The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Sold, to the gentleman with the grey beard!” Harold said as he tapped the table with his small wooden gavel.

Ariana stepped forward from the side of the makeshift stage and took the young blonde’s hand for the last time. “Good bye, my darling.” She whispered softly as she walked the girl through the departing customers, but if Patricia heard her, there was no sign of it in her glassy eyed stare.

The tall, elderly man reached Harold’s table at the same time as Ariana and his purchase. “Does she get to keep the costume?” he asked, admiring the way the young woman’s body was displayed by the gossamer thin top and harem pants, the sheer veil hiding nothing of her pretty features.

“For fifty, more.” Harold said and watched as another crisp note was added to the sizable stack he was just about to count.

Ariana hated this part, where her beautifully trained girls were sold to the highest bidder, and she had been especially fond of Patricia, saving her till last in the hope that all the bidders would have finished before she was presented. But her plan came to nought, too many had seen Ariana’s favourite as she danced with the others each night around the campfire to the sounds of guitars and tambourines. She had obviously taken the eye of her eventual owner, for he had only made low bids on the others, keeping his powder dry for what he truly desired.

As Harold nodded that the purchase price had been paid, Ariana put Patricia’s hand on the arm of her new owner and told her, “This is your new master. You will obey him now, just as you obeyed me before.”

And that was it, the crowd had departed and now Patricia was being led away to whatever fate her master decided would be hers.

“That was the best yet.” Harold said, waving the stack of crisp bills.

At times like these Ariana hated her father, whose only interest seemed to be in money, he didn’t care that his only daughter’s bed would be empty until they could, as he so inappropriately put it, restock.

But at least Ariana would be spared that cold bed tonight, for before dawn the travelling show would be dismantled, the stalls, rides and authentic gypsy caravans stowed on flat bed trucks, the only evidence of their presence the whitened grass squares and circles in an empty field.

“You got any plans for this weekend, Karen?” Emily asked as she walked in to the sitting room of their shared apartment, rubbing her wet, jet-black hair with a towel that matched the one that was only just tied around her.

Karen twirled a lock of her curly red hair around her finger as she replied. “Not as yet, why?”

Karen tried really hard to keep looking at her magazine rather than the hem of Emily’s makeshift robe that only just managed to hide the diminutive girls dignity, especially when she threw herself onto the sofa and then tucked her legs up beneath her.

At times like these, Karen sometimes wished things would go back to the way they had been when she had first ‘come out’ to her fellow students. What a night that had been, all suspicious looks and talk of betrayal! And for a couple of weeks after Emily and Janet had been very cagey around her, locking their bedroom doors each night and never appearing in the living room unless fully dressed, and certainly not as almost undressed as Emily was now.

However the tense atmosphere had gradually eased as the two young women finally realised that Karen wasn’t going to ‘jump them’ at the first opportunity, and life in the house returned to normality. But now it was Karen who sometimes found herself a little uneasy, for despite what she had assured the other two, she certainly wouldn’t throw either of them out of her bed if the opportunity arose, and singly and together they had featured regularly in her erotic fantasies, almost to the exclusion of all others from the day they had moved in, in short she was in lust with both of them.

“There’s a fair setting up on the field near the campus, I passed it on the bus this morning.” Emily said enthusiastically. “The Poster says the tonight is the first night and all rides are half price.”

“What do you think, Janet?” Karen called out.

As the young blonde entered, removing a pair of rubber gloves she always wore whilst washing up, she asked. “Think about what?”

“Do you fancy going to the fair this evening?” Emily butted in.

“Never really been into all that waltzer and big dipper stuff.” Janet said as she sat next to Emily on the sofa and took the towel from her and started to dry Emily’s glossy black locks.

“Oh, but it’s not just the rides!” Exclaimed a now excited Emily, “It’s the side shows and all those muscle-bound hunks that man the booths and rides.”

“Well, that’s fine for you two, I’m sure.” Karen said, a smile now lighting her slightly freckled face.

“Ah, sweetie.” Janet said in mock sympathy. “I’m sure there will be some muscle-bound women as well.”

Karen wrinkled her nose, her ‘rabbit face’ Emily called it. “No thanks,” She replied, but added wistfully. “But I suppose there might be some sultry gypsy girl with long black hair, dusky skin and deep, dark eyes. Now that I could go for.”

