The Rainbow Collar

A/N:

This chapter took a while for me to write. While I am mostly fine with the directions things are going, I do want to make sure that I'm able to keep things going smoothly as we get closer to the finale. For those who have asked "Why end the series?" I will at least say that this series will end, but that doesn't mean further stories wont come out that may or may not have these characters. I'm hoping to expand on The Mommy's Curse, which I wrote for the Halloween contest after I'm done with this series. There are also a lot more niche kinks I would like to write stories about that I'm sure not everyone who likes reading my stuff will enjoy, but alas that's how it goes when you write stories. I still can't believe I have written a novel length erotic story. When this series is done, I would like to go over it again and fix up the earlier chapters, do some much-needed editing. It would be different than these chapters online, consider them the beta version, but that doesn't mean these are the lesser versions, or the incomplete versions. There will just need to be a higher level of quality if I ever do get around to actually publishing my first ever erotic novel.

As Always thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy, and I'll so you all in the new year.

Chapter 15

C/W: Abusive relationships, drug abuse

Claire:

That morning, I woke up in a stupor. Zach was making good headway on completing the Prismium's trials. I was happy that he was completing said trials, but there was also something wrong about how I was feeling. Sometimes I would dream of becoming the Mistress of the harem, making all of the other girls bow to me. I would look over and see Zach sitting upon a throne of polished, glossy obsidian. There was something wrong with the look in his eyes, like he was Zach, but he wasn't at the same time.

At first I believed these thoughts to be caused by the green gem; making me horny for Zach taking other women in front of me, but I was starting to feel as if something sinister was encroaching on my mind.

No matter how many times I wanted to tell Zach about what I was experiencing, I would suddenly find that my voice wouldn't come out. It had to be Magnus' doing, how else could I explain these dark thoughts.

I would need to find a way around this limitation, a note maybe? Perhaps I would be able to communicate with one of the other girls and have them pass on the message.

I started as the bed moved a bit. Looking behind me, Zach was sitting up, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

"What are you doing up so early, Claire?" He said, his morning voice making my loins moisten.

"Oh... I was just, you know... thinking about stuff?" I replied, frustrated at myself for being unable to communicate what I was really thinking about.

"Well, I won't push you to talk about something unless it pertains to our current predicament." Zach rubbed my back, soothing me rather successfully.

"Yeah, I'm fine no worries," I reassured him then switched topics, "So, who's trial are you going to do next?" I looked at his hazel eyes, trying to read what he was thinking about.

"How has Amanda been?" He asked me.

"Well, she has been great, but it's hard to tell with the red gem affecting her. I'm thinking that might be why she got it, her home life is shit, and the love gem is allowing her to avoid the problem by paying attention to other people's wants and needs."

"Wow, are you sure you're not the one studying psychology?" He grinned wryly.

"It helps when I have a smart and sexy big brother." I purred back at him as I crawled over to him and mounted myself right over his lap. Looking into his eyes, I felt safe in them. These moments were the most at peace I think I had ever felt.

Zach leaned forward and captured my lips with his own. This was a much more romantic kiss. No need to tongue-fuck each other's mouths. I found myself getting lost in the comfort his lips afforded me.

But any moment could be ruined.

A bright flash enveloped my vision. Once I was able to clear the spots from my eyes I notice I was in a dark void, kneeling in an unending shallow pool of some kind of black liquid.

"Hello?!" I yelled out into the void, hoping that Zach would be able to find me. I desperately hoped that he wasn't dragged into this with me.

"There is no need to yell, lass." A smooth, masculine voice said from behind me. Turning around I saw a somewhat familiar man. He looked to be in his early 40's, but it was hard to tell considering that he was very fit, and well dressed.

"W-who are you?" I said, shaking slightly from kneeling in the cold liquid.

"I thought it would be obvious. I'm your master, your everything. I am the very existence in which you were born to serve." The man smirked, his amber colored eyes held me still, like a mouse frozen in fear as a snake inched towards it.

The man had short swept back black hair. He was wearing a white double-breasted three-piece suit. His skin tone looked to be possibly Mediterranean. His strong jaw covered in perfectly groomed stubble was framing his perfectly white teeth.

