This is the fifth chapter in my long series. The previous four chapters are published in the Mind Control category on this site and you really have to read them first or this story makes little to no sense. I've tried to recap the main points of the previous chapters in the beginning of this one, because of the category change, but there's just too much exposition and characterization already written. Please click on my username, or the "Also in this series" links at the end of this chapter, and read the first four chapters.
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If someone had told Jamie Jacobs, just six short months ago, that he would one day be bored with having four hot, big breasted chicks that wanted to be fucked by him day and night, he would have called the men in the white lab coats to come quick and bring their butterfly nets, their escapee was right there. Recent experiences showed him they would have been telling the truth.
Six months ago, he was a simple nerd, finishing high school and dividing his time between studying, working part time at an electronics store and playing computer games. Then everything changed one day, when he accidentally caught his neighbor, and long time inspiration for masturbation, Helena Worth, draining him of his life force to make her breasts grow and wiping his mind of it afterwards. He pitted his friend Cyrus' electronics savvy against the witch just in time to find out that three more witches were going to do the same to him.
In the grips of rage, he turned their own magic and rituals against the three girls and they wound up being his obedient, big breasted slaves. Sandra Grant, a short haired brunette with bright, blue eyes and an enchanting, dimpled smile, unintentionally gave up her freedom and half her sorcerous power to Jamie in exchange for bigger breasts. Her friend, Rose Romano, an auburn haired, petite beauty did the exact same thing. Sonya Mitchell, the tall brunette, had been humiliating Jamie for all his life, so he took for himself all of the power she was born with, and made her unable to think of anything but sex and obeying his orders, ever again. After he had done all that, he began to realize what a shitty thing it was to do. Talk about your overkill.
His regrets didn't stop him from going after Helena Worth, the girl that had targeted him for the simple reason of proximity, and having Rose drain her of her power. He then transformed her personality into that of a lover that would be perfect for him, using the same ritual she used on her boyfriend, just minutes earlier.
The whole "magic is real" thing baffled him for a good, long while, until he decided to discard all the stuff written in ancient grimmoires, that the girls were toting around, and envisioned himself as a Jedi knight. He began to feel and use his newly acquired power as if it was the Force, and he was delighted when he started to get a handle on things.
The true extent of his idiocy only came to him when Helena announced her mother was coming home, that she was also a witch, and that her whole, numerous family was made up of witches that worked for Section, the government agency that enforced law and order in the supernatural community. He led his four slave girls on the run and they used their magic to win a lot of money at a Las Vegas casino.
Las Vegas had thrown him for another loop, as nearly all the casinos there had tables that were enchanted to prevent magic being used to rig the game. The ones that didn't, had witches and warlocks on staff to check big winners for magical tampering. They got away with millions of dollars, but also by the skin of their teeth, and had Cyrus' mob buddies conceal all that money from the authorities, for a price, and give it back to them, along with new identities they could live under.
They had just retired to an isolated beach house to spend the summer on, when the other shoe dropped. Helena's mother didn't just shrug and say, "Oh, well," when her only child vanished with but a note to say she'd gone. She tore Jamie's family apart, having his mom arrested under bullshit charges and sending his baby sister into the foster care system. Jamie used the fact that his power was as strong as the powers of Sandra and Rose put together, so they enchanted some jewelry and strips of leather with wards that prevented their detection. They did the same and much more to a Subaru supercar and a BMW X5. The cars were rendered immune to theft and damage by their magic wards.
He had since learned that their wards were unique because they were cast with the same amount of male and female power at the exact same time in the exact same manner. These things made them perpetual, unlike the wards that were cast by all the other mages on record, that had to be replenished after a while. A lot of Section's time and effort was spent maintaining a whole host of wards across the country and its embassies abroad. He also learned how to store the magic he and the girls had into his rings, in the form of Jamie-shaped spirits of sorcery. These spirit powers had stomped the Section top enforcers into the ground and allowed him to dictate his terms to The Suit.
