The Dazzling Lady's Harem - Dalton

"Hey, any problems?" Chimed Ursula.

Glancing around the room at the unconscious and restrained, and then the subconsciously-surrendered, Dazzling let out an honest half-smile.

"Yes and no."

"What's the no?"

"Security around here is higher than expected, but weird. You might expect this amount of protection from the Secret Service, except they're trying to look more like unassuming businessmen than anything else. I've got them all wrangled, but..."

"You're afraid we've stumbled on something else, like a sting on one of the guests here?" A concerned Ursula asked.

"That had crossed my mind, but none of the ones I already have are informed enough about the details. The ones that are are going to need time to program. In the meantime, it's best that we don't dawdle, and hit our next target soon."

"Is she somewhere private?"

"They're up at the top suite, just Danielle and an entourage. You're closer, and it doesn't look like any guards are there yet."

"Oooh, would you mind if I make the first introduction? I'm closer to them, so I can put on a good show for them like at the Kalatravaaasa, and then you can be the showstopper once you've joined the party."

Dazzling wondered if that was wise; part of her was tempted to pull back and reassess things, but there wasn't any concrete evidence to suggest they were connected to or what prompted the security issue. The argument between caution and the acquire more high-value slaves went on for a minute before the latter won out.

"If you think you're up for it, go ahead. Make a strong impression on everyone before they're all too dazzled to appreciate it."

"Hey, I almost had you, dear mentor," assured Ursula with her own dazzling tone.

"Who had who, dear apprentice?" Dazzling countered with a stronger tone that nearly tugged lightly at Ursula's mind.

They both laughed before ending the call.

"Locate Dalton Avery for me," she told Breslin, who pulled up his location on the monitors. He was in his private board room, at the head of a long table with several others present, staring at a large monitor on the wall, probably to video call with members who couldn't attend in person. She noticed besides the board members, at least three more guards were in the same room.

"Hmmm, that's a bit much to take on all at once," she thought to herself. Taking them on one at a time had been successful so far, but as much as she'd loved somehow taking a roomful of people at once, it was smarter sticking to piecemeal methods, though getting to a surrounded target would need a different tactic altogether.

But as she glanced at the security members under her control, she realized there was one thing she didn't have to alter. Bringing her men to attention, she deepened their trances nearly to a level of brainwashing, preparing them for her next idea.

***

Using Gerald's key to make her way to the top suite, Ursula rode the elevator up, ready to introduce herself as a hypnotist hired to put on a show for them. Still dressed in her black leather jacket, blue jeans and black boots, she had a convincing look for a modern hypnotist. Ready to soft sell her way into doing a show for multiple targets when the doors emerged, she was greeted by a bellhop blocking entry with a placid look on his face, asking what business he had with Ms. Avery.

Ursula was stunned for a minute; stark still but deep in-thought, questions ran to if Dazzling had already made it to the suite, or if she was being tested by her mentor, told one thing but needing to act on the fly to do something else. It was obvious that he was hypnotized, but the accompanying dance music off in the distance. She tried glancing behind him for clues on what was going on.

He repeated his question a few times, with Ursula understanding the words but ignoring him. In the middle of the fourth repetition, She reached to grab the back of his head, stepping forward to catch him as she snapped him to sleep and forced a soft litany in his ear to shift his allegiance to her momentarily.

"Answer me truthfully now, what's going on here? Some kind of party?"

"Yes....a party for...Goddesssss Hannah..." the listless reply couldn't help but add reverence to the name spoken.

"Who is Goddess Hannah?" Ursula asked half-rhetorically, figuring the servant knew nothing of importance, but still gave him a chance to speak.

"She is my owner," he replied still under a firmly-implanted belief.

"Who else is here?"

"Goddess Hannah's harem..."

"A-another harem?" Ursula nearly laughed, curious more than anything about discovering yet another established harem of hypnotized slaves. Enhancing an earlier suggestion by giving a firm order to keep watch and stop entry, Ursula bypassed the mindless security and moved into the condo-sized suite, closing in on the music, until she made it to a fancy lounge area, strewn with plush cushions beneath enraptured onlookers, the recognizable Danielle Avery amongst them. Her appearance took a backseat as it was seemingly taken by the pulsing music and the dancer at the center of everything.

