Wheels Within Wheels

“Come to me. Find me. Let me find you.” 

The voice, her voice, shimmered in a silver fog between waking and sleeping, “Give yourself to me so we can be complete.”

Danny woke up slowly, passing through the mist and into consciousness. He felt warm, like someone else had been in his bed, but as he woke, he started to feel empty… an emptiness that radiated out from his soul and reminded him of the terrifying truth he’d been living with for months.

Chris had disappeared the night after his company’s holiday party, and no one Danny talked to at his best friend’s office remembered him. It was worse, his parents didn’t remember their son, but they did remember Danny. They couldn’t remember where they knew Danny from, and thought he was just friends with Chris’s brother. Chris’s brother also didn’t remember Chris, and swore up and down that Danny was his friend and that he was an only child.

When Danny had called the human resources department of Chris’s company looking for his missing friend the receptionist said no one by that name worked there, or had ever worked there.

Danny was the only one that remembered his best friend, but even though he remembered him, he couldn’t find any pictures or any trace of Chris having ever existed. His social media accounts were gone as thought hey never existed, and when he tried to file a missing persons report there was no trace of him in any database.

None of it made sense.

And then there were the dreams.

Of her.

He sensed her in his sleep, reaching out to him, calling him, touching him, making his body hum like a plucked guitar string. He felt a part of himself pulling her closer to him while also blindly reaching out towards her, but when he tried to see her, when he tried to makes sense of her in those fleeting moments between waking and sleeping, she floated away, just a cloud of silver mist that gave the impression of a woman’s body. 

Danny was a skeptic, but he didn’t think the recurring dreams of a ghostly woman calling out to him and his best friend vanishing from reality were unrelated. 

The Internet was, predictably, unhelpful but not boring. 

There were stories, all purported to be fact, about a soul sucking succubus whose body was covered with invisible glyphs and runes that only appeared in the moonlight or during carnal acts (if she sucked people’s souls while she fucked them, who was reporting these events…), stories about vampire women and their thralls who you could identify by the ruby necklaces they wore (who was seeing these vampire women, who was reporting on them…), and there were stories about the truth of antediluvian history. 

These stories about the time before Noah’s flood were filled with ancient she-demons and powerful sorcery (what?), but since Danny didn’t even believe in Noah’s flood he certainly didn’t believe in a lost history of the world (it all sounded like the Conan stories, not the movies, the books…), or ancient artifacts made of elements not found on the periodic table (obvious bullshit). He also didn’t believe that the earth was hollow, or what the antediluvian historians believed that the earth was once hollow because obviously now it wasn’t, but the more he read the more he saw threads of something…

It was more than tropes, or clichés, or archetypes, there was something fearsome and powerful in what he read. Yes, it was fear of women who were not afraid of their sexuality, and yes it was a masculine fear of intimacy and losing yourself in your emotions and the emotional power women could have over men, but there was something else, something even deeper.

It felt like something that presaged the myth of the Sirens, something that foretold the fairytales about witches, and as he read he felt the fear of it and found the threads of some primordial darkness that he couldn’t shake.

The Internet 

The more he read and the more he tried to weave these emotional threads together, the more vivid his dreams became… not of her, not of the voice that was there under the surface calling to him every morning before he woke… dreams of vampires and demons and snake and spider women, terrifying psychosexual nightmares where they devoured him one at a time, over and over every night.

And every morning as he woke, in the moments between his dreams ending and his eyes opening, the silver mist twisted and shimmered in her flawless, voluptuous form, and her voice grew stronger and clearer.

She was closer to him now, and his body didn’t just hum when he woke up, it ached. There was an intimacy and a warmth in her voice, more seductive and alluring than before, more… irresistible.

After a week of researching, she had become a shimmering vision of naked flesh and her words burned in his mind. He knew he had to find her, he knew she had to be the answer, and he had an idea where to start, but he didn’t trust himself.

Danny took to the internet again, this time looking for people to talk to about dark magic and dangerous powers. Most of the people he found himself talking to seemed… unreliable or were fabulists, but given what he spoke to them about Danny knew he didn’t have a leg to stand on in that regard.

The consensus from magic practitioners and people of various spiritual inclinations and paths he spoke to was that whatever happened, it was beyond the scope of curses and the magic of ill will. One witch said it was power beyond mortal control, and that he needed to find someone to place protective wards on him immediately.

He considered it, but he doubted the efficacy of the candle lighting incense burning crowd he’d been speaking with. Then he got a direct message on one of the forums he’d been posting on.

Believe it or not, I’ve helped people in similar situations as yours. You may not believe me, but it sounds like you’re in a crises where one of your past lives is invading your memories. Past lives aren’t necessarily literal previous lives, it depends on who you are and what your faith is, but there are layers of the soul and the self that can be found and explored. What makes more sense to you, that you’re struggling with a part of yourself, or that someone you say you’ve know for most of your life has simply ceased to exist? 

People don’t just disappear from reality, but the reality of the self, what we need, and who we are can change. I would love to help you, please reply at your leisure.

~ Constance Potter, clinical hypnotherapist

Danny had never considered for a second that he was going crazy, because if he was having a psychotic break there would be other things happening, or at least he assumed there would be. No, whatever was happening to him was specific and very narrow, and this woman sounded like she had some idea of what he was talking about or experiencing.

He messaged her back, they spoke briefly on the phone and he booked an appointment to see her. She said she’d closed her office a while ago and only worked with people sparingly out of her home office in her condo.

She had a pleasant enough manner on the phone, and sounded sincere, capable, and more than anything, he thought she sounded reasonable. She told him that they could have a tedious phone conversation if he wanted to, but that it would be better to meet in person, and he found himself agreeing.

Danny had a hunch that despite the logic and reason at play, this wasn’t a coincidence.

Let me find you.

This woman, Constance, didn’t sound anything like the silver mist woman in his dreams but he knew it was her.

It was her.

“Danny? Hello, it’s nice to meet you,” the woman who opened her door to him didn’t look an ethereal spirit woman, nor did she sound like the voice in his dream, but there was something undeniably magnetic about her.

She was a bit younger than he’d expected, but he didn’t know for sure. Her softly curled chestnut brown hair hung down over one side, and he saw touches of gray in it, and she had crows feet around her sparkling dark brown, strikingly dark and close to black eyes.

“I was surprised when I saw your posts that we live so close to each other,” she was wearing a long, billowing, navy blue skirt and a loose cream colored mock turtleneck that accentuated her curves by prominently hanging off of what Danny couldn’t help noticing were a tremendous pair of breasts. She was a little heavy, but she was graceful as she led him into her living room. “I’m glad you could come to me for help.”

“I was surprised that you were local too,” he wasn’t, not really, but he had to play along if he wanted to find out what was happening. Danny knew whatever this was, it was dangerous, and it was beyond his current understanding, but he was going to…

“Now Danny,” her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him, “just follow me into the office so we can begin. You have questions and you need answers, and I know the last few months have been hard for you, but I can give you the help you need.”

