Glundandra and Eldibria. A boss-type who would be good at manipulating people, that's how Rick had forecast the combination would work, if lodged in the right personality. And if there's anyone who has those qualities already, it would be Chelsea Cooper, the head cheerleader and acknowledged queen of Westside High School. It’s a perfect match.
"What the--?" Chelsea squeals. "I can't move!"
Almost too perfect…
“Don’t worry about it,” you tell her, sounding more confident than you feel. “It’ll all be ok in a few minutes. You might even like it when it’s all over. I’m sure you will if I ask you to. She falls against you, and you grasp her in your arms. Frank opens up a vial of Blackwell's knockout powder, but you wave him off. "We don't need that," you say, and push her into his arms. "Just keep her muffled."
Frank gives you a look, but claps a hand over Chelsea's mouth; her eyes roll with terror in their sockets.
You manifest Joe's illusory twin and send it into the house to scout ahead; through its eyes, you see the way is clear, and gesture Frank to follow you with the captive girl.
In the makeshift library you direct him to lay her on the sigil. "Jonathan!" she gasps as Frank's hand comes away. "Whatever you want, I-- I'll--" She swallows, and her voice shakes hard. "I'll give it to you."
"Of course you will, Chelsea," you say. "And you'll be happy to. You aren’t going to have any choice really." She turns very white, and starts to hiccup.
You set empty bottles in the sigils for essentia and anima, and a blank mask in the sigil for imago. With his invisible fists, Frank keeps her pinned in place even as the two of you stand off to the side. You extend your hands palm downward and chant the incantations. First you strip her of her physical form, then pull her anima and essentia from her, which you place to the side for now. "You know how to carve a remote sigil," you ask Frank as you pull the clothes off Chelsea's remnants.
"It's not something I really remember,” he answers sullenly. He looks around the room, freezing ever so slightly when he catches sight of the bottles used to hold essentia. “You aren’t gonna… Please tell me you’re not putting some of our stuff inside her?”
You freeze yourself for a second. You’d thought about it sure, but now that you’re here you are having second thoughts. “Nah, she doesn’t deserve it,” you answer. Not when I want it myself, the thought flitting through your mind unbidden.
“Good,” nods Frank as you scratch the runework onto the golem’s chest. You find a lock of your own hair that you set aside earlier and bind it alongside the carving. This is one golem you want direct control of. “She’s hard enough to deal with without any magic inside her,” adds Frank. “You’re taking control of her,” he asks, looking over your shoulder. “You or Joe?”
You stop for a moment, and turn to stare at Frank. Without thinking, you use the level stare that Joe favours when he thinks Frank is being particularly dense – which in Joe’s opinion is more or less all the time. “What do you think?”
Frank recoils, and his nervous grin belongs more to the copy of your anima inside him than anything else. “Ok, I guess. I would too I mean. Are you going to...” he tails off blushing, making and awkward and incomprehensible gesture with his hands. It takes a few moments to realise what he means.
Your turn to blush, though you manage to banish it quickly. “None of your business,” you snap. Now quiet down while I concentrate."
It takes the better part of an hour in all. Once you are happy with the golem-substantia, you start returning the rest of Chelsea’s component parts to her. You replace her anima first, emptying the bottle that had stored it.
“Is this going to work,” asks Frank, as you near the end of your labours.
“We’ll see in a minute.” You hold out your hands again, make the incantation, and send Chelsea's imago back onto her.
Her naked body--so perfectly formed--betrays no hint of tan lines as it lays in the sigil. Her thighs and calves are strong and taut; her boobs spread and droop only a little under gravity's pull; her hair is a lovely tangle. And her face is drawn up in a proud little pout.
Her eyes spring open. She blinks hard a couple of times, then sits up with a groan. For a moment, no one says anything as Chelsea surveys her surrounds. She looks round taking in every last detail: You – as Joe – Frank, the sheet of metal that serves as your dissection table and the debris of the operation that has taken her apart and put her back together again.
Then Chelsea opens her mouth and screams and screams and screams.
You stand with your mouth slackly open for what seems like an age, unable to react. Finally you find the words, just as Chelsea pauses to draw breath. “Shut up,” you shout at the golem. “shut up, shut up, shut up.” She ignores you though, and starts screaming again. “Why isn’t it working?”
Frank finally reacts too, and though you cannot see what he does as he moves his invisible fists, the effects are clear. Chelsea squirms in place and her mouth snaps shut as if clamped in place.
“Why didn’t it work,” you moan again.
Frank grins broadly at you, and you realise from Joe’s memories that it is the kind of grin he uses when he gets one over his brother. “For someone so smart you can be really dumb sometimes,” he says drawing it out. “Whose hair did you use?”
“Mine,” you snap in reply, just before the realisation hits. “Oh…”
“Big as this house is, that screaming is going to draw some attention,” continues Frank, his tone more serious now.
“I can just tell Chelsea to say everything’s ok,” you say, glancing at the stricken cheerleader. Her eyes widen.
“You’ll need to get back in here first then,” replies Frank sharply. You waste no time in bringing up the control sigil mentally and flicking back to your own body.
Then suddenly you are where you left yourself this morning – in Jon Straussler’s bed. Your limbs feel stiff and awkward as you struggle to your feet. It takes a few, stumbling steps for you to start moving even half properly and you lumber back to the ballroom as quick as you can.
Frank, Joe and Chelsea all turn round to look at you as you half run over to them. You waste no time on pleasantries and address Chelsea directly. “You have to do what I say, don’t you?” Her face pales and she nods as best is she is able to from within the restraints Frank holds her in. “When Frank lets you go, you aren’t going to scream again.” She nods again.
You glance at Frank, who nods almost imperceptibly in return. Chelsea sags as he releases her from the grasp of his invisible fists. “What are you going to do to me,” asks Chelsea weakly. There is no trace of her customary haughtiness left in her demeanour.
Joe snickers and mutters under his breath. “We’ve done it already.”
You ignore him though. “Relax Chelsea,” you say soothingly. The colour flushes back into her cheeks. “You’re going to be my friend. You’re going to like what we’re going to do together, we’re going to be very close now.”
She nods again. “Are we going to…” she tails off, still not quite her normal self. There’s still a hint of disgust in her face, but she’s doing a good job of trying to hide it.
You can’t say that the thought hadn’t occurred to you: What would it be like? To have your way with that beautiful body? To get to feel what Gordon Black gets to feel? It’s tempting, but not a temptation you’ll surrender to. Yet. “No,” you tell her. “We’re going to be closer than that, but in a different way. You’ll know when it happens, but you aren’t going to worry about it, now or afterwards.”
“Ok, I guess,” replies Chelsea. “I should get my clothes back on,” she adds, shuffling over to the rough pile left from when you removed them earlier. “So what are we going to do,” she asks as she slips on her panties.
You look around. At Frank and Joe, who carry a little bit of you inside themselves. And then at Chelsea, to all intents and purposes your slave. You grin wildly, and they all grin back at you.
“Let’s have some fun,” you say.
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