A-Cup Angst Ch. 02

"It was all I knew how to do, Master," she replied.

"But, I ordered you to never act suspiciously, and last night was very suspicious behavior," he inquired.

"No, Master," she corrected him, "you ordered us all to never act suspiciously in public, or where we might be under surveillance. Rose's house is spelled against magical surveillance and you taught her mom to check for mundane wiretaps, whenever we're coming here. We can act how ever we want in here and no one will ever know." Rose nodded along with Sonya's explanation.

Jamie grunted. All she said was true. He thought for a moment and then pointed out the window and asked, "So, out there, you won't be the sex beast you were last night?"

Sonya shook her head no, and said, "That would be a violation of your orders. I can feel as sexy as I want, but I mustn't show it in any way. And today, I'm not to think of any sex at all."

He rescinded his order to Sonya to not think of sex for the rest of the day, and the sex beast returned. He ordered her to demonstrate how she would act out of their safe house. The blatant hunger in her come hither eyes abated, somewhat. Her movements reclaimed a bit of efficiency, and her body no longer sang out a sultry tune of seduction with each motion. He nodded to himself and approved. There was no way to deny the sexuality of her new, perfect body, but she didn't act like a demented sex fiend, so it would not likely lead to her being found out as a slave.

Jamie took his leave of the girls and walked home. It was brunch time on Saturday and he had to keep his inner monologue a secret from the people sitting on the patios of various eateries and cafes he passed in his walk. For the rest of the day, he was wracked with guilt over having done such a terrible thing to the girls. On Sunday, he woke up feeling bad, and then sulked through the Jacobs' family time, enduring much harsh criticism from his parents. The unfairness knocked him out of his misery. Despite his foul mood, he was still much more charming and polite than his younger sister ever was, even on her best of days, and here he was, catching more flak than she ever did. He did his level best to keep calm. He resisted the urge to use his power on his family. He was still a novice, and no good could come of it. By the time evening came, the kids were dismissed and he went to his room. He looked at the opulent Worth mansion, just sixty feet away from his window and narrowed his eyes. Guilt and self recriminations could wait. There was one more witch to be dealt with. The one that started this whole mess. Jamie lowered the shade on his window and grinned. This time tomorrow, he might just end up with Helena Worth in his power, and there would be no more obstacles to whatever he chose to do. For better or for worse.

On Monday, Rose skipped her last class of the day and snuck into the boys' locker room. Chris Welling was there, all alone, and warming up his plentiful muscles. Rose took a moment to admire his beef cake physique, but then hurried along to do her master's bidding before the rest of the team got there. "Hey, Chris," she called out to him.

The sandy-haired young man stopped his warm up routine, his face adopting its perennial expression of confusion, and looked Rose over. "This is the guys' locker room," he said.

"Yeah, I know," responded Rose, "but I just had to come and talk to you." She admired again the young man's square jaw and hawkish brow. These were the kind of features that made panties wet. If only they weren't screwed up into such an expression of incomprehension.

Chris looked at her for a few more moments and then said, "This is the guys' locker room. You can't be here."

Rose suppressed an eye roll and said, "I won't tell if you won't."

"Tell who," asked the muscle bound blonde.

"Listen," said Rose, standing right in front of him, "I want to talk to you about Helena."

Chris' stupid expression didn't change one little bit. "You can't be in here," he insisted.

Rose quelled her irritation with Chris' thickness, with the willpower one could only get by being an obedient slave, and made insistent eye contact with him. "Look into my eyes and listen, Chris," she said, ensnaring his limited awareness with her powers. As the man stared at her blankly, she took a deep breath and summoned all her abilities. She had to tread very, very lightly, lest she disturb Helena's orders already taking up room in this Neanderthal's itty, bitty brain. "You want Helena, don't you?"

"Yes," he responded, vacantly.

"You want her for yourself," said Rose.

Chris' brow twitched and drew down slightly. "Who else would I want her for," he asked in genuine confusion.

Rose bit back her swear words and continued in her suggestive tone, "When Helena asks you if you are hers, don't say yes right away. Say yes only at the last possible chance, right before she gives you the last of her."

