Blue Familiars

Kara leered at Hannah, but shook her head decisively. "I would love to, but I'm not done yet. I have just been given my inheritance, but I am still a novice witch, and I must build my power base to ensure my position. I have filled you with as much power as a I dare. If I jam too much more in too quickly we might risk burnout, which would make you useless to me or anyone else. Yet I cannot store my power around the house or I would risk losing much to a thief."

"There is..." Hannah trailed off, her newly blue eyes blinking thoughtfully.

"Yes, my pet?" Kara languidly touched Hannah's chin, stroking her like a favored dog.

Hannah curled into the witch's warm fingers, savoring her mistress' favor. "I have three other roommates. We're all sophomores, so we'll be at college for several more years. If you take all of them, we could continue our education or pretend to continue our education, then come to work for you. We wouldn't disappear and our families would know where we are, they just wouldn't wonder why we're not coming home." Her thighs clenched tightly at the naughty thought of helping her mistress enslave her roommates.

"That's...not a bad plan." said Kara, considering the suggestion thoughtfully while she stroked her pet. "If any of my pets were to leave my side for any length of time, I would need to provide a glamor, such as for holidays, but that is simply done. You would all hide in plain sight, while remaining my animals. Very *good*, pet, very good!"

Hannah's eyes teared up, suddenly overcome that she had pleased her mistress. "Thank you!" she gushed. She whined in disappointment when Kara stopped stroking her.

"I have another gift for you," said the witch, gesturing regally. "It is in the top drawer of the dresser. Please fetch it for me."

Her momentary disappointment quickly forgotten, Hannah leaped from the bed, eager to do her mistress' bidding. Sliding the drawer open, she gasped in surprise. Inside was a heavy Gothic collar, made of what appeared to be steel. The engraving was incredibly detailed, swirling almost as if by magic from the form of one mythical beast to the next, gryphons to harpies to dragons. It probably *was* magic. In the front was mounted a large sapphire, the color of her mistress. She picked it up in her hands gingerly. "Can I?" She said, her eyes imploring her mistress who had remained on the bed, watching Hannah benevolently.

"Of course," came the indulgent reply. "All of my familiars must be adorned properly. Besides," she said seductively, "I can't draw power out of a familiar without the gem. It's part and parcel of being my slave." She dropped her voice an octave. "And you want to be my slave, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, mistress!" said Hannah adoringly. She brought both halves of the heavy collar up to her neck, and without hesitation snapped it shut with a deep click. The room changed, suddenly, everything now in much sharper relief. Around her mistress was a swirling miasma of blue light, almost bright enough to make her have to look away. She could see the same energy now, hanging around her too, but it was more static, stationary. It was nothing like the riotous shades of blue that surrounded her mistress. She could feel a faint warmth at her neck where the gem sat, and licked her blue lips. It was done! No matter what else happened, she had declared herself for her mistress irrevocably. At her decision, the auras faded swiftly, the magic settling into background noise.

"Ravish me! Name me! Do what you want with me! I'm yours," Hannah said theatrically, bowing low so that her blue capped breasts swung freely.

A short breeze, and suddenly Kara was pressing her body against her pet, her warmth making Hannah's heart miss a beat. The studs in her nipples traced delightful swirls against Hannah's side as the witch pressed her lips to her ears. "Ravish you I will, but your name remains your own. Rest assured I will give you a new name, a true name, to keep others from controlling you, but it's *so* much easier to maintain one's situation if one doesn't have to lie."

She reached around and tweaked one of Hannah's nipples. "These do look bare, perhaps some piercings would suit you better?"

The pet moaned with abandon as her mistress plundered her mouth once more, her body juicing at the thought of obeying her utterly.

***

It was another wet night a few days from Halloween when the door bell rang. "Coming!" came Anna's bubbly voice down the hallway.

The door cracked open, Anna squinting out onto the porch. Outside was a figure wearing a cloak over her body, a wet hood draped over her back. She was wearing blue lipstick and her face was heavily made up, her eyes highlighted with a deep black color to match the night. Her neck was encircled with an intricate collar of some kind. It had a large, glowing blue gem nestled in front of her Adam's apple, and the lady's hair was dyed the same color as her lips.

Anna stared at the visitor skeptically. "No solicitors, especially not this late at night." The slutty goth either had to be selling something or she had the wrong door.

"Oh, I'm not selling anything!" grinned Hannah as she forced her way inside. "I'm buying, instead." As soon as she passed the threshold, she dropped the cloak she had been wearing, her fingernails flashing blue.

Underneath the cloak she had been wearing very little. A severely cinched black leather under bust corset acted as a shelf to push her assets upward. Each large breast was capped with blue nipples and silver rings. Below she was wearing nothing at all, except for black thigh length boots that had platform heels and buckles up the front. Her sex was exposed for anyone to see.

