Dalton Avery's appearance at one of his own hotels wasn't a rare occurrence, but it was rare for him to come in the main entrance, capturing the attention of all the staff on-sight. Not making a show of it like his daughters, he strode through in a navy blue business suit, an assistant on-hand on her phone conducting his business, and nods and smiles to extend to his employees. The women on the staff especially appreciated a glance and smile from his direction, with him being a former playboy that aged extremely well, with salt and pepper hair, a baseball player's physique, and handsome features that netted him his own small harem on occasion. The manager walked through the lobby to meet him and keep up with Dalton's pace as they went over his itinerary.

"Is everything prepared for the emergency meeting?" He asked calmly.

"Everything you requested is already set and ready," the manager happily relayed.

"And my suite?"

"That's also ready for you," or ready in a sense that some contractors finished their work for something special to happen after the meeting.

"Excellent work," Dalton complimented, something he rarely gave the hotel manager. Few knew that despite the laissez-faire front he could put up, he could also have his Howard Hughes moments of paranoia that made him a difficult employer, whether the source of it be annoyingly-public messes caused by Danielle and Deidre, or another hotel chain looking to dethrone the Avery name and standing. The manager didn't dare question his high spirits, but rather soaked them up while he was still there.

"Oh, and before I forget, there's going to be having a few...internal inspectors roaming the hotel," he absently recalled. "Be sure not to interfere with their duties."

"Of course," the manager agreed, a slight tinge of fear hidden behind professional poise as he didn't know what the hell an "internal inspector" was supposed to be. If this was the catch to catching his boss at a good time though, he'd take it. Peeling off from Dalton's walking path, the manager allowed his assistant to step up and hand his cellphone, the ringing in his ear lasting only for a few seconds before someone picked up.

***

"Hello Dad," Deidre almost answered her cell in her trademark tone of contempt when it came to speaking with her family, though she always employed a lighter touch when it came to her father. There was more of a ghost of it in her tone, spoken from a light-headed disposition. "Is it time already for the parolee check-up?" she half-joked, fighting the urge to yawn reactively.

"Hello to you too, Deidre. It is quite convenient that the 'parolee checks' as you call them should coincide with board meetings I would like you to attend yet again, like the one I'd like you to attend today. Would that be a possibility for once?"

There was an audible pause, followed by a long sigh on Deidre's end, telling her father she was already in the middle of a meeting she considered important herself. Dalton assumed she was at a spa, maybe even one in the hotel; she arguably was, sitting on a plush couch, vacantly staring at nothing, eyes occasionally rolling back as Dazzling's fingers stroked the back of her neck playfully, giving her pleasurable incentive to respond as commanded. Soon Deidre would be more than happy to behave however the hypnotist wanted independently, but after all it took to bring her down, and with another subject soon to be on her hook, she kept her influence hands-on.

"I think that's possible," Deidre spoke, stretching luxuriously to aid in the ruse while her Mistress smiled. "I think so too, for you Deidre," she quietly cooed in Dalton's daughter's free ear. It was tough to keep the sounds she wanted to make from a full-body shiver to herself, but she obeyed, which caused more tremors she had to suppress.

"When it is?" Deidre inquired.

"In about an hour," Dalton informed her, his own tone lightening at the sound of his youngest accepting an invitation to participate in the family business for once. "If your sister happens to come as well, I assume that won't be an issue, will it?"

"If I can play good daughter for an hour, I suppose I can play good sister while I'm at it," Deidre's honest feelings bled through the trance assertively, just before a shimmering amethyst pendant appeared from above, asserting to her with gleaming facets she followed as it lowered to eye level, twisting to show the facets as slowly as it rose back to eye level, stealing away all the emotional assertion Deidre just levied into the phone.

"I'm very happy to hear that for once, Deidre."

"I do like to make you happy on occasion," her tone lightened again, hanging on the edge of bliss.

"Then I'll see you in an hour at the central hotel."

"I'll be there. See you soon, Dad."

As she ended the call, Deidre let her neck muscles finally loosen as her head craned back to rest in the cushions and get a better view of the amethyst. A playful giggle preceded her neck being brought back to the upright position.

"Good girl, Deidre, but you don't get to sleep just yet." Eyes fixed on the amethyst, it barely registered to her how her own hand was being risen to grip the jewel's chain, until she found felt the strength to move it in her own hands, and bring it closer to her face, just above eye level as she wanted.

"Yes, just like that. Find every colorful flash of light like a soft command I give, or a sensual touch that rewards your obedience, because obedience feels so damn good, doesn't it?"

"Oh yes, Mistress."

"Excellent, than it will feel perpetually good to say this phrase, over and over until it rings in your head, and guides you for the rest of your day, or days if you're lucky..." Dazzling added wickedly before important words became echoed and totally absorbed.

"A Dazzling Lady has me swayed,
A Dazzling Lady must be obeyed."

"A Dazzling Lady has me swayed,
A Dazzling Lady must be obeyed."

"A Dazzling Lady has me swayed,
A Dazzling Lady must be obeyed."

