports car, crossing her legs, poised to lean her back against the glass as if she owned the vehicle.

"Whoever you are, you're trespassing on property that doesn't belong to you. I suggest you move before security does that for me."

"I'm Hannah, but you can call me Goddess Hannah," she gestured to Emma with an extended hand that made a small flourish that looked like an attempt at spell-weaving; neither acknowledged the attempt despite the fact that Emma's obscured eyes followed it for a second longer than she expected.

Scoffing and digging comments should've followed with encountering a woman giving herself such an inflated title. Emma had met many people who could politely be called "strange" in her career, and Hannah would've certainly been one of them if it weren't for something about her that gave off...she hesitated to call it an air of subtle superiority, but it seemed appropriate with her stature, poise, stare, and intent causing light butterflies to flutter in the smaller woman.

"And according to your rental agreement, you don't own this beautiful car either, Emma. But you do own several points on your license, which weighs on a few concerned parties, like your publicist."

Emma's hands gripped the hips just a little tighter upon the revelation.

"Serena put you up to this? Well, she just lost her biggest client."

"I seriously doubt that."

"And why is that, Miss so-called Goddess?"

Hannah's smile never faltered at being curtly addressed.

"Because despite the part of my agreement with Serena to not mention whom sent me or why, it honestly won't matter by the end of this."

"And what the hell is this, some half-assed enforcement or intervention from some knighted psychiatrist?"

"Somewhere in your guesses lies the truth, Emma, though being knighted would make me a 'dame' - Goddesses ascend beyond that."

"Goddesses can slip into hellfire for all I care. Move or I can arrange that for you," she pulled out her phone to begin to call someone, willing to risk revealing her attempted driving to get at this domineering annoyance. Experienced finger movements to call her bodyguard slowed as something caught her eye, namely the long black penlight Hannah produced from her person starting to wave it in Emma's direction with a flourish matching prior hand motions.

"Now I know how cliche this might seem, dear, waving a 'magic' wand at someone who's made a career out of waving magic wands, but I'm curious if you had any technical advisers on set for all those movies you did when it came to your wand."

Hannah spoke clearly and succinctly as the wand continued to wave at Emma, something almost laughable were it not for the pitch and timber altering with seductive ease while the end of the long penlight slowly lit itself to a vivid green focal point. Emma's thumb hovered over the send button, clearly confused at the 'technical adviser' assertion as her curiosity was appropriately-piqued.

"And by technical advisers, I mean were there any magic users on set that helped make your performance and use of magic look authentic. Because you are a brilliant actress to make viewers believe in the illusion of your skills. And your acting brilliance is even greater if you've performed your craft without even believing there is such thing as a craft of magic."

The green glow of the penlight was potent enough that traces of it seemed to leave trails of green hanging in the air; Emma could only assume it was a trick of the eyes as she found it incredibly hard to look away from the light. There was a draw, an inexplicable comfort to it, made easier by the compelling tone Hannah was using. Or it was Hannah's tone that created the draw, segmenting senses so ears could simply focus on the spoken words enchanting her as her eyes stayed on a point equally illuminating. No matter which turned about to be the case, one fed into another and stole the rest of the world away from Emma.

"If this is your first time encountering magic, now you know why the practice has enthralled so many fans over the years, why it has made so many eyes, ears and minds devoted to every spell cast. But as you follow the light, and the words spoken, now you know the subtleties involved with real magic. A captivating force weaving itself into your very being in the course of a conversation, altering the listener according to the designs of the speaker, a thoroughly deeper delving into the whole than just silly words like 'imperium'. Words are magic in of itself, and your being simply lusts for the christening spells I cast over you that send you off into a world of my making, where magic needs not leave the tip of my wand for it to take hold of your eyes, filling those lovely brown with a longing for green. Because you can feel the green permeated by the spell of my words, the sound of my voice shaded in the color you are utterly lost in."

Emma easily found truth in what Hannah was saying, stilled and spellbound except for the light dragging of eyes and neck muscles to follow the green penlight, pulled closer to the tip by the hypnotic tones lowering every defense and thought prior to the direction given to her mind. The actress couldn't mind at all the parting of her lips, the languid arms that fell and dropped her phone, her sinking posture kept upright only by Hannah's graceful magic. Not even the celebrity worry of being caught in such a compromising look by paparazzi could take Emma away from the realm Hannah developed just for her.

"And you will find that this magic is so much more personable then the kind you've acted and adapted. No need to act as it adapts to your every breath, every passing second and soothed thought. No need to extend any effort to adapt to the magic of Goddess Hannah; all you need to do is watch, listen and obey, Emma. Just watch the light, listen to my words, and obey Goddess Hannah."

