The fun was just beginning when Gary heard the knock at the door. Lauren and Courtney were both naked, and he'd hypnotically bound their hands behind their backs so they had to lean into each other to keep their balance. Gary rubbed his cock through the fabric of his jeans as he took in the sight. They were kissing each other at his command while they rubbed their heavy tits together, and they were already breathing heavy when the knocking sounded.
The knocking got louder quickly. Much louder--from the sound of it, whoever was out there was damn near ready to break the door down if they didn't get a response. "Here comes trouble," Gary whispered, a smug grin spreading across his face. He let the hammering continue for a full minute while he watched his girls make out before finally getting up and going to the door.
He looked through the peephole before opening the door. Sure enough, there was a young Caucasian woman with long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes standing outside, her face contorted in frustration as she banged on the door. Mentally, he was already picturing her joining Lauren and Courtney on the floor in front of his bed. Her pale skin would contrast so beautifully with Courtney, and Lauren's red hair would look so nice draped across her thighs...
But that was for later. First thing first. He opened the door just as she was about to hammer on it again. "Hi there," he said, favoring her with a smile. "My name's Gary. Can I help you?"
"What have you done to my friends?" she asked without preamble. She scowled at him and fixed him with the kind of stare that would have been intimidating on someone who wasn't five foot six and weighed maybe 110 pounds soaking wet.
Soaking wet. Gary made a mental note to find a place with an indoor hot tub once he had a little money.
"I'm sorry, you are?" He knew exactly who she was--Courtney had already described all her friends to him in detail once he'd put her under his spell. But he wanted her a little off-balance, at least at first. His hypnotic power was still a little new to him, and it was a lot harder to use on someone who was angry. Getting her to question herself, even if it was only a little, would make her a lot easier to enthrall.
"Samantha," she said, relaxing only a little. "I'm a friend of Courtney's. And Lauren's. And I know that they both came here. Lauren's brother said he saw them walking away from the pool with you a few hours ago."
Gary couldn't repress a little smile.
They both came several times here,
he thought to himself. He remembered the afternoon he first saw Courtney, resting with her friends by the pool in the summer sun a week ago, and the way he'd gotten stiff just from looking at her. It had seemed in that instant that she was everything that time had robbed from him--beauty, wealth, youth, an endless potential that had somehow never amounted to anything more than a string of failed relationships and a dingy fourth floor studio apartment that he was two weeks away from getting kicked out of.
He probably wouldn't have had the courage to use the book if not for Courtney. He'd had it for decades, stolen from one of his old girlfriends during a very bad break-up back in '79. He'd known for years that it was real, but he'd never had the nerve to read any farther than the title.
The Book of the Goetia of Solomon the King.
A how-to guide to summoning and commanding demons.
He had spent that whole evening thinking about all those girls, young and sun-dappled and beautiful, none of them even giving him a second glance. And that night, he had invoked his chosen spirits. Paimonia, Forassis and Buer, Kings and Presidents of Hell, each with a boon to give and a price to pay. He was given long life and all his infirmities were healed, and he was given the power to bind men to his will. In exchange for three innocent souls.
He remembered the rush of youth and vitality that flowed into his body, his gray mustache restored to chestnut brown, his curly hair growing back in and toppling the toupee onto the floor. He remembered feeling for the first time in decades that anything he wanted could be his, anything at all. And he remembered going out the next morning and seeing Courtney standing on the sidewalk...
He came out of his reverie and looked down at Samantha. "Oh, Courtney!" he said. "Yeah, she's inside with Lauren. Come on in, I'll show you around." He beckoned her inside, and watched as she walked past him. She looked even better from behind--her tits weren't that big, but she had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. He looked forward to seeing what she looked like without those jeans on.
"Oh my god!" First, though, he had to get her softened up. "What did you--Courtney? Lauren?" She spun around. "What did you do to them?"
He gave her his best innocent look. "I didn't do anything to them, Samantha," he said. "I just talked to them, and they agreed that all the things I suggested made perfect sense." He pitched his voice in a mellow, calming cadence; he didn't know if it was really necessary for the hypnosis to work, but he felt more confident when he used it, and it was easier to use his power when he felt confident.
He needed all the confidence he could get. Samantha looked like she didn't believe a word of it. Her hands were balled into fists and her entire body quivered with rage. If she wasn't about to hit him, she was at least thinking about it. For the moment, though, she simply shot him a death glare and said, in icy tones, "You just...talked to them?"
"That's all," he replied, keeping his voice low and even. "I talked to them, and it felt perfectly natural to listen." He kept his eyes locked onto hers, picturing in his mind the waves of hypnotic power flowing down the invisible link between them. "It felt as natural as gravity, Samantha. They didn't need to think about what I said any more than you need to think about keeping your feet on the ground."
As he spoke, he recalled Paimonia's words to him that fateful night. "Wise speech can help the magic take effect, and weave your gentle spell into their minds. A subtle metaphor is all you need--their will shall sleep and think it their idea." He first came up with the gravity thing while talking to Lauren--it had been incredible. There was a moment where he could literally see her resistance collapsing. He couldn't wait to see the same thing happen to Samantha.
She wasn't quite there yet, but she was definitely softening. Her glare melted for a moment into a swirl of confusion, as though she'd lost track of what was making her so angry in the first place, but she rallied. "You...I don't believe it. They're my friends, I know them. They're not just going to wander off with some strange guy and, and..."
Gary saw his opening and pounced. "And strip naked," he said, turning it from a question into a command. "And feel the arousal building, slowly and insistently. Uncontrollably. All that sensual heat, melting every thought into dreamy, drifting, mindless lust..."
He let the pause linger for a second, long enough to watch Samantha's eyes go glassy for just a split-second and then regain their focus. "Of course they did. They couldn't help themselves. It felt just like gravity, Samantha--an inexorable, inevitable pull on their thoughts and their will, constantly anchoring them down." He reached out and brushed a stray hair out of her face, caressing her forehead as he did so. "They couldn't resist me any more than they could fly."
Lauren had been even easier than Courtney, he recalled. She'd seen the way Courtney seemed so dazed when she followed him back to his apartment, she'd even figured out that he might have done something to her friend, but it hadn't helped her. Once he figured out how to work his new power into his speech, she'd gone from threatening to go to the cops to melting under his touch within minutes. Samantha was going to be even easier.
Her face already looked so beautifully smooth and untroubled, as though she was sinking into a placid sleep while wide awake. "Any more than..." She mouthed the rest of the sentence like speaking was too much work.
Again, Gary seized the opportunity. "That's right, Samantha. Any more than you can fly. Your thoughts feel so heavy now, Samantha. Listening to me feels so easy, so natural. It's automatic now. You listen to my words and accept them. It's as easy as falling off a log. Only resistance is hard now."
Speaking of hard, he definitely needed to do something about his cock as soon as she was under. The real fun could wait until after he'd busted his nut with the new chick. He wasn't worried about stamina--even when he was young, he didn't remember having this kind of sexual energy. He could let Samantha finish him off with her mouth, and watch the three of them go at it for a few minutes until he got hard all over again. All night, if he wanted.
Eventually, of course, the fun would have to end. The demons wanted their three souls, and these girls fit the bill perfectly. Gary felt a little bad about that part, but there wasn't much he could do; he'd signed a contract in blood, literally, and the penalties for non-compliance on his end were pretty scary shit. He'd get Samantha to sign over her money to him (Courtney and Lauren might not have any dough, but they had friends who were rolling in it) and then do the deed at midnight tomorrow night. He'd be able to find other girls after that. All the women, all the money, everything he ever wanted.
