---Entry 17/Trial 12/ Best-Kept Secrets---

Dear Gretel,

You know those candies advertised as hardy candy shell with a soft caramel center? The newest inductee into my growing coven slash stable seems to be the reverse. Most of her body now is soft, pliable, and sweetly drawn to whatever spell I invoke on her, just like her sister-slaves. Esther and Connie are asleep nearby, resting from the thorough sexual thrashing I put them through, their minds more fucked than their bodies right now. As I write this, Esmeraude is sitting on the edge of Esther's bed, loopy and out of it while I stand naked in-front of her holding you in my hand Gretel. I only stop to write to grab at her still-firm tits, flick at the nipple to watch her moan. Her programmed pleading sounds from hours ago still fresh in my mind make me enjoy the little mewls before I bring her back to consciousness once more.

But unlike her sisters, this biddy still manages to hide something from me, something I want. Truthfully, I not only want, but need to fully possess every aspect of my slaves, which is partly why I'm used to an exclusively smaller number of them. It's more want with the jeremy's in my life. But since I found G-magic and took it to experienced witches, it desperately became need; can't afford to have any one of them hide something that allows for escape and retribution that'll have me so fucked, in the non-fun way. 

There may even be some witch confinement in-store for me if I fuck up, which amounts to imprisonment in a vampire-like coffin, held by spells that make up what they call "a period of rehabilitation," their nice way of saying death row. I shouldn't even call it prison, being trapped in a coffin until you change your ways, your body going through the aging process naturally, or magically-slowed if you're given mercy, trapped in your own brain in some peaceful hellscape until you give up what got you there based on your judgment. Pride means you never leave, and if you ever do, the part of you that was truly you dies anyway. Real or not, I keep these unpleasant details fresh in my mind as a clear reminder of what's at stake, especially once I lost to Connie in my first encounter with her.

Oddly enough, I would've never known to dig so deep for whatever's being hidden if Esmeraude didn't give herself away the first time she saw me. I swear I've never seen her before (a cute look like hers would've stuck out to me), but she'd seen me before, and my only guess is in some premonition. It had to be a pretty sexy one, given that gasp and startled expression of keeping a reaction at bay; I've seen that before, always in subs that know their polite societal barrier is about to be broken down and the hedonic animal will be allowed to lust to their heart's desire. Esmeraude will be no different. It's that thought that has me dripping wet, and kneeling jeremy drooling nearby; he doesn't even need to see it now to know, he can probably sniff out his aroused sorceress from rooms away now. Turning to face him, watching his cock jump at confirming how wet I was, a light smack across his face made his cock jump again, and again at my giggling reaction to every little piece of attention I give him setting him off.

"Watch and edge for me, and pay close attention" I tell him, and he's already slowly working himself up. I smirk at before turning to give my redhead a light smack to wake her up.

This trial is going to be triple-tiered, as I expect this is going to be difficult. Esmeraude has already been exposed to G-Concilium, but to uncover her secret, I'm going to go at her with manual hypnosis, regular Concilium, and G-Concilium, and I'll see which pierces her barriers first. My money's on normal Concilium, but we'll see.

Trial 12.1

(Note, these trials have been recorded and are being written based on transcription, and jeremy's and my recollection)

Esmeraude shook herself awake, the slight tingle of my smack still on her face. She found herself naked, immediately recognizing her occupying her friend's bedroom, and both of them sleeping soundly on blankets on the floor like newborn puppies. She tried to take it every bit of information around her before giving me any attention. By the time she looked at my grinning face, she knew there was no clear way out of it.

"Hello, Esmeraude."

Her glare was enough of an honest, malicious greeting. I thought to myself for a moment before responding again.

"Did Connie ever tell you my name?"

Her glare never changed, and that seemed enough to tell me the answer was "no." She didn't even have it in her to dub me "bitch," which made me pout a little.

"My name is Cherish, so now you can greet me properly," my tone took on that of a seven-year-old regarding another seven-year old, taunting the elder eventually going on seventy.