Emma's lips made the most monumental effort to try to form the words circulating in her brain, barely brought to life after being dormant for what could've been days to her dazed mind. A soft chuckle from the hypnotist made Emma blush, knowing the voice was pleased with her effort.

"Just keep thinking it, Emma, over and over, and let your lips come to naturally move to utter it, to whisper it, to make it the core of this magical world you inhabit."

"O....ohh...ohhhhbb-bey.....G-goddesssss....Hhhhhannahhh..." she managed after several long minutes of trying.

"Very good, my dear. Keep going as we explore this magical world, as we explore you further." Hannah rose from sitting on the car to approach the hypnotized actress. Holding the penlight close to her face, she made the green glow intensify a little more, allowing it to leave a flickering trail of glinting green streaking behind.

"For some reason, you love to driving at high speeds. You must find it exhilarating, the wind in your hair, the control of a powerful engine in your hands, driving yourself wherever and whenever you want, as fast as you can manage it. I completely understand the appeal, Emma. However, haven't you noticed by now that it keeps you in an endless loop that draws eventual dissatisfaction?"

The pen drew a wide circle for Emma to follow, repeating the same loop over and over and over again, strangely feeling everything that drew the speed-demon to the thrill of law-breaking driving. But incremental disappointment showed on her face with each loop, until the listless smile shrunk to a confused expression, held back from the appeal as the experience grew stale.

"There's nothing surprising about it, there's nothing fun about it after a while. Somehow, doing it over and over gets boring; a rising expense outweighing the profit of joy. And what's worse, the more you do it, the more trouble it brings, where you find you are restricted from enjoying the ride. Because you love the ride Emma, but you need to learn how to love it the right way."

Emma's enchanted mind stood on pins and needles for what was to be the right way.

"Learning to love it the right way requires a change in direction, Emma. You must find a different direction to take."

Hannah helpfully informed her of the secret to happiness not only with words, but with altering the path of the penlight so the trail only slightly deviated, creating a circular path parallel to the large circle.

"It may seem imperceptible, this small direction you take, but where it leads you will be so very profound."

The trail moved in smaller and smaller circles, revealing itself to the a spiral forming right before Emma's eyes. Hannah took a slow step back, and Emma followed, wanting to stay as close to the circling light as possible.

"The distance to the path gets closer, and closer and closer. Follow it, let it lead you to the core of your pleasure, Emma."

The trails drew hypnotized eyes in smaller and smaller circles as both bodies made it back to the Lamborghini, until Emma found herself faced with a bright green spiral, spinning and glinting at her, only trumped by a pair of twinkling green eyes behind it, and a pen that pierced the spiral to make contact with her forehead. Emma gasped as the wand pressed the magic through physical contact. Glassy eyes rolled into the back of her head and she was even more open and receptive to the magical explanation.

"This is your core, Emma. This is your engine, what drives you. Magic drives you, teaches you that the true thrill of is not driving, but being driven. You are driven to the magic of Goddess Hannah. You are driven to every word she utters, every spell she bestows, every revelation she uses to reshape you to my liking."

"Driven...driven to obey...Goddess Hannah," she muttered orgamsically.

"Very good, sweetie. Now. Come with me, to the passenger side. That's it. Good girl, slip into the seat as easily as you've slipped into my influence."

Hannah guided the lolling actress to the appropriate seating, fastening her seat belt. The moaning sounds coming from the back seat of Emma's rental was Serena the publicist, who'd found Hannah when she was expecting Emma to go out joyriding; Serena merely found the joys of real, bewitching magic, just like her client. Hannah gingerly moved to the driver's side, slipping a hand towards the cheeks of her evening conquests; lusty groans elicited at Hannah's touch, their own engines purring before Hannah turned on the car. Despite the roar of the powerful car engine, she giggled more at the feel of two others being driven and geared towards obedience. No one inside the club or out on the street noticed who was driving the sports car, or knew that the only drive Emma was aware of came directly from Goddess Hannah.

***

Next to a lit fire place in the top Avery London hotel sweet, a pair of long-time lovers turned haremites kissed and fondled each other in loose sweats on a bearskin rug.

"Sabrina," Kendra complained at how well she was being stimulated with a knowing hand under her shirt. "Hang on, I wanna watch this part." Straddling her normally-dominant girlfriend, Sabrina found it amusing to watch Kendra try to watch the nearby TV upside down. And just as Kendra was entertained by one of the streamed Harry Potter movies on the TV, the topping girlfriend was entertained by all the physical buttons being pushed to distract the incredulous TV watcher. Flicking nipples and grazing skin with phantom-light touches distracted Kendra enough to set her up for Sabrina's other hand reaching to paw at her thighs and even closer.