The remaining slaves except for Gerald were set next to or near Deidre, hearing the mantra that became the only thought they needed, encouraged to join in and start a soft chorus permeating the office. Even Ursula felt a little bit of it while focusing on the next part of Dazzling's plan.

"So is the next step to wait for daddy dearest while dreary daughter is priming herself for specific suggestions?" Ursula asked.

"Were it not for the little elevator kerfuffle, yes. But now I'm thinking a few more steps are necessary," Dazzling responded in a considerate tone.

"'Kerfuffle?' I call that ingenious how you trapped her there and got her back like you did."

"Fun as that was, having elevator control from an office rather than basement maintenance or some other mechanical place has me a bit curious. Something like that smacks of paranoia at best to me, and I doubt that's as far as someone so concerned would've gone. If someone's willing to go that far, what other measures have been installed to try to stop intruders, or threaten workers?"

"How can we be intruders if we're invited in?" Ursula nearly trilled in her accented voice, catching Gerald's attention with a lone finger dancing before his eyes.

"Also true, but I think now is a good time to get a much more informed lay of the land, while we still can."

"That is a good point," Ursula admitted.

"Of course it is, dear apprentice," Dazzling claimed haughtily before laughing. "And since you agree, what do you think the next step should be?"

Ursula's finger never stopped leading the hapless Gerald in every direction it wanted, but it confused him deeply as several other fingers joined in to create a dizzying pattern, paving the way for suggestions to easily slip in.

"It's so easy to follow now, Gerald. The easiest thing in the world to do. The only thing in the world to do. It doesn't matter how many fingers you follow; you just follow. It doesn't matter how many words you hear to obey; you just obey. And as my fingers bring you down deeper..." fluttering fingers floated downwards, drawing his eyelids down, until the rose abruptly to snap in his face, drawing eyes up and his eyelids shut.

"...my words bring you even deeper down," she smiled at his ear. "As you tell me where the main security room is in this hotel..."

***

A suited man named Breslin walked along the hotel corridors, trying to look like a man casually searching for the right room instead of like the secret service. The ruse made little sense to him; there were more effective ways to blend in or hide necessary equipment like earpieces, but the client wanted things done a certain way, and unfortunately his employers acceded to almost every demand. He would've considered breaking those rules if he wasn't assured of the threat they were monitoring, whoever they were supposed to be, weren't classified as non-lethal; that aspect piqued everyone's curiosity. And the rumor going around that what they were really after was some 'crafty hypnotists,' was of course laughably-absurd. Breslin was sure that had his employer known that was their target, easy money or no, they wouldn't have taken the job.

He laughed to himself about it for what seemed like circling the corridor for the hundredth time. Before he could text to their central security that nothing was going on yet again, he nearly ran into a panicked-looking member of the concierge, almost running around the corner.

"H-hey, sorry. Are you one of those..." she said breathlessly.

Breslin took a deep, annoyed breath, almost ready to pull his taser out and shoot a staff member by accident; oddly enough, they were allowed to have taser guns on this job instead of real firearms. The woman's name tag read "Sharon," and he waited for Sharon to catch her breath and say what had trouble leaving her mouth.

"Y-you gotta see this. Somebody....somebody's doing something...like uncontrollable...."

She ran back in the direction she came from, and Breslin followed to a room that had been closed in his last few rotations. Sharon and Breslin entered it, and Sharon revealed a woman sitting next to the bed on the floor, stripped down to panties and stockings, bra laying nearby as she stroked her breasts in one hand and pushed the material of her panties aside to stroke her folds. Her head was lolled against the bed, moaning something over and over.

"The fuck is she doing?" Breslin replied incredulously.

"Whatever it is, it's like she's dreaming and won't wake up from...whatever the hell this is," Sharon uttered, confused.

Breslin caught himself starting many seconds longer than he meant to. The hottest porn he could remember didn't hold a candle to this, as there was something genuine and driven about the lewd woman's performance that actors couldn't fake. He could barely make out the breathless words, only picking out individual words that sounded like "dazzle," "sway," and "obeyed."

"How do we even call for this?" Sharon asked, looking around.

"Maybe a hypnotist," he muttered under his breath, texting central to report at least that wasn't boring.

"Speak of the hypnotist, and she shall appear." Breslin didn't have time to turn in reaction to the phrase, a hand with fluttering fingers appeared out of nowhere in front of his face, speaking quickly about following the movement of fingers, connecting them to the erotic stroking the real Sharon on the floor was doing with her own fingers. The hypnotist was lucky one of the first hotel staff members she could find was about her size, borrowing her clothes, glasses, and mind for the perfect subterfuge. Too dazed and spontaneously aroused to act appropriately, Breslin let the act continue to drag him down until a loud snap shut him down.

Dazzling gently guided Breslin to fall back onto the bed, letting his tired mind rest, giving incentive to stay rested with hot words that freed his animal side, freeing a straining arousal fueled by the everything going on around him, especially the sounds of the two women. The one with the more dazzling voice encouraged him to indulge and stroke himself, gradually, and slowly increasing speed until he was primed to release. But like Sharon, he could only edge until commanded otherwise, and edging would aid in driving his surrender deeper into his mind.

