They do, but they're not happy about it

"And that's the situation," Jocelyn explains to the three women she's gathered in... some place. Before she can speak again, they start to chatter between themselves.

"God fucking dammit, Maisie," Kylie mutters. "You just had to go tell someone and now we're in danger."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Ellie says soothingly. "Yeah, it does suck for Maisie that she made an error in judgment, but we can still keep it secret, I'm sure."

"I... actually wouldn't be so sure about that," Melanie says worriedly. "He's using the curse on video--you saw it, it's how he gets Maisie to orgasm on command, or have her breasts grow in what's billed as 'highly realistic breast expansion videos', as if it were just clever camera work and prosthetics. Someone who isn't an idiot can figure out that there's something more going on there, that that's not just good special effects."

"What I didn't say yet," Jocelyn puts in, "is that the curse wants to be used. Now that it's visible like this it will start pushing to bring you three each under the control of some guy, if you don't get to it first."

"That's fine, I'll just tell Jason." Ellie waves away the concern. "Yeah, not saying it'll be nice to let him command me like that, but better him than anyone else."

"I'm sure Mike would never **** it, either," Melanie agrees. "I wouldn't have accepted a ring from him if I thought he might should he ever find out."

Kylie, on the other hand, starts shivering with fear.

"Is that what you think?" Jocelyn says.

She waves a hand, and an image appears: Ellie, a few years older, looking like a stereotypical Stepford wife, totally devoted to Jason, simpering over him, unable to do anything but serve his every whim and make him happy. It's clear that she's only smart enough to do things like make dinner, shop for groceries, and clean the house--her favoured intellectual pursuits are certainly beyond her.

The witch waves again; this time Melanie appears, being fucked brutally in her pussy by a stranger while Mike uses her mouth. Scenes flip by quickly, showing Mike whoring Melanie out regularly; no sooner has she recovered from one night's use than she's busy being used again the next, leaving her no time for herself and no life beyond sex and ****.

"I'm guessing my fate would be little different?" Kylie asks.

"I can't predict who will claim you," Jocelyn admits, "but given how you use your body, I have little doubt that the curse would push you toward someone who would do worse than either of those." There's no judgment in Jocelyn's voice, just a cold acknowledgement of facts.

She then turns to Melanie and Ellie. "I cannot say with certainty that this is what Jason and Mike would do; I am not a seer, and even if I were the future is always fluid. But I can extrapolate what they will do based on their personalities; as they say, if you want the measure of a man, give him power, and this is what they would most likely do with the power the curse would give them over you."

"So what do you propose we do instead, then?" Ellie asks.

In reply Jocelyn just waves her hand yet again, and this time the image is of Maisie cuddling with her controller, looking, if not truly happy, then at least contented. Of course, they are nude, and his long, thick shaft is rubbing against her pussy lips and his hands are idly playing with her nipples, and it's clear that this Maisie is the side of her that's eager to be controlled, rather than the one that merely accepts it. But still, it is a far cry from the mistreatment the witch predicted the three would suffer if left to their own devices.

"One man, one cursed woman, though," Kylie points out. "So how does that help us?"

"There are... measures I can take." Jocelyn shrugs. "I can, well, I can't remove the curse, but I can, if you like, put it to sleep. I can make it think it's not necessary, I guess, that you're in a situation where you're being controlled enough that it won't try to push outward to find a man to claim you, won't spread its vile influence and whisper in the ear of someone you've trusted that they should try giving you a degrading order. I am not saying it will be a pleasant life; the curse by its nature makes its victims' lives unpleasant. But it should keep you from being controlled directly."

"Controlled... directly?" Melanie asks.

"The best I can do is trick it, make it think it's being used somehow, while limiting what it can actually do. You wouldn't be like Maisie, completely at the whim of her master. You wouldn't even be like Linda or Holly, who while not directly controlled can nonetheless be altered trivially by Maisie's master. You would be somewhat at his command, but you wouldn't be subject to quite that level of binding." Jocelyn smirks. "Just enough for him to mostly do what he wants with you anyway."

"And what would he want to do with us?" All three ask essentially the same question at the same time.

"Well, obviously, porn. But is that really any worse than what you'd be doing otherwise? Mike and Jason would keep you firmly locked up otherwise, most likely; he would pay you a fair wage and royalties and you'd be free to do what you want outside of that. He wouldn't need to whore you out; if someone really wants one of you, he can just order Maisie to be one of you for the duration."

"It sounds like the choice is between having our lives ruined privately or our reputations ruined publicly," Ellie observes.

"It is a cruel choice, but the curse is cruel. Though I wouldn't underestimate Maisie's skills in reputation management."

"I'll do it," Kylie decides abruptly. When the other two look at her, she explains, "Look, at least this way I know what I'm getting into with it. Plus, I'll get him to agree that I can knee Maisie in the groin the next time she's got a dick for putting us into this situation in the first place."

