Jamie Jacobs was sprawled on Helena's easy chair as she slurped away at his hard shaft with zeal. Her smiling eyes were fixed on him, but his were cast above her at the tormented face of Sandra Grant, kneeling on the bed. Her ankles were tied together, and her hands were cuffed behind her back. A ball gag was in her pretty, little mouth. Sonya Mitchell was behind her, rimming her and holding Sandra's face up with a hand keeping a firm grasp on the brunette's short locks. Rose was worshipping Sandra's firm tits, humming with delight. Sandra's big, blue eyes pleaded with Jamie to give the order to make her cum.

He had intially deferred efforts to release his slaves until he had a better understanding of magic, but that had seemed like waiting for a train that was long since discontinued. Jamie had done his level best to learn magic at the hands of his slave witches, but all his efforts were frustrated by the lack of any rhyme or reason in the various books of magic they learned from. There was no reference frame, no unifying theme, no consensus in the various tomes. He had struggled to systemize the various writings and spot some kind of underlying principle, but he found none.

Jamie couldn't make heads or tails of it. Frequently, the grimmoires would contradict themselves within a few chapters, and each book had a different author with a completely different outlook on magic, life and the world in general. And none of them had any compunctions about setting their views down in writing. Copiously. Jamie had hoped those entries would give him some insight into their minds and thus, their workings, but all his efforts to decipher some basic rules of magic were for naught. Time was wasted.

It took him three weeks to master a simple spell to light flames.

Things changed one day, when he was doing his philosophy final. Writing the essay on existentialism, things finally clicked inside his head. He was free to do anything and, by his actions, create his identity. He could, for instance, get up, walk out, get on a train and go sit on a riverbank in Missouri and fish, if he felt like it. All he had to do was envision it, and then make it happen. Intent and action. And why would that not apply to magic as well? He was trying to mould his magic to comply with the dead writings of largely ignorant people from the middle ages of Europe and he then realized just how wrong that was. Just as he was a free person that created his own destiny, his magic had to be sculpted by his free will. He had to give it shape and rules of its own, by which it should function.

He completed his final and envisioned himself as a Jedi. His magic would come to his mind as the Force did to Jedi knights in the Star Wars movies. With a clear concept in his mind and a song in his heart, he poured all of himself into that new vision and started to feel different. Empowered. Usually, he could only feel his power when he was successfully casting a spell, or when he was cumming while making love to one of his powered slaves. Now, however, he stood in the hallway and felt his power suffuse his whole being, the whole time. It was like a thing alive inside of him. A new sense. Much like a Jedi would, he felt the presence of the people passing him by. He could tell their moods, overhear them chanting vital pieces of the curriculum in their heads, even tell when they were paying attention to him.

He felt someone's attention on himself. It was intense, but had a daydreaming quality to it. He turned and let his newfangled instincts guide his eyes to the person that was watching him and thinking of him. He found himself gazing into the eyes of Paula Garcia. They attended a few AP classes together. She blushed and looked down immediately. He walked over to her and, acting on pure instinct, he attempted a Jedi Mind Trick on her. He envisioned a magical appendage of his pass in front of her face, just like the Jedi did with their hands, in the movies, and said, "You want to come with me to the music room."

Paula and he walked over to the empty music room in lockstep and went in. Jamie was ecstatic. He had just successfully cast charm magic. He did it again. "You want to show me your breasts," he stated. Paula smiled nervously as she pulled up her T-shirt and undid her bra, letting him have a good look at her tits. They were quite nice, but Jamie was used to the big breasts of his slaves, so he didn't stick around for long. "You will forget coming in here with me as soon as you leave this room. Now cover yourself up and leave this room."

Paula obeyed his orders and left without so much as a glance back at him. He didn't feel any regret for letting her go without touching her. None of the girls at school so much as gave him the time of day until Helena started to hang all over him. Now, they began to consider him worth their attention. He shook his head in disdain. Such an abrupt change of attitude towards him, made him sick. Why did they not consider him worth their while when he was single and lonely? Nothing had changed about him that they could see.

Jamie sat down for his last exam and used his new magic to retrieve the knowledge needed for it from the other people in the room. He finished in less than half the time and left the room. Outside, he went to the parking lot and flicked his finger to pop the hood on the mad ride of one of the school jocks. His magic plucked the knowledge of a car's electric system, seemingly from the air itself, and the wires unplugged and replugged themselves elsewhere, in tune with his subtle hand gestures. A flick of his fingers closed the hood back down. "I am a motherfucking Jedi, bitch," he declared, gleefully, to no one in particular.

In the two days since, he had mastered nearly every spell he came across. His girls were delighted at his sudden, yet profound understanding of magic, but they were also completely baffled by his new concept of it. Their minds could not truly divorce the concept of magic from the image of ancient knowledge passed down to them through the aged manuscripts. Jamie didn't bother too hard with trying to get them to adopt his new philosophy. What did bother him, was that his new, magical instincts told him that he could not undo the rituals that enslaved the girls.

There was truly no magic bouncing around the girls' brains. They acted under no compulsion, but as if they were his most ardent groupies that came from a dimension where the all the religions of the world preached worship of Jamie Jacobs and science was rapidly uncovering new and compelling evidence of his awesomeness. It reminded him of that Buffy episode "Superstar", where Jonathan, pre-evil trio, cast a spell to make the whole world idolize him. Sandra and Rose still had a shot at being free, or free-ish. They still had power and could cast the ritual again, but Jamie now felt that if he named as their price that they were no longer his slaves, they would die instantly, as his original price was worded "for the rest of their natural lives". There were no backsies, especially since the girls, of their own free will, assigned absolute power over their own bodies to the original ritual.

"Still," Jamie mused as Helena made him cum in her mouth, "things could be much worse." There was a big pro to keeping each of the girls in his harem. Helena was the perfect lover for him, in and out of bed. In bed, she used all of her beautiful body to tease and please him, her rhythm completely in sync with his, her touch impossibly perfect, even in the throes of ecstasy. Out of bed, she knew exactly when to cheer him up, when to hug him quietly, how to solve his problems and even how to shop for him. His parents were over the moon that the two of them had finally become an item.

Sonya's single-minded passion in bed was addicting as well. Out of bed, however, she could be incredibly annoying. At first, she ignored everything that happened around her and Jamie was very frustrated when he had to have entire discussions repeated to her while he ordered her to remember what was being said. After a lot of effort, and input from his other three slaves, Jamie managed to come up with a series of orders to make Sonya more useful. As frustrating as being constantly mindful of her was, she did have a redeeming feature. Her empty-headedness turned her into an instant savant at any skill Jamie ordered her to tackle. Jamie was secretly glad he could find no way of releasing her, or Helena. Sandra captivated him with her shy demeanor and natural submissiveness in bed, whereas Rose's silky, alto voice was pure audio erotica whenever she came. He loved having her make love to one of the girls, while he was fucking another, as her vocal encouragements for the girl to cum, spurred him on to unbelievable heights.

He stayed hard while Helena licked his shaft clean and watched Rose and Sonya torture Sandra. He perceived their auras and envied the single-minded joy that was reflected in them. Sandra, for all of her bunched up brow and pleading eyes, delighted in being treated like a sex slave. Sonya, behind her, delighted in all things sexual, and Rose, before her, delighted in having power over Sandra. Jamie got an idea. He got Helena, whose aura broadcasted ecstasy every time she came into contact with him, to let him up. He stood before the bed and instructed her to kneel beside him and jerk him off. Helena instantly found the perfect rhythm and touch. Jamie made his aura resonate with Sandra's. He came to the very brink of orgasm in a heartbeat. It was an overwhelming sensation. His juices suddenly started to flow down from his abdomen. His balls descended and began to swell up, distending the skin of his scrotum. The pressure rose with each second and threatened to drown him in ecstasy with its release. His very awareness shrunk until he could not comprehend anything but the long delayed orgasm. His whole body was wound tighter than a drum. With a desperate squeal, he ordered, "Make her cum!"

Rose's hand snaked down Sandra's belly and manipulated her engorged clit. Sandra came with a wordless, muffled wail, and Jamie followed suit at practically the same instant. He kept shuddering in orgasm and cumming all over Sandra's front and Rose's back. Helena's strokes of his cock were perfect and they extended his delightful agony. Her hand directed the incessant spurts of cum from his shaft all over the girls' exposed skin and hair. Sandra and Jamie climaxed for a full minute. When they stopped, Jaime opened his eyes for a moment. He took in the cumsprayed tableau before him. Sandra's face was covered in his cum. Thick strands were hanging from her curls, her nose, chin and ears, and especially her nipples. Rose had cum pooling in the small of her back, and more was slowly oozing down the back of her neck. Jamie grinned weakly, and then collapsed, utterly spent. His last thought before sleep claimed him was, "I'm a one man bukkake party!"