Ursula's pulse quickened as she watched the dancer undulate to the music. Every motion looked reactive and organic, yet following a set plan to keep everyone fixed on her, not allowing anyone to look away, wordlessly commanding them to follow along. It'd would've been fairly easy to let it happen to herself, but Ursula maintained an outwardly casual presence, just as Dazzling tried to when she and Ursula first met. The blonde smiled to herself as she realized she was about to catch another hypnotist completely off-guard.

Lost in the music, the dancer eventually allowed herself to really survey the room, and notice her audience had grown by one member, a beautiful blonde leaning against the door of the entrance, obviously amused by the show. Despite the unexpected surprise, sinewy motions never stopped, but slowed to a shimmying of hips from side to side, staring down the newcomer with curiosity, and a small smile.

"Enjoying the show?" Ursula noticed how the dancer purred almost in time and tone with the music.

"Very much so," Ursula answered in a hypnotic, Scottish lilt.

"That's too bad; this is a private show, for invited members only." Approaching in slow steps, hips still swaying like a pendulum, her invitation was clear while everyone else behind her followed the pendulous sway of her ass.

"I don't suppose there's an admission fee I can offer, something...worth your wiles." Ursula stood straight up in a more domineering pose as the dancer neared, an extended hand between their focused stares. A single finger cruxed, urging the dancer forward, until more fingers gracefully made the same motion, drawing eyes toward the fingers instead of the blonde's grinning gaze.

"You can start with your name, lovely," snaking past Ursula's outstretched hand looking to caress her cheek until an new undulating dance invaded the blonde's personal space.

It took effort to not seem affected and especially not let her voice stammer.

"Ursula, my dear. But you may refer to me as Mistress Ursula, if you desire..." The exotic dance was met with an exotic accent. Ursula smiled how her other hand managed to reach the desired cheek, making the dancer lean into the soft touch and soothing words.

"And how may I refer to you?" Ursula uttered in a low purr to get the dancer to slow down. The opposite happened internally as Ursula's pulse quickened, feeling a hand graze her abdomen, feeling the dancer circle and speak into her ear from behind.

"Kendra, but you may refer to me as Mistress Kendra, when you desire..."

Somewhere in the space facing both women, a deeply sighed "Mistress Kendra" longingly. Ursula felt the hot smile at her ear from Sabrina hearing her dominant girlfriend seductively utter her own name and title. Purring "oh yesss..." made the recipient want to shiver.

Ursula breathed deep, enjoying the smell of Kendra's perfume, turning her head to lock deep blue eyes into Kendra's brown ones.

"What a nice collection you have here."

"It's not mine," Kendra replied honestly. "They belong to my Goddess, as do I..." "As will you," is what the following pause implied.

"This Goddess must be powerful. I wonder if she knows my Mistress as well," Ursula didn't know why, but she answered honestly as well. For some reason, it didn't feel right to prop herself up as being above Kendra or at this "Goddess's" level; she wondered if Dazzling had implanted a suggestion, or she just sympathized with Kendra's position.

"If they know each other, something tells me your Mistress would completely understand some wonderful time spent here, with a Goddess's harem, within a Goddess's harem, under a Goddess..."

Smoothly transitioning from a dominant harem dance, Kendra's shapely hips took on the practiced shimmying of a trained bellydancer. Taking cues from the unending music, timed beats found themselves in-sync with rocking and swaying hands, or at least that's what Ursula interpreted as she watched the direct seduction unfold and their duel officially begin.

"It's so rare, and such an opportunity to serve a Goddess. There are so many wonderful Mistresses in the world. You, Ursula, your owner, even me, powerful women who know they're own power, flowing through us, into others when we flaunt it. So many Mistress's sparkling hypnotically," Rotating her torso from her hips with sensual liquidity, she kept her draw above and below her hands framing her abdomen, strewn with glittering sparkles.

"But we all know a Goddess is truly a diamond in the rough, the shiniest point in a sea of distant stars, the one that draws you in more than any other."

Centered around the spark's was a diamond belly button piercing, Kendra's favorite that she loved undulating to shine flashes into a fresh subject's eyes, especially in Goddess Hannah's honor. Kendra smiled knowingly at her Goddess's proxy working her magic on the temporarily-stunned Ursula. Kendra craned her torso back, inviting Ursula's to unconsciously lean forward.