"D-damn Sabrina, I'm trying to watch the hot part," the dancing harem member groused, only half-convincing of the touches to her body being unwanted as Kendra's hands made no effort to even playfully swat the roaming hands away.

"I thought I was the hot part," Sabrina groused back, leaning down to make her lips pout against Kendra's pulse.

"If I have to get up and dance for you, you'll most definitely be a hot part. A hot, unmoving, inanimate, objectified part, made solely for my pleasure or Goddess Hannah's pleasure," Kendra threatened with a sultry hiss.

"Promises, promises," joked, but feeling wet due to the prospect of being a statue or stripper pole for Kendra to dance around.

"And speaking of promises..." a familiar voice spoke from the suite's doorway, and both heads turned to see their Goddess Hannah and two new human toys to play with. Sabrina and Kendra got on their knees to greet their hypnotic Goddess, smiling heartily at the redhead holding shopping bags in one hand, and her glowing pen light in the other. Two pairs of vacant eyes filled themselves up with as much of the green light as they could, leashed to it, crawling on their hands and knees to keep it in sight. Their bodies were stripped down to bras and panties, wearing ball gags and placid faces. Normally Sabrina and Kendra would've kept their focus totally on Hannah, but glancing at the new pets made Kendra especially stare more and more at the newcomers, trying to figure out why one of them looked so familiar.

An audible gasp filled the space between everyone as Kendra recognized the younger of the leashed pets. Sabrina looked at Kendra who was shocked, and then at Hannah's Cheshire grin before staring down at the face of a ball-gagged Emma Watson.

"Holy shit! You got Hermione?"

"I got Emma Watson, Hermione will be coming soon," stated Hannah, leading the crawling slaves closer to the kneeling couple. "But either way, Happy Anniversary."

Both women looked at each other before giving a "how did you know" look to their congratulator.

"It's been an official year since you two have been together, and as maybe the sweetest couple I know, that's worth celebrating," Hannah walked up to two of her original haremites, stroking their hair, watching them preen against her hands like contented, domesticated cats.

"Thank you, Goddess," the soft appreciation was uttered in unison.

"You deserve congratulations too, Goddess Hannah," Sabrina closed her eyes to soak in her owner's touch. "I've never felt closer to Kendra or anyone being under you. I've never felt so loved and fulfilled, serving my Mistress girlfriend and magical Goddess. All of this feels like the perfect dream I never want to wake up from."

"Keep obeying me, and I promise the dream will never end," Hannah bent down to chuckle in her ear, giving her a kiss on the cheek before raising up to see Kendra's body begin to sway the way she did at the beginning of dancing to charm someone.

"You keep impressing us, Goddess. Not only does that mind mesmerize like crazy, but it finds the capacity to keep such a good memory," Kendra crooned, making Hannah smile at how her second-in-command was speaking as a mesmerizer and submissive in the same breath.

"Minds are such powerful machines, more complex than any microchip or supercomputer on earth, more magical than even those making fortunes off of magic give themselves credit for." Running the designer heels across Emma's body, Hannah, Kendra and Sabrina watched the actresses eyes roll back into her head in a way all three wish were in the movies.

"You certainly prove that, Goddess," Kendra looked up at Hannah's green eyes shimmering with glee and more, having to look away before she got lost in them, instead turning her attention to the prostrated celebrity. "But I still can't believe you added fucking Hermione Granger to your 'quick trip of errands.' But now it makes total sense why you didn't just hypnotize our suite slave to do it for you." Kendra gestured over to the suited man standing silently and dreamily next to the bar, waiting to take drink orders at a moment's notice.

"Yeah, I doubt our dear Reginald here could've asked Emma to come here as nicely as I could have," Hannah chuckled again, setting her shopping bags down on the nearest couch and sitting to slip off her heels as Emma and Serena knelt on both sides her, still fixated on the tip of the pen. She grinned brightly as Sabrina moved of her own volition to crawl to the seated Goddess to start massaging her feet.

"Oh, thank you Sabrina, you read my mind. I love those heels, though they do tax the feet a bit," she petted her slave's head, leaning back as Sabrina added her lips and tongue to the foot worshiping, kissing all over, licking the soles before and after massaging them carefully with practiced fingertips.