Our stares continued before I helped her along.

"Biddy does My bidding."

As if the beginnings of a spell started in the back of her throat, she felt the terror of the trigger making all the muscles up to the lips accommodate the given command.

"Hello, Cherish," left her lips before she could add any bite.

"It's nice to meet you," I bent forward to let my hand cover hers that was magically, suggestively glued to the bedsheets. Covering hers with mine, I lent in and let her get a conscious taste of my closeness. "Very nice to meet you," I whispered in her ear she gave easy access to as she turned her head to keep her eyes from darting in my direction. Flaring nostrils took deeper breaths than she meant to, something about my scent softening making her defense falter for a moment. I had to wonder if it was just a heady, stimulating scent, or if it prompted a memory of me.

"You will not get away with this, Cherish," she growled against my assertion to affirm herself.

"I truly wish you believed that more, it would make our next activity oh so much more fun," I sighed, running fingers along her arms. "But not as fun as that little bit of you that seems to know me already. Whatever it is in you, it's like a magnet, making me feel oh so attractive. And though I may not be metal, it's perfectly natural to be drawn to the mindfucking witch who loves to meddle with you," I teased her with silly word play.

"That pull, that tug, stuck where you are, but your lips feel the need to drag you toward my left nipple to suck. The attraction grows as you notice how hard it is, making you wet your lips," I notice as her tongue absently added moisture to her lips I didn't intent to let dry.

"You can bend yourself and your mouth to my titty."

She held fast where she was.

"Biddy does My Bidding."

As she opened her eyes, her torso was already bending to lower herself to my left breast, kissing the top of it on the way to craning her neck to get the best grip of my nipple. I could feel the push and pull of her emotions on her tongue, hesitation slowly giving way to worship.

"Good girl. Don't deny yourself the pleasure of pleasing me, you don't have a choice. And if you did, of course you would choose this," I spoke as I caressed that freckled face. "You want to please me any way you can. And how I want you to please me now is by telling me why you've held yourself back. Be detailed, don't leave a single point out of your explanation."

As I suspected, her mouth released my nipple only to invoke the right to remain silent.

"Biddy does My Bidding."

A mere quiver and lips parting is all that trigger got out of her, impressively disobeying, also suspected.

"Resist all you want, Esmeraude; I predict you won't last in the end."

The redhead's scrying crystal appeared between us as I spoke. An almost grayish-white crystal, it caught her attention immediately, following the swinging path I put the necklace on.

"Your helpful little crystal helps me see that future, just as I believe it did help you see yours here and now, as I believe it will help you see yours everywhere and soon. You sure picked a pretty crystal for gazing upon; have you ever just stopped to stare at your scrying crystal? Ever marveled at what makes it so powerful? Could it be the simple color, a shiny yet foggy hue that can show you the brilliance and haze of the future, like a mind clear-headed one moment, and sleepy the next?"

The arc was slow and narrow enough for her eyes to follow. I intended to make it easy to follow, but soon I didn't have to as she already dutifully let herself go to the motion. It felt so instantaneous, I almost faltered in continuing my normal hypnotic induction.

"As you get drawn in to whatever it reveals, do you use a crystal ball to assist? Did the assisting object clearly reveal me in your vision? What if the round shape you used to see the future from this point was my deep, dark eyes? If you look into the crystal, can you see the future unfold in my eyes? If you look deep into my eyes, can you see the future unfold in the crystal going back and forth?"

Subtle eye motions in glassy eyes told me how imperceptibly she switched from one focal point to another.

"Yes, your future is visible and within reach. We will reach it soon; the end of this journey to it rests upon lips that absolutely cannot wait to tell me what you are hiding from me. You can't help it; you don't want to help it. You have no say in this, except when a biddy does My bidding. Reach deep inside and reveal your secretes. Now," I ended firmly.