Melanie and Ellie look at each other, still uncertain.

Jocelyn just sighs. "I didn't want to hurt you, more than you already have been, anyway." Another wave of her hand brings up two more images: Mike and Jason, each clearly having enthusiastic sex with a woman who isn't Melanie or Ellie.

Each clearly having occurred within the past week.

"Cheating pricks," the two women say simultaneously.

Jocelyn snaps her fingers.

--

"Now that we're done with that shoot," Holly says, "I just want to express how much I hated having to act like I enjoyed it."

"And I want to express how much I hate having actually enjoyed it," Maisie adds.

The sisters have their backs turned to each other, both of them still showing signs of physical arousal and post-orgasmic symptoms after they'd been eagerly eating each other out on camera for the past half hour or so.

"Well, you're gonna have to get used to it anyway," Linda says.

You nod in agreement. "You know full well that sister-sister **** has been our top request since Holly joined."

"I know," the woman moans. "That's why I agreed to do this in the first place."

"I would've **** the issue sooner or later," you admit.

"Pervert," Maisie accuses.

"Also, if we hadn't done it--and if we don't keep doing it--the curse'll probably break Holly free from Jocelyn and give her to someone else."

"Don't remind me. That's why I've agreed to keep doing this."

"I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing that Melanie, Ellie and Kylie aren't here," Maisie muses. "Because, well, if Jocelyn could keep them safe as well, that would be nice, but it would probably involve incestuous lesbian fivesomes, and I'm not much of a fan of that idea."

"As if Kylie would need another reason to hate you," Holly puts in.

"Who?" Linda asks.

"Our cousins," Holly explains. "Kylie and Maisie do not get along. Mel and El are fine."

"Ah, more distant family."

"You sound like you're jealous," Maisie says.

Linda just picks up her phone, taps through to her browsing history, and turns it around. At least half of it is yuri **** porn.

"I am judging you so hard right now," Holly comments. Maisie nods vigorously in agreement.

Meanwhile you've brought up your text messages from the mysterious number that had invited you to the coffee shop. "care to do something about their cousins"

The reply comes much too quickly given its length and formality: "Bethany's line has been extremely fecund. The last time I let myself be aware of the matter, she had over a hundred million adult female descendants worldwide. Even if I were willing to let myself be used sexually in that way, would you really have me kill hundreds of millions of men over the matter? Certainly at some point you would rightly judge me far worse a monster than Sonia."

"look im not asking after all of them"

"Would you have even six deaths on your conscience? And again, that is assuming I am willing to be fucked again, which I am avowedly not. Know that what of you ask of me I am unwilling to do."

"youre a powerful witch surely theres something else"

"There is"--and somehow you know you should hear a sigh as you read this--"but none of you will be all that satisfied by it. Plus I'll expect regular fivesome videos."

"pervert"

"I did tell you I was, and you saw it for yourself."

Another message follows almost immediately: "Check your dungeon. I expect BDSM as well."

"we dont have a dungeon"

"I'm a powerful witch, as you said. You have a dungeon if I say you have a dungeon."

You try to reply but the message doesn't send.

"Apparently we've got a BDSM dungeon now," you comment as you put your phone down.

"A what?" You've signed a lease on the studio, of course, but the terms forbid any major renovations, and besides, there wouldn't seem to be any place for it.

"I think it's there," Linda says, pointing after looking around.

Your phone chimes again. There's another message from the number, but when you check it there's seemingly nothing there, until you feel information get dumped into your head, causing you to clutch it briefly in pain.

"Are you okay, Master?" Maisie jumps up from the bed and rushes to you.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"What was it?" Holly asks.

"Just... I can only say three words about it, apparently. 'Temporary changes only.'"

You walk over to the dungeon door and, knowing what's on the other side, add, "Maisie, preset eleven, milk preset eleven."

The second part of the command triggers Linda and Holly to drink from Maisie's ever-lactating boobs. Preset eleven is the dominatrix mold, both physical and mental. It doesn't create outfits for them, of course, and getting those hadn't been a high priority, since you were hardly set up to do BDSM content. But that's changed now, obviously.

On the other side of the door is a fully stocked dungeon, complete with equipment, toys, and even outfits sized perfectly for all of the various forms you might have them take while in a mental state to engage with it.

Chained, collared, gagged and leashed, kneeling on the floor, are the three women you'd just been discussing, all of them with pure submissive adoration in their eyes. You know what various enchantments Jocelyn put on them, so you know that nobody will have to hold back anything other than something instantly lethal, if you ever decide to make content that ****.

"I guess we're doing BDSM now," Maisie comments.

"And I guess I'm filming your fivesomes now," Linda adds, unable to keep the eagerness fully out of her voice.

You can't quite tell if in that moment Holly is angrier at Sonia, Jocelyn or Linda over the whole situation--or at you when you nod agreement.