Infiltration.

Stephanie Mizukami had been on the Council for less than fifty years and a justicar for only the past eight, a child compared to any one of her superiors. Her missions were usually of the information gathering variety, assessing a potential threat before either signaling a false alarm or calling for back-up. While she'd tested her mettle many times against dangerous creatures and dark practitioners, she'd been so successful at scouting that nearly all of her missions we're of a reconnaissance nature. She didn't mind it so much, she was good at it after all, but she did sometimes wonder if her talents weren't being fully appreciated.

So when she received an urgent message informing her of a much more active role, she relished the chance to prove herself. The assignment was broad yet complex. According to the correspondence, a senior justicar had been in deep cover for the past several years. After an incident involving a dark spirit, a new sorceress had been created, wild and dangerous. Justicar Nala had succeeded in containing the power and sealing the memories of the poor girl infected with the energy but had been unable to remove it. The Council had decreed that Nala would integrate herself into the young woman's life to keep an eye on her. But a recent emergency request for Nala to temporarily leave her post to help another justicar had gone unanswered, as had all attempts at communication afterwards.

Stephanie's mission is simple, find out what happened to justicar Nala, investigate the sorceress for signs she has tapped into the power hidden within her, and remove any threats she encounters. Normally her instructions would include a need to wait for back-up but the Council was nervous about this one and wanted a resolution fast. And they trusted Stephanie to get it for them.

She's spent the past few days staking out the sorority as best she could without blowing her cover. Despite her age it's easy for her to pass as a college student, her magics keeping her young and vibrant. She's attended a few classes without even needing to use memory magic to get in. To be fair to the teachers, they must have hundreds of students each semester and sometimes almost one-hundred of them in a single lecture hall. How could they hope to spot one stranger among those masses? Her questioning of the Lambda Epsilon Zeta house had gotten her very little. They were a new sorority famous for their outstanding grades and ability to recruit well known student athletes. Stephanie had attended a party they'd thrown but saw no sign of Nala or the sorceress or anything that would be out of place. It was rather tame for a college party but given the positive image they were clearly going for even that wasn't so strange. Few men had ever been allowed within the house, and only then for parties, and had almost no information about it. A few female students spoke of friends who had joined and we're really enjoying themselves and getting help with their schoolwork and the few members she spoke to seemed perfectly normal. But something must have been going on. Some of the members admitted to knowing Nala but never knew where she was at the time or elsewise claimed she was away on some business for the house. Fed up with the standard methods she'd moved on to magical means of detection. When her tracking spells had fizzled out at the border of the house she knew she had to act fast. Either Nala had set up those defenses for some reason or the sorceress had recovered her powers. Stephanie dawned her stealth gear and readied herself for infiltration. She carries little, only a fanny pack filled with a few items she might need. Everything she wore was sleek and black, black leggings, a black sweater that hugged her petite frame tightly, and a black balaclava with her long dark hair tucked up into it along with black running shoes and leather gloves. Rather than walking around campus looking like a bank robber, she stored her gear in a backpack and casually strolled passed the house during the lastest hour that classes were still in session. She then hid herself in some shrubbery, changed, and waited until dark. Now that midnight has come and gone she slowly creeps out of the bushes and moves to the least visible side of the house.

The first floor windows all prove to be locked. With a small effort of will she also detects some basic magical charms for detecting intruders. That's not good. If Nala had set them up they'd be far more advanced. As is, a simple pinch of salt and a whispered word dispells the effect for a short enough time for her to pick the lock on the window and open it. Halfway through her step inside she pauses. Perhaps she should call for back-up? She shakes her head. She can do this. She steps inside lightly and shuts the window behind her. She finds herself in a large sitting room, a television still giving off dim light, though the screen is fully black. On the couch lie two girls cuddled together underneath a blanket. Given the nature of the power the sorceress possesses that could be a bad sign. Or they could be lovers in a totally natural way. Or they could be close friends. Or drunk. The point being, Stephanie needs more information. And she needs to find Nala.

Moving without a sound she begins searching rooms. The ground floor consists of communal areas like the kitchen and dinner area. The food all looks normal and has no magical aura to it. And their bananas are as tasty as one would expect. Stephanie chances the stairs to the second and third floors. There she finds a cluster of doors, bedrooms no doubt, all of them locked. Before randomly picking locks and potentially getting caught she decides to investigate the whole house. One of the doors on the third floor appears to be more of an office or something but it too is locked. Stephanie hasn't sensed any magic other than the alarm spells on the front door and windows and doesn't like it. If the sorceress is using magic, then where is she doing it? She finds her answer at the end of a hall. A long cord attaches to the ceiling and a short tug reveals a pulldown ladder to an attic which she gently lowers to the floor. The moment the way is open she feels a surge of lust and power so strong she needs to shake it off.