Signs of the break I was looking for didn't show at all. She was completely hypnotized, but it was as if she didn't hear the question I posed, or didn't know which secret to reveal.

"Reveal the secret you've hidden from me since we met, Esmeraude. Tell me know you know me from the future. Biddy does My bidding," I repeated sternly, awarded the same response as before. It was as if there was no secret for her to give up, which didn't seem right at all. All of this was based on a theory of mine, one I really didn't want to deviate from. Could she have just been lusting at first sight for me? That would be the simpler answer, but trusted instincts kept the overall trial going, the first part not even making a dent unfortunately.

Turning to see jeremy jerk off with glazed skin and eyes brightened my expectations a little before pulling her head forward to sleep on my shoulder for a moment, ready to move on to the next phase.

Trial 12.2

She woke up groggy, still slightly clinging to the trance I left her in. Still seated on the bed and naked, she took some deep breaths with her eyes closed, as if hoping that when she opened her eyes, everything would just be a bad dream.

"Esmeraude," I say the witch's name hotly, ending the hopeful illusion.

"Cherish," she whispers back low and menacing, ready to curse me in effigy in lieu of being cutoff from using magic against me.

We stare at each other in focus, but only one of us is able to cast magic. She feels the slight probe of Concilium, eyes widening as she searches inwardly for shielding and a plan of attack. Finding nothing and defanged, she sits there and feels my energy flow into her, seizing control of her mind. She reminds me of jeremy's first time, anger draining until she looked innocent and in awe of me. Quicker than the manual hypnosis, Concilium set all the right places off, with hardening nipples, a slick crotch, and a need to get closer to me, deeply turned on by the most beautiful bare body she'd ever laid eyes on.

All she knew was pleasing me, so I finally spoke.

"Esmeraude," I said in the same hot tone.

"Cherish," she said my name as if it was synonymous with "Goddess."

She knew what I wanted, and motivated herself to think hard about what it was. The longer it took for it not to come, the more frustrated she became, on the verge of tears from the thought of displeasing me.

"Shhh," I quieted her amusing emotion, holding her head against my breasts, feeling her fearful trembling. It calmed the more I communicated my own feelings. She began to suck on the closest tit available to her, but I admonished her with a light smack on her forehead; nice as it felt, I didn't need to reach G-Concilium yet. I was utterly amazed at how it seemed as if she really had nothing to give up. "Or nothing she could access on her own," I thought to myself. I'd never heard of anyone going to such lengths to ensure they don't remember, but I didn't dismiss the possibility either. 

I held her head as I turned some of my Concilium into a slight telepathic probe, searching cranial depths with my mind's eye. There was a lot of natural imagery in her head to look through, an Edenous garden with not a flower petal or blade of grass looking out of place. Everything looking perfect only confirmed what I felt of this place, it was meant to hide something. The surrounding energy felt funny there too; it wasn't permeated with any heavy emotions like fear, longing, happiness, anxiety, or anything. It was a void of emotions, ironically giving away it's importance. I followed the emptiness of the void, which felt dangerous enough as I wasn't practiced enough in telepathy to keep myself from not slipping in to such a void, especially if it was some trap to get me to lose myself in something constructed. I noted where the concentration of the void was strongest, the lake near her garden. I imagined whatever was hidden was like a locked safe thrown at the bottom of a lake too easy to get totally lost in.

Standing at the edge of the lake, I looked down wondering if I should dare fall in and search. A wiser part of me embodied enough of my presence in her head to say "no," and pull myself back out till I was holding her head again.

I consider the bet with myself lost, and curiosity reaching a critical mass. I know there is something to access now for sure, but everything is telling me they're expecting me to go this far only to quit, or risk a lot for the buried treasure. Whatever the case is, I'm convinced that Esmeraude may not have even done this to herself, or had enough help to ensure that she couldn't be aware of it inside her. I had to put the notebook down to dry my hands of sweat as the idea of extreme safeguards to hide a premonition failing the moment the subject (me, for once) of them came into view. Someone's best laid plans demolished just from me showing up inflates my pride like a zeppelin. But I need to deflate a bit from riding this high; the next step is G-Concilium, and I can't afford to think that this last trial will be easy when the previous assumed cakewalks were not.