"And speaking of mind-reading, did you leave the Harry Potter franchise running most of the day because you wanted to bring a sexy piece of it home," Kendra questioned, approaching Emma to make sure she wasn't a lookalike or some passable substitution.

"Also correct, Kendra. It took me a while to think of a gift to get you two. What do you get for the slaves who have everything their Goddess wants them to have? The answer was you get them what they haven't told you they wanted."

Kendra chuckled to herself, smiling at how it hadn't escaped Hannah's noticing that she'd often watched hot scenes in media wherever they gallivanted off to at Hannah's whim, including the Bellatrix/Hermione scene that was a favorite to the dancer.

"I don't suppose Helena Botham Carter is your next trip," Kendra asked with curiosity and hopeful mirth.

"No, she's not in town," Hannah spoke, removing her feet from Sabrina's care unexpectedly, brushing her big toe against Sabrina's cheek hearing a wordless complaint. She walked up to the bar and whispered something to Reginald who moved straight away to prepare several drinks. "But truthfully, it's hard for me to resist being, or playing the temptress myself when a hot scene presents itself."

Kendra wondered what she meant by that, but was even more confused, intrigued when Reginald produced a tray of four glasses of sparkling champagne. Two of them were the normal, light tan color, but the other two bubbled normally under a light green color.

"Uhh, Goddess?"

"Yes, Kendra?" Hannah asked with a knowing smile.

"Uhhh...what are those green drinks?"

"What does the Harry Potter aficionado haremite think they are?"

Kendra thought for a second as she couldn't take her eyes off the oddly-colored libations, and found it harder to believe the answer.

"Polyjuice potion? I mean, that's impossible...that's...but that's-"

Kendra's rationale began to melt as a deft hand pulled her chin to look up to fall under Goddess Hannah's gaze, green like the prepared drinks, nourishing to the mind ever-thirsting for her hypnosis. "This feels like a good time to remind my loyal slave that under my power, anything is possible. Anything is possible, isn't that right, slave?"

"Y-yes Goddess...anything....is...possible," Kendra agreed with lovingly-helpless agreement.

"Indeed it is, as I will demonstrate."

Hannah reached behind Serena's head to remove the ball gag. The young publicist registered something whispered into her ear, and her lolling mind was taken back to earlier in the evening, close to Emma's car, starting from there and ready to walk a path to where Emma reportedly was; as much as she wanted to trust her clients, some reckless impulses made her behave as though they were rowdy teenagers needing to be caught in the act to stop them. All the worrying she had for Emma vanished under a spotlight of sparkling green, where a woman bearing such a color in her eyes made her feel like an important celebrity, like she was deserving of all the pleasurable trappings. Pleasure became a distilled disposition in Serena's mind the longer she stared at the woman with the musical voice. She had so much trouble remembering the name, even as it echoed deep inside her, or perhaps it was just the inability to speak as her lips trembled and forced itself to move.

"Goddess Hannah," she muttered after moving her jaw and lips around, gaining movement after the gag was removed. The name carried meaning, connecting recent past to the beguiling present staring down at her with that same smile. Free to move of its own volition, it curled into a smile as Serena refocused on Hannah's gaze again.

"Good girl, Serena. You remember so well. You remember everything I told you, including how you would notice your inner desires bubbling to the surface."

Light head nodding told Hannah and Serena that it was true, that things she never knew she wanted were coming up from someplace deep inside; as well as Hannah knew her from a single encounter, she suddenly trusted the redhead to tell her what those desires were.

"You had no idea you could find a woman's foot so attractive, but as you find your gaze moving towards mine, it starts to make more and more sense why you are so attracted to them."

Glancing away from green eyes towards the owner's pretty feet seemed accidental, as if a strange mistake. But there was no mistaking the flush of something fluttering and fulling her insides with pleasure as she paid attention to them.

"Pretty toes, smooth arches and soles, unwrinkled skin atop and around the ankle, everything about them magnetizes your senses, it makes you want to get in closer, and begin to suck on my toes especially. Do you feel that urge in you, Serena?"

"Yes, Goddess Hannah," Serena heard herself utter, mouth already imagining wrapping itself around her toes.

"Then indulge, Serena. Suck on my toes, and found out how nourishing they are, like a drink you can sip appreciatively on."

Serena felt blessed in not having to move as toes slipped past her parting lips and gave her passionate purpose, sucking the beautiful toes of a Goddess. Pleased sounds uttered from her mouth, surprised that it took over twenty years to find out about this deep-seeded fetish in her, and how the one to uncover it permitted her to fulfill the hedonistic dream.