'Jackpot.'

Checking her surroundings one last time she creeps up the ladder, whincing as the old wood creaks and groans under her weight. She quickly moves onto the floor of the attic and takes in her surroundings. It's a large finished room with chairs, couches, and tables but the purpose of the room is clear even from a casual glance. The tables are stockpiled with sex toys and bottles of lubricant. The walls and ceilings contain racks bearing metal hooks for tying people to. The floor is hardwood but bears dark stains which, given the context, probably weren't caused by spilled beer. The final nail in the coffin is the woman strung up on one of the walls.

Nala looks different from the last time Stephanie's seen her. She was always so powerful and domineering. Now, her hair is a disheveled mess, her body exposed and shaking. She looks like a completely different person. She's bound by her wrists to the walls by chains, arms **** out wide. She's connected about halfway down the wall so she's able to sit but her legs are likewise connected to the wall on much shorter chains which forces her to kneel with her legs on either side of a large black device that Stephanie can't identify. Whatever it is, she can hear a faint buzzing noise and the sound of Nala weeping. Stephanie stays perfectly still and scans the room for both physical and metaphysical traps. Spotting nothing, she rushes to Nala's side.

"Nala!" she whispers as she removes her mask. "Nala, can you hear me?!"

Still shaking, Nala turns her gaze to the younger witch.

"S-St-Steph-ph-phanie?" she asks weakly.

"Don't worry! I'm here to get you out of here." She begins inspecting the restraints and asks, "What happened here?"

"Rebecca, she...Oh god!" Nala bites her lips and humps at the black box-like device, a guttural moan only partially muffled by her lips.

"It's okay, I'll get you loose!"

Stephanie panics for a moment and inspects the device. There seems to be something pink and slick pressed against, and possibly inside, Nala's privates. Seeing no obvious way to shut it off she goes back to the restraints. The locks are simple but her colleague is suffering and Stephanie feels like she's running out of time. She presses her hands to one of the locks and whispers a few words. Moisture in the air collects on and within the lock and freezes in place, expanding and pressing the tumblers into place with a click that frees one of Nala's arms. The remaining locks get the same treatment and Nala lurches off the thrumming **** device, still shaking on the floor.

"You must listen to me!" she gasps. "These girls have no idea what they're a part of! Rebecca herself doesn't seem to fully comprehend what's going on! But she must be stopped all the same!"

"My first objective is to get you to safety."

Stephanie is simply too small to carry Nala by herself and so instead simply props the nude justicar up on her shoulder as they make their way down the ladder and through the halls. As the pair approach the stairs down to the first floor a door suddenly swings open right in front of them. Stephanie freezes as a girl with auburn hair in a long nightshirt turns towards them, rubbing her eye and yawning.

"What's that?" she asks groggily.

Remembering what Nala had told her, Stephanie prepares a simple sleep spell. She'll fall gently to the floor and likely forget she ever saw them. Only before she can finish the short incantation she feels a stinging pressure on the back of her neck. Her eyes widen as her whole body becomes rigged, only her eyes able to move and blink. She hears a hissing whisper in her ear as Nala finishes her own incantation.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way," she says out loud.

In front of Stephanie you can't help but let out a loud laugh. Watching her little ninja escapades on the hidden cameras you installed inside and outside of the house, coupled with your agents following her for weeks beforehand, has made the tension up until this moment delightful and you feel simply giddy.

"I've captured the justicar as commanded, Mistress," says Nala in her usual calm tone. "May I now serve you as I desire?"

"You're getting ahead of yourself," you tell her. "First, let's bring her to the attic. Girls!"

You call out and every door on the floor opens up. Some of the girls are wearing pajamas, mostly see-through affairs designed to entice rather than conceal. Several, however, are already naked out of excitement for tonight's festivities. You can feel their lust, their anticipation, and their undying love and loyalty to you. Despite your efforts to conceal yourself for this act of the play you feel your cock pressing against your baggy shirt and forming a tent. Oh well. The time for subtly is over in any case. You hold out your arms expectantly and two nearby girls hastily move to remove your garment. Underneath you wear a black corset that cups rather than covers your breasts and a pair of black crotchless panties that leave your stiffening cock open to the air. With a snap of your fingers three of your girls help Nala carry your newest toy back up the ladder and into your game room. The poor witch's eyes are wide and buzzing about frantically but it's no use. Even if she breaks free she'll be no match for you. You follow directly behind your captive and your followers, naturally, follow behind you. Soon a gaggle of girls are all crammed into the attic, some of them already running their hands along their and their sisters' bodies.

