Hide up the canyon

Jeremy just needed to think! There had to be a way out of this if he could just figure out what it was! Consulting the cop, who he found was named Officer Neil Johnson, he headed up Dunkirk’s Canyon. Johnson assured him that it was only patrolled once in the morning and then just before dusk. He would have a couple hours at least to figure out some sort of plan.

Doing his best to ignore the sexual moaning of the Jizzy twins and the muffled sobbing of the unfortunate woman he had kidnapped, Jeremy parked Lizzy’s van at the side of the road near a copse of trees. He sighed. Why did he think being in the middle of no where would somehow make him know what to do? He sighed and picked up the wand. Looking resentfully at it, he muttered: “I don’t need a place to hide. What I need is to know how to make this thing work again!”

And the tip of the wand sparkled. Suddenly Jeremy knew exactly what the problem had been! He had over taxed the thing! It wasn’t broken, it just needed to rest! It was at 20% power already, having dipped just a tiny bit when it implanted the understanding into his mind. Jeremy realized that small changes in a human mind took very little of the wand’s power. If he could find a way to justify the idea to the mind in question or if it was something the mind wasn’t completely opposed to, it took even less power! So the girls who may have fantasized about letting loose sexually had been easy, as it were. Making the cop his **** had been a horrible strain, but not nearly as much as making the steak appear for his dog out of thin air. Making Lizzy look like Jessi had been easy by comparison, apparently. And magically transporting steak and dog across town had left the wand on its last legs.

But now that he understood….He was saved!

He turned back to the sobbing, gagged woman and pointed his wand.

“Sleep. This is all just a night mare and it’s over. Sleep. Sleep deeply until I tell you to wake,” he said.
The end of the wand sparkled. The woman deflated in utter relaxation. The power of the wand actually went up a little, and Jeremy realized that her mind wanted his wish so badly, power had actually flown backwards. He grinned.

“Tell me, Johnson,” he asked the cop. “If you were free of any moral complications, would you like to fuck two hot blonde sluts like Lizzy and Jessi here?”

The cop looked at the two identical blondes eating each other out.

“Why yes, Sir,” he said. “I would like that very much.”

Jeremy judged it would take just a small drop in power. He aimed the wand at Johnson and made him as virile as he had made himself. Only a 2% drop! He then aimed the wand at Lizzy and then Jessy and made sure they were happy for a new playmate. Apparently they were happy enough to power the wand up 1% between the two of them.

“Before you fuck them, Johnson,” he said. “Help me get this lady out into the woods.”

“Yes sir,” said the cop, picking up the sleeping woman and just barely showing a hint of disappointment.