"M-magnus?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I felt my veins turn to ice at the realization.

"Good girl! See, you're getting used to recognizing your master. I cannot wait until you and the other girls are mine." Magnus was grinning from ear to ear, his teeth blinding me with their whiteness.

"I don't k-know if you realized, but Z-Zach is making progress on the trials. So, I-if I were you, I would start shitting my pants with fear knowing that I wouldn't be coming back to the land of the living!" I tried my best to hold back my fear and anxiety, knowing that my shaking was only getting worse since I was naked in foot-deep black water.

Magnus' smirk didn't falter as he slowly walked towards me. I had just realized that he walking on top of the mysterious liquid, his footsteps not even causing ripples in the liquid.

"It is no matter to me. He will not finish the trials because he needs to free all of you. If time runs out and there is only one girl left, then I still get all of you.

"Besides, my independent agent has been keeping an eye on you all. They are my insurance for if your brother actually manages to get down to the wire." Magnus leaned down, his hands in his pockets. His eyes met mine, this time mere inches from my face. "Plus, since you are the one actually bearing the collar, you will have to be the last trial. Knowing all of this, I just need to prevent you from being able to help Zach," he chuckled, "So no talking about what I have said to you here, and as a little gift from me to you. I think I'll amplify the gems effects on you, just to make things a little more... fun." His smile stretched out widely, revealing a mouth full of jagged shark-like teeth.

Before I could even respond he lunged forward, his maw growing to encompass my whole head. Then he bit down. The pain was excruciating. As soon as it had started it went away as I blinked my eyes open, still in Zach's embrace with our lips still locked.

I pushed him back and launched myself out of the bed, making my way for the toilet. I could feel the nausea pushing the contents of my stomach up my throat.

Managing to make it to the toilet on time, I looked down at the black liquid that I was just kneeling in. I flushed the toilet as soon as I heard Zach's heavy footfalls coming towards me.

"Claire! Are you okay?" Zach kneeled down behind me and rubbed my back, soothing my queasiness ever so slightly.

Before I could even say anything, I felt my lips betray me, "Yeah, I think I just ate some bad food last night. Don't worry, I'll be ok." My body moved on its own as I turned and gave Zach a reassuring hug.

While an outside observer would only see a man and a woman hugging, he wouldn't see the sheer terror in my eyes as I realized that Magnus' words were true, I don't know how I was gonna get around this, but my hope was starting to fade as I felt Magnus' icy cold grip over my throat, right where he bit me.

Zach:

Something seemed off with Claire. I couldn't tell if it was the worry over my ability to complete these trials, or if something deeper was troubling her.

I filed this away in my mind, knowing I would need to handle this latter. I was thinking about tackling Amanda's trial, knowing that I would need to talk with her regarding her difficult home life. If Claire was right about Amanda using the red gem to deflect her thoughts away from her own issues then I knew I would need to start there.

It was a little later in the morning now. Carmen and Nora headed to work. I realized that now that Mom wasn't working, that meant only Carmen, Nora, and myself had income, excluding Lara; if she still has money from her family that is.

Heading downstairs I was met by the wonderful smell of French toast. Claire was sitting on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through her phone. Amanda was cooking the breakfast that I was smelling. Lara, Stephanie, and Julia all sat at the kitchen table conversing with one another.

Amanda was wearing a nice mint green sun dress with a very deep neckline that allowed her cleavage to be appreciated by those around her. Her black hair streaked with blue had a cute heart shaped hairclip holding her bangs out of her eyes.

As I walked up to her, she finally noticed me, her leafy green eyes pulled me in, losing myself in the forest that was her gaze. She gave me a sweet smile, the kind a loving wife would give her husband after he came home from work. I was a bit disappointed to see the apron she was wearing was covering her cleavage a bit.

Noticing my displeasure with the apron, Amanda unfastened it and took it off, knowing what I wanted to see.

"Enjoying the view, Zach?" Amanda smiled at me, almost in a wryly playful way, but something told me that she was legitimately asking me if her appearance was pleasing to me.