"Remove her clothing," you command in your practiced baritone.

Scissors are brought out from drawers in nearby tables and the four girls who carried her, including Nala, start cutting away at this "justicar Stephanie Mizukami's" clothing until all of it, even her mask, is nothing but scraps of cloth on the ground.

You stare at the pile and frown, "Your choices in undergarments lack imagination. But don't worry, we'll fix that. Bind her to the sybian."

With practiced hands the foursome positions your captive to the wall in the same position Nala had been in. You already turned off the machine with the remote in your room once they'd left and turn to one of your girls to retrieve the remote for you now. You're going to need it. With the prisoner secured you place your hand onto the wall and let power through through you. The hidden sigils in the wall appear in glowing red and surge into the chains that bind the justicar, sealing her magic for the time being. Your girl returns with the remote and you reward with with a deep kiss.

"Thank you, Mistress!" she giggles before returning to your crowd of followers.

"Nala!" you call out, the room growing silent at your voice. "Step forth!"

Unashamed by her nudity, Nala stands before you, her back to her former comrade.

"Nala, we've been together for a long while now. But, given your connections to the Council, I've always kept you at arms length, never certain I could trust you. I told you nothing about the reason for your imprisonment, only that it was necessary. And yet when the time came to act, you did me proud. You protected your sisters and your Mistress as any of us should."

Nala bows deeply and says, "Thank you, Mistress."

You step closer to her and, without warning, reach out and press your fingers into her pussy and mound. She shrieks, still sensitive from days on the sybian, as you pour a little of your power into her. Confidant now that Nala will not betray you for any purpose, you grant her the boon she has so craved, only the second person to be granted this blessing by you. Nala falls back after the spell takes hold, invigorated back to health after her ordeal chained to the wall. And now sporting a lively cock above her pussy imbued with a fraction of your powers, able to corrupt minds and bend them to your will and purposes.

"Thank you, Mistress!" Nala blurts as she falls to her knees. Several of your girls applaud and cheer for her until your upraised hand silences them.

"I have a task for my latest lieutenant."

"Speak and it shall be done, Mistress!"

"First..."

You turn to Stephanie Mizukami. You hold out your hand and focus for a few moments until the paralysis spell shatters under you will. Nala might be more experienced than you but she's taught you much and could never hope to compete with your power now. The moment the spell is broken the justicar begins rattling off an incantation only to grow confused as nothing happens. Several of your girls cackle at her perplexed expression.

"Your magic won't serve you here, justicar," you inform her.

"Whatever your intentions, I will not break!" she cries out.

That elicits a few oohs and more laughter from the crowd. You turn back to Nala.

"Then I guess you have your work cut out for you. Break this bitch. I want her servicing the whole house within two weeks."

Nala grins wildly and says, "That will be more than enough time, Mistress."

She turns to her new charge, cock swaying as it hardens. Stephanie looks up at her with hide eyes and starts to breath in short, shallow breaths.

"Nala, listen to me," she insists. "You're under a charm, you have to listen TO ME!"

Her voice goes up several octaves as you turn a dial and the sybian thrums to life. Stephanie's mouth hangs open in a silent scream as her pussy is shook with the pour of an engine.

"Intense, isn't it?" Nala teases.

She idly strokes her new cock for a moment before bending down to kiss Stephanie, her mouth capturing and devouring the captive woman's lips. You feel a familiar tingle in the back of your mind as the magic you've lent to Nala feeds back into you as well. With the justicar bound, unable to use magic, and distracted by the rotor of the toy she's stuck on, her mental defenses crumble right away. You close your eyes and concentrate, almost like trying to hear a noise from a distant room. In your mind's eye you see flashes of images, Stephanie as a young woman in a schoolgirl's uniform bent over the knee of an older gentleman. Through the link you can sense that this man who now rains blows upon her naked ass, her skirt pulled up, panties pulled down, is her father. The image shifts, her clothing vanishing and her on all fours while her father rails her from behind. Nala steps back and Stephanie looks bewildered and confused.

You laugh and call out, "We've got a real pervert on our hands here, ladies! Wanted a spanking and a little something extra from Daddy, did we?"