His guard was up, but there was a depth to her eyes, a deeper darkness hidden in the dark brown of her irises, and it made him lose track of his thoughts for a moment. It was just a flicker of darkness and confusion, just enough for the smooth, comforting, strong sound of her voice to wrap around him, and he found himself following her down the hall into a converted bedroom.

“What’s that?” On a desk across from a low backed office chair was a black and white spiral on a stand. It was about eighteen inches across, and instead of answering him Constance flipped a switch on it that caused a motor to hum to life.

“Sit down in the chair, and look at the center of the spiral Danny. Just stare into the center and listen to the motor hum. You’re tense and guarded, and your mind wants to be open, but you feel the need to protect yourself so you’re closing yourself off. “

She stood next to the spiral and smiled at him as she gestured towards the chair.

He remained standing, “Can’t we talk a little bit first?”

“We could,” she brushed her hair back over her shoulder, “but right now you’re too conflicted on the conscious level, so we need to disengage your inhibitions and your doubts so you can open yourself up to the deeper layers of what’s inside.”

He sat down, but not before realizing there was something seductive about her, and that he caught himself looking at her chest. It was in her voice, but it was also in her body language, and her eyes. They sparkled when she spoke to him, her energy flowed out of her eyes, and her aura was… Danny didn’t know much about hypnosis, but he had a feeling she’s started hypnotizing him as soon as she opened her door.

“That makes sense,” the chair was comfortable and she smiled a little wider as he sat down and found himself staring into the center of the spiral. “But, what’s with…”

Constance laughed, and it was a sweet, musical, infectious sound. Danny wanted to make her laugh again, something about her made him want to see her smile, wanted to be the reason she smiled. But when she started speaking again, the strong, soft lilt of her voice started to wash away his thoughts.    

“In my experience hypnosis works best with a touch of theatricality,” she waved her hand in front of her chest and Danny’s eyes were pulled from the spiral back to the outline of her bosom. “When it’s a show, even though it’s serious work, it’s safe, and the safer you feel with me, the easier it will be to just relax and open up.”

Danny laughed. He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t imagine feeling safe with her. Despite the strange allure, the magnetism around her, he knew he couldn’t give in to the pull.

“I know,” her voice was softer and smoother than before. He couldn’t imagine how much silkier and soothing she could sound, unless her voice became the one from the dreams, “hypnosis is absurd sometimes, just look at us for example. I’m having you stare at a big swirling spiral, and you’re finding it more and more compelling despite yourself. And as you keep listening to the sound of my voice, your breathing is slowing down and you’re starting to actually relax. It’s absurd, and campy, but the more you try and stop it now, the more it slips through your fingers, like sand…”

She waved her hand in front of her chest again, “…like warm sand on a beach as the waves wash against the shore with your breathing. Your eyes are getting heavy now Danny, tired and heavy, like staring into the sun, but your mind can relax on the beach, you can take a vacation and just… close…”

She waved her hand in front of his face, and Danny felt the swirling images of a beach twisting around with the spiral as he closed his eyes, “…your eyes and let yourself listen, and listen carefully.”

“Take a deep breath in, and as you breathe out imagine that you’re breathing out all of the tension in your mind. Breathe out, and when you do, let the images of the beach you can’t get out of your mind just slip away piece by piece with every breath. When the warm sand and the bright sun are gone, when the waves stop washing on the shore of your mind, when you feel more calm and peaceful then you do now, open your eyes.”

Danny took a deep breath, and the first time he exhaled all he could think of was the beach. But as he listened to the spiral’s motor hum and just focused on his breathing, things quieted down until the world was peaceful, empty and silent. He opened his eyes, but before he could look around Constance spoke.

“Now feel the inevitable, irresistible need to watch the spiral swirling around and round now Danny. You’re compelled by the absurdity, and the longer you stare at the spiral, and the heavier and heavier your eyelids slowly start to feel, the easier it is for us to talk, do you understand?”

“You’re hypnotizing me to lower my inhibitions, and so I’m more agreeable,” he didn’t overthink what she was actually asking, he just answered the larger question he was thinking about,  “You’re making it easier to convince me this is all in my head.”

The strangest part of answering wasn’t the fact he felt like he was just talking, it was the fact the more he watched the spiral swirling around, the more fascinating it actually became. It was absurd, but it was happening, and every twisting spiral pulled his eyes into the center, making him blink.

Constance laughed that sweet, compelling, musical laugh from before, “I am, and you’re responding well because your mind has been busy, strained, and tense. You want an answer, and you need to relax, and since you’re ready, subconsciously you responded quickly and easily into going into a light trance. You needed to let go of that first layer of tension, so you did. And now, you need to just breathe and relax and keep talking to me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

She was still standing beside the spiral and her hand rested near her collar bone, gently brushing the top of one of her covered breasts, and she sounded so soft and welcoming and so understanding. He looked into her eyes, into her dark, almost wholly black, sparkling eyes, and for the briefest of moments he thought about telling her everything.

She would understand, she would rationalize his thoughts and contextualize everything, There was a pull in her eyes, a subtle, incessant pull in the way she looked at him, compelling him to give in… to tell her everything…

And that was part of her trap, a trap he was half in, and had to stay half in to get to the answers he needed, but he couldn’t go further.

“I think you’re a very good hypnotist,” it was supposed to be a platitude, something to fill the empty space and satisfy her prompting but as he said it out loud he felt his eyelids starting to close. “And I think you understand me better than I understand what’s happening.”

“Don’t fight it, let your eyes close Danny, and don’t sell yourself short. You understand a lot, and thank you, I am very accomplished. You know,” she walked towards the side of the chair and as he blinked he felt his eyes wanting to stay shut longer every time he did, “this is all part of the show, and with most of my subjects I help induce trance by massaging them and talking about hypnosis as a metaphor.”

Danny felt her energy washing over him, it was palpable, a teasing, promising touch that made him want to reach out to her. But as she stood so close to him, talking in the same smooth patter, it almost felt like he was pulling on her, pulling her closer and closer to him.

“My husband’s last name is Potter,” she laughed again and the sound was so clear and sweet but it was genuinely amused like she was laughing at her own private joke, but she took a noticeable step back from him. “And a I do have a big spinning wheel, so I usually stand behind my clients as I rub their neck and their shoulders, physically working out their tension as I induce trance, taking them deeper and helping them form an agreeable relationship to my suggestions by talking about their minds as pieces of clay that we can shape together.”

His eyes blinked softly shut, but not before he saw her out of the corner of his eye, smiling at him, watching him intently with those sparking eyes, eyes that were sharp as a hawk’s now. 

“But you have so much energy inside you right now that I don’t think touch and metaphor would work as well for you. Just relax and listen, just sink into your feelings, and stare into the swirling spiral as your eyes open again.”