Helena caught her falling lover and gently set him down on the floor. She looked over her girlfriends and admired her handiwork. She had sprayed Sandra and Rose with at least two cups' worth of Jamie's cum and she wondered if it still tasted the same as before this augmentation. She knelt behind Rose and licked at her ass, moaning in delight. It did taste as great as before. As Helena licked clean Rose's butt and lower back, Sonya and Rose set about licking Sandra's face and cum streaked tits. Sandra moaned in frustration, until the girls began to share their mouthfuls of cum with her. Each of the girls was under standing orders to find the other three girls very attractive, and love the taste of Jamie's cum, so they soon started to snowball his massive load between themselves. Rose tilted Sandra's head back and they all licked up a mouthful of cum, only to deposit it into her upturned mouth. Rose then forced Sandra to lie back and sat on her mouth, ordering her to, "Push all that cum into my snatch, slave!" Their tongue and cum bath lasted for almost an hour more, before Sandra overloaded and began begging for mercy in earnest.

They released her restraints and let her lie down in Helena's bed. The other three girls lifted Jamie's prone form and gently set him in bed, right beside Sandra. Helena finally got into bed with them and the two of them fell asleep, entangled with their lover and master. Rose and Sonya were not done yet, so they went to the bathroom to shower and then retired to a spare bedroom for some sixtynineing.

Jamie slowly stretched in Helena's bed. His limbs were still delightfully exhausted from last night's massive orgasm. He grinned and felt a pair of big, firm tits press against him. He opened his eyes and saw Sonya smiling at him. He hugged her close and sighed aloud. "That was incredible," he murmured. Sonya kissed his nipple and hummed her assent. "Where is everyone?"

Sonya gave his nipple a suck before disengaging and saying, "Sandra is in the shower, Rose is making breakfast, and Helena is on the phone in the den."

"Who is she calling," he asked, while rubbing her back.

"No one," she responded. "Her mother called her, earlier this morning."

Jamie groaned and looked around. His gaze fell on his own bedroom's window, sixty feet away. "What time is it," he asked.

"Eleven," she answered and then resumed kissing his chest.

Jamie sighed in delight. It was eleven a.m. on a Thursday morning and he was just waking up. "Thank goodness, school's over," he thought to himself. "I need a shower," he declared, untangling himself from Sonya and getting out of bed. She let out a groan of frustration. "You're washing my back!" Sonya squealed in delight and bounded after him, like a chipmunk.

In the shower, he let the warm water slowly rouse him, while Sonya soaped up his chest and back. She then paid special attention to his crotch and he got hard. She jerked him off and took all of his, this time, normal volumed load across her face. She smiled proudly while she soaped his legs up and then rinsed them off. She took the opportunity to wash her face, when Jamie stepped out of the shower and started applying shaving cream. She turned the water off and began to gently pat his skin dry with fluffy towels. Jamie slapped her ass, making her jump in joy, when her efforts started interfering with his shaving. She laughed and dried herself while he finished shaving.

They descended to the dining room naked, knowing that they had the house to themselves today. Sandra was helping Rose set the table for breakfast, and they gazed hungrily at Jamie's body. He still felt a bit self-conscious when they did that. The two girls felt overdressed. Sonya set a thick napkin down across Jamie's lap, taking another opportunity to squeeze his cock. They were in the middle of enjoying a hardy breakfast, when he asked, "Where's Helena?"

"Still on the phone," replied Sandra.

Jamie frowned, with his next spoonful halfway to his mouth. "How long has she been on the phone, now," he asked.

"Just over two hours," answered Rose.

Jamie's brow raised at the thought of speaking to parents for two hours on the phone. Then he shrugged and kept on eating. Helena would soon inform him if there was anything worth knowing. By noon, breakfast was over and Rose and Sandra were washing the plates. Jamie had Sonya kneel on the living room couch. He knelt behind her and groped her tits. She was aroused as always and began grinding her ass into his groin. He smiled and aimed his hard cock into her tight pussy. With one hand grasping her supple tit and another squeezing her hip, he worked himself in and out of her, with vigor, until he came. She followed him in orgasm. He pulled out of her and sat on the couch. "Fuck guilt," he thought, "this is the life. Four sexy bitches at my beck and call, how could I go back from that?" Sonya started licking his softening cock clean, unbidden. He grinned and stroked her long, brown hair.

At length, Helena emerged from the den and walked straight over to him. "My mother is coming back to town," she declared.

"So what," he asked.

"So," insisted Helena, "she's a witch, too."

Jamie's insides twisted up in knots. His mind rebelled against what was said, declaring it unheard. Rose spoke up from the kitchen, "You didn't tell us your mom was a witch."

"Yeah," responded Helena, "Mom made me promise not to ever reveal that little piece of information. She and my aunts made me swear an oath to that effect when I was a kid. Cut my palm at the same time, too. Anyhow, I thought I'd best tell you about her, now that she's coming back to town." Jamie felt like he was going to throw up.

Sandra was heard from the kitchen, "Wait, so you're the descendant of a long line of witches and they made you take a blood oath when you were little?"

"That's a good way to put it, I guess," said Helena. "All my aunts are witches. They work for the government, just like my mom. Anyway, she said she's coming to town to investigate a new power the seers had detected the other day."

"The other day," thought Jamie, fear gripping his insides, "must mean me! They're coming to find me!"

"A new power," inquired Rose, coming into the room. Sandra followed her.

"Yeah," continued Helena, "that's how she put it, and that's all she would say about it. She told me to make a lot of preparations for her arrival, and since I don't have any power, I need you guys to do the casting for me."

Jamie finally found his voice, "I am fucked."

"Yes, you are," drawled Sonya, looking at him with bedroom eyes.

"What do you mean," Helena asked him.

"I mean, I am fucking fucked," he shouted in panic. "When your mom gets home, she's going to take one look at you, see that you have no power, take one look at me, see that I have power and then I'm going to be fucking fucked!"

Rose snorted dismissively, before saying, "No one can tell who is and who isn't a witch, at a glance. There's a-"

"I can," Jamie cut her off. "I can tell the two of you have power, just by looking at you. It makes your skin glow from within."

"Shut up," exclaimed Rose in astonishment. Sandra just gaped at him with an open mouth.

"And if I can," he continued, "then, maybe, she can, too. And if she can, then I'm totally fucked!"

"No," Helena consoled as she sat down next to him, "Everything will be alright. I'll talk to mom and she's going to be cool about us, you'll see!"

"Oh, yeah," asked a sarcastic Jamie. "What are you going to say?! Hey, mom, sorry I can't continue your witchy legacy, I got drained of my power by my friend who used trickery and my kinda-sorta boyfriend to do it. But that's okay, mom, cause now I'm this newly minted warlock's love slave! Everything's great, mom!" Helena and the witches began to see the peril their master was facing. Sonya kept tickling her own tits.

"Oh," said Helena, at last.

"Yeah, oh," mocked Jamie. He stood up to get away from Helena's soothing hand and asked, incredulously, "And what's with this seers shit?! Your mom works for the Department of Fish and Wildlife, doesn't she?"

"Yes," confirmed Helena, "but that's a cover for Section."

"Section," asked a bewildered Jamie. "What fucking Section?!"

"I don't know any details, Jamie," said Helena, contritely, "My mom and her sisters kept things well hidden from me. All I know is what I managed to get my oldest cousin to blurt out drunk one night, after she joined."

Jamie rubbed his temples in frustration. There were going to be seers and a whole fucking clan of witches after him. "Sonya," he ordered, "go get our clothes!"

Sonya complied while Helena continued talking, "They research the paranormal and keep a tight lid on the magical community. Mom is tasked with hunting werewolves and my cousin is doing research on vampires, trying to make cures for diseases, and maybe even death itself. I don't know, that last part she laughed while she was saying it, might have been a joke. But, anyway, they're the good guys, I swear. Besides, I'm going to talk to mom and she's going to be cool with the two of us."
"Cool," shouted Jamie incredulously. "Cool? Cool with a 'loser' pawing at her daughter?! Cool with me poking my fuckstick into your holiest of holies?! Cool with me being a warlock and you not being a witch anymore?! Cool with me ending your witchy mojo birthright?!" He shook his head and began pacing up and down. He continued in a sarcastic vein, "Oh, yeah, I can already see it! She's gonna hug me, declare her delight at me reducing you to a slave, and then start naming our future children, because you know she's going to be over the moon with the idea of me being the father of her grandkids. Adding my genes to your mighty bloodline. Hell, she's going to sit down with my parents and organize our wedding!" He shook his head and heaved a big sigh. "And what's this shit about seers and vampires and werewolves?! What is this?! A Twilight novel?!"

"According to my cousin, all that stuff in the novels is completely wrong," said Helena.

"I don't give a flying shit," bellowed an enraged Jamie. All the girls flinched, even Sonya. He snatched his clothing from her hands and began dressing. She hesitantly followed suit. "Your mom," he said, with bitterness in his voice, "is a werewolf hunting witchy momma and she's going to hunt me down with a whole fucking clan of witches, and government seers and the motherfucking Navy Seals, for all I know! I am so fucking fucked! She is going to torture me to death, and then your cousin is going to bring me back from the dead, just so your mom could torture me to death all over again!" He finished dressing and paced up and down the room, nervously running a hand through his hair. "I am so fucking fucked!" He stood before a contrite looking Helena and pointed a finger at her. "And it's all your fault, in the first motherfucking place! If you hadn't targeted me with your spell, and then sicced all of them on me, as well," he gestured at the other three girls, "none of this would've happened!"