The taste of Hannah's toes went from a satisfying salty at first, but the taste became a little sweeter, tangier as the suckling found more liquid involved. Blurry eyes caught sight of what could've been Hannah pouring a green drink down her leg for Serena to catch, but what she saw mattered little compared to how delicious everything about Hannah's toes tasted.

It lasted long minutes, but the feet eventually pulled away even though Serena was far from satiated. Mere seconds after removal, she was suddenly glad as something like champagne with huge bubbles filled her stomach, and popped to deliver a strange sensation across her whole body. It was dizzying, but thankfully not nauseating, whatever was happening, and Serena cradled herself on the floor, shutting her eyes, waiting for the spinning of the room, or of her body chemistry to stop. Moments later, the change ceased, and Serena felt normal again, though very different. Blinking, it was as if she was emerging from a dream, looking up at Goddess Hannah, and at a few other feminine faces, one of them in-particular looked very, very shocked.

"Goddess Hannah," she questioned, looking at the redhead with guileless mirth filling her expression.

"No, no not all. I think 'just plain Hannah' works for you." The Goddess pulled a mirror out of a nearby purse, and allowed Serena to see the changed self - she'd turned into a Hannah lookalike, down to the red hair and green eyes. But there was something duller about each color, something more diminutive about the new body. Serena subconsciously knew she'd become a submissive version of the magician.

"Now, entertain me Kendra. Show me what it would've been like if I were the sub, and you the irresistible woman you are now."

An incredulous-looking Kendra took a moment to recognize the given command, but looking between the two, the desire to obey plus the boost to the ego to reach an impossible height of seductive conquest pushed her to strut her way to the newer redhead. The plain t-shirt, navy sweats and white socks looked less and less causal them more Kendra undulated herself in-front of the confused, transformed woman.

"You don't know what to make of this situation, do you?" Kendra bend her torso down from a standing pose to pull the face close to hers. The dulled green in Serena's eyes made Kendra's light brown ones open wide with glee, taking more of the low suite lighting in. Heads of the women facing each other nodded with confusion and sympathy.

"Everything you know has changed right before your eyes, hasn't it?" Kendra looked away to start dancing, keeping a hand atop the identical red-haired head as she moved, dragging Serena to spin in a gentle circle to follow her.

"It's like the world is spinning, and you need to anchor yourself to someone, right my pet Hannah?" Kendra spoke boldly, almost afraid to look in Goddess Hannah's direction, to see if she was going too far for the harem owner's taste. A cursory glance she couldn't help told her the main audience member was very much enjoying the show, which fueled her efforts.

"Yes..."

"Yes Mistress Kendra," came the immediate correction.

"Yes, Mistress Kendra."

"Good, anchor yourself to Mistress Kendra, the only thing you can focus on, the only thing you'll want to..."

The erotic dancer in Kendra made a slave out of Hannah's clone with deft, liquid hand movements and rolling hips that loved to grind the front of Kendra's pants against redheaded Serena's face. The world still gently spun around Kendra, but the wild, raw, primal dance that Kendra took on, grabbing gently at Serena, tossing a leg over one shoulder, then another, almost wrestling her to the floor and pinning her down, it was like watching a beautiful predator get revenge on another predator who'd bested her before. Straddling the helpless prey under her who wore the face of a magical conqueror was surreal, which fed into her beginning to disrobe, to treat the t-shirt inching above to show her bare body like a towel or shawl, something to slip between breasts and wrap around her neck, replacing the previous magic collar with something more tangible, tighter.

The submissive Hannah looked surprised and mindless, mouth wide open before Kendra used her fabric leash to pull her up to fill her mouth with flesh and nipples.

"Oh, good girl. Please your Mistress Kendra. Anchor yourself completely and only to my body. There is nothing else."

"Nothing else," the slaved redhead tried uttering at Kendra's chest with her mouth full.

"Look at me now Hannah. GAZE into my eyes," Kendra uttered, using the same triggering line Goddess Hannah used the night they met. So high on her own dominance, she was willing to risk triggering herself to stare in Goddess' direction and interrupt her momentum; fortunately all she could feel was the command she was still acting on, dominating the submissive clone.

Green-eyed Serena looked deep into Kendra's and felt more influence flooding into her as she obeyed and took in the intense color. The way Serena gasped made Kendra gasp too, both women suddenly aware of the impending mutual climax. As much as Kendra's felt throbbing in turning the tables even on a fake Hannah, she decided not to prolong the inevitable.

"Slave-Hannah, GAZE into my eyes, and release for Mistress Kendra NOW!"

