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Trials

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Entry 5/Trial 3/Triplet Play

Dear Gretel,

As a little bit of background to Concilium, I always love to return to the televised version of it, where you have a veritably wooden actress look “intensely” at their intended victim, and suddenly the victim is an aware marionette, with all of the body complying except for the head. Amusing for entertainment purposes, and probably cuts down on screen/script time. The reality though is actually less simple and way sexier; real Concilium is in fact the application of sheer willpower upon another, but it actually takes notable effort like actually forcing your essence into a mostly-filled space.

For the average user, your face will scrunch up, your eyes will narrow or widen, a lot of your muscles will tense up, and your brain will feel some pressure from the ethereal exertion. Some even say those psychically-inclined make for the best Concilium-focused witches, which would make sense in my case as it’s never been hard for me to read most people’s thoughts on a basic level, before and after I alter them. But in the end, it’s all for the privilege of pushing an invisible force out of you that moves like a faster molasses. And when that sticky, sweeter-than-honey invisible substance is poured into unfilled brain crevices, coated and saturated with mental magic (you know you’re a fetishist when the handwriting looks off because you feel the need to write one-handed all of a sudden), it’s awful hard to imagine a pair of dry panties.

Even with a specialist like myself, it isn’t and won’t look effortless. But once you’re inside another’s mind, you can feel the almost systematic chasing down of readable thoughts, access points, vulnerabilities, hacking a brain piece by piece, actually taking the mind because of course the body will follow. The victim can feel the insertion of Concilium, but most times doesn’t know how to stop or ward it off, and can only follow itself down the river, being drowned, brainwashed into something blanker, a usually temporary canvas suited to a witch’s design. In that way, it’s a lot closer to normal hypnosis, and realistically more effective; timing and effort aside, taking a mind before the body means victim can’t announce what’s happening to them and potentially call out for help, much sexier to hit that sweet spot in their heads that make doing your bidding something they can practically get off to.

Success with Concilium often depends on the target; most make for easy targets that can go pretty quickly, some end up being unexpectedly resistant and require more work than others, and it’s pretty sexy to watch a mind strain itself hard, only to fail into your power. Against witches that know Concilium, it can be a dangerous task since they should know how to guard it, and can quickly turn the tables applying their own in you; you better pray yours is the stronger mind at that point, but I’ll get to applying it to a witch later.

Though it might be the easiest trial so far, this one has unique requirements: testing hypnosis, Concilium, and G-magic Concilium on the same kind of person. It would be just as easy to expose one person to all three, but overlapping effects could prevent more efficient results. And usually testing three different people means accounting for three different types of minds.

My solution to this dilemma? Finding as-identical-as-possible people for this trial.

Unfortunately, current sciences nor spells available to me rule out cloning, but slave jeremy had the brilliant idea of twins or triplets. And even better, his societal job of advertising executive meant he could access exactly the kind of people needed for my needs. Putting it out there that he was looking for identical triplets for a commercial, it wasn’t long before an agent representing triplets got back to him, and meeting was setup.

Jenny, Jess, and Joanie were a collection of 5′8, blonde “high-school cheerleader pretty” college grads. I was introduced to them as the casting director, and it wasn’t long before spells were cast, directed at each.

Interviewing them one at a time, I saw Joanie first. She was the youngest by five minutes, and I spoke to her about the role, and how we were looking for an actress that could effortlessly relax into it. Her questions about the kind of role this was and what she’d specifically be doing went unanswered as I told her to relax and pointed out how anything could help her to relax, even the strange Hanzi (Chinese character) on my left hand. I softly gripped her wrist, bringing mine up to her eye-level, gently moving it in a back-and-forth motion, telling her it would be fairly easy to make the shape of 催眠 or “cui mian” in her head if she followed the lines. Most Westerners can’t or won’t form a Hanzi in their heads, but it was adorable to watch her try. Gently moving the back of my hand past my face, I let her unconsciously follow the lines, shaping her thoughts before I yanked her arm gently and caught her face in my hands, deepening the trance without issue. Joanie was far from a strong-willed individual, and her level of trance under normal hypnosis was easily a 7 out of 10 without deepening.

I moved on to Jess, the middle child, using Concilium on her the moment she sat down. I caught her mid-sentence, making her feel stuck to the seat. There was almost no struggling, and more vacant spaces than most to fill as I pressed my way inside. Reading her thoughts, I could tell how vapid they all were, how bland, short, and ugly they thought I was; Jess’s legs pressed together as she saw me intensely focusing on her, all of a sudden hot for short, Asian, and witchy. Compared to Joanie’s trance which I clocked at around ten minutes, including an induction, deepening, and establishing triggers. When the Concilium was done working its magic, Jess took less than three minutes to get to an expected 9 out of 10.