Anna's mouth dropped to the floor. "What's happened to you?" she asked, stunned, finally recognizing who was underneath the makeover. Had Hannah ever had breasts that large? The inappropriate question bounced around her shocked brain.

"Ah, much better," Hannah said, her voluminous breasts exposed. "It feels so restricting to hide who I am now, but necessity often overrides desire." She clapped her hands on either side of Anna's head, holding her face straight with what felt like bands of iron.

"What are you doing?" shrieked Anna, every word getting louder until Hannah covered her mouth with her own, kissing her voraciously.

Her surprise and discomfort at the sudden gesture took Anna completely by surprise, causing her to hesitate for long enough for several long ropes of magic that were twined around Hannah's arms like wristlets to come alive and slither up and over Hannah's hands and into Anna's ears. It wasn't long before her eyes flashed blue and her mouth dropped open, drool collecting at the bottom of her mouth.

"Very good girl," said Hannah, as if she was talking to a dog. "My mistress wants you all, but has given me discretion on how I should handle recruitment. I like you the least, so you get to go last. You sit here like a good little kitty and wait until I'm done collecting the others." She gently closed Anna's mouth and maneuvered her to the side of the door, carefully closing the front door and engaging the deadbolt.

The twins had probably retreated to their room like they normally did, trying to avoid another argument. Anna's shrieking would have forced them away from the front door, which was exactly what the new Hannah wanted. Turning the deadbolt should give her ample time to inform her mistress if the twins attempted to flee before they had time to be introduced to their very own magical worms.

She moaned on the way to the twins' room, her collar flashing a darker blue as some of her mistress' magic was released. Stroking down the back of her neck, the magic gathered at her throat and spun outwards into long, thin strands. Each strand coiled itself around one of her arms as before, prepared to flow like water into the brain of a new victim.

Marching confidently towards the door, her nipples bouncing with each step, she paused to listen for any activity beyond. All that she could hear was the pounding of rain against the roof. Satisfied that they were otherwise occupied, she slowly and carefully opened the door.

Their bags and books were put together neatly as usual, the contents of their room packed away as though a maid had just visited. Strangely, however, their beds were unmade, the blankets thrown to the floor. The window was cracked open, the sound of thunder just outside briefly overwhelming the patter of rainfall.

Concerned now, Hannah rushed to the window, stealth abandoned completely as she peered out. The bed sheets had been stripped from the bed and tied together. They flowed out the window like some sort of Saturday Morning cartoon, revealing the escape route the twins had taken right before Hannah had arrived.

It became crystal clear in an instant -- she had failed. No corporal punishment that was meted out could make up for the fact that she had failed her mistress. She was heartbroken.

Despondent about her failure, Hannah collected Anna from where she waited patiently beside the door, her mouth open like a goldfish. There was a bitter, metallic taste in her mouth that a consolation prize like Anna couldn't fix. She wouldn't hide from her punishment, though -- that would go against the wishes of her mistress, and it was impossible for her to do that.

She put her cloak back on and guided the gurgling Anna out the door. She was careful to take her keys and carefully lock the door behind them -- even as slaves they would have need of their own belongings...eventually. Petulantly, Hannah fed Anna the rest of her magic worms one by one, watching them burrow themselves deep into Anna's brain, merging their magic with her body until her eyes glowed a solid blue. It wouldn't last forever, but it would be enough to keep her pacified until she was ready to awaken to the orgasmic joy of serving her new mistress.

Sighing, she took Anna by the hand and led her down the front steps, dreading what she would find once she returned to the limo. She pushed through the thunderstorm out to the street, opening the back door of the limo to help Anna inside. With her mind jammed full of magic, it was easy to direct Anna's pliant frame in through the car door, but a bit more difficult to get in after her until someone on the interior had directed Anna to a seat.

Slinking inside, she gasped to see both Lacey and Lucy sitting across from her, their eyes blanked with a solid blue sheen. But...how had that happened? She had lost both of them out the window!

"I must admit, I didn't expect your plan to work," said mistress smugly as the car started rolling. "My mother always said to proactively plan for contingencies, and not to rely upon pets for everything." She smiled lasciviously. "And it's paid off! I collected a matching set!"

The three pets in training said nothing, their minds melted from absorbing so much magic. Hannah was speechless as well, too sheepish to reply in the face of her utter failure. She struggled not to fall apart in front of her mistress, ineffably sad that she hadn't been able to finish what she had started, shivering in fear.

"But!" continued Kara. "Don't think I've forgotten your failure. You'll be paying your debt...in bed." She winked at Hannah with a leer on her face.

Hannah shivered again, but this time it wasn't with fear.

***

"This is so strange! They're so big...and blue!" said Lacey, examining her twin, Lucy. Both of them wore nothing but their mistress' collars, their blue eyes betraying the magic that lived just under their skin. She poked at a blue nipple curiously.