Danny felt good as his vision focused back on the spiral. A pattern was developing and he had to stay aware of it. Every time he dipped under, he let go of a little bit of tension and felt calmer. Every time he came back up, his body, and not just his mind, was looser.

“I think it would be best for you to keep watching the spiral spinning, and just like before, we can talk and you can focus on the swirling spiral until your eyes just need to stay closed.”

Her voice reached out to him, and just like the pattern of the spiral and his rising and falling feelings, he looked at her for as long as he could until the spiral pulled him back in. Her sharp, sparkling eyes told him it was okay, “Are you feeling more relaxed now Danny?”

He was looking into those eyes, and it felt like there was a flickering optical illusion because for a second he saw spirals in her eyes. When Danny tried to blink the swirling patterns out of his vision his eyes stayed closed, “Yes actually, I do.”

He sighed as he spoke, and like recognizing her skill as a hypnotist, saying he was relaxed made him more relaxed.

“Good, I want you to let yourself just feel the relief of letting go. We haven’t talked about what you’ve been fighting, but before you can heal, you need to learn how to let go, and what a relief it feels like when we do get to free ourselves. Sometimes with deep psychic wounds, they’re so embedded in our minds and identities we don’t know that we can let go of them, and we have to let go of the symptoms first. Now tell me Danny, how do you feel, do you feel ready to begin?”

“I feel like we’ve already begun,” surprisingly his eyes opened, and surprisingly he was looking into her eyes and not the spiral. “You told me I was right, you’re hypnotizing me into being more agreeable.”

Constance brushed her hand down from her collarbone to the top of her breast again, “Yes, and let’s see how cooperative you can be now, close your eyes and sink deeper down me.”

Danny’s eyes closed and he felt a thin distance between his mind, his voice, his thoughts, and his body.

“Now, before we explore your subconscious and find your past life, let go of the apprehension of what’s going to happen, and open yourself up to the fact we are going to fix your problem and heal your wounds. Open yourself up by opening your eyes and staring deep into the center of the spiral again.”

Danny felt a tug to follow her soft leading voice, but he knew the trap was closing on him. He knew she was slow walking him into it, and whatever happened, he couldn’t let himself drop much deeper than this warm, fuzzy, relaxing state of…

As he reflected on his state of being, as he noticed everything he was feeling, his eyes opened and stared into the center of the spiral. Danny felt a thread slipping from his grip, something small that broke and fluttered out of his reach, but as he followed it into the center of spiral, he couldn’t stop himself from feeling more little threads of his consciousness starting to snap.

“It’s alright Danny, you have nothing to hide and nothing to fear. This is all part of the show, it’s all so absurd, you know you’re safe, safe in the absurdity of being hypnotized by a big, spinning, fascinating spiral. You’re just following the black and white pattern twisting around and round, the black darkness of your eyes closing, the white light of the room as your eyes open. Everything together taking you away from your need for conscious thought, and down into the depths of your psychic self, your subconscious inner life. Follow the spiral as it becomes the sound of my voice, and as it spins, just feel the spiral spinning back the days now.”

It was absurd.

All of it was absurd.

His missing friend.

The misty, mysterious dream woman.

Being hypnotized by a stranger in her home by a big novelty spiral.

“That’s it Danny, you’re doing so well, follow my voice back now, back to the moment you felt something missing. Tell me about this friend of yours you feel is gone.”

“He was my best friend, we met in college, I didn’t have many friends before college. He works for Cable Incorporated Industries and he told me he had to go to his office holiday party, but we were going to go drinking all night after he finished up there. But he never called me after, and then the next day no one knew who he was anymore.”

The spiral swirled around and round and the more spun, the more it twisted, the more the words came out. He started talking about meeting Chris, and he talked about trying to find him. With gentle nudges from Constance he talked about his deeper feelings too, his loneliness, around the holidays, blinking, agreeing that it is a trying time of year. And as Constance asked him to remember the years before college, what it would be like to live in a time before his own, if he would still feel lonely, if the loneliness would still be there, if he felt that way even with his friend, and then his eyes were closed and he was imagining himself in the 1970s, talking about a Christmas Party that happened decades before he existed, talking about feeling alone in the crowd and…

“This doesn’t make sense,” Danny opened his eyes and shook his head then stared at his hands, not looking at her or the spiral. “How could he be a fake memory? How could he be, I don’t know what you said, a… a… someone I knew before? The world says he doesn’t exist, but I know he does. I know…”

“It’s okay Danny, I know you weren’t expecting to start skimming layers off the surface of your conscious mind like that, but imagination and emotion are connected. There’s a feeling of creating something, and creation comes from a feeling of need. But now, as you’ve started to slide down into that inner self, did you remember Chris there, or did you remember being lonely?”

Danny took a deep breath through his nose and shrugged off the feelings of trance pulling back down on him. He survived the first trap, whatever it was.

She couldn’t convince him that his friend didn’t exist, “It was the loneliness. I don’t think it was a past life phantom, or whatever, and I don’t think I created an imaginary friend. If anything, trying to find him like this, doing whatever you were doing…”

“Exploring past lives, and easing you into the idea of past life regression as a feature of the mind, imagination, and like I said, for some people’s spiritual lives, the soul. It’s also important to me that you start looking backwards, and start looking into yourself this way, because I want to know when you first realized magic was real.”

“Magic,” he looked up at Constance and saw that she’d taken off her mock turtleneck and it turned out the skirt was a part of a dress, a dress with a deep scoop neck that showed off her remarkably pronounced cleavage. “I don’t know if it’s really real, but…”

“Well other than alien abduction,” she brushed her hand down one of the straps of her dress, and Danny followed it down to her breasts and then despite himself, he was staring at the spiral, the spring, swirling…

Constance’s voice was soft and quiet, “magic is the only logical explanation, but you’ve had magic in your life as long as you can remember. You’ve always had very good luck, small lucky things happen to you, but they always go your way. All your life you know you’ve been able to will little things to fall in your favor. You’ve had a charmed life, Daniel, all of your life you’ve been protected, and you’ve been able to will your protection to your loved ones and your friends. Tell me about that part of yourself Daniel.”

The spiral was pulling him back out of the moment, back out of his conscious mind, back into memory, “Never broke a bone, I never really get sick, I…”

The words came fast at first, but realization started to form, “I… I keep the witch from stealing my memories.”

“Is the witch the dream woman you mentioned in our messages?” She sounded very much like a therapist as she asked that question. “Do you think the witch is also real?”

The second question confused him.

“Yes?” His eyes opened and she brushed her fingers across his cleavage, and before they finished their soft journey his eyes were pulled back into the spiral.

“I don’t know?” 

The spiral pulled his doubt to the surface.

“That’s okay, we agree that I see some magic in you, and that you believe something happened to your friend,” he saw motion out of the corner of his eye, it was her hand gently caressing the tops of her breasts. but as her hand moved he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the spiral. “And you know a witch is in your dreams, trying to steal your memories.”

