The Rainbow Collar Ch 12

Chapter 12

Author's Note:

Since everyone wanted to know which gem was assigned to which girl I figured I would list it right at the top.

Claire | Green Gem | Cuckquean Voyeur

Julia | Yellow Gem | Petplay

Amanda | Red Gem | Love

Nora | Indigo Gem | Slave Maid

Lara | Violet Gem | Bimbo

Stephanie | Orange Gem | Domme Mom

Carmen | Blue Gem | Submissive Exhibitionist

With that I want to apologize for not getting these chapters out in a manner with which I am satisfied. Regardless, I will finish this story. Also, I might have another story that I have started in order to refresh my perspective on this one, so look out for that sometime!

Zach:

After an exhausting morning of attempting to wrangle all of these girls in order to discuss how we were going to go about this, I was already exhausted before my day officially began.

With the way mom was, there was no way she could go into work like this. I called in to her work saying she is sick and that she has lost her voice. Her boss' secretary took down my message, a distinct lack of caring in her voice as I spoke to her.

With that taken care of I would need to find out who to ask about dealing with magic. Before all of this stuff with the Prismium I had no idea magic existed, but now I was having to think about who I could even talk to about this. It seemed that Sapphira was not going to be any help, wherever she was dragged off to.

I was dressed up for work knowing that Carmen and Nora could still work even with their respective gems. Stephanie was tasked with keeping Bimbo Lara under control, and Claire and Amanda promised to look after mom.

Opening the front door, so that Carmen, Nora, and I could head to work, another note dropped to the ground. Looking down at it, it was a red envelope, sealed with a blue wax seal. Picking it up and turning it over I read it's front.

Open me :)

.

Claire came up behind me pressing her breasts against my back.

"Another note? What does it say?" Claire asked.

Breaking the seal, I pulled out and unfolded the note.

To Zach and Claire,

I am sure that you have now seen Magnus for who he really is. I wish I could have helped you early on, but I did not know who the Prismium went to until I saw Claire wearing it. I have a basic understanding of what needs to be done in order to break this curse. If you wish to get this information, then send Claire to the mall. I will meet her at the food court.

Yours,

Salem

Claire looked up at me, "The only public place I have been over the last week or so was the mall, so this person must be someone that works there. Would make sense with how they might have known about Magnus." Claire looked at the floor in thought.

"Well, I trust you, we are quite literally all in this together, so if you want to head down there today while I am at work then go ahead." I gave her a kiss on the lips, seeing her blush as I pulled back.

After that we made our way to work for a tense day of worrying how all of the girls would behave.

Claire:

Amanda and I took Lara's car down to the mall. Stephanie had ensured us that she could look after the bimbo and the Momcat.

I had my suspicions on whoever this "Salem" is, considering I didn't interact with too many people at the mall.

Parking the car and walking towards the mall entrance, I felt a strange pull on the Collar. It was beckoning me to move further into the mall. I wouldn't back down from this, I would never admit to being scared of what will happen to us if we fail, we needed to be strong in order to weather this particular fucked up storm.

Amanda was constantly distracted by all of the shops in the mall. The red gem was making her want to smell every scented candle and want to buy a door mat that said, "We Wipe Our Paws In This House." It was the most live, laugh, love shit you could think of, and I was not feeling it.

Having been imbued with the green gem, I found my thoughts often slipping towards how attractive some of the girls around me were. Strangely when it came to the guys, I was able to acknowledge their good looks, but I felt no sort of sexual attraction to them. My guess was that it was because of the Prismium yet again, but frankly, I didn't care, why would I ever want to be attracted to anyone but Zach and getting to appreciate hot girls was a definite plus.

"Oh! Claire Bear look at this tea set; the cups have little owls on them." Amanda tugged at my shirt, trying to pull me towards the window of a home goods type shop.

"Not right now Amanda we need to get to the food court." I hissed at her, feeling a sudden spike of anger at her. Amanda looked at me with shock, her face dropping from excitement to sulking. I felt bad right away as I realized my outburst was uncalled for. "I'm sorry Amanda, its just... well, this is important what we are doing. There is only so much time until whatever this curse is does something bad. The uncertainty of where we will end up is just eating at me." I looked down, ashamed of lashing out at her.