Helena mouthed a silent apology. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and Jamie forced himself to try and get a hold of his fear. "Jamie," she said, tearfully, "You can handle this. I know you can. I believe in you! All of us do! You can make this all better, and we'll all be ever so grateful to you, afterwards." She finished on a purely sexual note, and the girls picked up on it. They all smiled at him seductively, and it was almost enough to distract him from his vision of impending doom. He breathed deeply and tried to find his center.

"Alright," he spoke at length. "When is your mom arriving?"

"Tomorrow morning," she answered. "She'll be on the red-eye from Seattle, and I'm to pick her up at the airport."

"Does she suspect anything," he asked. Helena shook her head no. "Ok! Here's what we're going to do! Rose, drive Sonya and Sandra home and then go to your house. I want all four of you to pack a small bag with the barest of essentials. Bring all of your books of magic. We're loading everything into Rose's SUV and we're leaving this town in the dust."

"We can't just up and leave without a word, Jamie," complained Helena. "Mom tasked me with a boatload of casting to do before she gets here."

"Fuck that shit, sweetie," he instructed. "All of you, leave some sort of message, or arrangement that makes your folks think you all went on a trip together. A last adventure before college. Do your best to have them not suspect anything. Oh, and don't mention me, or Helena. The official line is that the three of you are off on one adventure, I'm off on my own, and Helena is away on her own thing. Got it?" The four girls nodded. "Good! Rose, when you're done packing, pick up the two of them," he indicated Sonya and Sandra, "and then park at the old mall. Helena and I will walk there, separately. Now go!"

Jamie ran home, vaulting across the fence with his newfound power enhancing his muscles. He put on a fresh shirt and pants, packed another shirt and pants and several changes of underwear, and grabbed the cash his girls earned making lesbian pornos. He set his computer to formatting the hard drive. He didn't know what to say to his family to lessen the burden of his departure, so he used his mind trick power to get them to tell him how they felt. His dad and sister were already glad to see him go, and didn't mind the earlier departure date. His mom was a wreck, she would honestly miss having him there. He used his power on her mind to give her comfort. He suggested she should feel proud for raising a handsome, smart boy and told her to have hope that he would "be somebody", as she often put it herself. Sniffing back his tears, he kissed his mother goodbye and left without a single glance back.

Helena had just arrived at their designated meeting spot, when his phone rang with Sandra's ring tone. He winced. If the government looked up their cell phone records, which they most certainly would, his little ruse was fucked. "Hello," he answered, anyway.

"Jamie," he heard Sandra's worried voice, "Sonya's parents aren't letting her go! They've locked her in the house and they won't come to the door so Rose can charm them!"

Jamie sighed. So much for a discreet getaway. "Tell Rose to stop and come pick me up. I'll deal with this. Oh! And take the batteries out of your phones!" He and Helena removed the batteries from their phones.

"I called Welling in jail," said Helena, off-handedly, "and ordered him to not breathe a word of what happened in my house that night."

Jamie snapped his fingers at her and exclaimed, "Good thinking! Well done!"

Rose drove up with Sandra in the front seat. Helena and Jamie got in the back. "Park us one block from the Mitchell house. Somewhere where we won't be seen." Rose nodded and drove off. After she parked, Jamie got out of the car and calmly walked up to the front door of the Mitchell residence. He winced, as he could hear raised voices all the way from the sidewalk. He pointed his finger at the door and twitched it. The door quietly unlocked and swung open. He walked in, without breaking stride. Upstairs, in the master bedroom, he used his power to make the parents shut up and accept their daughter's imminent departure.

Just as they were leaving, he had a thought. "Hey, Mitchells, do you have any cash lying around," he asked.

"Yes," said Mr. Mitchell, "we have fourteen thousand dollars in cash in the safe."

"Open the safe," spoke Jamie with his power, "and give me the cash." When Mitchell opened his safe and retrieved the cash, Jamie saw that he had a semiautomatic handgun in there, as well. "Give me the gun and the bullets, and the spare magazine," he instructed again.

Armed and flush with fresh green, Sonya and Jamie beat a discreet retreat to Rose's car. "Take us to Cyrus' place," he instructed as soon as he closed the door. "Sonya, remove the battery from your phone!"

Cyrus Pine cracked open his front door to find Jamie and his four lesbian porn stars at his front door. He smiled, threw the door open wide, and exclaimed, "Come in and let's party!" Jamie sullenly led the girls through to the living room. "Can I get any of you ladies a drink?"

Jamie sighed. "Cyrus, man, we've come here for your help," he said.

Cyrus let himself dream, for a moment, that Jamie would say he needed help sexually satisfying his harem, as Cyrus knew well the girls were bisexuals, or more accurately, bi for Jamie. "Uh-huh," he spoke absently. "What kind of help, J.J.?"

Jamie and Cyrus' eyes met. "We need to disappear. No questions asked."

Cyrus saw the despair in his friend's eyes and slumped sadly. It was the story of his life, really. Cyrus meets pretty girl, Cyrus doesn't get to make wild monkey love to pretty girl, ever. He was doubly saddened by the thought of losing Jamie. They had only known one another for three years, but still... "Unfortunately," said Cyrus, gesturing for the ladies to take seats, "a question needs to be asked. Don't give me a precise answer," he admonished with a raised hand, "just tell me which of these three options you are hiding from; the law, the mob, or a group of local, but persistent thugs?"

Jamie looked to Helena. She returned a sheepish look. "All three, actually," he answered.

"Uh," stammered Cyrus, "seriously, dude?"

Jamie nodded solemnly. "It's an employee of the federal government that has a whole posse of independent, competent and motivated trackers on our ass, and ties to the highest levels of, um, how do I put this?"

Cyrus cut him off with a knowing nod. "Ties to the highest of levels of the discreet kinds of power, I got it," he finished Jamie's sentence. "May I just ask to see your mobile phones, please?"

Jamie and the girls presented their disassembled phones. "We took out the batteries a quarter hour ago, different sites across town." Cyrus and Jamie had first met in person, at Jamie's workplace, and soon started communicating through the teamspeak feature on their favorite game server. Those had been their only two methods of communication. Jamie read the question in Cyrus' eyes. "I formatted my computer."

Cyrus heaved a great sigh of relief. IP records were unlikely to lead people to suspect him, as he was on the server far more often than Jamie. "In that case, I can help you," he said. "Do you have anything already in mind?"

Jamie nodded and outlined his plan, "We were going to stick to the back roads, without electronics, for a while. A few days, maybe more. Then we were going to go to a specific place to do a specific set of things, and we'd like to have fake IDs for that. Afterwards, we would need a boatload of money rendered untraceable to us, and new, lasting identities."

Cyrus nodded. He pointed at Jamie, warningly, "Cash payments only, right?" Jamie and the girls nodded emphatically. "Good plan. Solid. The boatload of cash would need to also be laundered, I assume?"

"No," Jamie shook his head, "It'll be obtained legally, we would just need for it to not be traceable to our new identities."

"Well," considered Cyrus, "that simplifies things. We'll still need a couple of weeks to disperse the money and then reassemble it. The charge is twenty percent, straight off the top, and there's a half million dollar minimum." Jamie nodded, taking it all in. "Now, come over here, chicas, I'm going to take your pictures for the new IDs!"

After the brief photo shoot, Cyrus gave Jamie a smartphone that was enabled to communicate with him, untraceably. "We'll need to stay in touch to agree upon deliveries of IDs and cash etc," explained Cyrus. Jamie was delighted at the encryption. Whatever he typed in, the phone turned into mundane conversation, and then sent it through a nondescript webpage. "No one can decrypt it, either," boasted Cyrus. "It's a one time pad, only in use between this phone, and me."

"Cyrus," said Jamie tearfully, "You've been the kind of friend everyone could only wish for. I'm gonna miss you, dude!" They hugged and Jamie warned Cyrus about his pursuers. Well, he warned him as much as he could, without mentioning witchcraft.

Cyrus took the warnings seriously, nonetheless, and called softly to his retreating friend, "Vaya con Dios."

Helena gave Cyrus a kiss on the cheek and a brief hug as she passed him by. She whispered in his ear, "Please keep tabs on our families, here in town, and send word if anything major happens." Cyrus hugged her tighter, compressing her tits against his chest, before agreeing.

"Adios, amigos," Cyrus called after them.

Jamie and the girls got into the car and drove off. He put Helena and Sonya to sleep, in the back seat. Sandra navigated while Rose was driving, leaving him free to thumb through a bunch of volumes they brought, that contained the wards that had been cast on Rose's house by Rose, Sandra and Sonya, back when she had power. The idea was to make personal talismans that would hide all of them from scrying. The sun had already started to set, by the time he quietly gave up. Making a warded talisman to make them undetectable was mission impossible. The amount of power needed was boggling his mind. He could pour his heart and soul into them, only to have them run out the next day and leave him to do it all over again. He looked to the sunset and tried to clear his mind. Despair was of no use to him.

As he admired the colors in the sky and failed to spot the details of the beautiful countryside below, it all clicked in his head. He didn't need to enchant a ward to make them undetectable all the time. Much like the encryption on his new phone, he just needed to make them seem mundane. And, he didn't need a metric fuckton of power, either. His instincts screamed an image of an electrical circuit at his conscious mind. All he needed was to make the bulb, lay the wires, and construct a switch that was flipped by magicians using their power to scry on them. And the whole thing could be powered by the very energy they expended in the scrying. He frantically leafed through the books again, finding absolutely nothing that would contradict his new theory. Quite the contrary, every recorded ward was in accord with Jamie's idea, they were just far cruder and less efficient in their construction.