Chris stood there, blankly staring back at Rose's eyes, for a minute or so, before finally asking, "Why would I say I was hers?"

"Because," clarified Rose, "if you say you are hers the last time she asks you, she'll become yours."

After a few more moments, Chris spoke up, "But, if I say that I'm hers..."

"Chris," interrupted Rose, "when Helena is giving you the most precious part of her, answer yes, only when she has given you all of it. If you answer yes after she has given you all of her, she will be yours."

Chris stared dumbly into Rose's eyes before saying, "She already gave me her precious part. I already got it."

Rose ignored the fact Chris apparently thought he was Helena's first and kept at it. She trickled some more of her power into the mouthbreather's head and said, "Helena has something else to give you Chris, she'll give it to you tonight. If you say you're hers only after she has given it all to you, than she will be all yours. If you say you're hers as soon as she asks, she will not be yours and you won't get it all." Chris' face maintained its perplexed expression in silence. "If you play hard to get, you'll get all of her precious gift." Rose did her level best to get that concept to stick in the blonde's head.

After some time, Chris' face changed its expression into the second of its three possibilities. He adopted his self satisfied smirk. "Alright," he said, "I've got to play hard to get, when she asks me. I got it. Thanks!"

"You're welcome, Chris," said Rose with relief. "You'll know when the last time comes, because you'll feel it, trust me." Chris stared into her eyes and blankly accepted her suggestion. "Tell no one I was here, or that I gave you this advice. Don't tell Helena we talked about this, she'll get jealous and then you won't get her special gift." Chris nodded and Rose felt her suggestions take tentative hold in his mind. She left the locker room, just as the rest of the team started to arrive. The suggestions were so weak, they could wear off in his feeble mind, but if Rose made them any stronger, Helena would likely feel them the next time she planted some of her own. Rose let out a huff of frustration at the unexpected difficulty of the task and left the school grounds.

Just after sunset, Rose and Sandra found themselves sitting on Jamie's bed and listening to Jamie's real time wiretap of Helena's phone. The twosome was done with their strutting all over the popular hangouts in town and Chris was driving them to Helena's house. Jamie was pacing the floor of his room and muttering to himself. Sonya had been there with them, but she distracted Jamie with her sexiness and was a vivid reminder of what he did, so he had sent her home. His guilt was still riding him hard and, now that the very iffy plan was coming to its do or die point, Jamie wasn't so sure of himself anymore. His thoughts strayed to how things would be if he just went over to Helena's early and confessed everything and let her take over, wipe his mind, whatever. He could live a happy existence as her boy toy, or whatever. On the other hand, he seriously wanted the blonde to suffer for everything she did to him. He turned to his two beautiful slaves and shook his head, as if to clear it. "Is this going to work," he asked, pleadingly.

"Yes, Master," soothed the girls, with one voice, "of course it will."

Jamie shook his head and said to Rose, "I still don't see why you can't just charm Helena into casting the spell that enslaved the two of you."

"Master," replied Rose, with love and respect displacing any would-be annoyance from her voice, "the presence of any kind of charm magic in a witch's mind is undone by her own power. I doubt that there's a witch in the world that I could charm for a long enough time to cast that spell. And, even if I could, no one can cast such a spell while there's a charm or compulsion in their head. It's impossible! It's the equivalent of driving a lap on a wet race track with the emergency brake on. You can't even get started!"

"But Sonya and the two of you cast it while you were my slaves," countered Jamie, half-heartedly. They had this discussion a dozen times already in the last three weeks.

"We cast the spell, Master," said Sandra patiently, "but we were not under compulsion or a charm to do so." She stood up and knelt before Jamie. "We were under the effects of no mental magic at the time." She took his hands into her own and kissed them. "By casting the original spells and naming you in them, we accepted all the changes to our bodies that the spell brought. As our bosoms grew and the universe rewrote our very DNA, our brains rewrote our minds to grow fonder of you. There is no magic compelling us from day to day. We freely choose to obey and love you. Forever."

