Emmy Tarson and The Magical Ward

Emmy was tasting her steak while her phone floated in front of her. She had a satisfied smile on her face.

A sweet taste of victory makes everything feel tastier. The blonde girl thought as she chewed a little piece of her expensive Wagyu steak.

Displayed on her phone screen was news about her male co-star in her recent movie project, who was once a well-known misogynist, admitting his wrong view and now becoming a feminist ally. In the article, he attributed the change to the discussion he had with the amazing Emily Tarson. The article praised her, Emmy Tarson for her contribution to the feminist movement.

The public knew her as Emmy Tarson, the A-class Hollywood actress. She was a well-known feminist figure with resounding fame. But she was more than just an ordinary actress. She was a witch. A white witch. A witch who used magic for goodness.

She wasn’t always a witch. She was once a powerless woman. It took her many years to learn magic. Her interest in magic and occultism started when she played Hermosa Ginger in the multi-series fantasy movie, Barry Hopther the Wizard. The series lasted for more than a decade, and she played Hermosa Ginger since she was a ten-year-old girl until she was a 23-years-old lady. That was also how long, Emmy had been learning about magic. Her role provided her with the perfect cover for learning magic and witchcraft. If someone suspected her, she could brush it off by saying that she was practicing her role using method acting. In this world, those who knew that she had practiced witchcraft and magic could be counted by her fingers, for example, her few co-stars in Barry Hopther who were also practicing magic secretly themselves for their own gain. They had a pact to not cross each other or reveal each other's magical abilities to the public.

After so many years of honing her magical skill, Emmy had mastered a few spells that she used to make her life better. First was the invisible hand spell that can make objects float around her as if there were invisible hands in the air holding the object. It was the first spell she mastered, because it was similar to the levitating spell Hermosa Ginger used in her first appearance in the movie. The second spell she mastered was illusion magic to change her appearance, she could use it partially to change her hair color or clothes or completely disguise herself as another woman. The spell was pretty useful to avoid paparazzi when she did her ‘vigilante’ activities. As long as her face wasn’t touched by other people, her illusion magic would not be dispelled.

Her next spell was her trump card, which she used for her ‘vigilante’ activities. She wasn’t a vigilante who hunted criminals; what she hunted were misogynists and perverts. It was a spell to make people susceptible to her suggestion. Using it, she turned many misogynists and perverts into supportive feminist allies who were dangerous to any woman. She turned them into docile and accommodating men. She had used it to turn her recent misogynist co-star into someone who would put the feminist agenda as his priority; why else would a narcissistic person like him suddenly admit that his view was wrong and then declare that he was now a feminist ally?

It was a good day for Emily, but it could still be better. She canceled the air hand spell as she put her phone back in her pocket. Next, she applied her illusion magic and disguised herself to a plain Jane girl who hardly attracted any attention.

She prowled the street in search of any dastardly men who didn’t have any respect for women. Someone might wonder why she targeted a common man on the street rather than a more high-profile politician who potentially could make a bigger impact for the movement? It was because she was a terribly busy person. She still needed to make money by being an actress. She had the power to make someone do her bindings, but as she considered herself a white witch, she would not **** her power to gain riches unjustly. Thus, she only targeted someone that she could reach at the moment. It’s not like she never try to control those high-profile politicians, but all the hassle she needed to go through made it not worth it. It was better for her to use all the energy to control more fellow celebrities. She believed that number would make up for the difference in influence level, those she turned into feminist allies weren’t some good for nothing shut-in anyway. They have their own social connection, and through their connection the idea

It didn’t take too long before Emmy found her target. A man was about to fuck an **** woman in a quiet, deadend alleyway where no other people aside from them passed there. It was a job for a hero like her to punish such a person.

“Hey, you should stop, it’s against the law to **** a woman when they are ****." Emmy made her presence known to the man.

The man looked at her, and Emmy also got a clearer look at the man’s appearance.

The man was in a suit but had an unkempt appearance. He had a crazed look in his eyes.

“You shouldn’t meddle with my business, young lady; this bitch ruined my life, so it is fair that I ruined her life in return. If you insist on meddling in, I’m happy to ruin your life too,” the man said.