"And now that you're in a better disposition for questions, indulge me while you indulge yourself. What's your name?"

"B-B-Breslin..."

"Breslin, a strong name, for a strong erection. Keep stroking, and keep answering my questions; both will increase your pleasure."

"Okay..."

"Why were you walking the halls like you were, Breslin?"

"Patroooo-ugh...."

"Answer me clearly Breslin, you need that pleasure."

"Patrolling!"

"Why are you patrolling? Are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes..."

"...you mentioned a hypnotist. Are you waiting for a hypnotist?"

"Yes...mmmmmmmmm...."

"Who hired you? Who's your boss or client?"

"....."

"Don't stop now, Breslin. That hot breath next to your ear, you'll feel it on the tip of your dick too when you give me the answer I want. But the longer you take to answer, the slower that hand gets, the less pleasure you feel..."

Extremely uninterested in any reduction of pleasure, he blurted out Dalton Avery's name, partly due to the hot breath on his cock, suggestive of an implied blowjob Dazzling didn't contradict yet.

Breslin's panting matched Sharon's desperate moans, making Dazzling giggle she let her hot suggestions permeate in more places than one.

"Almost right, Breslin. You'll get exactly what you want, exactly what you're aching for right now if you tell me who your real boss is."

It took some time for him to get it right, but he nearly screamed the right answer "A Dazzling Lady is my boss!"

He got his wish in the phantom blowjob finally. Dazzling would've gone further with making him orgasm to seal more control, but she didn't want to risk staining the appearance of her new asset; Breslin found out he loved edging more than he loved orgasming at that moment, a never-ending pleasure he could sustain by obeying his hypnotic boss.

***

Chesterton, the agent in with the closest patrol route to Breslin's, got the text saying he found something. Wondering if his comrade was just dicking around, looking to fight the dullness of this absurd assignment in his own way, he casually made his way to the room number given.

Entering, he found Breslin, a hotel staff member named "Sharon," and a woman in the bedroom softly masturbating and whispering something softly over and over again. Chesterton's look was as incredulous as the others who'd found the hypnotized woman. The light perspiration on Breslin's face was telling of how he found it, and it wasn't as it didn't begin to have an effect on him either. "Sharon" had already explained to Breslin how she got tricked into entering one of the other rooms on this floor, and almost reduced to another mindless masturbator herself, but she resisted just in-time, and even got a hold of a pendant she used.

Looking at the woman on the floor, and the bewildered-looking "Sharon," the newest agent tried to process everything presented to him. He asked about where the hypnotist fled, but "Sharon" was no help, and Breslin said he sent a text to central to be on the look out. Once the question of what the hypnotist exactly did was finally asked, an inward smile followed raising the amethyst up to mimic her experience.

"It was the weirdest thing, she just held up this crystal like this, letting it twist and swing a little, talking about how it was so fascinating, why it was so fascinating, as I couldn't see the fascination for myself when she put it in the light to it flashed in my eyes."

Chesterton imagined the scenario perfectly as he stood exactly in "Sharon's" position, watching shiny shades of purple turn white hot with every flash.

"I almost laughed at it all, the way she was trying to obviously hypnotize me, using that sublime voice, using those pretty flashes."

The sensation to chuckle was shared, but never fully formed in the agent as the purples and whites slackened muscles that would've laughed as she wanted to.

"I wanted to laugh, but I got a lot more joy out of just watching, and listening. It was like the crystal was magical, or her voice was magical, or the words were perfectly arranged in a spell-casting way. With every word, flash, and second passed, everything got easier, cause there was nothing to do. No stressful job, no need to remember why I was there, just lucky enough to be watching, and listening. I don't even know how I didn't fall into hypnosis. I think...I think I just did...fall...into...hypnosis..."

History seemed to repeat itself as Chesterton fully embodied the role of hypnotized subject for the mesmerist and her amethyst pendant. Breslin stood behind the newest subject, ready to restrain him if need be, but the second agent went under easier than the first.

"Whoever hired you guys ought to consider a refund," Dazzling smirked after snapping him to sleep.

After a few more minutes of conditioning both men seated on the bed, she reasoned two was enough to get to the center of this security issue.

***

Inside the 4th floor security center, Casser, the head of the "interned" security force slowly monitored everything going on. Like his men, he agreed that this was a dull job compared to the typical bodyguard detailing they were used to. The money and the prestige seemed hardly worth it, but contractually the job was almost over, and all he had to do was fight the urge to yawn, lest his subordinate in the room and others get the idea it was okay to slack off.

The only thing impressive about the job so far was being in a second security room as opposed to the typical ground floor one. A second was setup on the same floor that execs could have their board meetings. A genius idea for some business, but Casser wondered what was it about hotels that needed such safeguarding.