Both women screamed at once, rocking against each other as their loins mutually screamed too. It took more than a minute to come off her high to notice, but Kendra heard clapping coming from Sabrina and the real Hannah, who absolutely loved the show put on for the latter.

"That was great, Ken!" Sabrina said, leaning down to kiss her perspiring girlfriend who released Serena and moved to cuddle with Sabrina against the couch.

"Thanks, that was incredible, and still unbelievable."

"And a perfect little test to show its effectiveness," Goddess Hannah replied, taking her own potioned liquor in her hand, drinking it down to the last drop. In the last gulp, Hannah breathed in a few deep breaths before she started to feel the change within, while snapping at Emma's vacant head a few times, bringing a part of her back to life...

***

Emma blinked herself awake as she found herself in a dark, vacant space, a void with nothing around but her. She felt naked for some reason, like she was stripped down to her underwear, but she was sure that she was still fully clothed somehow. Looking around, she searched for something evident of where she was before. Was she banished to someplace by some evil force? Did she cast a spell by accident or some other mishap that brought her there? Or was it something in her head to make her think magic was a culprit to where she was?

The last question put her at odds with everything she thought she knew. Strange notions of a club and a car she wanted to drive before were put out of her head the moment she heard an echoing voice from somewhere in the void reaching her. The name Emma felt like a trick, something to connect her to an inaccurate past or identity. The name Hermione sounded right, right in a way that washed away any anguish or worry tied to it. To the young sorceress, it was like there should've been a reason to worry about what was happening, but she was robbed of the ability to care about it. Though she sensed some kind of danger, she actively had to fight the urge to smile, to fill how wonderfully at ease she felt just standing there, just being Hermione.

"Don't worry about your friends," a woman's voice spoke from behind, making her turn. A redheaded woman in a strapless black dress stood smiling, though standing like an intentional illusion, especially as the smirking lips hadn't moved to speak. "They won't be involved. The boys will be elsewhere."

The grin turned devilish as she covered her face, and ran it over her hair as her appearance began to change. The long red hair changed to wild, frizzy dark curls. The short black dress turned into a longer-sleeved velvet dress with a leather corset at the front. And the face deeply resembled that of the witch Hermione feared above so many others, yet behind the happy menace usually plastered across her face, there was a subtle depth of seduction that confused the younger magician. It was as if Bellatrix had...seductive designs on Hermione, but meant to get there through some sinister route.

"I want to have a conversation with this one, girl-to-girl." Lips actually moved to match the words being spoken, but the boisterous tone spoken right to her face filled her with something excitable...something she tried not to think of, at least before she produced a wand from her bodice. But muttering from what looked like a scared younger sorceress turned out to be much more strategic as the magical tool floated the short distance between the two into Hermione's hands. She backed away and held the wand threateningly at her Bellatrix's face, immediately questioning the gained advantage as her move was met with a seductive smile.

"Clever girl you are, catching me off-guard like that. But what pleases me more is your impatience for what's to come," that excitable element in Bellatrix's voice grew stronger as the witch placed her hands on her hips, unwilling to make any kind of move or quick incantation with her lips.

"What's to come is an end to this madness, now!" The loud proclamation echoed through the hall, followed by a giggling reaction.

"Wrong on the most amusing of accounts," was levied back. "The madness has only begun, that unpredictable wildfire of events is already underway, or it will be once you light that spark."

The wand holder's hands shook a bit as the tip of the wand turned a glowing green, the spark the wand's owner spoke of. The urge to drop the wand came and went as giving up the advantage was unacceptable, even if it glowed as if reacting to her instead of extending magical energies on command like it was supposed to.

"Thank you for lighting that spark. But since you're still so battle-ready, keep your focus on what magic will come for it next. Don't let the predetermined outcome dissuade you of action, especially when you shall prefer what comes."

The witch calmly began walking away from the wand, circling her prey who followed her every movement. The green glow seemed to pulse even brighter, as if regularly responding to breathing or speaking patterns or the steps taken between them; whatever the cause it grew nearly blinding to the wand holder while Bellatrix's voice distracted, sulfurous to the fight yet to be ebbed away in Hermione.

"Stop moving!"

"Stop following me then, though we both know you won't. Like the hands of the clock spins around and around, the passage of time is naturally taking us where fate wants us, with me leading, and you following. It's perfectly natural, even as you advance to where I am, following the path witches like me have set for budding magicians like you."