“I didn’t know I was your type.” Emily said, for she certainly had the dark hair, although her bob cut would hardly be described as long and her skin was far too pale to be termed dusky, and her eyes, as beautiful as they were, like milk chocolate Karen thought, were no where near dark enough to match the image Karen was seeing in her mind.

“I said sultry, not slutty“ Karen said and then deftly caught the cushion that winged its way from the sofa.

“Then it’s a date! Hunks for us and a sultry gypsy maiden for Karen” Emily said before the other two could change their minds, for although Emily was the youngest, and smallest of the three, she was certainly the most bossy, and also the one most likely to go for a bath when the washing up needed doing.

“Alright,” Janet agreed with a sigh, “but lets stay together, okay, I get nervous on my own in places like that.”

“Sister’s honour!” Emily said with a mock salute. “Meet here at eight?” The other two housemates, as usual, acquiesced to Emily’s plan.

Karen didn’t spend long getting ready, she didn’t feel it was one of those nights where she might get lucky, ‘like most nights’ she’d sighed to herself as she pulled on her favourite white jeans teamed with a tight fitting purple T-shirt and a pair of well worn sneakers. She slumped in her chair in the lounge at seven thirty and read her book while she waited for the others.

“Wow!” Karen exclaimed as Janet arrived, a mere five minutes late. “You sure are intent on grabbing yourself a hunk tonight aren’t you!”

“You don’t think it’s too much do you?” Janet asked as she looked down at her clothes, a very tight white vest and matching shorts that together showed off her best attributes, which, if asked, Karen would have said were her legs, her arse and most definitely her wonderfully firm breasts. The whole ‘young athletic blonde’ image was certainly not hindered by the white cowboy boots and wearing her long golden hair in a magnificent pony tail that sprouted almost from her crown.

Smiling, Karen replied. “I don’t think too much is the phrase anyone would use looking at you.”

“You’ll catch your death of cold!” Emily said as she finally joined the other two. Karen raised her eyes to the roof, for it was a constant battle to control the temperature in the house between the southern blonde and the northern brunette with Karen trying to keep out of with an ‘I’m okay’ whenever one of the others tried to get her to agree that it was boiling hot or freezing cold.

Janet glanced at Emily who, like Karen, had gone for white trousers but with a pink silk camisole top and matching cardigan, and said. “I’ll go and get changed.”

As if following a script, Karen and Emily chorused. “Oh no you don’t!”

“We’re late as it is.” Karen continued as she stood up. “And if we have to wait for you to not only decide what to wear but then actually get dressed, restyle your hair and redo your makeup the fair will have packed up and gone!”

The crestfallen look on Janet’s face was enough to break Karen’s heart. To soften her words she looped Janet’s arm through hers and said. “And anyway if I looked like you I think I’d dress like that.”

“But you’re gorgeous.” Emily retorted.

“Yeah, right.” Karen scoffed. “Every woman’s dream, that’s why I get to spend so much time here alone, while you two are out nearly every night.”

As they left the house, Emily linked her arm with Karen’s free one and they decided that they would walk the mile and a half to the fairground, for despite what Emily had said, the evening was quite balmy, a warm breeze blowing softly and carrying with it the scent of scorched sand from the dessert.

They could hear and smell the fair before they could see it, loud music seasoned with screams of delight or fear and the heavenly aroma of burning sugar, frying onions and barbecued meat that set their taste buds watering.

When they finally turned into the field it took a little while for their eyes to adjust to the glaring neon and coloured bulbs that flashed and spun with rides.

“Yeah!” Emily cried. “They have got a waltzer. Come on.”

Emily pulled Karen along with her but Janet let her arm fall from the redhead’s as she said. “Look I said I can’t cope with rides like that, especially with all these foody smells around.”

Nodding to a bench she said. “You go, I’ll wait here for you.”

“You sure?” Karen asked, stopping and forcing Emily to hold up.

With a smile Janet said. “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be fine, and anyway my feet are killing me, I knew I should have changed these boots.”

Janet sat and watched her two friends climb into one of the swinging carriages until the ride started, at which point she found that just watching was enough to turn her stomach. She glanced up a couple of times, certain she was being watched and caught a quick glimpse of Karen’s fiery red hair as a young well muscled man sent the car her friends were in spinning, but she couldn’t see anyone spying on her.