Just before midnight, Helena and Sonya woke up and they changed places with Sandra and Rose. The trio in the back seat slept, as well as they could, while Helena helped Sonya navigate through the back roads.

The next day found them in a small town. They had lunch in a diner and stocked up on provisions for the road. Cyrus texted Jamie to say their temporary IDs were done and Jamie consulted a map to give him a few locations where he could pick them up the next day. Cyrus texted back the name of a town and the number of the P.O. box the cards would be waiting in. Jamie went to the only jewelry store in town and bought four silver bracelets, two silver placards and one long silver chain. The price was ridiculous. It cost a thousand dollars less than all the money the girls made from porn. He also bought a length of thin, leather thong at the nearby bike and leather store.

He rented a room in a seedy motel, paying the clerk an extra three hundred to keep his mouth shut and forget about ID. In the room, he instructed Rose and Sandra how to cast his wards. He feared it would take him a while to get them to fully understand what they were doing, but they were eager and obedient. The three of them formed a circle, and cast his wards on the silver and leather. Because he had as much power as the two of them put together, their balance of yin and yang made the finished wards look beautiful. They admired their handiwork in amazement. There was one silver warded bracelet for each of the girls, and one leather loop to wear. The wards on the silver prevented scrying and conventional detection, while the wards on the leather prevented blood magic from being used to either find them, or hex them from a distance. Helena's mom, Jamie learned, could try to cast voodoo-doll-like magic on them by use of the blood of their close relatives. Jamie thought about his family back home, unprotected and exposed. He had to remind himself that there was probably nothing he could do to help them if he was still there.

For himself, he warded the long chain and hung two leather wrapped placards from it, like a pair of military dog tags. It was the only type of "jewelry" he could bring himself to wear, under his clothing, and he added some extra protection on his wards. Helena was immune to mental magics and Sonya was all but immune due to her constitutional inability to concentrate on suggestions long enough for them to take hold in her mind. Rose and Sandra's devotion to him made them highly resistant to mental magic as well. He, the master, was, ironically, the most susceptible and needed far greater protection. He sternly ordered each of the girls to never remove the warded items. He knew the wards worked because, the instant Rose and Sandra put them on, he could no longer see their internal magic shine through. They were exhausted by the casting, and they spent the day in the small room, keeping out of sight. After a brief blowjob from Sonya, he, Rose and Sandra slept the whole night in the bed.

Helena and Sonya slept on the floor and were already awake and limbering up their sore backs when the clerk came to alert them of their check-out time. They had breakfast in the same diner as yesterday and then drove to the place where their new IDs were supposed to be waiting. They parked down the street from the podunk town's post office and watched it for a long time, before Jamie reluctantly ordered Sonya to go in and retrieve them. The tall, sexy brunette was in and out in two minutes flat, without any interference. They all breathed a sigh of relief when their new identities were pulled out of the small, manila envelope.

"Ok," said Rose, "Now what?"

Jamie smiled for the first time in days and said, "Vegas, baby!"

They drove for half a day more and then found a used car lot that bought Rose's car for a fair price, using her original identity. A popular truck stop was their venue for lunch and there they found a gruff trucker, with a sleeper cab, that was going to Nevada, but had no interest in picking up hitchhikers. Jamie "convinced" him to make just one little exception and they were off. The trucker drove through the night while three girls were squeezed into his bed. Jamie slept in the seat, with Rose in his lap. By noon, they were in Nevada, buying tickets for a Greyhound to Vegas. Nightfall saw them arriving in Sin City, feeling beat up, exhausted and thoroughly covered in the grime of the road.

The hotel was quite a ways off the main strip and had no casino on the premises, yet even its cheapest suite cost a bundle, particularly as Jamie was paying cash up front. Rose unlocked the door and they all filed in. The main room was big and incorporated the kitchen and dining areas as well. Directly opposite to the front door was the balcony. To the left were a bathroom, a large closet and a bedroom, and to the right, past the dining area, was the master bedroom with its ensuite bathroom. Sandra closed the door and they all dropped their bags as one.

Jamie shuffled tiredly towards the master bedroom and the bathroom beyond. "Sandra, Helena," he mumbled, "come on, let's wash up." The girls pricked up and swooped under his arms to rush him to the shower. Rose shrugged and led Sonya to the other bathroom.

Sandra unbuttoned his shirt while Helena undid his trousers. Helena bent down and took off his shoes and socks. He leaned on her shoulders for support while he stepped out of his pants. While Sandra was sweeping his shirt off him, Helena started the water. Sandra rolled his boxers down his legs and he stepped under the warm spray. He let out a mighty groan of delight. Behind him, the girls shucked their clothing in an instant and stepped into the roomy shower. At first, they actually took the opportunity to get clean but, as soon as Helena was rubbing shampoo into Sandra's scalp and the shorter girl was smiling and grunting in delight, Jamie got hard. The girls noticed and smiled in appreciation. Their shower ran long, each taking the time to thoroughly grope the other two under the pretext of soaping. When their fingers started to prune, they shut off the water. All three of them were breathing hard and the girls were flushed.

Jamie was the first to reach for a towel and wrap it low around Helena's ass. He tugged it back and forth, eliciting little sobs of approval from her. The girls joined in and they continued their teasing with soft cloth, instead of suds. When Helena grabbed each of Sandra's big boobs in a towel-covered hand and started squeezing, Sandra's eyes rolled back in her head. Jamie thought he'd pop off right there and then. He went to the bed and lay back, interlocking his hands behind his head. The girls knelt on each side of him and pressed their warm, firm breasts into his sides. Helena started to stroke him and Sandra focused on gently tickling his balls. Their mouths took turns on his glans. One would cover it with spit, and then the other would lick the spittle off and engulf him with her mouth to run her tongue all over it. They shared his organ between them until he heard Rose's deep, silky voice howl her orgasm from across the suite. He came in Sandra's mouth and went to sleep nearly immediately.
Jamie woke up and stretched his arms, groaning at the memory of the previous night. Steps came closer to him and Helena said, "Oh, good, you're awake. Come see to Rose, please!" Jamie sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Hearing Rose moan in orgasm seemed like just what the doctor ordered. He rolled out of bed and cast his glance about. Where were his clothes? He shrugged and walked naked to the living room. The girls were seated at the table, wearing robes, and enjoying a full english breakfast. Helena shook her finger at Rose. "She woke up first and sent all of our clothing to be washed."

"What," asked Jamie, "everything?"

All the girls nodded and Rose imperiously declared, "Everything was dirty! It'll all be done by noon, anyhow."

Jamie nodded and sat down at the table. The chair's cushion felt uncomfortable on his bare skin, so he stood back up. "Get me a robe," he ordered Rose. She stood up and walked to the closet and brought one over to him. Jamie noted the jealous expression on Helena's face and smirked. His stomach growled. "What's on the menu?"

Around ten a.m., they were all fed and sitting around the empty table. Room service had come and taken away the dishes. The girls were eyeing him hungrily. He told himself that he should take the time to teach Rose and Sandra how to read auras like him. He told himself he would need time to teach them poker, but all his brain would think of was sex. "Well," Jamie broke the silence, "I guess we have nothing to do for the next two hours, or so. Robes off! Let's fuck!" The girls giggled in delight.

He was hard as soon as Sonya knelt before him and began to squeeze his cock. He used his magic to maintain his erection and sat down on the couch. The girls gathered around him and began to worship his body with their hands. Helena massaged his scalp and upper back, Sandra and Rose caressed the insides of his thighs and licked his nipples while Sonya frantically swallowed his cock over and over again. After he came down her constricting throat, he ordered her to drool all over his shaft. Sonya all but retched to cover his manhood with as much slime as she could. He ordered Rose to lower herself on his shaft, anus first. Her face was a sight to see, all bunched up in concentration, half way between ecstasy and agony. She rode him until he came a second time. Then he ordered Helena to clean him with her tongue. He ordered the rest of the girls to cover Sandra's tits with spittle. Each of the trio stuck a finger into the other two girls' mouths, so each girl drooled around two fingers in her mouth. They gathered up their saliva and slathered Sandra's tits with it.

When her tits were glistening and saliva was running down her belly, he pushed her down on the couch and rose up above her. He lowered his cock between her breasts and she squeezed them around him. He fucked between the fleshy mounds, enjoying the slimy heat, until he came, spurting his hot, white goo all over Sandra's neck, giving her a pearl necklace. He gestured at it and Sonya swooped in to lick it all up. Jamie sat back down on the couch and was briefly tempted to cast the spell for a massive orgasm. He decided against it, there was much to do and that would leave him unconscious with pleasure. A series of smaller orgasms would do him just fine. He gestured to his, once again hard, shaft and said, "Have at it, girls!"

The girls took turns riding his erect cock. They rode him, using their pussies or asses to bring him close to orgasm, and then they'd jump up and let one of the other girls finish him off with her mouth. The girl that finished him, mounted him next. Jamie just sat there and came, time and again. His vision was filled with bouncing tits being grasped by feminine hands, and his ears were full of orgasmic cries.