Bringing Esmeraude's stare to mine, I focused again, and she gave a sleepy smile up to me before fluttering eyes shut, resetting her for the last trial.

Trial 12.3

A luxurious yawn erupted from Esmeraude's lips as she stretched and realized she was in someone's embrace, waking to a sitting position. It took her a moment to realize it was my embrace, the look on her face as I guided her back with firm hands on her shoulders was priceless. Another worried look crossed her face, and being fully aware since the melee; going under twice for me, she knew it was that much harder to fight (still amazes me how some don't know the value of fractionation when it comes to any mind controlling). It was looking at me with a sympathetic smile, followed by turning her head to the right to notice a throbbing cock at full mast belonging to jeremy. 

"Please," left her mouth, a soft plea she knew wouldn't be answered, but asked anyway.

"Please what?" I asked feigning ignorance, running a finger along his long length, giving the end a good squeeze to set off jeremy and Esmeraude moaning. She thought jeremy would be fucking her with that, and I did nothing to assuage her fears.

"This shouldn't be happening," was more reasoning for herself, but partly me. 

"Are you more scared that it's happening, or that you want it to happen?"

"Everything changes after this," she answered cryptically. "Even you."

The warning was clear, and all the signs before backed the claim. But unlike her, I already knew the answer to the implied question - forward was my only direction. She easily read my answer, almost completely resigned to what was about to happen.

"Will you fight me this time?"

"Is there any point? All I can do is begin missing who I am."

"And if you were destined to be mine, maybe you can finally embrace who you always were," I slyly responded, though I hate mentioning anything fatalistic.

"You know what? To make it a little more fun," I held her by the chin to issue a direct command, "I allow you to access your magic. But you will only use it to throw your own shields up to try to stop me."

A reddish eyebrow cutely raised. "And what if I stop you?"

"You get to hold onto what you believe is yourself a little longer," I informed her. Eyes softly darted different direction considering my offer, than blinked as my suggestion took hold and she had access to her magic again. An intense stare told me an aggressive spell meant to do me in was attempted, but the easing creases around her forehead and lips after long seconds revealed she finally caught on to how obedient the rest of her remained. Seeing my stare turn equally intense for flare, she tapped into the accessible energy strictly reserved for shielding herself. As if holding up the requested wall for me to knock over, her posture straightened. My intensity turned into a playful grin. I honored her readiness by guiding jeremy downward by his cock, until he knelt between us next to the bed. Esmeraude couldn't help but look down, a sizable portion of her obviously wanting to be where he is, but also fulfilling her curiosity of how G-magic was supposed to surpass her own.

It occurred to me around that time that I'd never done a pure test of G-Concilium against typical magical defenses; using so many unorthodox methods to take the witches I've taken just to make sure they're mine had me forgetting the point of why I call these "trials;" it was all necessary, but it would've been bad of me to waste an ideal, though partially-compromised testing opportunity too. 

Practiced lips and tongue worked their signature magic, creating the slowed headspace. As my hands let go of her shoulders, time slowed immensely, and I felt the build-up of energy between my hands and around my head. For the first time, I really paid attention to my subject's expressions; once the laser shot out and pierced Esmeraude's forehead, every muscle in her head tensed as the shock of penetration hit. The sharp energy ran into a large build-up of Esmeraude's essence just below the skin, pressing itself into it. She made good on her given command as the defense stayed solid against the G-Concilium that never lost it its velocity. I watched every single facial feature play out over her face, straining to keep me at bay, which she did to her credit. I wondered if all witches would have to strain this much while I simply rode a wave of ecstasy supplied by jeremy, the only tension in me came from pleasure that I let myself go to, only controlling the concentration of the power and the direction. Every change in her face was a countdown, as I could feel the streaming getting closer to connecting. The laser pushed and pushed, until something cracked in her defenses. It didn't shatter the whole defense; it didn't need to as it burrowed and pressed until it shot its way to the other side, inserting itself into the mental pathways that made Esmeraude, Esmeraude, finally assuming full control. 