"The Goddess calls to you, Mistress Ursula," Kendra's tone almost turned Ursula's title into a comparative diminutive, giving Hannah's title breathless reverence. "Follow it to where you find yourself falling to, sinking closer, following deeper. Indulge within Goddess Hannah's harem. Give in, allow her brilliance to take you in..."

Kendra softly reached back to stroke blonde hairs, fingers threading through them while adding light pressure to bend Ursula's body and will forward, until she bent her face to a waiting belly. The dancer smiled as she felt lips press against the diamond, heating toned skin with hot breath. Kendra tipped her head back in satisfaction, feeling more hot breath and continuous kisses, barely noticing a change in breathing in the tight distance.

"So beautiful," Ursula muttered between kisses.

"Oh yesss....so beautiful..." Kendra enjoyed the capitulation, and warm fingers joining the bodily embrace. Allowing herself to be held, Kendra relished in fingers gliding over her sides, nails gently dragging over her skin near the sea of heat Ursula's breathing produced.

"So beautiful...please...don't stop...dancing...."

The kisses were almost circular, spiraling from her studded navel to the space around it, and around, and around, bordering where fingers left hot streaks on her sides.

"Your body...so beautiful...my fingers....so beautiful...don't stop..dancing..."

The Scottish accent only increased its passionate accounting as Ursula's kisses rose, and the fingers along with them. As Kendra's hips never lost their sway, Ursula's affections never lost their proximity, breathing on heated, exposed skin.

"Can't stop dancing....won't stop it.... I have no desire to stop it...beauty is never stopped. Beauty exceeds all...beyond words....beyond titles...beyond names....beyond thoughts..."

Kendra's breasts had somehow slipped out of their confines, which couldn't be stopped or helped as hot breath preceded hot lips and flicking fingers stimulating the curves and peak of their excitement. Kendra allowed her head to tip back a little, graciously allowing a hand to support her back, stroking up and down the spine tantalizingly-trailing nails. The trill of assertion joined the passion as she punctuated her point.

"What's in a name or title, unless beauty gives it purpose. Beauty like this...dancing along your skin...it's just so....scintillating....enchanting.....bedazzling.....dazzling...."

Kendra felt all the words and breaths against her in-time with the music, body still keeping up with the rhythm beautifully set, letting beauty catch and cradle her on her dancing feet.

"That's right....the beauty is dazzling....the feeling is dazzling...My Mistress is Dazzling....words cannot describe Dazzling...except Dazzling....so the only words you may feel escaping those lips are...."

Ursula was patient as confused eyes found solace in the butterfly motion of dancing fingers. It guided her up and down, left to right, a hand at her neck holding her head up, helping her to follow the dizzying display. Flummoxed and flushed, the sinewy body fell back in Ursula's hands, leaning over Kendra, posing the sweet question again.

"Beauty is Dazzling...My Mistress is Dazzling....all you want is Dazzling...all...you...can...say...is....."

"....D-Dazzzzzlinggg," Kendra managed, before wavering from the sensations.

"N-no...I.I-dont'..."

"Dazzling says 'you can,' dear. Dazzling also says SLEEP!" Fluttering fingers snapped suddenly, and Ursula guided Kendra into a nearby mass of pillows, near a group too tranced to do anything but watch the trance battle conclude. They looked at Ursula with a confused adoration, with only Sabrina looking down at her sleeping girlfriend, as if wanting to be by her side, but resigned to staying put for not being given any command to move.

Ursula smiled at them, and back down at the angelic-looking Kendra.

"Hope Mistress doesn't mind this, but you're pretty dazzling yourself, missy," the blonde soothed.

"That she is. As are you, missy."

It took the voice from above for Ursula to note the suite was two-storied, with a gorgeous, raven-haired woman in black walking down the stairs. Dressed in a black, almost flowing silk nightgown, enticing curves classily revealed themselves as her heels loudly creating a rhythm all her slaves, even the sleeping Kendra seemed to respond to.

***

Darkness and slight pain radiated around slowly-opening slits, bringing dim lighting into focus. Dalton shook his head, wanting to rub his temples, but found his hands were tied down, zip ties holding his wrists down in a security chair.