Even as the rest of the world when away with a constant spin, the need to focus on her wood-be attacker kept her surroundings and the friends she meant to save irrelevant. The wild spirit of the witch seemed to merge with the tone of someone else, some kind of possession with a huge demarcation of attitude, gentler and even soothing. Combined, Hermione felt the strength of Bellatrix's oppression behind a velvet topping brushing against her senses, making her lean into all the circular movements and piercing words.

"But then again, maybe I am underestimating a talent like you. Few can manage to hold a wand as powerful as mine, let alone bring it to life for your bidding. And I can see why you bid that light that's flashing in your eyes. You've barely noticed anything else but me and that green, setting the cadence for where we are to be. Your participation towards our destination has struck even me. I can feel your magic, even in my eyes now..."

The circling stopped as the witch turned to face her prey again, hypnotic green eyes glowing at the bewildered, glassy set. Pulsing green reflected a glassy brown like a knowing smirk reflected parted lips at a total loss of words.

"Can you see what you've done to me, talented one? Can you look deep and see what your power and will have done? You wanted this. You wanted to fill my eyes with that color. You wanted to see the spell you have wrought in me. That means you want what's happening to you now, the peering of the depths of your magic, making you what you've always wanted, floating in a state that liberates and enslaves simultaneously. You've cast a spell on me to bespell yourself, and you have succeeded. Congratulate yourself, gaze deeper now, and listen carefully..."

Bellatrix's ensorcelled, or ensorcelling eyes blinded Hermione from most of her thoughts, the screaming of her will quelled below a whisper. The hypnotic green seemed to allow her to think of how it used to be preposterous that she could ever want what she was getting. But everything suggested to her was coming true, and no amount of listing spells of manipulation could keep Hermione from believing that she hadn't done this to herself out of some strange desire finally being fulfilled.

The grip of the wand grew weak in her hand, barely able to let it slip through her fingers, but just enough that she could bring it to her face. Looking away from the green eyes was only manageable as the world became tinted in green as the green tip of the wand closed in on her face. Hesitation stopped the wand from contact just inches from her face, the last vestiges of fight in her. Peripheral vision showed Bellatrix just smiling, patiently waiting for the inevitable. As strong as Hermione's remaining will was to keep her hand stationary, neck muscles betrayed her as they grew weak enough to let her face fall forward, bringing her forehead to the tip.

A loud gasp filled the hazy space between both, the smirking woman catching the other under her arms. More spoken spells turned the limp body loosely upright, standing at a relaxed attention until outspread arms made her body into a Y shape. She muttered or moaned something else, swearing she heard the word "seduzir," before chains attached themselves to her wrists, and clothes fell away until she was down to her underwear. She looked down at her attire change, then bit her lip at Bellatrix changing her usual look to lingerie, a black bra, panties, garters, hose and heels. Stroking the length of her wand back in her hands, she whispered something herself, and the wand grew in length until it transformed into a crop.

Circling began again, though louder with the loud clomp of high heels against marble. The free hand ran across Hermione's exposed body when it wasn't smacking the crop onto her palm, the sound of impact striking her mind before her body was granted the privilege.

"Every spell from now on will have a profound...impact upon you."

SMACK

Her ass was struck, and she mewled loudly.

"Every spell that strikes will ripple all over your body."

SMACK

"Aaahhhh..." she sighed heavily from the strike to her belly, the weight the chains more pronounced as she wanted her hands free to stimulate, to act on implanted sensations.

"Every spell that strikes will ripple across your skin, and deep inside you."

SMACK

Her left thigh rumbled from the impact as it traveled down her leg, and up between her legs.

"Every spell that strikes will press paramount buttons on your body, rocking you to your core."

SMACK

The right nipple felt the crop teased right before the hard contact, causing a babbling sound to echo the smack, waves of the spiking impact indeed filling her core with carnal wishes only the dominatrix Bellatrix could provide.

"Every spell that strikes will extend to the ethereal, to your ancestors, or whatever successors I allow you to have."

SMACK

Hermione shut her eyes to absorb the painful pleasure, to watch pangs of it strike her parents, grandparents and beyond. It started to upset her to see her adult children succumbing to such carnal torture, and her eyes popped open in protest, meeting the hypnotic gaze anticipating her anger. The emotion was smothered in green depths, the pleasure of the hypnosis connecting even deeper with the pain.

"Every spell that strikes will extend to every version of you in the great beyonds, even the ones who would look upon the sorceress you were as a mere act, the way I look at you."

SMACK

SMACK

The crop connected with each facial cheek, reddening the flesh and widening her eyes for more power to flow in and seize control.

"Oh, I see her now in your eyes, and actress. A convincing thespian profiting over playing sorceress...but, what's this I see?"