Unexpectedly, the door to the center opened, his men Breslin and Chesterton casually walked in as if to report something. Keen eyes immediately noticed the hotel employee behind them, and how she locked the door once everyone was in. Before his instincts could kick in to react professionally, his chest was suddenly surging with electricity as his men fired their tasters at him and the other man present.

Dazzling stepped between the converted agents, patting their shoulders appreciatively as they put enough current through their bodies to safely immobilize them. Smiling, she knelt next to Casser when the tasering was finished.

"Shocking development, I know," she joked at the leader twitching from over-stimulation on the floor. "But hypnotic suggestions seem much more valuable than what you're paying them. But if you help out with explaining the situation, you might get some of both. What do you say?"

"Ffffuucckk youuuu," he managed.

"Original, and fixable. You'll see what I mean soon enough," Dazzling said before having Breslin put him in a choke-hold mild enough to render them unconscious for conversion later.

"So gentleman, what can you tell me about what's going on from here?" Dazzling asked her new subordinates.

Convinced that they'd been freed from the real hypnotist's clutches and subdued impostors, Breslin and Chesterton checked the feed for a status report of wherever other team members were, and for anything notably suspicious on the monitors. There were sensations behind their clear eyes, wanting to be glassy and fixated on nothing but their dazzling boss, but they stayed aware as possible; more than anything, it just felt good to obey given orders, as if obeying them could be payment enough.

"Boss," Breslin got Dazzling's attention. He picked out several floors that had more hired goons running around, especially the executive floors. It was Chesterton that noted one of the private suites, in what looked like Danielle and her entourage entering it. Dazzling smirked at the observation, noting all the beautiful possibilities with each following member that looked stunning and blemishless, even from camera footage. Lingering stares turned into lewd fantasies. Knowing these fantasies could be coming true, Dazzling made a call from her cell phone.

"Hey, any problems?" Chimed Ursula.

Glancing around the room at the unconscious and restrained, and then the subconsciously-surrendered, Dazzling let out an honest half-smile.

"Yes and no."

"What's the no?"

"Security around here is higher than expected, but weird. You might expect this amount of protection from the Secret Service, except they're trying to look more like unassuming businessmen than anything else. I've got them all wrangled, but..."

"You're afraid we've stumbled on something else, like a sting on one of the guests here?" A concerned Ursula asked.

"That had crossed my mind, but none of the ones I already have are informed enough about the details. The ones that are are going to need time to program. In the meantime, it's best that we don't dawdle, and hit our next target soon."

"Is she somewhere private?"

"They're up at the top suite, just Danielle and an entourage. You're closer, and it doesn't look like any guards are there yet."

"Oooh, would you mind if I make the first introduction? I'm closer to them, so I can put on a good show for them like at the Kalatravaaasa, and then you can be the showstopper once you've joined the party."

Dazzling wondered if that was wise; part of her was tempted to pull back and reassess things, but there wasn't any concrete evidence to suggest they were connected to or what prompted the security issue. The argument between caution and the acquire more high-value slaves went on for a minute before the latter won out.

"If you think you're up for it, go ahead. Make a strong impression on everyone before they're all too dazzled to appreciate it."

"Hey, I almost had you, dear mentor," assured Ursula with her own dazzling tone.

"Who had who, dear apprentice?" Dazzling countered with a stronger tone that nearly tugged lightly at Ursula's mind.

They both laughed before ending the call.

"Locate Dalton Avery for me," she told Breslin, who pulled up his location on the monitors. He was in his private board room, at the head of a long table with several others present, staring at a large monitor on the wall, probably to video call with members who couldn't attend in person. She noticed besides the board members, at least three more guards were in the same room.

"Hmmm, that's a bit much to take on all at once," she thought to herself. Taking them on one at a time had been successful so far, but as much as she'd loved somehow taking a roomful of people at once, it was smarter sticking to piecemeal methods, though getting to a surrounded target would need a different tactic altogether.

But as she glanced at the security members under her control, she realized there was one thing she didn't have to alter. Bringing her men to attention, she deepened their trances nearly to a level of brainwashing, preparing them for her next idea.

***

Using Gerald's key to make her way to the top suite, Ursula rode the elevator up, ready to introduce herself as a hypnotist hired to put on a show for them. Still dressed in her black leather jacket, blue jeans and black boots, she had a convincing look for a modern hypnotist. Ready to soft sell her way into doing a show for multiple targets when the doors emerged, she was greeted by a bellhop blocking entry with a placid look on his face, asking what business he had with Ms. Avery.

Ursula was stunned for a minute; stark still but deep in-thought, questions ran to if Dazzling had already made it to the suite, or if she was being tested by her mentor, told one thing but needing to act on the fly to do something else. It was obvious that he was hypnotized, but the accompanying dance music off in the distance. She tried glancing behind him for clues on what was going on.

He repeated his question a few times, with Ursula understanding the words but ignoring him. In the middle of the fourth repetition, She reached to grab the back of his head, stepping forward to catch him as she snapped him to sleep and forced a soft litany in his ear to shift his allegiance to her momentarily.

"Answer me truthfully now, what's going on here? Some kind of party?"