He shook his body to realize that he was completely tied down to a chair in the security office. Looking up to see Breslin and Chesterton, he recalled those same men coming into his boardroom, urgently whispering of a security issue and needing to get him to a safe area as soon as possible. Grumblingly, he excused himself from the meeting and followed the men out, quietly cursing up a storm at them as they stoically led him to safety.

Upon entering the room, he saw an employee strangely welcoming him to safety, a beautiful brunette that smiled and snapped her fingers, setting of someone grabbing him from behind. He struggled vainly against the trained grip, cut off from just enough oxygen to slip quickly, but briefly into unconsciousness. His voice punctuated the sound of the soldier's voice, set against the voice that followed him into unconsciousness, and all the way back from behind.

"Hello Dalton. Feeling secure, I hope."

Tied to a swivel chair, he managed to turn himself around to the employee who changed back into a suit.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Just a Dazzling Lady, who's very interested in meeting you."

The literally dazzling sight of her aside, Dalton looked around, puzzled and on the verge of laughing. "Is this really your plan? Ransoming me in my own hotel?"

"Who said anything about ransom demands?" Dazzling questioned. "Not to say it isn't tempting on top of my fee you're paying, but I don't do ransom. Negotiations, perhaps. Demands, always. But no need to ransom you.

"Fee? You think I hired you for anything, you deluded bitch? You must be deluded if this...whatever this is supposed to be, is going to work."

Dazzling was puzzled herself; she was more than certain that the Avery sister's own father had hired her to manipulate the daughters, probably for something embarrassing to cede more power to him somehow. He was either feigning, or truthfully disproving her original theory. Either way, his disrespectful verbiage indicated he was ready to be worked on.

"You'll have to forgive me then; all this time I thought it was you, when it's your daughters who must be paying my fee."

His head whipped in her direction, fixated on the notion of familial betrayal. "Those little..."

"You can't say that about their ambitions; they had big plans for you."

"What plans?"

"Let me put it to you this way," out of the suit's breast pocket emerged the amethyst, hanging before Dalton's eyes. "What persuasion do you believe entices the persuader?" The question confounded him as much as the pendant slowly spinning, flashing the monitor lights his eyes.

"When little adult brats like yours hire a hypnotist to deal with dear old dad, what do you think they want to have happen? Something like making you forgetful? Incompetent? Publicly embarrassing? Can you imagine the power it takes to make that happen? Can you see how this simple pendant has that power?"

Glancing up at her beautiful face as if she was crazy, the insistent confidence shone as plainly as the crystal that caught his attention again, suggestions of its power keep his muscles still instead of struggling.

"The longer you think about their intentions, perhaps this pendant ceases to be as simple as it looks. Their goals intersecting with this crystal's power, it's hard to fathom until you really start looking at it. Can you see the lights from the monitors flashing over the facets? Purple surfaces flashing what's happening now in your eyes? If you look at the crystal, you can monitor what's happening in your hotel, what's happening to you. And the longer you look, the more you might be able to see beyond the facets, deep inside the crystal, maybe seeing what you desire."

He let himself absentmindedly admit the amethyst was beautiful, even if it was hard to converge what was supposed to happen with the present, the logical progression blinded with every flash.

"If you're desire ever imagined your daughters' plans backfiring on her, if you paid the mercenary hypnotist double their fee, could they be the ones staring at this 'simple' pendant, succumbing to its power, surrendering to its depths?"

Being reminded of his daughters, knowing he could buy payback so easily and have them manipulated opened his eyes wider until he let his imagination roam free in deep shades of purple.

"If they believed in it's power, willing to pay for it, imagine them captivated and helpless as it hangs before their eyes, willing to do any for it. Their eyes, their minds, drowning in rich colors, sinking deeper into their depths, their bodies ready and waiting to give me, to give you whatever you want. Well-behaved daughters, transformed into always taking sage advice. Obedient daughters willing to relinquish all control. Representatives of the Avery empire, knowing only the power of the amethyst."

Dazzling loved seeing not only the senior Avery succumb, but knowing the youngest of them was already acquired, and there was one left who the hypnotist could already envision a final vacant stare to complete the collection.

"If you desire this power, all you have to do is believe in it. All you have to do, is accept it. All you have to do is relinquish yourself to it, and all of your desires will come true. Because the amethyst may become all that you desire..." Dazzling added triumphantly.