A little after one p.m., their clothes arrived. They were all exhausted by then and even Sonya had stopped. They barely had the strength to put their robes back on and answer the door. After a hardy lunch was delivered to their suite and consumed, they freshened up and dressed. "Ok, gals," said Jamie, "here are the assignments du jour. Helena, take Sonya and go get yourselves some very revealing and distracting outfits! Think slutty, but not whore-y. Sonya, you obey Helena's orders! And buy us some pre-paid cellphones!" The two girls nodded and left, taking a thousand dollars from Jamie. He addressed Sandra and Rose. "Now, you two sit down at the table. I need to teach you to read auras and then we'll have a lesson in the basics of poker."

Jamie had feared it would take him a long time to explain things to them, but the girls were eager to learn and accepted his instructions readily. In no time at all, they mastered the art of reading a person's aura. Poker lessons were even easier, as both girls had a firm grasp on probability theory, and he felt a bit like a dick for forgetting that Sandra had been a mathlete. They wound up playing quite a few hands of poker until the tall slaves returned, toting bags and small boxes. Jamie and the girls then agreed upon a series of discreet distress signals. The girls went to the master bedroom, and its lighted vanity mirrors, to do up their hair, costumes and makeup. Jamie was left with nothing to do for the better part of an hour. He clicked through all the channels on the TV, surfed the web on his smartphone, but mostly yelled for the girls to hurry up. When they finally finished, they paraded before him.

His jaw dropped.

Jamie stepped out of the cab in front of the casino. It was one of the biggest and most famous in Las Vegas and Jamie figured it as a good place to drain some money from. He helped Helena and Sonya exit the cab and paid the fare. The girls took one of his offered arms each and strode through the lobby in step with him. Everyone turned to look at them. Helena and Sonya had impeccably teased hair and expertly applied makeup, but few people noticed that. The girls wore spaghetti-strapped dresses that came down to mid thigh and left most of their backs completely bare. The thin straps widened as they went lower and managed to cover their nipples, quite admirably, whilst leaving the sides of their boobs exposed, as well as their prodigious cleavage. By the time the dresses hit their waist, they were decently wrapped around all of their form. A series of small cut outs ran down the sides of the dresses from just above hip height to the hem at mid thigh. They revealed bare flesh beneath and were spaced at such a distance that no one could tell if the girls were completely naked under the dresses, or if a super narrow panty strap was hidden between the holes.

Jamie feared an arrest for indecent exposure, no matter how hard Helena tried to assuage his fears.

Passing the slot machines near the exits, Jamie was amused to see that everyone's auras, regardless of age, race or gender, were similar. All the players oscillated between an intense expectation and a short, but sharp, disappointment. When they passed them, Jamie stopped in stunned disbelief. He could perceive the aura of exactly no one that sat at the green felt tables, regardless of what game they played. He gaped openly and ignored the girls' worried inquiries. One player's aura lit up in Jamie's field of vision and he focused on it. The woman reeked of disappointment and denial. She then downed her drink and her aura flashed of anger. She pointed accusingly at the dealer, yelled for a bit, and then stalked off. An elderly man rushed, as fast as he could, to take up her place. Jamie could see his high hopes and felt the man desperately needed a win, but as soon as his chips touched the felt, his aura shorted out of Jamie's vision.

"Holy motherfucking shit," softly exclaimed a panicked Jamie. "This place is warded against reading!" The girls gaped around, unseeing, and Jamie guided them fast towards the exit. Out on the sidewalk, they called Sandra and Rose, who were to stagger their arrival to the casino, and had them come over at once. They went in and confirmed Jamie's findings. Jamie couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that casinos were warded against magical eavesdropping. Coupled with what little Helena had known about the government's covert magical enforcement department, it drew the rug right out from under his feet. Apparently, magic was everywhere, and nobody knew about it. "How could this be," he kept asking himself. He was starting to get glimpses of the real world and it was turning out to be nothing like he grew up thinking it was. He was completely bereft of his bearings. His fists tightened. He was not going to just give up.

"Ok," said Helena, "what do we do now?" She was trying to get Jamie to master his panic at seeing his plans come to naught. He was ignoring her smiles and tender touch on his back.

"This way," Jamie spoke up and led them down the Strip to the next casino. They went in and exited in a minute, seeing the exact same situation in there, as well. "We need to know if this setup is the same in all of Vegas." Sandra, Rose and he split up and went to check out the various casino all over the city. Jamie suspected the casinos on the Strip to be a lost cause, so he started with the ones off the beaten path. The fourth casino he went in was a smash hit. He could read everyone's aura. The girls took out their phones and texted the address to Rose and Sandra. He heaved a great big sigh of relief, and sat down at a low limit stud table and bought two thousand dollars' worth of chips. In the span of just a dozen hands, he had everyone's tells down. As much as they hid their faces behind perpetual smiles, or hoodies and shades, their auras were like big, lighted billboards above their heads. He wasn't going to win each and every hand, but he saw plainly when someone was bluffing and approximately how good a hand they had, when they weren't.

On top of that, his two girls captivated the other players at the table. They stood behind him and, whenever he folded a hand, they bent over to whisper encouragements in his ear. Everyone at the table would lean in, trying to get a glimpse of their nipples, and hope their straps would slide off their smooth shoulders and finally reveal all of their big breasts. They jumped in place and clapped their hands enthusiastically, every time he won a hand. The bounce of their tits showed everyone that they were all-natural and perky without any additional support. They distracted the players so much, in fact, that Jamie believed he could get up, walk around the table, and not only look at everyone's cards, but also shuffle them around to his benefit, and no one would even notice, let alone complain.

Sandra and Rose replaced the next two players to leave the table. Rose was wearing a dark red shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing a lot of cleavage. Sandra was clad in a blue and white striped shirt that accentuated her bountiful bust. It was so tight over her breasts that everyone could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. No one at the table stood a chance. Between the three of them, every other hand was taken. When they played against each other, they could not read each other's aura and Jamie had sternly kyboshed the idea of signaling their cards, so they let luck decide who won. They ate and drank at the table, Sonya and Helena assisting Jamie like he was disabled or something, and driving the other players to distraction all over again as they licked sauces from his chin. Around midnight, Jamie froze as he spotted a man, without an aura, playing at a nearby table. He folded his hand and kept glancing at the anomaly. This new development left him decidedly unnerved. He kept looking around the casino floor and feared something bad was going to happen.

A few minutes after he noticed the man, he spotted a witch, dressed as a bartender, step behind the bar from a side door, carrying a drink and a paper napkin. She handed the drink to a big breasted and scantily clad waitress and discreetly pointed out the man without an aura. The waitress walked over and clumsily spilled the drink on him. She apologized and dabbed at him twice with the napkin, before taking up the towel, that was draped across her forearm, and properly drying the man. He retired angrily to the restroom, while the dealer held his seat for him. Jamie turned his attention away from the commotion and focused on the not very upset waitress that walked to the bar, still carrying the useless paper napkin. She handed it to the witch barkeep and took a tray of drinks to deliver. The witch looked at the wet napkin for a few seconds, before she made eye contact with a big, black man that stood in the middle of the casino floor. She shook her head no and he gave her a tiny nod. Jamie turned his girls' attention to the witch barkeep and ordered them to intercept any drinks she sent their way.

Jamie folded another hand as he waited to see if the man would emerge from the restroom and what would happen to him when he did. After a minute, the man came back to his seat and accepted some doubtlessly free drinks and snacks, and continued to gamble without problems. Jamie sighed in relief. He was very concerned about a witch being on the premises of a casino, but she had, apparently, not spotted him. A few hours later, their table was thinning out and he wound up playing against one of his slaves on almost every hand. There was no fresh cash coming in, so he decided to call it quits. He had added a zero to his starting cash, just like Sandra and Rose did. He yawned and stretched. It was their signal to wrap things up, slowly and discreetly. The girls behind him started to whine that they were bored and tired and bent to whisper in his ear. Jamie smiled and tossed a chip to the dealer, before leaving to cash out.

They called for a cab and went back to the hotel. Halfway there, Jamie spotted something in the corner of his eye. "Stop the cab," he called to the cabbie. The man parked at the nearest spot. Jamie turned around and openly gaped at a tall, gorgeous brunette that stood on the corner. She was just as undressed as his two girls in the cab, but what drew his eye was a spell he could see on her. It reminded him of the blood magic he had recently studied. The spell had the appearance of a rope, wrapped all around her face and body, and squeezed tight. Sonya and Helena followed his eyes and gazed at the girl as well.

"Are you getting out, or what," asked the impatient cabbie.

Jamie slipped him a crisp one hundred dollar bill and irritably said, "Take a nap, buddy!"

The cab driver shook his head at the young man that had two gorgeous chicks with him and still felt the need to ogle a third. He faced front and kept his mouth shut. He drove much worse on a regular basis.

The girl took a cellphone out of her purse and read a text message. Jamie squinted as he thought he could see her typing a reply. He took the phone Cyrus had given him out of his pocket. He set it up to identify which cellphones were transmitting to the same tower. She finished typing and put her phone back in her clutch purse. Jamie saw that a few dozen phones were texting during the few seconds he estimated hers was. He watched her and waited. He had no way of telling which was her number, so he kept the phone watching the suspected numbers. A few transmitted again, within a minute, so he eliminated those. Soon, a car pulled up to the curb and she smiled at it. She sauntered over and bent down, exposing her cleavage to the driver. After a few seconds, she got in the car and it drove off.

