Goddess Hannah's Harem Pt. 03: Anna

"But her consideration for you made it impossible for me not to meet you face-to-face, to see for myself the kind of stuff you were made of. And with what I've seen thus far, it's not really that you're a stronger subject, it's more that you've just left a frightening impact on one of mine. That's something I absolutely do not appreciate," a stinging slap echoed from Anna's face across the room, just like the finger snap that followed, and the strike to her backside that followed after that.

Looking back to see a naked Cheryl standing behind her, a crop in-hand, with a table full of crops, paddles, belts, and other tools meant for impact nearby. Anna gasped in triplicate, feeling Goddess Hannah's strike to her face, Cheryl' strike to her back, and another quivering sensation rumbling between her legs from Cheryl's action.

"You wouldn't believe how much work it took for Cheryl to truly enjoy her time with me, releasing herself from all worry. No matter how many sessions, spells, or words of comfort, you still lingered on in her mind, like a mold that could never be properly bleached away to blankness. You have an impressive inverse effect, I must say Anna."

*SNAP*

*SMACK*

Anna's head tipped back, experiencing bodily confusion as to why the stinging pain Cheryl delivered lingered on with erotic pleasure, flowing from her ass or back. She felt as confused as Cheryl looked from Anna's peripheral vision, balancing apprehension with conscious, cathartic retaliation.

"And I hope you've enjoyed your tenuous grasp of power, because with every strike to your skin, that power leaves you."

*SNAP*

*SMACK*

"Your thoughts leave you."

*SNAP*

*SMACK*

"It will be as if the whole of you dissolves," Hannah liberally caressed her breasts. "Liquefies," a hand gingerly stroked Anna's wet walls. "Falling, fitted into a proper mold, sandwiched by two H's, because 'Anna rests within Goddess Hannah' after all."

*SNAP*

*SMACK*

Eyes gently rolled back as she realized the trigger of the finger snap had changed, by hadn't totally modified the effect, as pain blended with pleasure even more.

"And it may take all night."

*SNAP*

*SMACK*

"It may take a few more strikes."

*SNAP*

*SMACK*

"Or until your ass cheeks resemble my red streaks and lips."

*SNAP*

*SMACK*

"But you will be mine."

*SNAP*

*SMACK*

"And Cheryl will never fear you ever again."

*SNAP*

*SMACK*

"Because it doesn't matter where you started, how anything started. The end is inevitable, just like your love of my magic, of your fate, of our inevitability. Just enjoy the ride on magic, hypnotic, train of pain..."

*SNAP*

*SMACK*

Hannah licked moaning lips as she snapped again, tasting the pain and pleasure she wrought.

It was a very erotic exercise in BDSM for all involved, especially for the hypnotic magician, closely delivering suggestions to both Cheryl and Anna, the former occasionally prompted to never take her strikes to raging levels, but to feel relief and an exchange of power, and the latter with allowing that transition of power to be thoroughly, mentally carried out. Tears were shed from both sides, and Hannah had to keep a close eye on everything, eventually deciding that the desired effect had been taken, with Anna's ass a few shades of red lighter than her lips.

No one but Hannah knew, but once Anna had climaxed and screamed Goddess Hannah's name with the energy she had left, she'd officially crossed the point of no return, and further strikes were no longer necessary.

Hannah used the aftercare of both women to lock in the suggestions she wanted permanently shaping their thoughts, both Anna and Cheryl being given ample attention, and even a chance to consciously share dialog and understanding. Anna had been hiding her own masochistic feelings and bitterness even for herself, needing hypnotic prompting from Hannah to admit that she had long tapped out of any chance in advancement, which was her sole motivation in life passed the age of 25. Years later, she was stuck in a rut of trying to keep what she had, often feeling like she was on the verge of losing everything, and taking it out on those closest to her like Cheryl, the closest relationships she had. A lot of happy sobbing followed in the joy of Hannah freeing her from all of that.

Well into the next day, Anna found indescribable peace and solace in being apart of Hanna's harem, and apologetic, enthusiastic joy between Cheryl's legs, trying to make up for everything she'd put her sister-slave through.

Watching Anna and Cheryl make up while Sabrina and Kendra played with one another, Hannah lounged naked in her chair, enjoying watching her collection interact with one another, thinking of her next move.

Looking at her phone for incoming texts she'd missed, she smiled. On a whim, she snapped her fingers loudly in her domain, the sound echoing around, gathering everyone's attention. Pulling her magic pen as if out of thin air, she carefully drew a spiral on her palm as her slaves watched. Once done with the illustration, rising from her seat, she waved her fingers before Kendra like a fluttering butterfly, before catching her off-guard and pressing the spiral palm onto her forehead. Glassy eyes rolled all the way back into her head, as her mind spun and she fell to the ground, orgasmically chanting Goddess Hannah's name. Each woman Hannah approached kiss her bare feet until it was their turn to bear the spiral and their hypnotic love of their goddess, until a melodic chant filled the room, as the main door of the mansion opened up.

***

Danielle Avery, heir to the Avery Hotel empire entered her home in a loud huff. She loved her position, her celebrity, but found the need to shed every part of that once she entered her domain. Disrobing completely, slowly, she left her clothes in a pile along with her pride and ego, sleepwalking her way to the main room she needed to be in. The closer she got, the more she heard chanting, a sound that filled a different kind of pride within her, proud of her Goddess for gathering enough new slaves to create such a choir singing ethereal praises.

Opening the door to Goddess Hannah's Harem, she sank to her hands and knees, crawling to a hypnotist more than ecstatic to see her.

"Look what the cat dragged in, a wet, submissive pussy."

The once arrogant, dignified woman purred against Hanna's legs, licking her owner's feet. "Yes Goddess Hannah," her slave whispered, her English accent almost identical to Hannah's.

"I'm so glad your back, I had a wonderful idea for a new business venture - giving my happy harlots here enough money so that being my slaves becomes their professions. Almost-billionaires like yourself I believe can more than afford it, at least until they become permanent fixtures under me. What do you say?"

"I say whatever you want me to, Goddess."

"That's a very good girl, because I also say as fun as America has been so far, I'm getting a little homesick. I feel like returning to grand old England." Gripping Danielle's hair to pull her face between thighs dripping with moisture was all the incentive the heiress needed before her tongue assaulted Hannah's wetness. "And I suspect you do too."

Hannah screamed in pleasure as she came hard, feeling worshiping lips agree with her words.