“That sounds…” he was stuck, the spiral wanted him to just keep talking, but his doubt and his theory that she was the witch were colliding with each other and neither one could make it out of his mind and into his voice.

“It’s okay,” she was whispering, “look at me Danny.”

He followed her command and watched as she traced a finger down her cleavage. As the finger dropped so did his eyes, and he was sinking into the darkness.

“How does that sound Danny?”

That was an easy question, because he didn’t have to choose or hide his thoughts, “…right…”

The word escaped his mouth, but nothing else did. No follow ups, no need for explanations. He sat there in the dark, and felt how simple and easy it was to give in, to fall away, down, to sink down under the current of trance, but…

“Open your eyes and look at me Danny,” again he obeyed, and the first part of it was something he had wanted to do. 

But the second part, “Take a deep breath in with me,” her chest rose as she took a deep breath that he mirrored, and it was hard to stop himself from talking, from saying what was on his mind, from sinking into trance, and to keep from staring at Constance’s breasts.

“And breathe out,” again her finger went down her cleavage and as Danny exhaled his eyes betrayed him a second time, first by giving in to the appeal of her chest, and then in closing.

“I don’t think I’m magical,” the words escaped him unbidden.

“I know you don’t, but let’s stare deep into the spiral again, and tell me more about that.” He couldn’t stop himself from opening his eyes, they were so heavy, he was feeling so disoriented, and when he tried to focus on the spiral, he kept on seeing her touch her breasts. Every time his eyes refocused, they were drawn back to her cleavage, and again his eyes started to play tricks on him.

He waited for the spiral to start pulling out his words, but just as he felt the urge to talk, to answer her, she drew him back to her tits, and as it happened, the impression of the spiral was transposed on her breasts, with the center swirling between her cleavage.

He was supposed to be answering her question and he was supposed to be keeping himself out of her clutches completely. He was so close to making her reveal herself, and he was so close to…

“Not magical, I don’t have powers. If I had powers, why would I be alone?” The question he asked was the question he carried in his heart, it was his deepest fear and his deepest truth. ‘Why would I still be…”

Softly, as softly as anything she had said, Constance asked, and asked in a way that felt very much like she already knew the answer, “Be what?”

He couldn’t stop the thought that had started, not with the soft, gentle nudge of her voice, not with that tone that made him want to answer all of her questions, “a virgin.”

She answered his thought and his question before he could ruminate in his own confession.

“You protect yourself with your power, and that keeps people out. Your best friend couldn’t hurt you, so he could be close to you. Other friends, people you don’t wholly trust feel you pushing against them, and women feel you protecting yourself and know they can’t be close to you. Lovers can hurt us more than most anyone else can, and when you’re so closed off, when your magic keeps the world away, it even keeps carnal partners away. You power has separated you as much as it has helped you, and you’ll always be alone until you lower your guard and open your heart to fear, and loss, and pain, and love.”

Danny sensed something.

Deep in the softness of her voice, deep in the wisdom of her words, he felt a tug, a gentle sticky pull. He felt an insidiously kind, lilting sound hidden between her words, a sound in his mind, something no ears could hear, but it was a sound none the less.

“You’re lowering your guard now Danny, you’re deep enough and relaxed enough, and you’re so tired of being alone, so tired of keeping the world out,” his eyes hand found the center of the spiral and had been fixed there, blinking heavy, sleepy warmth through his body as it turned each word to the surface and into existence as he spoke, but as Constance said his name, her hand moved and pulled his eyes from the spiral.

“Sink deeper, and let go of this tension too, just like before. Sink into the spiral and let your power, and your strength rest, let your vigilance rest,” the spiral was spinning over her cleavage now, and its ghostly illusion made her breasts even softer, softer than her gentle, whispers, softer than warm, heavy sleep. Softness was wrapping around him, engulfing him…

“Only I can help you Danny,” deep cleavage, too deep to escape, too soft to climb out of, he was sinking into the smothering softness I found you and brought you to me. You found me, and now you are here.

Her dream voice coiled around his brain and as it touched him, a spasm shot through his mind, body and soul.

The illusion of the spiral was gone, the smothering trap of her power and her essence was outside of him again, but…

But he was staring into the spiral and he was sinking deeper into its twisting, twirling, “What’d you do to my friend…”

Constance laughed. 

It was still that sweet, joyous, musical laughter, it was pure delight. “I was surprised you didn’t ask me sooner Danny. You would have asked, you would have accused, and I would have deflected and denied. But you wanted to catch me, you wanted proof, and you risked yourself knowingly playing my games. You have subconsciously been using your powers all your life, and you put so much trust in them without even knowing what you were doing, but Danny…”

Her hand moved and his eyes, as they had been trained, moved to Constance’s breasts. “The subconscious is the realm of hypnosis, and when the  subconscious can be spoken to, when its desires can be addressed, when the mind is given things it has always needed and never had…”

The blurry, hazy illusion of the spiral twisted in its incessant churn, compelling him to stare into the center, to stare at her cleavage as she pulled the wide straps and shoulders of her dress down to reveal her bare breasts, “…before, the subconscious will betray your conscious desires, recognizing that whomever speaks to it in just the right way, knows better than you do what you truly need.”

Constance’s hands cupped her breasts and softly started to roll them in her hands as her hips shifted gently back and forth. Danny’s head started to sway with the hypnotic motion of her body, and his chin started to dip while his cock started to rise. A soft melodic whisper brushed against his mind as his eyes started to blink, and then close.

The spiral was all around her, consuming her, emanating from her in phantasmagoric waves of white and black, but his eyes couldn’t stay open.

Lower your guard, let me in.

“Your emotions live below the conscious mind Danny,” stop fighting me, let me in, “What you feel, what you need…” A woman made of silver mist danced on his eyelids, a shape that was Constance but was nothing like her, save her breasts, a lithe, intangible essence that sparkled and captured his mind’s eye the way she had captured and enthralled his waking vision in ways the dreams never did.

“…and your loneliness Danny, it is in the subconscious, it is in the realm of the hypnotized mind, just like your unconscious control of your power,” lower your walls, open your heart, reach to me now. “Open your eyes Danny, open your eyes and fall deeper into trance for me. You can’t resist, you don’t want to resist me, not in your heart, not in your deepest desires.”

He knew something was between his inner self and her essence.

He knew now that yes there was something supernatural occurring, and as he tried to keep his eyes closed, as he focused his inner vision on the silvery, misty, ghost of Constance at the edge of his truest self, that he had been reaching out to her.

  He had been tied to the memories and the energy that was swirling inside the mist, and he was trying to take them. He was trying to pull them out of her, but she was mist, and every night he reached to her, to them, but she slipped through his fingers. Now though, now that she was so close, now that she was so fully formed, even the silver, shimmering mist woman in his mind was almost tangible… and it was more than memories inside her it was…

Come to me, lower your walls and reach out to me.