"I could never get tired of seeing this." I gestured to her whole body. "The food smells good, can't wait to try it!" I leaned up close to her and whispered into her ear, "Once we're done with breakfast we need to have a

private

conversation."

Amanda blushed as she tried not to let me distract her from the breakfast she was making. Studying her reaction, I could see her pressing her thighs together, fidgeting back and forth as she tried to stifle the arousal that I had awoke in her.

"Yes dear." She muttered, her voice strained with need as she looked me up and down.

I gave her ass a good smack as I walked away from her. The cute squeak she let out was followed by a stifled moan as she attempted to control her needy pussy.

Sitting down at the head of the kitchen table I looked at the three girls who's trials I had completed. Stephanie had warmed up to me much more than before, but she was definitely more quiet when she wasn't under the effects of the orange gem. Lara eye fucked me any chance she could, after the night we had she seemed to grow much more attached to me. Finally, my mother, Julia. She was sitting to my right as she leisurely sipped her morning coffee. She took a deep breath with her eyes closed and let out a contented sigh.

"It's weird that I feel so peaceful even though we aren't out of danger yet." Julia said to no one in particular. Stephanie nodded her head and Lara responded.

"I know right, feels like a weight has been lifted off of my chest, like I can breath for the first time in... I don't know how long." Lara looked to me, "So, do you know who you're doing next, and I mean that in a non-sexual way." She chuckled as I gave her a feigned look of indignation at her accusing me of only thinking about sex... which she was only partially correct about.

Without saying anything I nodded my head in the direction of Amanda who was still distractedly making breakfast. I put my finger to my lips to let them know that I didn't want to talk about this at the moment. All three of them nodded, knowing that I had a good reason for keeping things subdued for now.

The breakfast was delicious. It seemed that pretty much anyone affected by the red gem became an amazing cook. Amanda had told us that before the gem, she was so bad at cooking she could burn water.

Cleaning up the dishes I finally pulled Amanda aside and lead her up into my original room - before I moved in to the master bedroom. Closing the door, I told her to have a seat on the bed. She sat with her hands in her lap as she fidgeted with her fingers, showing how nervous she was.

"So...," I thought about what I needed to say, "I have decided to do your trial next, and that means I'm going to need to talk to you about your past; family life and school." I paused, watching her anxiety rise even further as I forced her to confront the thoughts she was trying to hide from.

"I-I d-don't know if I can." Her voice came out as a strained whisper, showing the pain, she felt when she thought about her family.

"Amanda, I'm afraid that I need to know as much as possible. I'm sorry about this, but I need to prod for any information that will help me to figure out what your trial is, and how we can solve it."

"It's just...," Amanda trembled, causing me to sit next to her and hold her to me, "I think I know already what it is." Amanda sniffled.

"It has something to do with your parents?" I asked her.

Nodding ever so slightly, she went on, "M-my mom is a terrible person. She has hated me since the day I was born. B-because she blamed me..." Amanda trailed off as I felt her trembling only get worse. She fully embraced me, pressing her face into my chest. After a minute or two of silence she finally continued. "She... she blames me for the death of her sister - my actual mom."

I was stunned at the revelation that her parents were not really her parents. "So, they are your aunt and uncle?" I asked her.

"My dad is my actual biological dad, he remarried my aunt when my real mom died... while she was in labor, with me." Amanda's voice warbled as she tried to hold back from sobbing.

Putting the pieces together in my head it seemed that both her Mom (aunt), and her Dad both took out their anger on Amanda, just because her biological mother died in childbirth.

"So, well... this is gonna sound kind of bad, but, why didn't they put you up for adoption if they felt like this towards you? Allow you to be raised by a family who wouldn't unjustly resent you for something you had absolutely no control over." I then thought about Nora telling me about Carmen growing up in the foster care system, making me immediately cringe at my suggestion. "I-I know that foster care wouldn't have been a great outcome, but surely they had a reason."

Amanda sat back up as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "They kept me because of my grandmother. She told my aunt that if she gave me up she would cut her out of her will. My grandmother was a very wealthy person, but unfortunately I don't have many memories of her since she died when I was four.