"Yes....a party for...Goddesssss Hannah..." the listless reply couldn't help but add reverence to the name spoken.

"Who is Goddess Hannah?" Ursula asked half-rhetorically, figuring the servant knew nothing of importance, but still gave him a chance to speak.

"She is my owner," he replied still under a firmly-implanted belief.

"Who else is here?"

"Goddess Hannah's harem..."

"A-another harem?" Ursula nearly laughed, curious more than anything about discovering yet another established harem of hypnotized slaves. Enhancing an earlier suggestion by giving a firm order to keep watch and stop entry, Ursula bypassed the mindless security and moved into the condo-sized suite, closing in on the music, until she made it to a fancy lounge area, strewn with plush cushions beneath enraptured onlookers, the recognizable Danielle Avery amongst them. Her appearance took a backseat as it was seemingly taken by the pulsing music and the dancer at the center of everything.

Ursula's pulse quickened as she watched the dancer undulate to the music. Every motion looked reactive and organic, yet following a set plan to keep everyone fixed on her, not allowing anyone to look away, wordlessly commanding them to follow along. It'd would've been fairly easy to let it happen to herself, but Ursula maintained an outwardly casual presence, just as Dazzling tried to when she and Ursula first met. The blonde smiled to herself as she realized she was about to catch another hypnotist completely off-guard.

Lost in the music, the dancer eventually allowed herself to really survey the room, and notice her audience had grown by one member, a beautiful blonde leaning against the door of the entrance, obviously amused by the show. Despite the unexpected surprise, sinewy motions never stopped, but slowed to a shimmying of hips from side to side, staring down the newcomer with curiosity, and a small smile.

"Enjoying the show?" Ursula noticed how the dancer purred almost in time and tone with the music.

"Very much so," Ursula answered in a hypnotic, Scottish lilt.

"That's too bad; this is a private show, for invited members only." Approaching in slow steps, hips still swaying like a pendulum, her invitation was clear while everyone else behind her followed the pendulous sway of her ass.

"I don't suppose there's an admission fee I can offer, something...worth your wiles." Ursula stood straight up in a more domineering pose as the dancer neared, an extended hand between their focused stares. A single finger cruxed, urging the dancer forward, until more fingers gracefully made the same motion, drawing eyes toward the fingers instead of the blonde's grinning gaze.

"You can start with your name, lovely," snaking past Ursula's outstretched hand looking to caress her cheek until an new undulating dance invaded the blonde's personal space.

It took effort to not seem affected and especially not let her voice stammer.

"Ursula, my dear. But you may refer to me as Mistress Ursula, if you desire..." The exotic dance was met with an exotic accent. Ursula smiled how her other hand managed to reach the desired cheek, making the dancer lean into the soft touch and soothing words.

"And how may I refer to you?" Ursula uttered in a low purr to get the dancer to slow down. The opposite happened internally as Ursula's pulse quickened, feeling a hand graze her abdomen, feeling the dancer circle and speak into her ear from behind.

"Kendra, but you may refer to me as Mistress Kendra, when you desire..."

Somewhere in the space facing both women, a deeply sighed "Mistress Kendra" longingly. Ursula felt the hot smile at her ear from Sabrina hearing her dominant girlfriend seductively utter her own name and title. Purring "oh yesss..." made the recipient want to shiver.

Ursula breathed deep, enjoying the smell of Kendra's perfume, turning her head to lock deep blue eyes into Kendra's brown ones.

"What a nice collection you have here."

"It's not mine," Kendra replied honestly. "They belong to my Goddess, as do I..." "As will you," is what the following pause implied.

"This Goddess must be powerful. I wonder if she knows my Mistress as well," Ursula didn't know why, but she answered honestly as well. For some reason, it didn't feel right to prop herself up as being above Kendra or at this "Goddess's" level; she wondered if Dazzling had implanted a suggestion, or she just sympathized with Kendra's position.

"If they know each other, something tells me your Mistress would completely understand some wonderful time spent here, with a Goddess's harem, within a Goddess's harem, under a Goddess..."

Smoothly transitioning from a dominant harem dance, Kendra's shapely hips took on the practiced shimmying of a trained bellydancer. Taking cues from the unending music, timed beats found themselves in-sync with rocking and swaying hands, or at least that's what Ursula interpreted as she watched the direct seduction unfold and their duel officially begin.

"It's so rare, and such an opportunity to serve a Goddess. There are so many wonderful Mistresses in the world. You, Ursula, your owner, even me, powerful women who know they're own power, flowing through us, into others when we flaunt it. So many Mistress's sparkling hypnotically," Rotating her torso from her hips with sensual liquidity, she kept her draw above and below her hands framing her abdomen, strewn with glittering sparkles.

"But we all know a Goddess is truly a diamond in the rough, the shiniest point in a sea of distant stars, the one that draws you in more than any other."