"Wake up," Jamie instructed the cabby. "Follow that car!" The driver rolled his eyes and pulled out to follow the car. As soon as Jamie's phone indicated it had changed towers, he had it search the new tower for the phone numbers from the original list. Three came up. At the next tower, only one did. Jamie told the cabby to take them very close to the car. He searched for an active bluetooth under that number and the phone found it. After a few seconds, Jamie transmitted spy software to the prostitute's phone. He needed to investigate this matter. He told the cabby to take them to their hotel.

In their suite, he took a shower alone and went to bed, still trying to make sense of the day. The girls left him alone, at Helena's behest. They showered, applied lotion to each other and made out for a while, before falling asleep in front of the TV.

The next morning, Jamie was the first to rise. He immediately began checking the results of his wiretap. The stuff he found on the hooker's phone was making him queasy. There was no doubt she was a prostitute, but Jamie was surprised to find that most of her johns made appointments in advance, usually in hotel rooms. He felt certain he had identified the number of her pimp, and at least five of her colleagues. He learned that the girls, very occasionally, negotiated between themselves which one would take which client. He saw it as a tiny act of solidarity between fellow victims. They banded together to help each other survive this horror by taking up the slack when another felt like snapping. His brow drew down and his breathing quickened in anger. He vowed to make sure the pimp suffered to his last breath.

The tiny touchscreen was starting to get to him, so he dressed and left the hotel to find an electronics store. When he came back to the room with a laptop and attendant cables in its shoulder bag, the girls were still asleep. He grunted softly as he watched the tangle of young limbs and perky tits strewn across the sofa and couch. If he could save these other beautiful, young women from being magically forced into sexual slavery, he would atone for taking his slaves, at least in his own eyes.

He ordered room service and went about configuring his new computer to his tastes. When room service came, he opened the door. The middle aged man could barely stop himself from gaping at the four naked beauties sleeping in a tangle. Jamie grinned and enjoyed the man's envy. He slipped him a twenty. The man identified himself as Mark, bowed, and left, after insisting that Jamie doesn't hesitate to call him if he needed anything else.

After breakfast, Jamie declined his girls' wordless offer of play and announced, "We're on a mission, girls!" He explained what he had seen on the involuntary hooker and brought them up to speed on his wiretap findings. "We are going to free these poor women that are victimized for having been born beautiful." The girls nodded along and he outlined his basic plan of surveillance. He needed to know as much as he could about this pimp, before he stormed in to mount a rescue. "But first, a tour of boutiques and then a trip to the gun range!"

After a very fruitful shopping trip, they went back to the hotel to drop off their bags. They piled into one cab and drove to a firing range he had found online. He ordered his girls to master Mitchell's gun and they presented him with mixed results. Rose and Sandra turned out to be poor markswomen, and Helena and he were mediocre, even after firing several magazines. Sonya, however, used her second magazine to draw eyes, a nose and a smile on the face of her target. Jamie snorted in amusement. It reminded him of Mel Gibson in the Lethal Weapon movie. It also settled the matter. Sonya would wield the gun in their raid on the pimp's place. They just had to pinpoint and stake it out, first.

The day was spent spotting and observing the beautiful women that had magic ropes wound around themselves. Jamie's instincts told him the spells were the results of voodoo dolls, made with the victim's blood. If he could destroy the dolls, the women would be free. In the afternoon, they rendezvoused at the casino and sat down at separate tables to play No limit Texas hold 'em. Helena and Sonya still hung around Jamie to distract the other players and, occasionally, mosey on over to Rose and Sandra and inform him of how they were doing. All the players at the tables regarded their twenty thousand dollar stacks of chips as pitiful and tried to bust them by betting "all in". After Jamie and the girls doubled up a few times, the other players began to rethink their strategy. By the end of the night, Jamie, Rose and Sandra had almost a million dollars between them.
They retired, separately, to their suite and celebrated with an orgy. Jamie came in each girl's mouth, pussy and ass, and the girls sucked his cum out and snowballed it between themselves, before swallowing. He tried to make a second round, but a deep, restful sleep claimed him after he came in Helena's ass for the second time. Helena lay beside him and let Sandra suck his cum out of her ass, just as Sonya cleaned his softening cock in the hopes of rousing him again. When he failed to get up, the girls decided to call it a night and went to sleep as well.

In the morning, Jamie accepted two quick blowjobs from Sandra and Rose, before reviewing the results of his wiretaps. After, they deployed themselves to stake out the pimp's supernatural prostitution ring. They now had an exact head count. Fourteen women were caught by this monster's web. In the afternoon, they went to the casino to add yet another zero to their money. Rose went in first, followed by Jamie and the girls after a half an hour. An hour after him, Sandra found her place at a table.

The night was going very well for them when Jamie spotted a big, burly, latin looking man take a seat at Sandra's table. They shared a look between them. The man's aura was obscured. Within a few minutes, a warlock in a barkeep's uniform appeared behind the bar and Jamie drew the girls' attention to him. They observed him give a waitress a drink and a napkin and Jamie ordered them to let this one drink go by. When the waitress returned the napkin to the warlock, his face turned grim and he nodded at the big black man on the casino floor. The man raised his sleeve to his mouth and whispered something. Less than a minute later, two men approached the Latino. Jamie was horrified to see their powerful auras. They were inhuman and sinister and he couldn't bring himself to study them. Sandra beat a hasty retreat to the ladies' room. The men flanked the Latino at Sandra's table. They appeared to lead him away unresisting, but Jamie snuck a peek at the man. His aura was suddenly visible and bespoke of a great terror. The man's limbs had magical strings attached and Jamie realized he was being led against his will. He could feel the man was trying to cast spells to no avail.

Cold sweat dripped down Jamie's back. He had no idea who, or what, the two man-shaped creatures were and he had no desire to find out. He sat out the next hand as he tried to calm down some. He was about to give the signal to wrap things up slowly, when Helena turned his attention to the bar. The warlock had pointed out Rose, who had almost three million dollars in chips, and handed the waitress a drink. Jamie panicked. Either his wards had been overcome, or the casino had a habit of checking people who won big and fast. He nodded to Helena and she strode over to Rose's table. He watched intently as the drink kept coming closer and closer to an unsuspecting Rose. Finally, Helena faked losing her balance on her high heels and knocked the glass off the waitress' platter. It spilled all over Helena, plastering her skimpy dress to her form.

Jamie let out a disgusted grunt and stood up. "Damn it, Serena," he called Helena by her fake name, "you're drunk! I'm sick and tired of you embarrassing me in public like this! We're leaving!" He stood up, folded his hand, and gathered his chips to walk over to the cashier. Helena and Sonya helped him carry his chips. Just as he got to the cashier and the man started to count his chips, Jamie felt an overwhelming supernatural attention on himself. He strained to keep a poker face on, even as his heart beat a mile a minute. Sweat beaded all over him and poured down his face in tiny trickles. The magical gaze let up and Jamie could spot the cashier returning a tiny nod to the pit manager, before handing Jamie a check with his winnings.

Jamie and the girls went out, crossed the street and anxiously waited. He had no idea what he would do if Rose got snatched in there. Rose emerged a minute later with a relieved smile on her face. "I thought you were done for," exclaimed Jamie, in relief. "What's up with Sandra?"

"She had two million when I passed her table on my way out," Rose informed them. "She signaled she'd stay a half an hour more." Everyone groaned and grumbled at that. They nervously paced up and down the sidewalk and kept glancing at the casino doors. Jamie silently prayed she would be all right. When the short haired brunette finally emerged, his knees gave out in relief. They walked away from the casino and called a cab. Jamie sniffed back tears of relief the whole ride to the bank. As long as his girls were alright, things could be fixed. He was a bit surprised to find himself so worried about them.

In the bank, everything went off without a hitch. The checks cleared and they transferred all the money to the offshore account Cyrus provided them with. They took two hundred thousand in cash, as walking around money, and retired to their suite.

Jamie hugged Sandra and Rose and then led them to the master bedroom. He massaged them and slowly took off their clothes. Helena and Sonya watched from the doorway. Sonya had one hand on her own bosom and the other was fondling Helena's. Jamie had his two witches lie back. "Relax, girls," he instructed them. He ran his hands all over their bodies. His touch was slow and exploring. The girls responded to it by sighing and writhing on the bed. He knew their bodies as well as they did and he used that knowledge to drive them mad with lust. Soon, their pussies were dripping with excitement.

Jamie had eaten his slaves out several times before, but each of those times were more about Jamie learning a skill than giving pleasure. This time, he used all of his talents, mundane and magical, to make Rose and Sandra cum. He tied their auras together, making each feel the sensations the other did. He didn't want either to feel left out. He alternated between their pussies, eating one out, while fingering the other. The sensations were added on both their pussies and the girls shrieked in ecstasy at the exact same instant, their gashes gushing love juices all over Jamie's fingers and face. "I love you, girls," he admitted to them as much as to himself. "You too," he said over his shoulder.

Helena and Sonya hugged him and reciprocated the sentiment. The girls that were still experiencing the aftershocks of the best orgasm of their young lives, grasped his hands in breathless agreement. The five of them made unhurried, tender love until the wee hours of the morning. They fell asleep in a big pile on the king-sized bed.