“Ruin my life? I was about to give you a chance to explain your trouble, but it seems you need more punishment than pity.” Emmy was angry after hearing what the man said.

She took out her wand and waved it in the man’s direction. “Spiritum Mesmeria!” Emmy recited her mind control spell mantra.

The man felt a painful stung toward his brain, but a moment later, he felt something warm on his chest, and the pain was gone as if it had never been there. The weird feelings calmed the man down from his rage, he was more curious about what just hit him.

The man looked at the intruding girl, whom he thought was the cause of his sudden headache. The man quickly noticed that something was wrong with the girl.

The girl was slack-jawed, her eyes were dull.

“Hey, bitch, tell me, what just happened? What are you about to do to me? Don’t try to trick me with lies, say the truth, or you will regret it,” the man barked at Emmy.

“I was trying to use a magic spell to control your mind, but I don’t expect that you have a rare magic ward, and my spell backfired at myself. I’m now in a susceptible state until the magic worn-off.” The girl answered in a robotic, monotone way.

Magic? Mind control? Magic ward? The man couldn’t believe what he had heard. He instinctively touched his medallion necklace. It was a medallion that his long deceased father gave him, a family heirloom. His father told him that it was his lucky charm. Before today, the man didn’t believe what his father said. He only wore the necklace because he didn’t want to lose his family heirloom.

Neville Riddle, the man, was once a good family man with a loving family. Until his life was screwed by his rival, Kate Maineton, the **** woman he was about to ruin, like how she ruined his life with false accusations and traps. Because of Kate, he lost his job, his wife left him, and his reputation was ruined. The experience made him hate not only Kate, but any woman in general.

Does my necklace have abilities to ward off magic? Father, grandpa, and ancestor, I’m sorry that I had ever doubted you. Thought Neville while his hand held the medallion in his neck tightly.

“Are you really under magic influence? And not an actress paid by Kate there to trap me?” He asked Emmy. Despite almost believing what Emmy said about magic, Neville still had some suspicion.

A moment later, Neville just realized how stupid his question was, because if she were a paid actress, she wouldn’t admit it.

“Yes, I am an actress, but I’m not paid by whom you call Kate. I am Emmy Tarson, please touch my face to dispel my illusion,” Emmy confessed.

“Touch your face? Like this?” Neville put his palm on Emmy’s cheek.

Instantly, Emmy’s appearance began to distort. Her appearance changed back from plain jane into the gorgeous face of Emmy Tarson.

Fuck, it’s real!? She is Emmy-fucking-Tarson? He easily recognized the Hollywood star. He wasn’t a stranger to her role as Hermosa Ginger in the Barry Hopther series.

Faced with the sudden transformation, Neville finally believed that magic was real and what Emmy said was the truth.

_No, it wasn’t the time to be shocked. _Neville’s mind quickly thought of various ideas on what he could do to Emmy Tarson, but before that, he needed to know his limitations.

“Emmy, please tell me how long you will be in this state and what I shouldn’t do so you don’t come out of this state early?”

“My magic will be dispelled on its own after 30 minutes. As long as you don’t make me experience intense pain or pleasure, I will not be able to break from this state on my own before the spell duration expires," Emmy answered.

“30 minutes? It seems I have quite a lot of time. First, tell me, what are you going to do to me if you successfully control me?”

“I would make you a supporter of the feminist movement and a yesman servant for the woman you are about to ****,” Emmy replied.

“Fuck you. She had ruined my life, and you want me to be her obedient servant? If you want to be cruel to me, I will be cruel to you. So, Emmy, the effect of the suggestion I give you will last even after the spell duration ends, right?“

“Yes.”

“Good, so hear me out. I want you to forget about all this feminist bullshit you learned. You now believe that a woman's rightful place is to serve men as their master. You hate those independent women who thought they were better than men. Women exist solely for men’s pleasure. Women are inferior to men. A woman without a man as her master is no different than a dirty, wild beast. You feel lucky that you have me as your master, so you are no longer a dirty, wild beast but a domesticated, and civilized fuckpet of a man. You want me to guide you on how to live your life. You will let me do the thinking from now on. You will seek my approval if you want to use your magic on men. Do you understand?”