Centered around the spark's was a diamond belly button piercing, Kendra's favorite that she loved undulating to shine flashes into a fresh subject's eyes, especially in Goddess Hannah's honor. Kendra smiled knowingly at her Goddess's proxy working her magic on the temporarily-stunned Ursula. Kendra craned her torso back, inviting Ursula's to unconsciously lean forward.

"The Goddess calls to you, Mistress Ursula," Kendra's tone almost turned Ursula's title into a comparative diminutive, giving Hannah's title breathless reverence. "Follow it to where you find yourself falling to, sinking closer, following deeper. Indulge within Goddess Hannah's harem. Give in, allow her brilliance to take you in..."

Kendra softly reached back to stroke blonde hairs, fingers threading through them while adding light pressure to bend Ursula's body and will forward, until she bent her face to a waiting belly. The dancer smiled as she felt lips press against the diamond, heating toned skin with hot breath. Kendra tipped her head back in satisfaction, feeling more hot breath and continuous kisses, barely noticing a change in breathing in the tight distance.

"So beautiful," Ursula muttered between kisses.

"Oh yesss....so beautiful..." Kendra enjoyed the capitulation, and warm fingers joining the bodily embrace. Allowing herself to be held, Kendra relished in fingers gliding over her sides, nails gently dragging over her skin near the sea of heat Ursula's breathing produced.

"So beautiful...please...don't stop...dancing...."

The kisses were almost circular, spiraling from her studded navel to the space around it, and around, and around, bordering where fingers left hot streaks on her sides.

"Your body...so beautiful...my fingers....so beautiful...don't stop..dancing..."

The Scottish accent only increased its passionate accounting as Ursula's kisses rose, and the fingers along with them. As Kendra's hips never lost their sway, Ursula's affections never lost their proximity, breathing on heated, exposed skin.

"Can't stop dancing....won't stop it.... I have no desire to stop it...beauty is never stopped. Beauty exceeds all...beyond words....beyond titles...beyond names....beyond thoughts..."

Kendra's breasts had somehow slipped out of their confines, which couldn't be stopped or helped as hot breath preceded hot lips and flicking fingers stimulating the curves and peak of their excitement. Kendra allowed her head to tip back a little, graciously allowing a hand to support her back, stroking up and down the spine tantalizingly-trailing nails. The trill of assertion joined the passion as she punctuated her point.

"What's in a name or title, unless beauty gives it purpose. Beauty like this...dancing along your skin...it's just so....scintillating....enchanting.....bedazzling.....dazzling...."

Kendra felt all the words and breaths against her in-time with the music, body still keeping up with the rhythm beautifully set, letting beauty catch and cradle her on her dancing feet.

"That's right....the beauty is dazzling....the feeling is dazzling...My Mistress is Dazzling....words cannot describe Dazzling...except Dazzling....so the only words you may feel escaping those lips are...."

Ursula was patient as confused eyes found solace in the butterfly motion of dancing fingers. It guided her up and down, left to right, a hand at her neck holding her head up, helping her to follow the dizzying display. Flummoxed and flushed, the sinewy body fell back in Ursula's hands, leaning over Kendra, posing the sweet question again.

"Beauty is Dazzling...My Mistress is Dazzling....all you want is Dazzling...all...you...can...say...is....."

"....D-Dazzzzzlinggg," Kendra managed, before wavering from the sensations.

"N-no...I.I-dont'..."

"Dazzling says 'you can,' dear. Dazzling also says SLEEP!" Fluttering fingers snapped suddenly, and Ursula guided Kendra into a nearby mass of pillows, near a group too tranced to do anything but watch the trance battle conclude. They looked at Ursula with a confused adoration, with only Sabrina looking down at her sleeping girlfriend, as if wanting to be by her side, but resigned to staying put for not being given any command to move.

Ursula smiled at them, and back down at the angelic-looking Kendra.

"Hope Mistress doesn't mind this, but you're pretty dazzling yourself, missy," the blonde soothed.

"That she is. As are you, missy."

It took the voice from above for Ursula to note the suite was two-storied, with a gorgeous, raven-haired woman in black walking down the stairs. Dressed in a black, almost flowing silk nightgown, enticing curves classily revealed themselves as her heels loudly creating a rhythm all her slaves, even the sleeping Kendra seemed to respond to.

***

Darkness and slight pain radiated around slowly-opening slits, bringing dim lighting into focus. Dalton shook his head, wanting to rub his temples, but found his hands were tied down, zip ties holding his wrists down in a security chair.

He shook his body to realize that he was completely tied down to a chair in the security office. Looking up to see Breslin and Chesterton, he recalled those same men coming into his boardroom, urgently whispering of a security issue and needing to get him to a safe area as soon as possible. Grumblingly, he excused himself from the meeting and followed the men out, quietly cursing up a storm at them as they stoically led him to safety.

Upon entering the room, he saw an employee strangely welcoming him to safety, a beautiful brunette that smiled and snapped her fingers, setting of someone grabbing him from behind. He struggled vainly against the trained grip, cut off from just enough oxygen to slip quickly, but briefly into unconsciousness. His voice punctuated the sound of the soldier's voice, set against the voice that followed him into unconsciousness, and all the way back from behind.