The next day, Jamie bought a silver BMW SUV and a powder blue Subaru at a local luxury car dealership he had found online. Sonya and he drove the cars back to the hotel, where he settled the last day's tab. The five of them left, carrying twice the luggage they came in with. They parked close to the pimp's base of operations and gathered round for a final tactical meeting.

A tall, gorgeous woman exited the pimp's place, wearing a skimpy, green dress. She had vibrant red hair, a cute face with big eyes, huge tits, narrow waist and an ass to die for, atop long, shapely legs. Jamie shook his head sadly at seeing her roped up aura, knowing she was heading off to suck cock and be sodomized by strangers. "A woman like that should be walking a runway, not the streets," he thought.

"He's alone in there," said Jamie. "We go in, stomp his ass into the ground, get him to reveal what he did to the girls, undo it and snuff the little shit. Helena, you stand watch out here. Sonya, you're inside, with us. Any thoughts? Questions?" The girls mutely agreed to the stated plan.

Jamie held up his hand to the heavy security door, two fingers extended and two crooked. He jerked his hand to the side and the door mimicked his action, sliding open. He strode in, ignoring the pimp's inquiry of, "Who's there?" and slamming him against the wall with a casual flick of his other hand.

The pimp yelped in pain and then snarled in anger. He gathered his power about him and began casting. Jamie, in the throes of his rage, could see every minute detail of the pimp's aura. He made his magic match the ripples in the bald man's aura, but with a deliberate delay. Like a phase and counterphase wave canceling each other out, Jamie's magic negated all the spells the pimp tried to cast. No matter how much power the man poured into his casting, Jamie matched him, though with escalating effort. His aura soon began to fade and Jamie felt relief.

The pimp collapsed after a few more minutes, having fired off a grand total of no successful spells. "Who the fuck are you," he inquired, wheezing.

"We, the fuck, are justice," responded an exhausted, but still very pissed off, Jamie. He gestured and Rose and Sandra both cast a spell to inflict horrible pain on the pimp. He hollered and shrieked in absolute agony. On Jamie's signal, the girls stopped and Jamie asked, "Where are the girls' voodoo dolls?"

"Their contracts," inquired the man feebly. "Fuck you, buddy! I'm not-" he resumed vocalizing his agony as the girls restored their agony spells. After a minute of flailing around uselessly, he began to gape at them and Jamie again signaled the girls to stop. "In the cupboard," he wheezed and nodded to the side. Sandra opened the indicated cupboard and found a collection of fourteen dolls. Each was wrapped up with string, bloodied and had a photo of a strange, but quite ugly woman on it. Sandra incinerated the dolls in an instant. "Noooo! What have you done?!"

"Never mind that," said Jamie, ominously, "worry about what's coming next." The pimp gaped in horror as Rose began pulling tools out of a toolbox. Jamie took up a very large monkey wrench. Rose grasped the handle of a hammer and Sandra picked up the pliers. Both girls began heating up the business ends of their implements of torture. The phone began ringing. Jamie reveled in the fear on the whimpering pimp's face. A cellphone started ringing. Sandra pulled it out of the unresisting man's pocket and checked it.

"It's one of the victims," she said, reading the number on the caller ID.

A commotion behind Jamie drew his attention. Sonya had her gun trained on the face of a short, stocky and quite ugly blonde woman that was determined to enter the pimp's lair, despite Helena trying to drag her away by the arm. He noted the woman was all but naked, her hand was clutching some tiny pieces of green fabric to her body. A tiny, red thong was dug into her thighs and looked to be ready to snap at any moment. Something about her disturbed Jamie.

The ugly woman bellowed, "Why did you cancel my contract!?" She ignored the tall blonde pulling her back, the tall brunette holding a gun to her head and the three of them standing over the pimp with tools in hand. Her desperate question was directed at the pimp on the floor.

Jamie's eyes widened as he realized the woman's aura was exactly the same as the redhead's was, except that it lacked the magical bindings. He ignored her repeated, desperate cries of "why" and asked, "Were you a gorgeous redhead a minute ago?"

She stopped wailing to look at him and seemed to finally register the presence of other people in the room. "Yes," she sobbed.

"Holy fuck," exclaimed Jamie as he began to piece it all together. "He didn't just abduct pretty women, he took," Jamie stopped himself from saying 'ugly women' and continued lamely, "the time and effort to camouflage their appearance-"

"What the fuck are you on about, you nutjob," bellowed the former redhead.

Sandra answered the pimp's cellphone and a desperate woman's shrieks were heard. She demanded to know why her contract was cancelled. Jamie addressed the former hooker, "Madam, we've saved you from sexual slavery and-"

"You cancelled my contract," she asked in shock and disbelief. When Jamie nodded, she tried to rush him, despite Helena holding her back. "I'll fucking kill you, you bastard! You've ruined me! I'm ugly again! I'll kill you, motherfucker!"

A large woman, holding a ripped coat that was way too small for her, walked into the door and gaped at the scene that greeted her. Jamie looked at her face and nearly winced. She had a pig-like snout for a nose and tiny, little beady eyes. Her body under the coat was so wide in the middle that it was practically round, and many rolls of fat were visible. "My contract," she whispered in shock.

Jamie recognized her aura as that of the hooker he had first seen, the other night. He swallowed and asked, "Did you willingly enter into a contract with this man?"

"Yes, we did," shrieked the enraged former redhead.

"But he made you prostitute yourselves," objected Rose.

"You think we didn't want to," bellowed the woman. "I was a twenty six year old virgin! Look at me! No man wants me! They look away in disgust when they see me! I don't want that! Put it back! Put my contract back together!" She wailed wordlessly and collapsed on the floor, slipping from Helena's grasp.

"We work it off," spoke the pig-faced woman with the voice of one sentenced to death. "A year of mindless sex for a lifetime of beauty. And now it's gone. Undone. We'll have to start all over again." The woman sat on the couch and began to rock back and forth. Jamie looked at her face. She sported a thousand yard stare. He looked to the crying girl on the floor. He looked to the pimp, cowering in the corner. The woman on the other end of his cellphone was still shouting incomprehensibly. The landline kept ringing. Jamie looked to the faces of his girls.

Finally, he said, "Let's get out of here." They left and walked to their cars. Several truly ugly, man-shaped women ran the other way, weeping and clutching tiny strips of fabric to their unappealing bodies. Jamie and his posse got in their cars and drove off.

"What now," asked Helena.

"Now we pretend this fucking day never happened," he answered.

"Good idea," she agreed. "However, I meant 'what now' in a more general sense."

"I don't truly know, Helena," he said. "There's so much I-we don't know about the world we live in. I feel that we have a lot of learning and exploration ahead of us. We'll go to a university and get an education, is what I'm thinking." Helena shot him a doubtful look. "Open the glove compartment. Cyrus sent our new identities along. These IDs have a whole backstory attached to them. There are even grades there that we can enroll with."

"This late," asked Rose in the back seat.

"We have a boatload of cash coming back to us," said Jamie, smugly, "we can enroll anywhere, anytime!" He laughed and drove out of Vegas, Sandra and Sonya following in the Subaru. "Get the walkie-talkie and turn it on. We need to talk to the other car and decide what beach we'll spend the summer on!"

Dana Moran softly knocked on the door. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie. He could hear Alice Worth cursing up a storm inside her den. He hoped it was just mundane, everyday curses, and not actual, witchy curses. Since his recruitment for Section, he found that nothing was what it seemed.

He had been top dog and sharpest tool in the shed all his life, even at Quantico. And the S.A.C. of the Houston office personally recruited him for his abductions detail, right out of the Academy. After fifteen months of distinguished service, he caught a case that was going to make his bones. He tracked down a gang of kidnappers that preferred to kill their victims, rather than ransom them. To Dana's amazement, when he drew his sidearm on them, the corpses of their victims rose up to prevent him from making his arrest. He had handled the complication and made his collar.

Dana knocked a bit more forcefully. Worth's voice couldn't be heard to pause, for even a second.

Dana had then been intercepted by agents of Section, no "The", just Section, and offered a choice. Either he would join them, or the last two days of his life would be deleted from his mind. Having just lured three "pulseless Americans" to fall down an elevator shaft, he felt the need to explore things further. A strong aversion to the very idea of having his mind wiped, by any means, sealed the deal and he joined up, right then and there. In his two months of on the job training at Section, he was thrown for a loop every five minutes. Initially, he felt like he had to unlearn all that he knew, and learn it all differently.

He had wrestled with the magical concepts and theory for weeks, before giving up. It all seemed so contradictory and volatile to him. At long last, he came to terms with the fact magic wasn't to be his purview. He wasn't there to learn magic in the first place, anyway. He was a mundane agent, mundane being the Section's term for muggle, he soon learned, and he was there to schlep for the magicians. That meant demeaning tasks at first, but once he accepted his new function in life, he soon learned his knowledge and skills weren't completely useless. He was still a competent investigator and he knew how to work people. How to get them to confess or cooperate. Magicians were also people. For all their power, their minds worked identically to those of mundanes. He could work with that.