"Oh, Claire, it's going to be ok. You and Zach are some of the strongest people I know. I promise to try and rein in my housewife tendencies from this gem." Amanda gave me a bear hug, causing me to become encapsulated in her cavernous cleavage.

"Thanks Amanda, I love you." I told her, leaning up to give her a kiss.

Finally making our way into the food court, the pull on the collar suddenly stopped. Looking around for the person I assumed might be "Salem" it took me a while, but I saw her.

When I was buying that lingerie for Amanda, I was so distracted that I didn't really pay attention to anything more than her ass. But seeing her again, I instantly recalled her appearance.

She was the definition of Mall Goth. She had long silver-white hair with a little bit of her black roots peeking out on top. Her eyebrows were immaculately shaped, tapering off sharply. Skin was ghostly pale, which was contrasted even further by the black clothes she wore. Her face was angular like a model, but the goth makeup instead gave her this dangerous edge to her look. A sleeve of tattoos covering the entirety of her left arm, snaking up the right side of her neck as well. She wore a formfitting Black tank top with some kind of death metal band design on it. The tank top seemed to be connected to a fishnet like mesh that covered her upper chest and clavicle leading into a studded black leather collar.

Walking up to her I noticed she had unnatural violet eyes. The fishnet covering split off to cover her left arm from the armpit all the way to her knuckles. If it weren't for the green gem, I would want to instantly go down on this girl, but instead I was thinking of her bending Amanda over and eating her cunt out until Amanda passed out from sheer pleasure.

Shaking my head, trying to clear the dirty thoughts, I locked eyes with her. She gave me a wide toothy grin, her bright white teeth greatly contrasted by the dark burnt maroon that was her lipstick. I wanted to make the fuck out with this woman so bad!

"Hello Claire, nice to see you again." The gorgeous goth said. Her violet eyes smoldered, framed by the smokey black eyeshadow and coal black eyeliner. I did not expect the southern accent, giving her a southern belle vibe.

"I had a feeling it would be you, your ass was suspiciously memorable, otherwise I don't think I would have known that you are Salem." I responded to her, getting a read of her expressions.

Without missing a beat, "Well this memorable ass is attached to an equally memorable hot goth woman." She stuck her hand out to shake mine, "The name is Sabrina. I only used Salem as a codename." As our hands met, I felt a zap of energy travel between us. Sabrina's eyes flashed to a cloudy white for only a moment before she broke contact with me, her eyes returned to normal as she stared at the Prismium with shock.

"Well, this is bad. The curse is in full swing." Sabrina took a moment to catch her breath.

"What do you know about all of this, and how do you know all of this?" I asked her, sitting down across the table from her, Amanda sitting next to me.

"To start, I am a witch..." Sabrina paused, looking between us, expecting some sort of answer. "Really? No jokes?" She scoffed. "sorry I am just so used to people making 'Sabrina The Teenage Witch' references when they hear my name and what I am." She chuckled ruefully.

"Sorry, I'm probably too young for that, but I'm sure Zach would have picked up on it." I shrugged, feeling I needed to offer some kind of response to her.

"It's fine... so I am a witch, and I come from a coven that dates back a long time. Covens are loose families; we keep a recorded history of our ancestors. And one such ancestor knew of Magnus.

"At the time, this ancestor was a high priestess for the order of Hekate, the goddess of magic, witchcraft, and night. Because of her station she often had dealings with other witches and sorcerers. A sorcerer like Magnus. It was said that he would serve as advisor to powerful men, only so he could siphon away their power and influence. In the case of King Solomon, Magnus stole Solomon's original lesser key of demons. Binding these evil creatures to his will, his influence only spread. His life span was elongated, yet still mortal.

In order to continue his journey of corruption, he found a way to live beyond the magically enhanced limits of the human body... soul transfer." Sabrina paused, checking to see if we followed.

"Wait! Like as in he was a body snatcher!" I nearly yelled out, catching myself from overreacting.

"Yes, and I am sure you can guess what he used in order to do that."

"The Prismium," My fingers traced over the blackened gems on the collar.