At glacial speed, a wave effect ironed out every tense muscle in her face, until she went completely slack and blankened. Slowly turning the gears of magic from Concilium to a G-magic form of telepathy, and the freckles of her face grew bigger as my awareness descended into her mind, into the ethereal matter of her garden. The void of the garden was so much more pronounced under G-magic; I could almost see it the way you see heat off a hot highway in the distance.  The closer I stepped to the water, the stronger it got; but as everything stayed slow in the garden, so did the void's ability to pull me in and have me lose my way. It's own gravitational pull weakened as I leaned over the water, most of my worry dissipated. I could see the metaphorical safe underwater, and let myself fall into the water. I didn't bother to waste energy swimming towards it as quickly as I could, letting myself sink to the floor where the the pull was strongest. I was taken right to safe, or the singularity if I should get technical about it, the center of the gravity little more than a small ball of energy, waiting for a foreign entity brave enough to suck in. Pulling away would be possible if needed, but I merely reached my finger into it, and gasped as that was enough to unlock the safe and the simple secret within.

Suddenly I went beyond streaming into Esmeraude, entering a mindscape within a mindscape. There wasn't an avatar of myself to roam or an energy to navigate, just visions. Very vivid visions, of sex, with me and different partners, some I recognized, some I didn't. Visions of spells cast, from my hands, from my trio's hands, from the unrecognizable hands. Rituals were happening, with the same tenor as the other inductions I was putting upon several people. One such time stuck out more than others, when it looked like I had my trio in a hypno-orgy; all of us naked, each of them chanting "love Cherish, and obey" when their mouths weren't kissing, licking or sucking some part of me. Esmeraude was in my arms as I hypnotized her in several ways; I could feel someone else at my feet, another at my pussy, but Esmeraude was getting kissed and mindfucked directly. The pleasure from that memory, or premonition, briefly rose above the rest of it. Times when I had Esmeraude and she was drowning in pleasure, others when she was alone, cold, and beyond crestfallen. Streaming the future between us was the hardest feeling ever to come over me; just a mix of visions that didn't match the permeating negative feelings to come with almost all of it. Whether it was pleasure or longing, satisfaction or strife, except for the orgy, all of it tied to emptiness and for some reason unanswered lust; and as I let myself go to the experience, there was little I could do but be an audience to it all and take in everything supposedly wrong with it. 

From someplace far behind, something was telling me how much of a drain this was on me. But odder still, energy grew in Esmeraude. I was still streaming thoughts and suggestions in her, but she suddenly had enough control to pull me out of the singularity. On my way out, the only thing I could process of significance is how it shattered, the exploding energy from it blew me back even harder, until I came back to Esther's bedroom. Physically and emotionally resembling a ragdoll, I only had the energy to shoo jeremy away from my clit. After that I was putty, especially in Esmeraude's hands as she had the strength to pull me back in bed, pulling me on top of her. Her eyes were stained with tears, but a delirious smile was plastered all over her face, as if possessed. 

She gave me a deep kiss, sticking her tongue in me to stimulate my own. Through the kiss I could feel her feeding me energy, enough to respond and give back. What generously spread though me wiped out most of the negative tint of whatever the future visions were, and my redheaded beauty and I made sweet girl-love. She sensually dominated for most of it, pinching my nipples, enticing me with teases on occasion, but always pulling me in for some kind of embrace. We scissored hard, harder than I can ever remember, for several orgasms before we collapsed and passed out for the night.

Between jeremy, myself and Esmeraude, I truly hope I got the last parts of this final trial down correctly, as I am still processing exactly what was, and whatever the hell is supposed to be my future.