"My aunt received a lot of money from my grandmother, but she couldn't access it all at once. It was placed in a trust fund for me, with a guaranteed amount that my aunt could take out every year, provided that she 'took care of me'. I cannot access my trust fund myself until I'm 21. If I move out any time before then, then my aunt will no longer have access to my trust fund."

I could see the pain in Amanda's eyes quickly shit towards anger. A white knuckled anger towards her aunt and her father. "I just..., I just want them to leave me alone, but until all of this magic stuff happened the only escape I had was going over to Lara's place, and as you can understand, her parents didn't particularly like us.

"I've been getting calls and texts from my aunt, demanding I come home. Normally I would just ignore them, but my aunt has threatened me with things that I don't even think I could say out loud. Let's just say that she didn't marry my father for love. She uses my blood relation to use him as a hostage of some sort. Keeping him drunk and pliable, gaslighting him into thinking I was the cause of all of his problems." Amanda's trembling transformed into white knuckled shaking, as she attempted to curb her anger.

"Well, I think we both know what your trial is going to be." I say to Amanda as she looks up into my eyes, her deep green eyes now surrounded by red from the tears that she shed. We share a knowing look as her face pales at the thought of having to confront her parents in person.

"Well," Amanda breathed in deeply, attempting to steel her nerves, "I guess we should lay out what we need to do." While still looking scared, I could see the spark of determination in her eyes.

"Alright, so tell me about your household..." We continued discussing the minutia of how we planned on tackling this trial, conversing for a few more hours until we decided to get ready to head over to her home.

~*~

Stepping out of the car I was immediately assaulted by the smell of cat pee and cigarette butts. Amanda and I stood before her home, which was in a trailer park, on the side of town that most would call "trashy".

"I thought you said your aunt gets a decent amount of money from your trust every year. So, why the trailer park?" I asked as I looked over at Amanda. She looked at me as if she was snapped out of a trance. I noticed a pallor quality to her face as she fidgeted in place, clearly showing signs of near panic.

"W-well, umm... s-she..." I had to stop Amanda to remind her to take deep breaths. After a few moments she calmed enough to speak. "She has an addiction to gambling" Amanda shivered, seemingly recalling a bad memory.

"Well, you don't need to say anymore, that pretty much explains it." I grimace, looking back at the dirty white exterior of the mobile home. The faint sound of music vibrated off of its walls, letting a whisper of what sounded like country music.

"Let's go." I say as I grab Amanda's hand. The longer we waited out here the more time Amanda would have to build up her anxiety.

Approaching the front door, I raised my fist and gave the door a few firm knocks.

Only a few seconds later the music stopped, and a shrill voice echoed throughout the home.

"Jim! Someone is at the door! Get off your lazy ass and go check it," heavy foot falls could be heard nearing the front door, "I swear if it's those damn little girls trying to sell me their communist cookies then I'm gonna kick them of the porch myself." The female voice finally stopped and not a second latter the front door swung open.

A very large man glared at me, his eyes glassy and bloodshot. My above average height was easily surpassed by this man, likely he weighed two or three of me at least. The man was balding, only having a ring of wispy brown hair around the sides and back. He wore sweatpants and a dirty, stained wifebeater. This man - who I could only assume was Amanda's dad - looked to be the most stereotypical white trash trailer park guy I had ever witnessed.

"Wha' d'you wan?" The large man's deep voice came out slurred and if that wasn't a strong enough indicator, his breath smelled like beer and liquor; I had to try my hardest not to gag in front of this man. Finally, the man's eyes lazily wandered over to Amanda. "Oh, look who dezided to finally come home!" he sneered at Amanda, following it up by leering at her large breasts contained within her sundress.

"Who is it Jim?!" The woman's voice rang out much clearer now with the door open. Footsteps could be heard coming towards the front door, until Amanda's aunt appeared from behind her husband. To say I was thrown off by her appearance would be an understatement. While Amanda's dad was the stereotype for drunk white trash dad, her mom/aunt was the exact opposite.