"Exactly, he has lived on for a very long time, by taking over the body of the Prismium's current master. Then he would exploit the connection with the harem, enslaving them to his will.

"Now, I am just a run-of-the-mill witch in the grand scheme of things, and I only know all of this from recorded encounters my coven has had with him throughout the ages. These records also give me information on how to overcome said curse." Sabrina folded her arms under her breasts, giving me a better look at her creamy cleavage.

Fuck, she keeps distracting me with how hot she is. What I would give to see Zach fuck that southern whores mouth!

I shook my head, trying to shake out the way too horny thoughts I kept having. Circling back on what she just said, I had a realization.

"Wait... why would Magnus have a way to beat the curse, and how come no one has ever beaten it?"

"You are a real smarty, aren't you?" Sabrina gave me a playful wink. "It's a sort of rule in magic. If you make a spell that is impossible to negate, then it will be far weaker than a spell that has weaknesses built into it. By creating conditions for your magic, it boosts the overall power of the spells.

"As to how no one has ever beat it...they never had enough info to fight it. My coven has been trying for centuries to get the cycle broken - his rebirth and further corruption of the Prismium's new owner - but we were never able to find them in time, but now I have found you, and I can help."

Lost in thought I felt Amanda pull on my shirt, "Hun, do you think we can trust her? We have already been burnt by a seemingly altruistic magic guy." She spoke softly in my ear in order to not be overheard.

Amanda did bring up a good point, but at this time, this was the best lead we had. To turn down this opportunity seemed foolish.

"Can I text Zach and see what he thinks about this?" I asked Sabrina.

"By all means, go ahead sexy." She gave me a sultry look that made my loins tingle with excitement.

...

Filling Zach in on the conversation so far, I waited to hear his decision on this.

Zach: This is the best lead we have. Also, holy shit witches exist! We have clearly entered in a world that is hidden underneath regular society.

Claire: If you think it's best then I'll let her know the decision.

Zach: 1 to 10 how hot is she?

Claire: Really? In this dire situation we are in, the first thing you wanna know is how hot she is?!

Zach: Yes... I can also bet you $100 that you have already fantasized about me fucking her.

Claire: *sigh*

Zach: :P

Claire:... she's an 11... like, once you hear the accent, you are gonna jizz right in your pants.

Zach: Noted. Alright I need to get back to work, you did great today, very proud of you, my good girl!

With the text conversation ended, I was recovering from the pleasurable chill at Zach calling me a "good girl."

"We're in." I told Sabrina.

Sabrina smiled, leaning over to get her face close to mine, "Well, Hun, we got a lot of work to do, and not much time to do it."

~*~

Zach:

Words could not describe how relieved I was to know that there was someone who had any kind of knowledge on how to solve our problem.

In our messages, Claire told me about how Magnus would possess the current master of the Prismium in an effort to live on. I would be lying if I told you I wasn't currently shitting myself with fear at the fact that I could have not only my body and taken from me, but that it would also trap all 7 of these women that I was just starting to care for.

I really hoped this Sabrina - I cannot believe Claire never saw Teenage Witch; I would have been rolling on the floor laughing at that - could help us. She seemed on the level with us, but I had already been burned by another mage, I don't know if I could handle another one. Or I guess it ultimately wouldn't matter, considering that if we do not solve this curse by the time of the next new moon, we are as good as fucked.

~*~

It had been a long day at work. Nora's slave maid gem simultaneously made her great as the receptionist, but also terrible at acting like a normal person. On three separate occasions I had to stop Nora from groveling at a patients feet after she screwed up some paperwork. Nora didn't know the meaning of just saying "sorry," she had to fully bow down and "humble herself before her betters", at least that's what she said. Knowing that she gets off on that made me suspicious that she may in fact be making mistakes on purpose.

Carmen was a little easier to corral, she was still a PhD holding psychiatrist after all, albeit with some new distractions running through her head.

During our lunch break Carmen kept grinding her pussy against my thigh, saying she wouldn't be able to function if she couldn't silence her "slutty thoughts" as she called them.

For someone that was supposed to be submissive she was certainly demanding of me. Likely my fault since I was greatly distracted with this stupid curse, we find ourselves trapped in.