His eyes opened. He hadn’t realized she’d been softly chanting “Open your eyes Danny, you can’t resist, open your eyes now” the entire time. The voice in his mind, her voice, her essence, had overpowered her actual speaking voice, and now Danny was starting at her as she cupped one massive breast in her hand as she traced circles around her nipple with the other.

The circles moved in time with the spiral mirage, the swirl of her finger around her nipple became the spiral, and his lips parted, leaving his face blank and mouth slack.

“Your powers have kept you safe, but they’ve kept you alone,” she stood over him now, his eyes staring up at her breast as came closer and closer to his face. “You’re so lonely, so desperately lonely, and all your powers do, all the magic inside of yourself that you have, all it does is keep everyone else away. Even now, you’re reaching towards me, trying to take something that you couldn’t use, something that you don’t understand, and it’s keeping you from what you really want. Just lower your guard and you can have me Danny, stop trying to take what I have, just lower your guard and touch me. Stop resisting me and you can have my body.”

Her nipple was closer and closer to his face and her finger continued its circles, washing his vision and his mind with the black and white spiral, and in his mind he saw her reaching out her hand to his. He saw the flawless, timeless, shimmering perfection of the silver mist as it became her, it was who she was, who she could be. It was her eternal self.

All he had to do was lean forward and gently kiss her nipple.

All he had to do was reach out his hand, his inner hand, his inner self, and take her hand in his instead of trying to reach into her to, instead of trying to cleave the soul that was lost inside her, that he held a fragment of… no, he didn’t need to hold her hand, he needed to…

Lower your guard, lower your walls, give it to me.

“Give in to me,” he felt a crackle of energy between them, a force that was radiating out of himself, pushing into her, and pushing against her at the same time. He knew she couldn’t touch him for fear that he would grab on to her and pull her into his clumsy but powerful grip, but that same force kept him from touching her, from touching the apparition in his mind, the one whose voice had become a silver web of song, of sweetness, or pure emotion weaving strands all around him, connections waiting to be made with him, feelings he longed to have…

…that her voice was telling him about…

“Love me Danny, love me, and let me in, let yourself feel me, let me touch you like no one else ever could. Let me hold you, don’t hold back, don’t keep it in, don’t keep your walls up, just let go and I will be your first and your only. Your conscious mind is confused, but you subconscious is giving in more and more, surrendering itself to your emotional needs more and more, and all it has to do is…”

“Let” … Lower.

“Me” … Your.
“In” … Walls.

His lips brushed her nipple, and as they made contact, his eyes closed, and the imperceptible layer of magical protection that had surrounded him for his entire life fell away.

The part of him that was searching for her, the part of him that he didn’t realize until this very moment that she’d been fighting, actively resisting, the part of him that was trying to tear Chris out of her, that was trying to rip away the collected memories of his existence that she had taken from the world along with his soul. The soul he was trying to take back, to what end he didn’t know, found itself engulfed in the mist, swallowed up by her.

She held the back of his head and pushed his face gently into her breast as he sucked on her nipple ,”Good boy, listen carefully now, my voice is the only voice, my words are the only words, there is nothing between us, you are open, and I am here.”

She was inside him now, she was massaging his power, his core, touching him, caressing him, consuming him in her softness, and his mind was swimming in her, penetrating her but being wrapped up and swallowed at the same time. His power was inside her, but she was all around him, his walls down, slowly succumbing to her overwhelming essence.

But even still, he was still himself, and he still held a bright, shinning piece of a human soul that was not his own. Though now that his walls were no more, that soul cried out to join the rest of itself in her.

Slowly she stroked his head and his neck, gently she brushed her hand through his hair as he worshiped her nipple, unable to break contact with her warmth, held by her as she pierced the veil of his distances and isolation. “Your powers are a burden, they only get in your way. You don’t know how to use them, and holding on to that sliver of energy is only hurting you. You’ll be so much happier letting go, it always feels good to let got to me. All you have ever wanted is to let go, and now you can let go for me again, just like you let go of your conscious mind. Forget everything else now, let yourself forget and stop fighting. Let me take it, let me show you have good it feels to give in to me.”

Danny quivered in her embrace, and as she puled her nipple from his mouth he let out a gasping sigh, but as he exhaled, he felt fingers of mist weave into his essence and pop free some strange piece of alien awareness, something that had been trying to escape from him, something that had been pulling him towards her all along, and as it left him, as it flew from his being and into hers when she leaned down to kiss his lips, a thunderclap inside his mind broke the world apart.

Constance took a forced step back from him as his walls shot back up even stronger then before, even more forcefully than when she had almost bested…

Bested?

Why was?

Who?

What was?

Danny didn’t remember why he had come… oh, he was curious about past life regression and curious about hypnosis, that’s why there was a big spiral spinning on a stand, that’s why…

Something was gone.

Danny’s body was warm, heavy, and still. His breathing was steady, shallow, but slow, and his erection was pushing hard against his pants. There was a void in his mind, but it was filling. Bits and pieces of every moment of every day of his life for the last few months were falling into it, and he felt things shifting and falling away, but he didn’t know what they were.

The void was filling up with what it was destroying, his psyche, the world, and history were disappearing, then the void was gone.

Everything was gone, nothing before the realization he was staring at an older woman’s huge, naked breasts, breasts that had some kind of lighting effects she must have set up projecting a swirling spiral on… nothing was wrong.

Nothing was wrong… weird, but not… wrong.

Constance smiled at him with her soft dark eyes, but it slowly became a smirk as Danny stared at her naked breasts, staring at her chest as the illusion of the spiral started to emanate from her tits again, and no words came to his lips. 

“My voice is the only voice,” she spoke and he felt her words inside his head now too, echoing my voice is the only voice. He felt her inside his mind, he felt her voice, her will caressing him, gently causing his walls to drop because she was already behind those walls, gently guiding him back into her warm embrace.

“Look at my breasts Danny, look at the spiral as it pulls you towards me, as it pulls your mind between my breasts. You were so close to me, but then you pushed me away, and you didn’t want to push me away, not really.” 

He was having a hard time thinking, thinking of anything other than her massive breasts and his erection, and everything she said sounded so reasonable and so…

Strong.

Her soft voice was overpowering him, and he couldn’t look away from the swirling, twisting spiral as it pulled him deeper into her warmth, deeper into the smothering softness of her breasts. He felt something inside himself, some deep, strong, part of himself pushing against her softness, pushing against her gentle, enthralling, overpowering voice, the voice in his mind that was the voice she spoke with. 

The surreal slowness of his thoughts, the detached feeling from his own body, all of it mingled into a dreamlike state where things were just happening to him. He was too docile, too cowed by the sudden amnesia of the memories she took, that he didn’t remember having or losing, and too overawed by the ethereal swirling spiral on her captivating, entrancing breasts.  