Jamie looked long into the bright, blue eyes that looked up at him in adoration. He knew the girls were telling him the truth of the matter, he had ordered them to, each and every time the subject came up. The nuances of witchcraft still eluded his understanding. He took his hand out of hers and stroked her short hair, mussing up her curls, somewhat. Sandra giggled and he pulled her face up by the chin to give her a tender kiss. "I love you, Master," she whispered into his lips. Rose sat closer to him and hugged him. Jamie patted his bed and Sandra sat on his opposite side, also hugging him.

"Alright, girls," he said, "let's listen in and wait for our cue."

Helena led Chris to her bedroom and had him sit down at her dresser. She looked deep into his eyes, projected her power into his head, and said, "You are going to watch me strip and you're going to get hard. After I crook my finger at you, you're going to come to me, on my bed, and you're going to fuck me very, very forcefully until you answer yes to my question. Understand?"

Chris stared blankly back at her for a few moments, before nodding yes. Helena rolled her eyes and stepped towards her bed. Chris was slow on the uptake, even when accepting magical instructions. It mattered not. He was super handsome, and a beefcake, with a huge dick. After she enslaved him, he would be more than eager to develop an intellect worthy of her lover. She climbed up on her bed and used her magic to activate her stereo. This was a big night for her and everything had to be perfect. The low, sultry saxophone music led her through her slow, sensual striptease, that was equally there to titillate Chris as it was to get her in the mood. The spell she was going to cast would also enhance the sexual sensations for her and she intended to make the best of it. Her fingertips grazed lightly over every inch of her smooth skin she exposed to Chris, stoking her lust. Soon, she was gyrating her hips lewdly, while rolling her panties down her thighs.

Chris got up and shucked his clothes in short order. Helena tossed her panties at him and giggled when they landed on his hard, fat cock and hung there. He took them off his cock and sniffed them, before smirking his self-satisfied smirk at her. Helena rolled her eyes and waggled her fingers at him, invitingly. He jumped on her and flattened her into the soft mattress. Helena gasped for breath as he kissed her neck and pawed her breasts. When he got up on one elbow to let his hand have free reign of her nethers, she drew a deep breath and began to softly chant the spell. He ignored her chanting and lined up his long, hard shaft with her pussy. When he thrust into her, she stopped chanting, for but a moment, before resuming her chant, only now it was sobbed out with each thrust of Chris' hard cock. His thick meat was again spreading her pussy to the point of rupturing and making every nerve she had sing out in joy that bordered on pain.

The spellform was already inscribed under her bed, with all the proper materials, and, now that she had started to chant, all she needed to activate the spell was to orgasm at Chris' doing. Once she came, a part of her power would transfer to Chris and her voice would be free to ask him one question. She had chosen the question of "are you mine" that she had already inscribed into the circle under her bed. After Chris answers "yes", the magical power she gave unto him would transform his mind into that of her loving protector, and it would also make him immune to any and all charm magic, thus making him her ideal companion and confidante. It was a permanent loss of a fraction of her power, but she saw it as a small price to pay. As Chris plugged away, she chanted on. The friction in her wet pussy was winding her up like a toy. Her whole body was tensing up and arching off the bed with each thrust of his cock. He changed position and lay squarely on top of her, pinning her to the bed.

His cock was now sawing under her clit and across her g-spot and all her thrashing limbs were pinned by his mass. Her belly took over for her limbs. She felt like all her internal organs were engaged in sex with one another and they were getting closer to orgasm, just like their mistress. She used all her concentration to keep chanting the spell. Her whole body was on fire. She was in sweet agony from head to toe, yet she wanted nothing more than to keep chanting and cum. Every muscle in her body began to tighten up in time with his thrusts. Every single tissue that made up her physical body began vibrating in time with her hoarse chant. The pressure inside her was so great that she began to dread the orgasm's impending arrival. Finally, her body could contain it no more. A dam deep inside of her broke.

Helena's body shook from head to toe in an orgasm that rendered her blind with pleasure. She felt like her very soul was welling up from deep within her and gushing out of her cunt in high pressure squirts that were being slurped up by his hard cock, draining her dry with each pump. With each contracting squirt of her womb, Helena felt more and more of her power and life slip away from her, only to be replaced by hot pinpricks of pure ecstasy. They roared through her like a sandstorm, each whirling grain of sand an orgasm, all by itself. The only thought she could muster was that she had died and been reincarnated as an orgasm to be forever shared by lovers all over the world. Time and space lost all meaning to her as the orgasms welled up through her skin to fly off into the universe and become stars, seen only on the backs of her eyelids.