"Hello Dalton. Feeling secure, I hope."

Tied to a swivel chair, he managed to turn himself around to the employee who changed back into a suit.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Just a Dazzling Lady, who's very interested in meeting you."

The literally dazzling sight of her aside, Dalton looked around, puzzled and on the verge of laughing. "Is this really your plan? Ransoming me in my own hotel?"

"Who said anything about ransom demands?" Dazzling questioned. "Not to say it isn't tempting on top of my fee you're paying, but I don't do ransom. Negotiations, perhaps. Demands, always. But no need to ransom you.

"Fee? You think I hired you for anything, you deluded bitch? You must be deluded if this...whatever this is supposed to be, is going to work."

Dazzling was puzzled herself; she was more than certain that the Avery sister's own father had hired her to manipulate the daughters, probably for something embarrassing to cede more power to him somehow. He was either feigning, or truthfully disproving her original theory. Either way, his disrespectful verbiage indicated he was ready to be worked on.

"You'll have to forgive me then; all this time I thought it was you, when it's your daughters who must be paying my fee."

His head whipped in her direction, fixated on the notion of familial betrayal. "Those little..."

"You can't say that about their ambitions; they had big plans for you."

"What plans?"

"Let me put it to you this way," out of the suit's breast pocket emerged the amethyst, hanging before Dalton's eyes. "What persuasion do you believe entices the persuader?" The question confounded him as much as the pendant slowly spinning, flashing the monitor lights his eyes.

"When little adult brats like yours hire a hypnotist to deal with dear old dad, what do you think they want to have happen? Something like making you forgetful? Incompetent? Publicly embarrassing? Can you imagine the power it takes to make that happen? Can you see how this simple pendant has that power?"

Glancing up at her beautiful face as if she was crazy, the insistent confidence shone as plainly as the crystal that caught his attention again, suggestions of its power keep his muscles still instead of struggling.

"The longer you think about their intentions, perhaps this pendant ceases to be as simple as it looks. Their goals intersecting with this crystal's power, it's hard to fathom until you really start looking at it. Can you see the lights from the monitors flashing over the facets? Purple surfaces flashing what's happening now in your eyes? If you look at the crystal, you can monitor what's happening in your hotel, what's happening to you. And the longer you look, the more you might be able to see beyond the facets, deep inside the crystal, maybe seeing what you desire."

He let himself absentmindedly admit the amethyst was beautiful, even if it was hard to converge what was supposed to happen with the present, the logical progression blinded with every flash.

"If you're desire ever imagined your daughters' plans backfiring on her, if you paid the mercenary hypnotist double their fee, could they be the ones staring at this 'simple' pendant, succumbing to its power, surrendering to its depths?"

Being reminded of his daughters, knowing he could buy payback so easily and have them manipulated opened his eyes wider until he let his imagination roam free in deep shades of purple.

"If they believed in it's power, willing to pay for it, imagine them captivated and helpless as it hangs before their eyes, willing to do any for it. Their eyes, their minds, drowning in rich colors, sinking deeper into their depths, their bodies ready and waiting to give me, to give you whatever you want. Well-behaved daughters, transformed into always taking sage advice. Obedient daughters willing to relinquish all control. Representatives of the Avery empire, knowing only the power of the amethyst."

Dazzling loved seeing not only the senior Avery succumb, but knowing the youngest of them was already acquired, and there was one left who the hypnotist could already envision a final vacant stare to complete the collection.

"If you desire this power, all you have to do is believe in it. All you have to do, is accept it. All you have to do is relinquish yourself to it, and all of your desires will come true. Because the amethyst may become all that you desire..." Dazzling added triumphantly.

His head lolled along with the pendant, on the verge of drooling, held up only by the remaining strength designated for staring. Dazzling had been staring at the pendant long enough as well that she almost bought her own induction about the Danielle and Deidre being the ones who hired her, reminding herself of how unlikely that was.

"So if not you, who then?" She asked to a Dalton too out of it to appreciate the question. It may as well have been rhetorical, but definitely something she was going to get to the bottom of, after she programmed him appropriately and went to check on her apprentice.

***

"I take it you're Goddess Hannah?" The Scottish accent intoned.

"As I take it you're Mistress Ursula," The English accent seductively retorted.

Each pair of eyes never left one another, blue staring at an opulent green fixed directly at her recently, passionately-assaulted will. Hannah definitely carried herself like a Goddess, staring down at her uninvited guest as if Kendra had won and she was about to induct a new member of her harem. Something about her felt as potent as Dazzling did, maybe even moreso. She had to wonder if Dazzling would be indomitable enough to withstand Hannah, noting that she probably wouldn't.

Unwilling to put on a bellicose demeanor, Ursula weighed her options of conversation or the odds of flight as the weight of Hannah's gaze grew stronger, reaching the suite's ground level, and Ursula's eye level as she stood straight up, trying to look unfazed.

Hannah momentarily broke the gaze to stare down at Kendra, smiling.