Emmy’s body was visibly shaken as her mind absorbed Neville’s input. She could feel the idea of feminism being ripped from her head and replaced with something dark, and repulsive. But she quickly found comfort on those nasty new things.

Neville wasn’t done yet with Emmy, “Next, after you wake up from this spell, you will apply another illusion spell to yourself first. Let’s make a few templates for your disguise. For the first template, I think it will be funny that, from now on, you will embrace your witch identity. Be a stereotypical, terrifying witch, like in a storybook. Make yourself have a hunched back, talon-like black nail, an unfriendly old face full of wrinkles, and gray, messy, curly hair. I want you to strike fear at people by just them looking at you. This will be the appearance you will adopt when I am not around and you are not in your workplace. When you are in this form, you will think that this is the real you—an ugly and repulsive woman, a dirty beast. You will have trouble controlling your anger in this form, and your anger target is other women. For your second form, I want you to look like Hermosa Ginger. I mean, Hermosa Ginger are identic with you, but that doesn’t mean you will be yourself. You will be my version of Hermosa Ginger. I want you to have the same hairstyle as the second year Hermosa Ginger, the one with the bang and curly locks. In this form, you will put on a little facade that you still support those woke feminist movements you once support. You will conjure some piercing to decorate your face. I want to see you have a nose ring, snakebite piercing, plus some barbel piercing around your eyebrows. You will also make your hair bright green. I think that will be enough to send a virtue signal that you are still a ‘part’ of the movement. When you are in this form, you will constantly say something ridiculous and controversial to make those feminists look ridiculous when given the chance. You will also praise and admire male celebrities who are known for looking down on women. Despite how your face looks, you will wear some dresses that a typical traditional wife will wear. When some women confront you for your controversy, you will blast her with your mind control magic, and enlighten her with how women are just fuckdolls for men to play with. In this form, you will always introduce yourself as Hermosa Ginger first before you remember your name as Emmy Tarson. Make people realize that you are Hermosa Ginger, a smart bitch but ultimately a sidekick for man. You will use this form when you are working.”

Neville didn’t intend to keep Emmy as his **** at home. He wasn’t resourceful enough for it. But he had something else planned for her that would give him the same satisfaction without the trouble.

“And for your last disguise, I don’t want you to use your illusion magic. I want you to get real breast implants. You are quite small-chested, so you will get those 2000cc silicon implants to give you some nice-looking huge tits. Get some butt lift too, so you have a bubbly buttock. You can hide your new assets using your illusion magic. You will use this form when we are meeting privately. You will style your hair in a pigtail and only wear a skimpy bikini. You will be my fucktoy without any bottomline during the time, until I send you home. Am I clear enough with my instruction?”

Emmy nodded her head. “Yes, Master. I will follow your instructions.”

It was better for him to make Emmy his call girl so he could call her when he wanted. Anyway, with her power under his control, he could make someone else his ****. Someone more fitting who he could handle without attracting any attention to him.

He was done with Emmy for the time being, but there was still another woman here he needed to take care of.

“Can you use your magic to control Kate here?” Neville asked Emmy.

“No, Master. In this state, I can’t pronounce the spell correctly to make it work.” Emmy was still answering in a monotone voice.

“Fuck, did I need to wait 30 minutes for the spell to expire?”

“You can make me feel intense pain or pleasure to break the spell prematurely, master.”

“Oh, right, there’s that option.”

Neville looked around and spotted a suitable place. “Undress and lay atop those closed dumpster, I will fuck you.”

“Yes, master.”

She quickly undressed and let her expensive blouse, pants, and underwear drop into the dirty ground. Emmy then lied atop the dumpster to which Neville referred. Even though the dumpster was fully closed, the nasty smell of the garbage was still leaking out. Yet Emmy didn’t change her stoic expression. If Emmy wasn’t under the hypnotic spell influence, she would never want to get close to the dumpster, even more lying atop it. But with her under the trance, she had no problem with the smell; her priority was doing what her master commanded her to do.