Finally, she rejoined her exhausted body and looked him in the eyes. "Are you mine," she croaked.

Chris didn't pause his thrusts as he said, "No."

Helena's mouth resumed chanting the spell, even as her pleasure addled brain strained to comprehend the concept of a hitch in the plan. It took a few moments for the fog of lust to clear from her mind and enable her to understand what he had said. Panic started to struggle with the post orgasmic haze in her mind. He had said no and kept on thrusting into her pussy. Helena realized, with dread, that something had gone wrong. She needed to do something, but she could not figure out what. Her limbs were all but useless, having converted all the energy their muscles contained into burning, liquid joy. She doubted she could muster the strength to even pinch him. With willpower born of panic, she forced her intellect to function despite the unbridled ecstasy welling up within her yet again.

The spell was born with her orgasm and was now a thing alive and wild. It held her sorcery in escrow to be transferred to Chris with each of her orgasms, until he answered yes to her question of "are you mine". And her voice was now also taken from her, by the spell, to perpetuate itself. Her mouth chanted on, against her will. She shut her eyes as her body shuddered feebly through another orgasm that rent her mind and soul into a thousand pieces. Again she felt like she was dying, her soul slipping out of her cunt to create a vacuum inside her that would pull in all the ecstasy in the universe, and resurrect her in pure pleasure. "Are you mine," she asked, bidden so by the spell, after more of her power was drained into Chris.

"No," responded the humping beefcake.

The answer prompted another bout of rational thought in the back of Helena's exhausted mind. She analyzed her predicament and realized she was in no real danger, except maybe literally dying of pleasure. If Chris kept answering no to her question, than, after he answered no to the last question, the spell would return all of her power to her and everything would be like it was before, except that the two of them would be very thoroughly fucked out. If he answered yes after any one of her impending orgasms, he would instantly become her ideal lover and protector and the spell would be finished. Later, she could get him to cast the bodily modification spell, that she had cast to make her breasts grow, and get him to ask for a greater intellect in exchange for returning her power to her. All would be well and Helena giggled tiredly, out loud, at the thought of literally fucking her man smarter. She also decided that she would cast this very spell with Chris, every now and then, in a purely recreational capacity.

With her mind calmed and dissuaded of any danger, she orgasmed again and again. Each and every time her voice stopped chanting to ask Chris, "Are you mine?"

He answered, "No," each time and Helena's ordeal continued. Finally, when the very last bit of Helena's sorcerous power drained into him, he answered, "Yes." Helena gave a goofy little grin and passed out, thoroughly exhausted, physically, emotionally and spiritually.

Chris wanted to cum into Helena very, very badly. He had fucked her for almost an hour now and he had not cum. His cock was rock hard and his balls felt swollen to the point of pain. Still, he could not cum in her now that she had passed out. Cumming on her, he also discounted. He pulled out of his sleeping loved one and gently rolled her on her side to pull the sheets out from under her. He arranged her in a comfortable sleeping position and covered her up. He went to the kitchen and brought up a glass of water and set it down on the nightstand in case she was thirsty when she woke up. He started looking around her room to see if there was anything else he could do for her, when he heard the front door open and close. He looked to Helena's face, gently snoring on her pillow. Didn't she lock it after they came in?

"Chris Welling," called a voice from downstairs. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

Chris strained to recognize the taunting, sing-song voice downstairs. He felt stronger than ever before in his life, and there was no way some idiot was going to disturb his loved one's sleep. He rushed out of the room and bounded down the stairs. He was going to bash someone's head open. "Just not in Helena's house," he thought to himself. "I'll choke hold them, drag them out and then bash their head open."

"Come out and face me, you fucktard idiot rapist queef," called the voice. Chris thought he had heard it before, somewhere, but he just couldn't place it. When he turned the corner in the living room, he saw that Jacob nerd that lived near Helena's house. His face adopted his gleeful asskicking expression and he charged at the little loser with a roar.