"Well done, by the way. I was fairly sure Kendra would've had you, but you obviously have some skill. My little dancer needs some more dueling experience, it seems."

"She put up a good front; wherever she learned to dance, she certainly knows how to keep an audience rapt."

"She's a bit of a savant; there was always a dancer within just waiting to get out. I was just happy to help her see what was hiding deep within herself." Ursula loved how she emphasized deep, raising a strong gaze back to hers.

"A genie in the bottle, free but enslaved?" The blonde wanted to chuckle, watching Hannah crouch to stroke the sleeping dancer, feeling her stir with a sleeping pet's affection.

"You could say that, though my genie dreams of me...granting every wish of mine," she whispered down to Kendra, but flashed her green eyes wide at Ursula.

"Did your Mistress teach you your skills?" Hannah changed the subject, knowing her gaze momentarily severed the visitor's concentration.

"No...not all, I'm still learning from her."

"I hope she didn't teach you to trespass as well on private property," without looking away, she waved a hand at the nearby collection of slaves. Peripheral vision showed how dutifully the semi-aware slaves followed even that errand movement, as Hannah held them spellbound with just her presence. "Though you might've been invited in aside; lookers..." Hannah mused while standing, widening her eyes for effect again, drawing Ursula closer into them "...with your skills are hard to come by."

"If beauty, as you say, has its say....and I do have my say...." Hannah took another step forward, intensifying her gaze, plunging Ursula further into the trance she didn't know she was already entering. "The toll for temporary entry into my domain, into my harem, shall be a good spanking," she rubbed her hands together in sinister flare."

"Can you imagine those firm cheeks? Those firm smacks? That deserved punishment? That pleasurable punishment? And how might punishment be pleasurable, you might ask if thoughts came easy. But they don't, they come hard, like you might. One smack after another, shooting pleasure all through you, making my other slaves green...with envy."

The word "green" seemed significant as the borders of Hannah's gaze somehow grew, as she somehow crossed the room.

"The way I could teach you some manners, might make you so much more mannerable...manageable...malleable...such a better slave for whomever you serve...somehow I doubt your mistress will mind that."

"Oh, I just might."

Hannah's head quickly turned to the entrance, seeing a new woman in a suit, green eyes twinkling back at surprised ones. Taken away from the hypnotic stare, Ursula gasped and tried to shake herself back aware, still stalled in suggestions that made her ass warm and wanting.

"Mistress Dazzling, I presume," Hannah looked upon the newcomer as an impressive figure, a striking beauty who could immediately make a strong impression as she obviously wanted to, surveying the room with a strategist's experience and powerful green eyes of her own.

"Correct," Dazzling regarded the other harem owner with borderline trepidation. A younger, gorgeous woman brimming with confidence and...something else that could make her hair stand on end, a power beyond her years. The English hypnotist gave her older woman pause and excitement.

"And one of yours, I presume," Hannah gestured to the Ursula, making her eyes flutter with a loud snap.

"Two for two."

"Acting on your orders?" Hannah gave a pointed look that Dazzling unwaveringly volleyed back.

"More like investigating whatever is going on," Enough information gleamed from the small gathering told the mercenary it was separate from what was strangely happening elsewhere.

Hannah left the standing woman in place as she approached an ensconced, unworried Dazzling.

"Which would be what, besides poaching?" Hannah let her gaze linger over Dazzling's attractive figure before locking green on green, impressed with how unaffected the fellow harem owner seemed.

"I admittedly had my sights on Danielle over there, but imagine my surprise when I find out she's already taken," Dazzling casually mentioned. "It's refreshing to find another peer, especially one with such good taste," a glance towards the Hannah's slaves almost made the brunette's nose flare. "Danielle looks as good as her sister that way."

"I'm sorry?"

"Having little Deidre as a new slave? I'm not," Dazzling finished, letting her smile widen a little in how she unspokenly took one of Hannah's next targets, anticipating a predatory look from Hannah to compensate and make up for the loss.

Before the next person could talk, Dazzling's phone went off. Checking the screen for the caller, she saw the name of one on her wealth slaves calling. Instead of ignoring it, she excused herself momentarily from the confrontation, taking it at the doorway where the sleeping guard laid.

"I hope you have a good reason for calling," she uttered calmly, yet with an implied threat.

"Yes Mistress. I'm on the conference call with Dalton and the other investors now. There's rumors abound eluding to espionage and hypnosis; I think they mean you."

"I appreciate the call, slave. Really, it's nothing to worry about. Everything's under contr-"

Dazzling stopped mid-speech, nearly yelping at a sudden pain in her arm. She dropped her phone as the arm holding it had started going numb. She turned to see a dart stuck in her arm. She pulled it out before almost collapsing onto the floor.

A defensive Hannah and an especially-bewildered Dazzling looked up to see a smiling Gerald Brandt at the suite's entrance, flanked by several armed guards with dart guns in their hands.

"Everything is under control, just not under either of yours. Not anymore..."

To be continued in "Goddess Hannah's Harem (Part 5) - Avery"