“I can’t believe that there will be a day where I will fuck Emmy Tarson.” Neville mumbled. He was about to insert his 8-inch cock inside Emmy’s hole.

When he jammed his cock inside her pussy, he could feel something warm hit his cock. Neville pulled his cock from her hole slowly, and he then saw some traces of red blood.

“Oh my god, Emmy Tarson is still a virgin? I’m not only fucking her, but I'm the one who popped her cherry! How many years of luck will this take from me?” Neville was speaking to himself.

Thankfully, popping her virginity didn’t break Emmy from her spell. Neville got excited and jammed his cock back into her pussy energetically. He moved his cock like a piston.

“Is this your first time fucking a man?”

“No, Master, I have fucked few of my costars, but I saved my pussy virginities for my special ones, so I only let them to use my asshole.” Emmy replied.

“So you’re anal only bitch? I don’t know that you are such a kinky slut. Wait…I just realize something, aren’t you a lesbian?”

“No, Master, I’m a bisexual. I only appear like I am lesbian for my feminist image, I’m still fucking some men secretly behind the spotlight. My recent one was Drago Felton.”

“Drago Felton, the one who play Drake Marsfoes, the enemy of Barry Hopter’s gang? I don’t expect that you, Hermosa Ginger, would fuck Drake Marsfoes, who looked down on Hermosa the most. Shit, I just never expect that you are quite wild. You have turned me on even more.”

Neville fucked her even harder, but Hermosa didn’t let any moan. She would just speak some words when Neville asked her a question, otherwise, she would be silent like a doll.

He was quite disappointed while playing with her B-cup breast, so Neville stopped fondling her breast, and just pinching her erect nipple hard. He planned to give her both pleasure and pain because he didn’t know which the most effective way to break her spell.

“I’m going to cum, when I’m cum, you will also have an intense orgasm.”

He thrust his hip forward to impale his cock deep into her cunt one last time. Neville could feel his cock throb and release his hot load in the pretty star’s cunt. At the same time, he yanked her nipples as strongly as he could.

Her stoic expression changed into one that seemed to hold up her pain or pleasure by gritting her teeth. Neville knew that he was successful in breaking Emmy’s spell.

He slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy and stepped back. He wondered how Emmy would act toward him when she was no longer under the spell’s control. Neville was still worried that his suggestion wouldn’t fully affect herself or not working at all. Her previous assurance that his suggestion would carry over when she woke up was based on her experience with her other victim and not herself after all.

Emmy gradually regained her awareness after the intense orgasm. She could remember firing her mind control spell toward the man, and the spell unexpectedly backfired at her because the man had a magic ward that could deflect spells. She didn’t know what suggestion the man made when she was under spell control, but she bet it wasn’t a good one. Instead of being angry at him, she could only feel grateful toward him. He saved her pig’s life and made her his civilized fuckpet. Emmy didn’t think that there was anything wrong in calling herself a pig and fuckpet. Women without a man as her mater was no different than a wild bitch, pig, vixen, cow. They were a beast. Men then domesticated women and made them part of the society. Submission to a man should be a feminist goal, because those feminists sought equality, but how could they can be equal to men if they were a uncivilized beast. Submitting to a man raise a woman status to civilized fuckpet. As a fuckpet, they weren’t equal to men yet, but at the very least, they were a part of civilized society now. They were a step closer to the equality the feminist always dreamed of.

“Master.” She didn’t know the man’s name, or the man’s personality, but she had decided that the man was her master.

Neville let out a relieved breath. It seems his suggestion worked, but he still needed to test her out.

“Yes, I’m your master. Will you obey my command from now on?” Neville asked Emmy.

“Yes, Master. I will obey any of your commands; I’m your fuckpet.”

But after she said that, Neville could see Emmy had a deep frown on her face. Neville was already worried that there was something wrong with Emmy, and that she would break from the suggestion effect.

“A-anything wrong? it’s okay if you have some bottomline and don’t want to do something you uncomfortable with. We can talk about it.” Said Neville in panic.