Looking deeper with her glowing gaze, Bellatrix explored Hermione until she could see a familiar alternate.

"Ah, another you quaintly named Emma, the actress who seems bored with her talents, who wishes she was a race car driver I assume, getting a high off of speed. Such interests bore me."

The witch brought the crop to tease the tip of the chained woman's nose, smiling evilly.

"But fortunately, I can alter such interests through my lovely little conduit here."

SMACK

The hard smack and magical gaze sent Hermione far into herself, until she could feel what Emma felt.

"Hear me, enthralled entertainer," the compelling voice somehow how grew more sultry, increasing the body temperature in their space. "Your absurd need for speed is little more than a trivial pursuit, chasing something that will never please you. But do you know what will please you, Emma?"

"What?" the voice responded and identified with the name, desperate to know what the hypnotic witch was saying.

"You don't want speed." SMACK "You want to accelerate relinquishing control."

The smack and command combined fused into an opinion she felt was her own, until it made complete sense.

"You don't want to press the breaks." SMACK "You want to break away from what never truly excited you."

Stopping what was happening felt as impossible as trying to speed into the changes being made. All she could do, all she wanted to do, was to wait for a command to follow.

"You don't want control behind the wheel." SMACK "You want the control to be mine, to be the vehicle driven by my will and whims."

Nothing made more sense than the truth freshly-implanted in Emma's mind. She was nothing but a vehicle for Bellatrix's pleasure, even if the name of her controller sounded...strange.

"You are in my control Emma, my car, the newly-acquired property of Goddess Hannah."

SMACK

And like the last component in a fixed chain righted itself, hearing Hannah's name brought everything into perfect harmony, as if completing an acted out script with the happiest of endings for her manually-driven mind.

"Yes, Goddess Hannah."

"Good girl, I can tell how close you are, how much you need it. And I want you to look deep into my eyes, and promise me that your speeding habits cease now, because Goddess Hannah says so, the only justification you'll need."

A poignant stare captured her and made Emma nod.

"Yes Goddess Hannah, I promise...mmmmm..I promise to..oooohhh....cease speeding...to give you control...mmmmm...control of it....of me...." Emma managed to get out, feeling something brush gently against liquifying flesh.

"I believe you."

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

The last strike made the actress shriek loudly, enough to fill the entire suite, enough that a noise complaint could be made. Hannah stifled it with a long kiss, letting the screams deposit into her mouth before the kiss grew enthusiastic and Emma came off her high.

"Take a bow, Emma," Hannah commanded standing at Emma's side, both bowing to loud clapping from a Kendra, Sabrina, and the hypnotized waiter able to enjoy some semblance of the play the real magician had put on. Stuck in an inspired Y shape for so long, an appreciate sigh left the actress' body as she could let her tired arms rest after the imagined chains kept her fixed for so long.

After a few rounds of applause, Hannah began to remove her Bellatrix cosplay outfit as Kendra skipped over to a winded-looking performer.

"Thank you for ruining Harry Potter for me, sincerely," Kendra hugged.

"You're very welcome, that might be the theme of this little trip, besides promoting road safety."

"Obeying traffic laws never looked so sexy," Sabrina commented, joining the two hypnotists.

"Only under Goddess Hannah ordinances."

The trio laughed as they moved to the sitting area where Emma was snapped into a deep sleep next to Serena where both could recover.

"Any chance at a spoiler for future events as long as we are here?"

"Sabrina," Kendra shook her head.

"What? I literally cannot wait to see what's next."

Hannah smiled, looking directly at Sabrina who helplessly stared back.

"What's next, Sabrina," Hannah asked with genuine curiosity, wondering what would erupt from her slave's mouth without programming.

"I...obey...Goddess Hannah...."

Sabrina was snapped awake to receive a kiss on her forehead for her excellent answer, even happier to see she'd been lowered to kneeling to receive it.

"Honestly, all this was impromptu," Hannah admitted. "I wanted Emma, of course, and wanted to lighten her lead foot for hers and everyone's safety, but the Harry Potter stage-play was spur of the moment. If we're going to keep this theme up, I can think of a few ideas for this trip, including a meta one."

"Meta?"

"Let's just say, before we leave the continent, a certain relevant, toxic authoress might find the kind of magic she writes about is enchantingly real. And then finding herself very generously supporting the humanitarian causes she hates."

"Now THAT'S a happy ending I would like to skip ahead to," Sabrina praised.

"In due time, Sabrina," green eyes mesmerically flashed. "Just like Emma, she'll see the light shining on the error of her ways in due time."