“What you want and what you feel is the need to be close, to touch me, you want to suck on my tits, you want to feel my skin, you would love to feel my breasts wrap and your cock, to feel my lips kiss yours again, to feel my tongue tease you before I swallow you, before I mount you and ride you, before I become your first and your one and only true love. You want me Danny, you want to be closer to me than you’ve ever been able to be with any woman. You want to be inside me in every way and you can, you can have me and the more you want me Danny, the less you want your powers, because your powers are keeping us apart.”

His powers?

The words she spoke conjured surreal images in his mind’s eye, illusions more powerful than imagination, and the voice she spoke with, and the voice he heard, one voice, one undeniable, powerful, beguiling voice that penetrated his existence, caused phantasmal shadows of those acts to dance on his skin. He could almost feel all of it.

But there was something in the way.

“Renounce your power Danny,” Constance was massaging her tits in front of his eyes, and the spiral pulled him into her, deep into the warm softness between her breasts. He felt himself blinking as he slumped down, slowly falling into a warm, catatonic state of rapt fascination more potent than before. 

His power?

When she squeezed her tits she whispered to him, “You have come to me Danny, now let me inside, let me come to you and you can cum inside me.”

His power.

Danny wanted to touch her, to feel her, to fuck her, his cock was leaking so much there was a damp spot in his pants where he’d soaked through.

“Why are you here Danny?” As she asked, she cupped one massive breast in both hands and simply held it, and as she did, the spiral drifted to her nipple and it became the center of the swirl yet again.

“My… power?” No, that was wrong, she told him he had it, but when? When had she explained that there was a reality to the thing he always knew about himself. “No. my… past lives, you said you would help me with memories I don’t… I don’t remember, but I feel like…”

There was no explanation for her nakedness, for the sexual onslaught of her hypnotism, but unless she directed his mind to a thought, he was simply too overwhelmed to think it.

“That’s right Danny,” there was laughter in her voice, warm, sweet, musical laughter that made him smile. It was a wave of dull, simple pleasure that made him feel dull and simple, but simply happy to please her. He wanted to please her, the way she’d said those words, like a teacher coaxing a struggling student, the way her laughter sounded inside his head, the one voice, the only voice, sent his thoughts tumbling down a path to finding the answers she was looking for.

“You found me because we knew each other in a past life,” he couldn’t hear the condescending bite of her laughter, he couldn’t hear the lies in her words, they were smothered by the need her voice compelled in him and by the mass of her entrancing breasts and the spiral, “you came to me to hypnotically regress you, to find the connection you’ve always been looking for, and in our past life we could never be together because of your special powers.”

Her lies filled the void in his mind and became truth.

“Even now, when we tried again after finally being reunited,” the smile he saw on her face was not the mocking glee of knowing she was crushing him under the weight of her lies and her breasts, “your powers still kept us apart. They push me away, and they keep you from where you want to me, deep in my embrace Danny, deep inside me. Don’t you want to be deep inside me? More than anything?” 

No, her smile to him wasn’t her toying with him, leading him where he needed to be courtesy of her mystical and beguiling charms that could enchant him now that his guard was lowered, and her powerful hypnosis that was only enhanced by her overwhelming breasts. No, it was just the sweet smile of a timeless lover that his powers had kept him apart from.

Of course that was it.

Of course that was why he was so lonely, his powers had kept his soul mate from him.

“Yes, I want you…” her questions, her leading, tantalizing, breathy, sultry questions that held his hand and walked his thoughts towards conclusion after conclusion, made him ache, “more than anything.”

“I feel that way too,” she started to gently massage her breast and its gentle shifting in her hands made the spiral shift and lead his eye as the softness of her heavy tit started to wash over his body with the swirling light. “I want you so deep inside me. But we can’t have that if you’re still fully clothed. Strip naked for me Danny, and repeat after me as you take off your clothes, I renounce my powers.”

He stood up in a clumsy, unsteady lurch, and started to undress, moving by the puppet strings of hypnotic suggestions, acting no different than a volunteer for a stage show would, “I renounce my powers.”

The words felt wrong in his mouth. They felt like a lie, but they were what he said, and they fell away as easily as his shirt hit the ground.

She reached out and gently grabbed him by the throat and stared deep into his eyes. The spiral was in her eyes now, each eye nothing more than a black and white swirl of twisting color that swallowed his mind.

“Say it again.”

His hands still moved to unfasten his belt, still moving on the power her suggestions, and this time as he started to speak he felt something trying to push the words down, but he wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop, not when he was so close.

Danny needed her, he ached for Constance, he’d ached for her before he knew her name, before her knew she existed. She was everything he’d always needed, everything he’d always dreamed of, she was who he had always wanted to love, in this life and those before it.

It didn’t matter that the past lives were a lie, Constance’s hypnotic enchantments had made it true.

“I renounce my power.”

His pants and underwear were tangled up around his ankles and he was still wearing his shoes and soaks, and his cock was harder, fuller, and longer than it had ever been in his life. When he said those four words a second time he felt something giving way in his spine, but as it drained from him, he felt something else take its place… something stronger… something more determined, and he stood up straighter, still staring into her inescapable spiraling eyes…

Even as she lower herself down to her knees and took his cock in her hands and started to stroke it, he stayed lost in her eyes. When she spoke again, it was to the head of his cock, “Speak the words once more, thrice is the number of times power demands, and thrice you shall repeat those words to make them true, do you understand?”

“I renounce,” his cock slid between her lips and a deep, thundering heat and pleasure started to build inside him even as he stared into those eyes again… “my…” eyes that were twisting parts of his mind, clamping off parts of his body and holding him still, inside and out, “power.”

Something bucked inside of him, something fierce and undeniable, but wholly caged, wholly locked away, and while he knew he should have been cumming fountains between her lips, his body simply did not respond.

Aching, anguishing waves of pleasure were lashing at his psyche, battering him from the inside out, and twisting him around in endless… spirals… All he could do was stare into her eyes and breathe as the inside of himself, the interior of who and what he was, crumbled down into its most base parts.

Then she blinked and the spirals disappeared.

Her eyes started up at his as she gently sucked his cock, slowly licking it at times, making a show of it as he stood there, bold, upright, kept in place by the voice, the one voice… it was inside him, it was her, it was all around him, and he whimpered with over-stimulated sexual pleasure, but he couldn’t move.

Slowly, painfully slowly she slid her lips off his cock, “You’re weak Danny, you’re too weak to carry the power you have, and that’s the real reason you renounced it. If you were stronger, if you could have controlled it, you could have let us be together, but you were too weak. You’re even too weak to stand now aren’t you Danny?”

The force, the silver thread that ran from his brain down through his spine that was keeping him standing straight and tall, snapped and he sat down into the chair behind him. As he sat down, and then slumped back, Constance moved closer to him, spread his legs, and then wrapped his cock between her tits while she sat up on her knees.