“Oh, you are so sweet, Master. The only thing I think is wrong is my appearance. As your fuckpet, I should look my best in your presence, but look at me, I only have such small tits and a flat buttock. I’m such a disgrace and failure as a fuckpet. Can you give me a minute so I can fix this mistake, Master?” Emmy looked at Neville with anxious puppy eyes that she had never given to anyone else.

“Ah…So, you are worried about that? It’s okay; take your time.”

After getting Neville’s approval, Emmy picked up the wand that she had dropped on the ground.

“Illustroum Coverus.”

Emmy applied an illusion spell to herself once again. Her tits ballooned into 2000cc fake tits, and her buttocks became round. Her face was magically caked with thick makeup. Her appearance changed into the huge-titted bimbo that Neville described to her when she was under the mind control spell influence.

“I hope you will tolerate this appearance. This time it is only an illusion, so you can’t play with my tits for real, but if you give me a chance, I will make this become real next time we meet.” She said with guilt.

“Don’t worry, I’m a tolerant master, you will still be my fuckpet as long as you are obedient to me.”

Why did she think that he would throw her away? She was his golden ticket to a good life. He would keep a magical **** like her even if she wasn’t Emmy Tarson.

“Thank you, Master. I’m your loyal, obedient fuckpet.”

“So, Emmy, can you use your mind control spell on the bitch here? The bitch here has made my life miserable, so I want to mess with her life.” The man asked while pointing at the still **** Kate.

“Okay, master, I can do it, but it’s better to wait for her to wake up first so she can be more responsive when she is under the spell's influence.”

“I’m fine with waiting for a few more minutes, the cheap **** I give here will not last long anyway, she can wake up any moment now.”

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Kate finally shrugged off the effect of the anesthesia Neville gave her and slowly opened her eyelids. She recalled how Neville, the loser she framed, had lost his mind and attacked her. She never thought that the quiet man would dare to resort to ****. Well, it was her mistake that she left him cornered. Never corner a rat, or it would fight back to its ****.

Her name was Kate Maineton. She looked like a good woman, but her appearance often tricked people to fall into her trap. She was a pretty brunette-haired lady. Not celebrity pretty but was quite pretty enough to make her able to seduce several men in her office. Her figure was voluptuous, compared to pre-transformed Emmy, Kate was sexier than her. She was blessed with a natural 36DD.

Kate knew well how to use her appearance. She was what people could call a femme fatale. She was a ruthless and terrible woman. She would sabotage, ****, backstab, frame, and cheat; if it could make her step on the ladder of success, she would do it. She didn’t care about other people's well-being. Neville was her latest victim, whom she used as a stepping stone so she could get the director position in their company. She had tricked him, and then falsely accused him of sexually harassing her. With some forged proof, and most of the HR were fellow women with whom she had good relations, she managed to not only kick Neville from the office but also ruin his life.

“Fuck,” Kate cursed as she regained her awareness.

“Good, you are awake, I have been waiting for you to be awake.” Neville greeted the newly woken Kate.

Kate’s first response after looking at the man who caused this was to look down on her body. After seeing that she was still fully clothed, she regained her confidence. She thought that Neville didn’t dare to mess with her. What a loser. But thankfully, because he was such a loser, I’m still safe.

“Fuck you, Neville. If I survive this, I will make you rot in jail until you are dead, so you better apologize to me, maybe I will change my thoughts and let you get away.” Kate threatened. She had confidence that Neville wouldn’t kill her. As long as she wasn’t killed, she would come out as the winner in this conflict.

“It’s you who should apologize to me, but instead, you even threaten me. You are really an insufferable bitch not worthy of any forgiveness. Emmy, do it!”

Neville stepped aside and revealed Emmy, who had waited behind Neville with her wand.

“You are going to ask a bimbo to punish me?” Kate chuckled.

“Yes, this fuckpet will put you in your rightful place at the master’s feet. Spiritum Mesmeria!”

Emmy blasted Kate with her mind control spell. Unlike when Emmy targeted Neville, the mind control spell smoothly put Kate in a trance state.

“Can you hear me, Kate?” Neville asked.

“Yes, I can hear you.”

“From now on, I’m your master. You will obey me. “

“Yes, master, I will obey you.”