After what seemed like an hour to Janet, and two to Karen and Emily, but was in reality only ten minutes, the ride finally slowed to a halt. The young man who had been spinning their car helped the two young women out and tried to make a pass at Karen, much to Emily’s disgust. But they were laughing about it by the time they reached Janet, their legs still wobbling as they held on to each other for support like a couple of drunks.

“You should have come with us.” Emily said as she slumped down beside the blonde. “If you had been there, no way would that Adonis have wasted his time hitting on someone who bats for the other side.”

“Emily!” Janet said in mock shock. “Anyway, I doubt he’d have been very impressed as I’d more than likely have puked up all over his six pack.”

After allowing her friends a few minutes to get their land legs back, Janet said “My turn to choose now,” as she stood and hauled her still dizzy friends to their feet. “How about some hot dogs, with lashings of red sauce and onions.” She added, grinning at the yellowing faces before her.

“Okay,” she conceded. “Lets just have a look at the booths.”

They pushed their way through the crowded stalls, attracting several whistles as they went and not a few lurid suggestions until Karen was fed up of it and said. “Lets find somewhere a bit quieter.”

Finally they worked their way to the edge of the fairground where the booths were further apart, the music much softer and the light dimmer. “Ahhh.” Karen breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s better. I wonder where all these people have come from!”

Away from the booths, under a large chestnut tree stood a huge wooden Romany caravan, complete with poles for attaching a shire horse, although from the size of the vehicle it would have required a giant of an animal to pull it. It rested on two wooden cartwheels about two thirds of the way down and on poles at the front. As the girls approached, they saw a large poster propped up on an easel at its side that looked like an advert for a 1940’s film. Emblazoned across the top in gilt theatrical script the sign pronounced that this was the caravan of ‘The Great Ariana. Seer and Sorceress’ When they saw the picture beneath the words all three girls gasped in unison.

“Is that dark eyed and dusky enough for you?” Emily enquired, playfully banging her shoulder into Karen’s upper arm.

They were looking at an image of an olive skinned woman who appeared to be a few years older than they were. She was dressed in typical ‘gypsy’ fashion with a white chiffon, cropped top, which was worn off the shoulder and displayed a perfect midriff. Her long, jet-black, wavy hair flowed out from beneath a kerchief tied tightly at the back of her head, and around her bare shoulders and wide hips she wore matching shawls. A long tiered skirt looked as if it would spin out in a full circle if she danced, and she looked like she would be a very good dancer.

Great golden hoops hung from her ears, but above all else, what held their attention, especially Karen’s, was the pair of coal-black eyes that stared out from the poster.

“If she really looks like that you must be psychic!” Janet said to Karen with the slightest hint of awe in her voice as all three remembered their earlier conversation.

“Most redheads are.” A soft, low voice with a hint of an east European accent said from behind them.

The three friends jumped as one, spinning around to see the woman in the poster made flesh and blood, and what beautiful flesh it was! Her dark eyes glinted as a smile touched her wine dark lips. Karen thought her heart would burst out of her chest and she felt her cheeks redden under the gypsy’s steady gaze.

“So who will be first to have their futures shown to them?” The gypsy asked in a lyrical voice that hinted at a beautiful singing voice.

“I thought you would have known that.” Emily giggled, pleased with her own wit.

Ariana’s smile touched her lips, if not her eyes as she stared at the young brunette, who, despite her stubborn nature, found herself unable to hold the exotic woman’s stare.

Apparently satisfied with her little victory Ariana laughed, a sound that to Karen’s ear at least, seemed to come from heaven, for only angels should have such clarity to their timbre she thought to herself.

“You are right, my northern friend. This young lady will be first.” The fortuneteller said as she nodded towards Janet.

“Ariana will reveal the future to this one, while you two go and enjoy your ride on the ‘magic carpet’.” Without waiting for a reply she had taken Janet’s elbow in her hand and was leading her towards the rear of the caravan where a small flight of wooden steps allowed entry.

Karen and Emily stood motionless, watching the pair of them walk off into the deepening gloom. “Run along girls,” Ariana said just before she followed Janet into her wooden mobile home. “Come back in half of one hour and we shall see what we shall have seen.”