“Tell me you are too weak for your powers Danny.”

He watched his massive, aching erection vanish between her breasts, and felt the need to look into her deep brown eyes as he said, “I am too weak for my powers.”

“You are, and it is so freeing to admit, isn’t it?” She massaged her tits together up and down, and up and down, fucking his cock, still wet and slick from her mouth, and he felt that thing, that heavy, powerful thing inside him dropping down, deeper down out of his core and into his balls. “Say it again.”

“I am…” he gasped as another phantom orgasm punctured his mind and body in a spasm contained by his bodily paralysis, “too weak for my powers.”

Constance shifted so the head of his cock was out of her cleavage and near her lips, and as before she spoke to the head, “Speak the words once more, thrice is the number of times power demands, and thrice you shall repeat those words to make them true, do you understand?”

“I,” relief and agonizing ecstasy flooded his body as her lips curled around his cock again, “…am too weak for my powers.”

Her eyes, so deep and dark and brown, held his gaze even as she took his full length, then slowly slid up and down three times before sliding him out of her mouth.

His balls ached and felt like they were bowling balls made of lead.

“Here Danny,” she started to take off his shoes and socks, “let me help you. You’re too weak to do this yourself now. You’re so much weaker than me, and you see that now, now that you’re not blinded by power you could never use, power that was wasted on you, power you aren’t even strong enough to carry, because all this time your power was carrying you, just like it was separating you from the rest of the world. You’re not strong enough Danny, but I am, and now that we can finally be together, there’s no more meaningful gift than you giving your power to me.”

The magic she was weaving around him, and in him was gone now, but his deeply hypnotized and overwhelmed mind were still under her thrall, cocooned in her suggestions and her sexuality.

“You can have my power Constance,” he stood up, propelled by what he thought was true love, and by raw sexual energy, “I want to give you all of my power, but I don’t know how.”

Constance stood too and gently took his cock in her hand, “What you freely give, I will freely take.”

She tugged gently on his cock and started to walk backwards towards the door, “But not here.”

She led him by the dick into her bedroom, and eased him onto her bed before finally removing the rest of her dress, which had stayed belted around  her waist, and then, naked, climbed on top of his legs.

“Look at my tits Danny, look at my huge, relaxing tits. Nothing is softer, nothing is more soothing to your mind than my beautiful, hypnotic breasts. Let them enthrall you anew, let them ease you into deep sleep with your eyes open and your mind quiet. Let my breasts swallow you whole…” again she wrapped her tots around his cock, “the same way they swallow your manhood.”

The voice in his mind was quiet, just a soft echo of the words she spoke out loud now, and he felt both more and less himself. As she wrapped her massive tits around his cock and he felt their warm, soft weight on his dick and on his thighs, his own heaviness, his own renounced power was pooled and throbbing in his balls. 

Everything else was out of him though, and other than that pulsating need to cum, that need to gush his power out, to expel the thing that had kept her away, that had kept the outside world away, Danny just felt incredibly focused and impossibly relaxed.

“That’s right my Danny, the harder your cock gets, the more loose and limp, and deeply relaxed your body becomes. It feels almost like your whioe body can be swallowed in my softness, in my warm, deep cleavage. Just feel their softness comforts you, compelling your manhood up and up, more and more, opening the way for me to take what you freely give.”

But was he freely giving this thing to her?

It had to be.

It felt like his mind, his thought, his desire to give it all away, and he was so weak now, too weak to imagine being strong enough to lug this heavy, powerful weight in his balls. What she suggested was so easy to agree with, what she suggested felt like it was his own idea.

“That’s it my sweet, let my tits sooth you, let them enthrall you completely in body and mind, and just follow my voice.” She started sliding up his body, brushing her tits up his stomach and his chest, and then so smoothly he didn’t realize it until after it happened, she took him in herself.

“Look at my breasts Danny,” she started to ride him slowly, “just watch them bounce so softly, up and down. Let them become your world, let everything else fade away. Be blank for me Danny, be blank and reflective.”

The gentle sway of her tits and the slick, warmth of her pussy consumed Danny’s awareness. “Watch my tits, only my tits, and feel what you’ve longed to feel all your life. Feel it, feel the desperate need you’ve always had, feel the pleasure I’m giving you, feel me make your dreams come true, and just feel your words become a reflection of my voice.”

There was something softer in her words now, something tender and sweet, beguilingly gentle compared to the overpowering strength in her words after he lowered those walls he didn’t know he had. Her voice was closer to when he first came into her office and she started to hypnotize him.

“Watch my tits, let them hypnotize your concerns, let them hypnotize your wonder, and let mu suggestions fill your mind like my breasts fill your eyes.”

She rolled her hips and started to ride him every so slightly faster, and her tits started to bounce a little more, and the pleasure, and those beautiful hypnotizing breasts destroyed his conscious thoughts again.

“I give my power to Constance, my power is for Constance to take.”

She put a hand around his throat as she rode him, and her eyes smiled down at him as he said those words, automatically repeating, being the mirror she had hypnotized him into.

“I give my power to Constance, my power is for Constance to take.”

She moaned as she spoke, and she gasped at the end, her body quivering on his, her hips pushing down, and the hand around his throat gently, comfortingly held him in her dominance as he repeated them again.

Danny’s cock was deep in her, deep in the throes of near climax, and his balls were an aching, desperate pulse.

“You’re so close Danny, look at my tits, only my tits and say the words again. Thrice is the number of times power demands, and thrice you shall repeat those words to make them true. Say them one more time, for me, for yourself, free yourself, and give your gift of love and devotion to me, finally, to me.”

“I, I give my…” a reservoir of life and strength welled up from his balls and through his body, “… my power to Constance…” it started to erupt out of him, and as it did his mind started to burn to life with white light and clear vision, burning away Constance’s hypnotic webs that had wrapped around him… but it was too late…

“Your power has always been mine to take you poor, stupid boy,” she kissed him hard as he started to gush into her in a room shaking cascade of climax and release. He felt that weight gush out of his cock, pulling parts of his mind and body, reflexes and subconscious responses that twined through his nervous system in ways that would never show up on a medical scan, and as she kissed him, he felt her gently taking that power out of him even as he blasted it deep into her.

Her hips pushed down hard, and her hand was still around his throat, but it was the kiss that dominated him and kept him in place even as his body thrashed under her, hips bucking arms twitching at his sides.

When Danny opened his eyes and stared up at Constance, she was not the woman she had been. Her hair was thick and full with no shades of gray and the lines were gone from her face. She was slender now, save for her incredible bust, and her lithe, muscular body sat atop him in conquest…

And he was still hard.

And he was still deep inside her.

“Thrice is the number that power demands Danny,” she sat astride his cock and stretched her back and spread her arms. She looked like a porn star now, a young, vibrant, perfect specimen of hyper-sexuality, and as her hips rolled and his cock quivered in its inescapable, slick warmth, Danny shook his head.