"Master, it is time for us to lock up for the day." Nora said, peeking her head into Carmen's office. I must have been so distracted that I hadn't realized it was closing time... well that and the fact that Carmen was writhing on the floor, her hands tied with an electrical cord, she liked the powerlessness of it.

"Alright. Go make sure that all of the lights are off and we'll be out there shortly." I said to her, giving her a reassuring smile. Nora closed the door, once again leaving Carmen and I alone.

"S-sir, can I ask you something?" Carmen asked me.

"Sure thing, go ahead." I responded.

"I-I know I'm not exactly myself right now, and maybe that's why I can say this, but... so far you have been doing an excellent job around here. Nora is happier than I have seen in a long time, and while I know this is all new to me I-I... just want to say that whatever happens to all of us, it's not your fault." Carmen looked up at me, in a moment of lucidity from her slutty thoughts.

I sat there frozen, not responding to her at all. Even though I didn't actively think about it, I realized that I really was feeling guilt deep down. If Carmen had not addressed it at the top, I likely would have festered with these feelings for the next two weeks... unable to properly focus on what needs to be done.

"Thank you, Carmen." I smiled at her, "I'll make sure your ass gets much punishment tonight." Carmen's eyes widened as she grinned until she realized that her reaction was a little embarrassing, turning back around I could hear light moans coming from her, likely getting off on the embarrassment.

~*~

We all came together at home. I got to meet Sabrina, and Claire honestly seemed like she wasn't hyping her hotness

enough

. To top of her looks, she had such a smooth southern accent.

"Nice to finally make your acquaintance, Zach." Sabrina smiled at me, stretching her hand out to shake mine, for her to only grab my hand and pull me into a tight hug, she deeply inhaled the scent off of my clothes.

"Uh... yeah, likewise. I don't know where you're from, but we don't usually smell people as a greeting around here." I told Sabrina, ignoring my polite protests.

Sabrina let go of me and studied my eyes for a moment, "I was getting a read on your aura. You are for sure super cursed." She said that so matter-of-factly that I was a little peeved at her.

"Ok miss Sabrina the Teenage Witch, let's skip all of the preamble and get to how the fuck we are going to solve this." Letting a bit of my frustration out at her, I waited for her to start explaining.

"I love men who wanna take action." Sabrina said, her voice low and sultry as she ran her fingernail along my chest in a figure eight. Turning around to address all of 8 of us, Sabrina took a steadying breath. "To just get straight to the point, Magnus - the man who sold the Prismium to Zach - is millennia's old mage who has used the Prismium's power to body hop from host to host. He takes over the bearer of the ring, then binds all seven of the harem to be his slaves, unable to resist him.

"While the Prismium will extend all of your lives and allow you to stay young and beautiful for much longer; you are still mortal. Magnus stretches his life out by siphoning the life force of the seven concubines. This is the reason he never has any of his previous harem when he passes of the collar and ring to a new owner." Sabrina grimaced, looking me straight in the eyes, "To put it plainly, you are to be faced with 7 trials. In magic a spell or curse becomes magnitudes stronger when the mage puts a possible escape method into the spell. So magnus devised the 7 trials, one for each girl. For every trial you clear, that girls gem will return to normal and be able to be reabsorbed by the collar.

"These trials will correlate to what gem each girl has, and also to who they are and how strong your bond is with them." Pointing over at Amanda, Sabrina continued, "Take Amanda for instance, she is stuck with the red love gem, which was in no way random, her trial pertains to who she is, and why she has that specific gem.

"If you wish to find a hint to each trial then you must focus on the curse within each girl, there you will find a clue, but no answers. You must clear all trials before sundown on the night of the new moon, which takes place 13 days after today." Sabrina paused, expecting questions from the people around the room.

"So... are these trials physical or are they just dumb riddles?" Claire said off to my side, she was gently nudging Amanda into me, subtly trying to get Amanda and I to fuck in front of her.

"It's hard to say, usually the trial will be to solve some sort of problem that is tied to said girl. That is the most I can offer; it is going to be up to all of you to figure out the steps necessary." Sabrina answered, proceeding to point us in

a

direction.