“Looks like we get to ride the magic carpet after all.” Emily said as she turned and headed back towards the music and lights. They had suggested it as they walked along, but Janet had once again demurred and, as they had agreed to stay together, that meant no flying through the air for the two adrenalin junkies.

“She was way weird!” Karen said. “Sexy as hell, but weird, I mean how did she know we liked rides and Janet didn’t, and that you were from the north?”

“I’ll take your word for the sexy as hell, but the weird bit is just part of the act.” Emily commented. “She could have seen us arrive, me and you waltzing and Janet sitting it out, and as for the northerner bit, have you listened to my accent lately.”

“Okay, okay I get the idea. But what about the magic carpet, go on, explain that one away.”

Emily could only shrug her shoulders and offer a feeble. “Good guess?” whilst thinking ‘She could have heard us talking, but I’m damn sure Karen would have seen her if she had been close enough to overhear our conversation!’ and a tiny seed of doubt was sown.

Janet dipped her head to pass through the thick velvet curtains that were swagged back with twisted silk cords across the caravan’s entrance and, as she straightened, her hair brushed against something that tinkled, she turned just as Ariana followed her through the door and saw a wind chime made from crystals of varying size, shape and colour. Janet was about to speak but was silenced as Ariana lifted a long slender finger with a long red nail to her lips.

The gypsy stood motionless, her head cocked to one side as if listening intently. Then she reached out and took hold of a clear crystal, holding it by the thin wire from which it hung. “This is the one.” She announced as she flicked it with her varnished nail, bringing forth a wonderfully clear tone.

“Did you not hear? This one sang much longer than the others, this one is tuned to resonate to the same frequency as your own energy, you know of resonance of course being a physics major.” The seeress informed the now dumb founded girl, who had indeed noticed that the crystal that Ariana was now detaching from the others had continued to sound long after the others had died away. Not that she gave any credence to the gypsy’s explanation.

“Crystals are very special, they hold great power, and this is your crystal, you will wear it always to resonate and refresh you.” Ariana said as she threaded a fine gold chain through the small golden hoop at the top of the quartz

‘Here we go, the sales pitch’ Janet thought as she turned and looked more closely at the inside of the caravan.

Even though the caravan had seemed large from the outside, Janet was still amazed at how roomy it felt inside, in spite of the fact that half the interior was screened off with heavy velvet curtains that Janet assumed, quite correctly, was to shield the sleeping quarters from Ariana’s ‘office’.

The only light was provided by a pair of large scented candles that flickered softly atop tall, black, wrought iron stands that were positioned on either side of the van, just in front of the dividing curtain and cast shadows that danced on the walls and the polished oak floor. The major reason for its apparent spaciousness was the design. The need for chairs was reduced by having hinged benches along each side beneath the small quarter paned windows that were covered by café curtain nets, and above which ran a row of small cupboards.

For the sake of her art, Ariana had placed a small circular table in the centre of the room that was covered to the floor with a white linen cloth and on top of the table sat a large crystal ball on a golden tripod and a deck of tarot cards spread out in fan shape. On either side of the table were two large box seats with upholstered lids that acted as both chairs and extra storage space.

“Look, as you seem to know, I’m a student.” Janet stated as Ariana pushed passed her to stand beside the table. “I don’t have much money.” She added feebly.

“Has Ariana mentioned money?” The gypsy asked; sounding offended. “My gift to see the future belongs freely to the world, if my subjects care to leave me a small token of their appreciation then I will not resist, for even a great seeress needs to put food on her table.”

“How much is a small token?” Janet asked, still sceptical.

“I leave that to you, but the crystal I give as a gift, it is a long time since I heard one resonate so hard to its owner, it would be a crime to deny you the crystal, and it, you.” Ariana explained in her lilting way, her hips swivelling slightly, causing her voluminous skirt to flow out slightly, revealing a shapely ankle above what looked like red dancing pumps.

“It’s very warm in here.” Janet said, suddenly aware of the closeness of the room and the gypsy, whose heady perfume was filling the small space.

“Turn around and let me introduce you to the crystal.” The seeress sang softly, at least it sounded to Janet like singing. Without thinking the young student turned her back on the predator and missed Ariana’s leer of success.