“What… oh my god… what happened to me… what did you do?”

All trace of deep trance was gone from his mind, all trace of her silver, ethereal binding, and echoes of her psychic voice were gone too, but he was still hard, still inside her, and still under her.

“Twice more you will spill your seed in me,” Constance, the goddess that straddled him spoke with a voice of pure music and gentle contempt, “twice more you will freely give what I take. And now…”

She cupped her huge, perky tits in her smooth, flawless hands, “You will once again find yourself watching my tits, watching my breasts as they bounce gently up and down, hypnotizing you as I ride your strength, your manhood, and drain the power you offered me in sacrifice, and in love. What is said cannot be unsaid, not by you. What has begun cannot be stopped, not by you. All you can do is follow and watch as your mind slows again… slowing down again as you watch my breasts as they hypnotize you yet again, now and always entrancing you, even without my greater magic. Just watch them bounce as I take you even deeper. Watch my tits as you feel yourself sinking into me now, into my voice, and feel your weakness. Feel the failure of your strength, and surrender to my suggestions again.”

The pleasure, the quivering hungry warmth of her pussy, and the silky softness of her musical voice kept him fascinated by her breasts. He knew there was something he could do… or not do at least… he could not cooperate, he could resist he… could only stare at those tits, reminding him of the spiral, reminding him how good it felt for his conscious mind to get fucked by her voice just like she was fucking him…

A deep, roaring orgasm erupted out of him, and he snarled like a wild animal as he came. The words “for you” escaped his lips, caught in the sounds he was making, because it was for her. It was all of her…

“All for me Danny, all for me.” He hadn’t realized she’s been chanting those words as she rode him faster and faster, and when he finally agreed on that deep level her hypnotic tricks penetrated down to, he came for a second time, and it carried more of himself into her as surely as it carried those words to his lips.

With the same deceptive grace and fluidity that marked everything she did, Constance slid off of him and gently took his slick cock in her hand. She laid beside him on the bed and stroked him, “Every stroke makes it easier to listen and follow, every wave of pleasure takes you deeper under. You’re so very weak Danny, too weak to resist, too weak to own the gifts you were given, and too weak to save the last little bit of power which would really be the perfect amount for you. Instead, you’re going to use that last little bit of power to feel strong, and to feel the undeniable love you have for me.”

When she said love, she tittered and squeezed the base of his shaft. He was blank again, just a reflective surface for her will, but her teasing mockery still stung his pride.

How could he still have pride?

How could he be anything other than a mindless cock gushing the only thing special about himself into her?

How could he have let this happen?

What even was happening?

Danny fought, but as he did his body remained still, his breathing deep, his eyes closed as her hand pumped him up and down.

While his subconscious mind sank deeper under the weight of her tits, their bouncing, hypnotic perfection burned into the backs of his eyelids, he found a light inside him that cut through the deeper darkness.

“Chris.”

He said the name, and he felt things starting to give way. He felt…

“Who’s that Danny?”

…his hands on her breast… 

“I don’t…” He was so close, so close to ripping some thread, tearing some seam that would…

“Do you want to talk about people you don’t remember,” Constance was fingering herself as he groped her tits in a fugue, “or do you want to fuck me?”

The next few minutes were quick and clumsy. He was a rutting animal, a beast that was fucking out the last of his sex drive, the last of his seed. He felt strong, he felt primal, he felt certain as he took her, and he knew it was all for himself, all for his pleasure, all for…

“Me Danny,” she pulled his hair and dug her nails into his back as she whispered in his ear, “your power is freely given, and it is all for me now.”

The orgasm turned his body to mush and he melted on top of her, drained and empty. With a surprisingly gentle shove she rolled Danny back onto his back, then touched his forehead with her pointer finger.

“You have surrendered your magic, your power to me willingly. You have willingly believed my lies, and you have enthusiastically flung yourself into my traps, telling yourself you were doing otherwise. Even with the gift you had, you were still just a man, and all men are ultimately ruled by their cocks and their pride. Both betrayed you, by betraying your inner nature, and now, after so very long I am finally restored to my youth and my flawless beauty. But tell me Danny…”

His eyes opened and he stared up at her as a wave of pleasure moved through his body and made his drained, flaccid cock swell to its fullest size again. “Don’t you want to give me everything? Don’t you want to give me all that you are?”

She was the woman in the silver mist turned to flesh and blood, and when she put that finger on his forehead he felt the threads of her will moving through his body, attaching themselves to him, turning him into a puppet from the inside out. He was defenseless, too much of him was already inside her, too much of her hypnotic sway had webbed up his subconscious mind.

“Yes Constance, I want to give you everything.”

There had been a flash earlier, when his power surged as she took the first piece of it. He could have escaped her, or imposed his will on her, even the simple psychological hold she had taken on his impressionable mind was broken, but his cock didn’t want to escape… so in truth, neither did he.

There was no flash now, and no clarity, nor were there any arcane rules like the ones she followed without him knowing, that kept her from using her magic to take his own from him.

“If we had truly met in another life Danny,” she was washing over him and filling him with her will from the inside out, “I would have destroyed you and taken your power then.”

There was nothing Danny could do about her confession except agree with her. Constance was eternal and inevitable, he knew that now, and that was all he knew. Her voice was the only voice.

Now he was under her spell, and now he was inside her again, and this time she would slowly take her time.

After all, now that he was powerless he’d be just like all the others, she would take his soul, and with it all traces of his existence, and this time, unlike in her long youth when she was first at the height of her power, she wouldn’t waste her powers and let age and time touch her again as they did two hundred years ago.

No, she had grown stronger and wiser, she would not make the same mistakes as before.

No, Constance Potter would continue as she had for the last two hundred years, enthralling and draining the souls of men to keep her rejuvenated. This time she would not waste the magic she stole, replenishing what she had lost.

Constance Potter would just use it to more effectively open the minds of the unbelievers, making it faster to feast on their essence until they ceased to be.

Because, after those centuries if Constance had learned anything, simply living a life of contentment was more pleasurable than grand ambitions. When she had been the daughter of a potter and a burgeoning witch in the earliest days of America, she had been drunk on power and full of ambition.

But now, no more. 

Some other disciple of the lost arts could try and bring the Goddess of Darkness into this new world. Constance had tried, failed, and burnt herself out in attempting to do so, oh so long ago. No, Constance was done with high magic, done with trying to usher in a new age of the most ancient darkness. Instead, Constance would just fuck men’s minds and bodies until she could devour their souls while she enjoyed the luxuries of the modern age.

Later, as the world started to forget Danny, as all trace of him was gone from her bed, and all that he had been was turned to power inside her at her disposal, she looked at the impossibly beautiful young woman that stared back at her in the mirror, smiled, and then willed herself back to the body and face she actually recognized.

There would be a time and a place to revert to that form, but that wasn’t who she was anymore.