The mere memory of his talk with The Suit left him shuddering every time. The Suit was a person that headed up Section and everyone forgot the details relevant to that person's identity as soon as they learned them. That meant that Jamie found himself staring right at The Suit and couldn't tell if the person was a man or a woman, young or old, pretty or ugly, nothing at all. All he could remember seeing was a suit of clothes and hearing the words it said. He couldn't even remember if The Suit had pants or a skirt under the jacket. Or the exact cut of the jacket.
Despite the horrible hiccups those enchantments caused, he had managed to threaten The Suit into submission and attained freedom for himself. He had basically gotten off scot-free, despite rendering four young women into his slaves, which was a big no-no in Section's eyes. Thankfully, they thought them his willing girlfriends and accomplices. If they ever found out the truth about his relationship with the girls, they'd kill him or die trying.
They returned to the beach house and stayed there until Jamie had stored all ten power spirits into his two rings. The days were spent fucking like jackrabbits and the night storing up sorcery.
People would roll their eyes at Jamie if he ever complained about having four super hot sex slaves at his beck and call 24/7, but there was one problem with all that sex. There was absolutely no challenge to it. He and his girls explored their sexuality with a voracious appetite, using means both mundane and magical, but Jamie started to mind the fact that a deep throat blowjob was available at any second. All he had to do was glance at one of his girls and they'd be all over him. There was no effort required.
All his young life, Jamie was presented with challenges to overcome. As a child, there were many sicknesses to overcome and then there was a whole hell of a lot of schoolwork to do in order to get a chance at college. This was followed by finding a part time job that he could do and that would give him the tiniest bit of financial independence, at last. Then there was mastering magic and wrangling his slaves, and freeing his family, and defeating the federal government's magical arm, and so on, but now, he had nothing to concentrate on.
He had a little over five and a half million dollars in a bank account under a phony name, so he was fairly certain he'd never worry about money again. He was enrolled at a prestigious University, and all his girls were going to come and study at the same place, all under their real names. Section was nowhere to be found and his family was happy and safe. He would have to move to the big city and make off campus arrangements for himself and his slaves, but spelling the resident advisors of their dorm rooms and their roommates to keep things on the down low would be a walk in the park. Jamie himself did his version of the Jedi mind trick, with but a thought. He had a whole summer month of boredom to look forward to. Nothing but mindless, wall to wall sex.
He nearly lost it. He tried to find something, anything, to do, but came up with nothing. In his idleness, he bought three swords, one for each of the casters among them, and attempted to turn them into lightsabers. He had no luck with it.
He decided to go back to their home town, to ward all five of their families with basic protections and heavy duty wards that would warn him of harm being done to them. He spent the requisite amount of time with his family to keep them happy and the girls did the same with their families, but even back home, he found himself bored. He never used to have many friends. He spent his time studying and working and playing games online. All of his friends were either from school, the store or the server. School friends went away for the summer, store friends were also on vacations, and the guys on the server were scattered around all over the place, both physically and mentally. Hanging with the people his girls used to hang with was akin to torture for him.
So it came to pass that he found himself perusing the sparse files he had managed to glean from Section's network during Cyrus' brief hack of their system. They had shut their hole right quick, but Jamie was still left with lots of unclassified stuff to look through. His initial searches found nothing of import, but now he decided to give the files a good once-over.
A case file was flagged highest priority and marked as an open investigation, so Jamie opened it first, just to see what Section priorities were. There were dozens of memos attached to the file, all exhorting Section personnel to freely speak up about this case and put forth any theory they might come up with. Some were even bearing the seal of The Suit. Jamie chuckled as he read between the lines at the evident desperation.
It was a matter of disappearances of beautiful, young women. They were from different states and no mundane law enforcement agency made the connection. Jamie suspected the F.B.I.'s ViCAP be rigged to prevent that from happening. All the women disappeared from their lives, leaving behind a terrible, bloody mess at their residences, and then began appearing in random places around the country, mainly engaging in petty crimes. What made the case highest priority was the fact that half the women were minor celebrities, like actresses and singer-songwriters. Section was scared shitless that an A-list celebrity might be next and the media would be beyond their control at that point.