Dana started to bang on the den door with increasing strength until, finally, the door flew open, of its own accord, to reveal a very angry looking Alice Worth, Deputy Head of the Hunting Department, sitting behind her desk. Mirrors, that were hovering in the air above the desk just moments ago, were settling down on it, with soft clicks. "What animal do you want to be for the next few weeks, Morgan," she inquired, ice in her voice.

"Moran," he corrected, in a whisper she didn't hear. "I thought you'd like to know I finally found your daughter. But hey, I'd like to a bald headed eagle, if you please," he added sardonically. Dana was still not sure if that was meant to be an empty threat to vent frustration, or an actual one. She was a regulated witch and a report of her misdeeds would immediately find itself poking out one of The Suit's enchanted pockets. On the other hand, she was part of the Johansson clan, an extended family of almost all witches that had more than a score of agents on active duty in Section and valued family ties even above loyalty to Section. They might have a way to do it and keep out of The Suit's pocket.

Once the wrath vacated her features, Dana found her to be actually attractive. She had high cheekbones and thin lips but, unlike her daughter, she was of average height. Dana hated it when women towered over men. Her face was that of a woman ten years younger than her and her immaculate and elaborate, wavy hairstyle complimented her features considerably. "Well," she demanded, "where is she!?"

"Las Vegas," he answered, opening his laptop and setting it on her desk. She leaned in. "This is from the surveillance camera of an attack against a licensed magician that has just been filed with Section. The tall blonde in the back is your daughter."

Alice worth squinted at the stills critically, before sitting back and glaring at the young agent. "You don't have the eyesight to be a bald eagle. If you did, you'd notice that the blonde does not resemble my daughter, excepting height. These four floozies are ridiculously over endowed and my daughter possesses an athletic build." Moran thought he could hear an undertone of envy in her voice. He had to remind himself not to look at her own, modest bust, lest he incur her wrath. "I think one of those underground, burrowing animals would suit you best. A mole, or something."

Moran pressed on, "Their faces don't match, I know, but there are wards against-"

"Do not presume to teach me ward magic, Morgan," she hissed angrily.

"Moran," he whispered, again, to himself.

"Or are you thinking that my duties at Section have rendered me so far removed from my own daughter that I've forgotten what she looked like?" She held up a picture of her daughter. "See, this is her face, dilweed!" Her finger moved over the framed photograph in a way that seemed almost like a caress. "And this, below her neck, is her bust. Athletic."
Moran loaded a different set of photographs on his laptop. It was a collection of photos her classmates had uploaded to social networking sites in the past month. He kicked himself mentally, even before he started, but his pride prevented him from not mocking her tone of voice. Just as he wasn't to teach her magic, she wasn't to teach him how to investigate. Particularly not a missing person's case, which this assignment was turning out to be. "This is your daughter's face," he indicated on one of the photos. His finger moved lower. "And this is her bust. Ample." Worth's mouth fell open. He displayed more photographs, all showing Helena Worth sporting her large knockers.

Dana felt a bit bad for her when he saw the emotion in Alice Worth's face. A tear rolled down her cheek. Her finger reached out to caress the image on his screen. "What have you done," she asked the picture. She cleared her throat, blinked her eyes and set her dainty jaw. "This doesn't mean anything. Just because my daughter modified her appearance..."

Finally, Dana felt like he had her attention, so he hurriedly explained, "Her cellphone stopped working at almost the exact same instant as those of her three classmates. The girl you identified as her best friend, Sonya Mitchell, also turned her cell phone off, less than five minutes later. None of them have been turned back on since. I've done some preliminary inquiring, and all five of them left their houses to go on a last hurrah before college, all on the day before we arrived here to not be greeted by your daughter at the airport. When you look at the stills of the Las Vegas attack and compare them to the images of the five kids in question, they match general descriptions. And yes, all three of the girls in question were of 'athletic' build until recently. Near as I can form a timeline from these photos, they grew a week or two after your daughter did."

Alice was in shock. She had raised her daughter better than this. How could she have fallen in with these people? It must be Mitchell's fault. She kept telling her to stop keeping company with that girl. Helena loved Sonya to a fault and kept following her lead, no matter where she led. "Attack in Vegas," she inquired, business-like. If it did turn out to be something her daughter did, she'd need to pin it all on the other four and keep her record clean. The Johansson clan had an unblemished record with Section and it simply had to stay that way.

"Full report's right here," he said, as he brought it up on the screen.

She started to read it and then asked, "Have you shared your theory with anyone else?"

"No," he said softly. "I think this is... more of a personal matter than an official one. Friends and family come first and foremost. Don't they?"

Alice could tell, by his tone of voice, that he was trying to ingratiate himself with her, whilst not being obvious. He must think himself clever and subtle. She had seen it all before, a thousand times. All the mundanes either lost it within weeks and had to have a debilitating mind wipe, or they started to try and make friends amongst magicians, hoping to gain power by proxy. She smiled. As long as he thought he was going somewhere, he'd be of use. Kicking him to the curb someday, would be the simplest thing in the world. "I agree," she said. "Let's play things close to the vest, for now. No need to share unconfirmed theories, just yet." He nodded. "Thank you, agent Moran. Please book us a flight to Las Vegas."

He left with a barely suppressed smile. She levitated a mirror. She concentrated and an image of her brother appeared on it. "Paul," she addressed the mirror, "Helena is in Vegas, I think. She's fallen in with a bad crowd and they're officially on the Section's radar."

"How can I help," inquired her brother.

"Get on those fucking useless seers and put a fireball up their collective asses," she all but screamed. "First they make the vague announcement of something new arising here and they flag it lowest priority and give no info, and then, when my scrying fails to locate Helena, they suddenly can't find her? Gimme a fucking break!" The image in the mirror grunted in agreement. "Get those vague, hazy fuckers to give me some info! Specific and hard intel, for once! And, while you're there, arrange for some of our cousins to get some time off. Get them one of the off-the-books jets and have them meet me in Vegas."

"When," he asked.

"Yesterday, Paul," she answered. "Last week would have been even better." She kept berating herself for not scrying on Helena the instant she wasn't at the airport, instead of doing the seers' bidding and searching for this new vagueness. She knew it wouldn't have made a difference, but it irked her, nonetheless. The whole point of her taking this milk run was to spend time with Helena, while dragging her feet on the search for this new whatever it was.

"You got it, sis," spoke the image in the mirror before it vanished. Alice let the mirror softly drop and delved into the report on the attack and the small file the mundane, Dana, compiled for her. The report identified the boy of the group as the primary assailant and the mage claimed his spells were dispelled before he could unleash them. He claimed his magic was being fiddled with, while still being a part of him. Only a rare breed of mages Section called Duelists could do that. If this young man turned out to be an actual Duelist mage, Section would bend over backwards to recruit him as their chief enforcer. Bringing him in would be a fine feather in her cap. A badge of honor for her clan.

Section was tasked by the Government to maintain order in the magical community and to protect vital, national interests. They were modeled after the french Directorate of Paranormal Affairs and their current incarnation harkened all the way back to the Revolutionary War. Section was headed by The Suit, a person appointed by the President. He, or she, wore an enchanted suit of clothes that made them immune to magic and concealed their identity from everyone. When a magician was licensed, they signed their license in blood and the license went into a pocket of The Suit. Senior politicians, elected officials and strategic military personnel were also required to sign on to protection by the Suit. Anytime a licensed witch made an offence, or magic was used on one of the protected personnel, a paper with the exact details would pop out of The Suit's pocket and Section would be dispatched to undo the damage, conceal magic from the mundanes and apprehend and punish those responsible. Much like the mundane police, they didn't have the manpower to undo all the wrongs that could be done if a large portion of the populace suddenly went rogue, so they actually kept the peace by means of intimidation. If they had a Duelist on the books, magical crime would all but vanish. Foreign sorcerous espionage would become a rare thing, as well.

A thorough read of the report revealed the blonde she suspected could be Helena, didn't actually participate in the attack. Mitchell wielded a gun, which was weird for a witch, even one with so little power as her, and the other two girls tortured the magician. Moran had named the girls Rose Romano and Sandra Grant. The names didn't ring a bell in her head, but the boy's suspected name did. Jamie Jacobs. She had heard that name before. She looked at the school photos and was sure she saw the boy's face before. Finally, it dawned on her. The Jacobs lived in a tiny, ugly house that was right behind hers. Their humble dwelling was a blight on the upscale neighborhood, and Alice was often tempted to use her magic to make them leave. And the boy, she remembered, was the mundane one Helena cast glamours on, when she was but a little girl. Yes, Alice had given her a stern talking to because of that. Apparently, it didn't take, and she now used the mundane boy as a front for her witch-gang.

Alice frowned. She knew the boy had no power and all the Duelist ruckus that was shaking up Section, would be for naught, except to complicate her efforts to find and help Helena, in a discreet fashion. The report indicated they didn't steal anything, they just ruined the magician's legitimate business contracts under the pretext of liberating his slaves. She huffed in frustration. So many questions and all of her many resources kept coming up empty. The victim was being flown to D.C. to be interrogated by the top echelon of Section, perhaps even The Suit itself. Her grandfather would probably be brought in on that. She had no idea how she would get the cagey, manipulative, old fart to give her the unredacted version of the testimony.

She looked in the direction of the Jacobs' house, as if she could see through the walls. She needed to pay a visit to the parents and friends of every one of these kids that apparently ran with her daughter. And she'd start with the ones that were nearest.