With the aptly-designated controlled variables of hypnosis and Concilium out of the way of, I could move on to the main feature, the independent variable of G-magic boosted Concilium. As I stepped out to greet the triplets and jeremy together, it struck me again the risk I was taking experimenting like this, how easily things could go sideways with things I hadn’t anticipated. Rushing so I couldn’t chicken out, I triggered both Joanie and Jess, shocking the oldest Jenny as they transformed into lusty sycophants ready to physically serve up their sister to me.

Jenny struggled hard against them, trying to scream against the placed over her mouth before they forced her to the ground. jeremy immediately went to work on me, speaking “cuntish” to me with vigor. I saw Jenny trying to wriggle her way out of her siblings’ grip before jeremy gave his signature then sucked on my engorged clit. Such a move took me over the precipice and I flew, or floated somewhere as my headspace changed. I tried pressing myself deeper into this state, but it felt easier to let myself go to it, feeling time or just my perception of it slow.

I stretched out my arms and felt energy start to gather around my hands. Most magic is invisible on the normal spectrum of human sight apparently, even something stronger like G-magic. Technically the G-magic Concilium was too, but to my eyes attached to an affected brain, like a shimmer of heat along a hot highway, the shape of the energy was invisibly-defined, concentrated enough that the shiny bounds of it could be seen making globular circles. Forward-thinking got me to have a camera in-place to look legit and document everything that time. I wasn’t surprised the footage didn’t show any signs of the magic being visible, while it remained too pronounced and tangible for me not to notice, flowing in a triangular pattern between my hands and head.

The tri-energy all gathered into a concentrated ball, carrying everything that I was thinking, focusing on what I wanted to bid of Jenny. I focused on her form running in slow motion, watching as she’d escaped being held down, pushed her sisters away and ran to escape. She was nearly out the door when the energy shot out like a laser, bouncing in multiple directions around Jenny until I saw and felt it pierce her forehead facing away from me. She’d instantly stopped in her tracks, and I could feel all my will, words and suggestions etched into the light, shooting a sensation into her brain that carried down her spine into every limb and nerve ending. All her cares went away as the sensation severed her from her own will, and all that was left was a pre-programmed automaton.

According to the footage, the headspace lasted two minutes, and by the time I was back to awareness again, I found the triplets kneeling before me, softly singing a proper hymn

“Love Cherish, and Obey” over and over.

I took them all through a few exercises dealing with humiliation via sex toys, pain threshold, and a few other things heinous things. I asked each of them if they were into such things; they of course said no. When I commanded them to do those things they more or less did, but the small details stuck out to me.

Joanie getting the normal dose resisted the most, physically fighting the suggestion to insert a peg (I’m not a big pegging fan, but vanilla people HATE them, making them perfect testing tools), visibly cringing at the slapping, pinching, and arm-twisting, and outright refused to make out with her sisters.

Jess with normal Concilium took everything I commanded. I noticed small hints that she was still in there, a twitch of a finger of the hand inserting the humiliating peg, a contracting muscle under pain, and she kissed Joanie like a mannequin would.

The baited breath I had with Jenny caught in my throat when it was her turn. Before I even began to speak to her, she’d already had the peg in her ass, a weird smile on her face. I looked at the others, then back at her, processing the difference. I didn’t upload my commands into her like with regular Concilium; G-magic made the connection streaming, where it took no concentration. Just thinking something involving her like normal, and my bidding was done. I couldn’t even sense the connection established between us; she was just always a proper step behind me like someone else’s limbs waiting on commands from my brains.

Closing my mouth, I thought something and she stepped forward exactly where I wanted her, sounding like an enthusiastic pornstar that relished pain, moaning at twisted titties, paddling, and face-slaps. It was weirder but exhilarating to see a drop of blood roll down her smiling face from a stinging slap. I gasped at the through of how easy and willingly she’d tongue-kiss her sisters, and my thinking came true as she stepped towards her sisters a second later. She worked on Joanie the most, trying to make her like what was happening to her. There was a lot of persuasive whispering going on, but nothing made more of an impression than chanting “love Cherish, and obey,” triggering Joanie to get with the program. Watching Jess, it seemed like the mere sound of the chant got her enthusiastic consent to join in too, the middle child bending instantly to tactile teasing in a frenzied way I thought she could.

Granted, I’m not into incest and familial love like this was supposed to be the real acid test, but how was I supposed to stop them when they looked so happy? The answer was I didn’t; I joined in, and Jenny and me thinking on the same wavelength for a time got the trio to do whatever I wanted, taking everything in the unplanned orgy.

Needless to say, I’m calling this one a success. Granted, jeremy had to get me to a couch right after the orgy for a short nap. And I was really fortunate that I’d blown the triplet’s minds hard enough where I woke up before they did, able to weakly program their minds to only remember a vigorous casting call that was worth the sustained bruises. After that trial, the giddiness of a young girl who literally thinks the world could be at her fingertips came over me, and tried a good, hearty cackle; still sucks, but I’ve got time to work on it.