Lucy slapped her hand away. "Stop booping me!"

"What's the matter, pets? Don't you enjoy it?" Kara's face formed a moue, her relaxed posture on the bed belying an undercurrent of tension in her words.

"I do enjoy it," said Lucy, "but I don't understand it. Why do we turn blue, mistress? Is it the color of magic?"

"It's not the color of magic in general, it's the color of *my* magic. The more of my magic you absorb, the more of my coloring you take on -- though you don't gain all of the secondary attributes until you are accepted into my service. It's an easy way for other witches to tell that you belong to me. It is my signature that you bear upon your lips and your innermost being. You store a part of me." She smiled. "A part of me that I can retrieve when I need to, mind you, but as long as you're mine you'll be blue."

"Mmmm, and you're making me blue, too, my pets. Come over here and tend to your mistress." She pouted forlornly, cupping her turgid breasts in enticement. "Doesn't your mistress excite you?"

The two twins giggled and pranced over to the bed, their nubile bodies jiggling delightfully. Nestling themselves on either side of their mistress, they embraced her, their heads at breast level. They kissed the side of each breast, lightly, then began to lick. They knew they were successful when she began to tremble uncontrollably. "Ooh, don't stop, my pets. Perhaps this would be even better with more eye candy." Kara smiled evilly.

She gestured at Anna, who had been waiting attentively next to the door for her mistress' instructions. She was attired in a bondage harness, her breasts lifted up and away from her body, but otherwise wore only her mistress' collar. "Ring for some tea, Anna, I'm feeling thirsty."

Bowing low, Anna left the room at her mistress' behest. The twins had moved on from the sides of her breasts and were now making lazy circles on her blue areolae. "Keep going," she said in a husky voice, pleased at their initiative. The white hot coil of pleasure was slowly starting to circle higher.

Her blue eyes darkening from the sensations, Kara tilted her head, listening to the sound of a bell tinkling gently outside her boudoir. "Come in!" She said commandingly.

The door creaked open slowly, the jingling coming in short bursts as a bent figure hesitatingly made her way into the room. It was Hannah, dressed in restrictive bondage gear. Both of her arms were restrained behind her back in a tight, blue monoglove. A shiny, blue ball gag was cinched tightly in her mouth, held in place by a leather harness with lots of straps. Her blue hair was gathered together in a long ponytail. Chains led from around her neck down to a tray situated in front of her, secured tightly to her waist via a steel belt. An intricate tea set was arranged on the tray, patterned in blue, with small cups for cream and cookies delicately plated. She minced her way forward on feet tied into ballet boots, a length of chain attaching her legs to each other. A bell dangled from between her lips, jangling with every step.

Anna retook her position next to the door, grinning widely at the spectacle Hannah made. It was Hannah's turn now, but Anna knew she'd get hers soon enough.

Kara grinned hungrily as she watched her slave timidly make her way bedside. "Now that is hot tea service. You look good enough to eat!" Hannah stared at her hungrily, indicating that the attraction was mutual. A drop of saliva trickled around the ball and down her chin.

"There's one more thing I didn't tell you, my pets. Magic and arousal are inextricably linked. It's through my attraction to you that my magic is set in motion. The more pleasure I experience, the more magic is created, and the more pleasure you experience. Denial can be a particularly strong multiplier for magic -- even magic that has already been stored. Look at that, there -- magic being produced right before your eyes. There's so much extra that she can't keep it inside any more."

Two blue droplets started to express themselves from Hannah's nipples. The twins paused, their eyes ravenous, their lips puckered. "Can we?" asked Lacey. Kara nodded with a grin, and they lurched forward, each determined to be the first to get a taste of the magical elixir. They licked Hannah's nipple rings, twisting them gently, then latched on with their dark blue lips. It required all of Hannah's concentration to keep from spilling the tea as her breasts were plundered, the twins completely ignoring her discomfort in their bid to consume more magic.

Balanced between her desire not to fail her mistress again, and the unbearable pleasure being extracted from her breasts, Hannah didn't notice her mistress scooting up behind her until she felt a hand in between her legs. She sucked on her ball gag, moaning as Kara lightly stroked her mons. She was shrieking in her mind -- did her mistress *want* her to drop the tea?

Warm breath kissed her ear. Kara started to whisper softly, for Hannah's ears only. "I told you earlier that I would give you a true name, a slave name, a new name just for you and me. A secret that only we will know." She started to stroke Hannah's lips faster, her every movement a new torment for her pet. "I name thee Shae. My pet, my familiar." She slipped her swirling fingers inside, magic sparking deep into Hannah's pussy, blue pleasure thrusting into her deepest core.

Hannah bucked uncontrollably, a steadying hand from her mistress the only thing keeping her from completely destroying the tea set. She would be Hers, Her little blue Shae, forever.

The End