Your followers all laugh and call out to Stephanie.

"What a whore!"

"Did you ever do it? Or were you too scared?"

"I'll be your daddy, baby!"

"I can just picture you bending over and hoping he'd sneak a peek!"

Stephanie can only hang her head in shame and pant against the intensity of the sybian. So you ramp up the power to make her scream, everyone cheering around her.

"Make her squirt, Mistress!"

"When Miss Nala's done, can we have her for our room?"

"Mistress, may I touch myself?! Please?!"

You hold up a hand for silence and the only sound in the room is Stephanie's disgruntled sobs.

"No one cums until this bitch does."

There are sounds of disappointment all around but you know they'll obey. You nod for Nala to continue. She picks up a riding crop and begins applying it to Stephanie's slim breasts and thighs.

"Barely any meat on you," Nala comments casually while beating her charge's tits red. Stephanie gasps for air as her body continues to send mixed signals of pleasure and pain.

"Why...?" she pants. "Why're you doing this?"

"To show you your true self," Nala tells her before giving her thighs a savage smack. "To let you know that your life will only improve if you accept your fate as a slut subservient to the Mistress."

Stephanie's face twists and hardens, "You might have fallen for all this but I refuse! No cheap tricks or sorcery are gonna make me into some docile slut! I am a proud warrior of the Council and I will...!"

Nala silences her by jamming her cock into her mouth. Stephanie gasps and coughs, her eyes wide and ready. Nala starts pumping her hips and clawing at her own tits, sighing.

"At least you're good for one thing!"

You let the face fucking continue for a little while, thoroughly enjoying the face she's making. All around you there's the thrum of sexual energy dying to get out. You fear some of your girls might pop if things don't move along. So with a final twist of the dial you send the chained girl into overdrive. Stephanie's screams can be heard even around the muffling cock lodged in her throat. Your girls start to chant, "Cum! Cum! Cum!" as the promise of their own sexual release grows closer. Stephanie wails and kicks her legs but it's undeniable when her orgasm hits her. Like a starting gun it triggers a flurry of action around you. Girls begin removing whatever clothing they might have been wearing and pouncing on one another. Dani, your right hand, has bent a recent pledge over on the floor, ripped her pajama bottoms in half, and **** her own gifted cock into the girl's ass, a favorite target of hers. Several girls mill about you, rubbing themselves against you and kissing your feet in the hopes that you'll recognize them and allow them to service you. But for now you focus on the pair in front of you.

With Stephanie still in the throes of passion Nala grunts and thrusts forward a few final times to deposit her load into her stomach. Here too you feel the linked magic as Stephanie begins to grow slightly more docile and intune with you as your magic begins to fuse with her very life essence. Nala pulls her cock out of Stephanie's gaping mouth and you lower the speed down to a more manageable level. Stephanie swallows a bit more but some still leaks out and down her chin as she gazes into space. Nala laughs and takes her cum soaked chin in her hand.

"Where'd that brave face go?"

Stephanie blinks and shakes her head, eyes focusing on Nala. You dial up the sybian just a little bit and watch her mouth becoming a tight line. Satisfied with her work this far you hand the controls over to Nala and turn to your willing slaves who have so patiently waited for you. The room has already turned into a cacophony of moans and screams of delight and you only add to it when you start going through your girls one after another. The party doesn't stop until dawn with almost the entire sorority sleeping like the dead and scattered across the room. Stephanie still shakes while the sybian, on a low setting, denies her any sort of respite.

"She is a stubborn one," Nala comments. "But I am confidant I can break her for your, Mistress."

You rub her cheek with your knuckles and she closes her eyes and hums her thanks. Dani, ever jealous, pouts until she gets the same treatment.

"What shall we do with her now, Mistress?"

You put your arms around their shoulders and lead them towards the ladder down.

"Leave her there for a few hours. I get the feeling she'll be much more agreeable after being on the edge of orgasm for a couple of hours."

As you usher them down the steps you turn back to Stephanie and crouch down in front of her. You place your palm on her mound and whisper dark words that burn symbols into her flesh, though not painfully. The orgasm nullifying spell is one of your favorite for breaking new recruits. None of them realize how slutty they really are until their ability to cum is taken away from them.

"See you tonight," you tell her with a kiss to her cheek.

You head downstairs, leaving her in the dark and surrounded by your **** flock. Stephanie is going to make for a good spy within the Council, doubly so when she returns with Nala to begin spreading your gospel to their ranks. That creature who attacked you never really appreciated the power it possessed. Thankfully, you do.