“Good. Listen to me, this is what I want you to do…”

---

A week later.

Life was good for Neville Riddle. He regained whatever he could regain from what he lost before and gained more thanks to Emmy’s power. He no longer need to work anymore, Emmy solved all his financial problems pretty easily. If he was lacking money, Emmy would use her mind control spell on some filthy rich family and drain them of their money. He wasn’t as bad as Kate so he commanded that Emmy left them enough for daily necessities that could last them till the next time they could get their income.

Talking about Emmy, he let out a chuckle when reading about her on the web. She was now notorious for her controversial hot takes on the feminist movement. Her latest controversial take was telling women to have huge tits implants to make them more feminine. She said those before she got her 2000cc fake tits.

When Emmy showed up with her new obscenely huge assets, it almost broke the internet. Many news sites talk about her new tits. Some of her old feminist colleagues had confronted Emmy for her controversial views and appearance, just for Emmy to use the mind control spell on them. It was funny to see some of those known feminists suddenly embracing whorish fashion and having new porn star body figures, following Emmy’s example.

Ding dong.

Neville heard someone ring his house doorbell.

“You should see our guests and bring them here.” Neville commanded.

“Yesh. Ma...sha…” A muffled voice was coming below his desk.

Below his desk, there was a pretty platinum blonde haired lady sucking his cock. The woman stopped sucking his cock and stood up. The blonde bimbo was only wearing a mini white apron without anything else underneath it. On her neck was a dog collar with the word ‘Princess’ emblazoned on it in pink letters. Princess was once his wife, Felicia. Neville loved her so much, but she chose to stand with Kate and divorced him; Felicia left him with almost nothing in the court battle.

After dealing with Kate, his ex-wife was the next one Neville put under his control with Emmy’s spell. Of course, Neville didn’t make her his wife again, her betrayal hurt him greatly. Now, she was Princess, his sexy, devoted, live-in bimbo maid. Princess was a total upgrade from Felicia. Neville didn’t have any regrets about turning his ex-wife into a bimbo slut. Princess was always ready for him if he wanted to fuck her, and would give him a passionate blowjob during mealtime, while Felicia hated to suck his cock.

A few minutes later, Princess returned with a punk-looking whore. The punk whore had her hair styled in spiky mohawk hair and dyed hydrant red. Her face was full of piercings On her nose only, she already had Austin bar piercing, Rhino piercing, Nasallang piercing, and nose ring. There were several spike studs lined across her eyebrows, and sharkbites piercing around her lips. Her face was caked with dominantly black and purple makeup. Overall, her face sent a message that she was thorough and through punk bitch.

She was wearing a short black leather jacket, and studded bikini tops. Her bottom wear was a red miniskirt with torn fishnet stocking.

The punk girl came to the room with several bruises on her face and body..

“It seems you had a rough night, Kate? Have you gotten used to the street life?” Neville asked the punk woman.

The punk woman was none other than Kate Maineton, the one who was once his rival. Neville had asked her to ‘quit’ her office job, of course not before she burned all the bridges to come back. He had commanded her to fuck as many men as possible in the office and share her cock-riding marathon video on the internet. He also made her admit what horrible bitch she was and confess that she had framed Neville. Kate was quickly fired after that because she ruined the corporate’s reputation. Being fired from the office was just beginning. He made her adopt a punk look. Neville thought that Kate's previous resourcefulness and ambition would be a waste to not use, so he gave her a goal to be the biggest whore in the city. Just this week alone, Kate had been involved in no less than 5 fights because she snatched away other whores’ john. She had developed a reputation of ‘crazy punk whore’ in a week.

“Yes, Master. I have another fight with another whore, but it’s not a big deal, I have apologized to her by eating her pussy. I think I already have a hang on how to be a good whore. Thank you for introducing me to this job. Being a whore is so much better than my previous office job. Being this city’s biggest whore is only a matter of time for me.”

Neville let out a loud, satisfied laugh. How the mighty Kate Maineton had fallen. No, it was not only Kate who fell from her grace. Emmy and Felicia too, and soon, many of those mighty bossy women and feminist public figures would be his adoring, submissive servants.

The End

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