Janet expected the gypsy to hang the bauble around her neck, but she didn’t. She sidled up close, her mouth next to Janet’s ear, her left arm snaked around pinning Janet’s to her side, Ariana’s hand resting on the young blonde’s shoulder, her forearm brushing against firm breast flesh so inadequately covered by the tight cotton vest.

With the chain weaved through the fingers of her right hand, Ariana held the jewel in front of Janet’s face and whispered. “See how the crystal shines for you, Janet. If you listen you can hear it sing to you.”

Janet was all too aware of the gypsy’s close presence, her breasts squashing against Janet’s back, her heady, sweet perfume filling Janet’s mind, even her breath seemed scented. With small movements of her fingers, like the puppeteer she was, Ariana made the crystal swing and swirl in front of the young girl’s eyes.

‘Karen will love this!’ Janet thought to herself. It was only a fleeting thought, but she missed what Ariana was saying, at least her conscious mind did, her subconscious heard and understood and the war, let alone the battle, was over. Her eyelids fluttered, like a butterfly taking to the wing, and then closed. She would have fallen to the floor had Ariana not put her right arm around her waist, the cheap crystal, its purpose served, falling unheeded to the wooden floor.

“I thought you would be more of a challenge.” Ariana said with a hint of regret, and no trace of an accent. But she didn’t let the disappointment affect her as she dragged the unconscious girl through the curtains to lie on Ariana’s huge bed that just about filled the other half of the caravan, the heels of Janet’s sexy leather cowboy boots squeaking against the oaken floor.

She propped the unconscious girl up on pillows and settled herself at her side and started to tell the pretty blonde exactly what her future would hold as she let her expert fingers explore the girl’s nubile body. Eventually she allowed her captive to open her vacant eyes and stand so that Ariana could dress her for the next act of her night’s performance.

As soon as Ariana had seen Janet sitting all alone on the bench while her two friends enjoyed a spin on the waltzer, she had known that Janet would become her Golden Jeanie, her honeyed skin and ice blue eyes like sapphires from Ceylon, just cried out to be transformed, and that is exactly what Ariana started to do.

With the blonde’s skimpy clothes removed, the gypsy wiped away the green eyeshadow and replaced it with a yellow flecked with gold, her eyelashes too were teased and filled with glistening mascara. Layer upon layer of deep red was applied to her full kissable lips and her cheeks were lightly rouged. Whilst she worked, the enchantress kept talking softly to her enraptured victim, taking her ever deeper into her mistress’s desire. More gold flecks were showered over Jeanie’s naked flesh and hair, which was still in a ponytail, although now a golden ribbon secured it.

Ariana knew that time was not on her side, even allowing for her brother extending the length of each ride on the magic carpet as she had asked, and there almost being a guarantee that the girls would have to queue to get on it, they would be back in less than an hour. So with her rapid painting complete, Ariana started to dress her brand new Jeanie.

Adriana took a narrow, sheer chiffon scarf with golden threads running through it and laid it over the top of Jeanie’s head, she tied it beneath her sprouting ponytail and teased out her fringe so that it exploded over her forehead. Her wonderful breasts, that Ariana had so enjoyed fondling when she had the young blonde on her bed being told her future, were encased in a gold lace bra, trimmed along the band with small gilded bells that tinkled softly as they brushed against her soft skin.

Little gilt bells, hanging from thin threads, also adorned the gold leather armlet she wore on her right upper arm, mirroring the band around her left ankle. Her perfectly flat midriff was bare save for a light blue stone in her navel that matched her sparkling eyes.

The gold leather waistband of her full length chiffon silk skirt that hung in deep folds when she was still was hung low on hips that were made for swaying, and when they did the skirt came alive and flowed in soft whispering waves, the sheer fabric offering enticing glimpses of her long naked legs and her moist, bare pussy.

“Perfect.” Ariana said out loud as she admired her latest creation before leading the docile creature to the bed, laying her down to sleep until she was needed.

“I think Janet had the right idea.” Karen said as she let her feet find terra firma once more, although it didn’t at that moment feel that firm, and the hint of terror was still in her chest.

“That was awesome!” Emily said, although she too had feared she would see her dinner once again as the big dipper had lurched and thrown them this way and that

“I’m not surprised there was such a queue!” She added as she glanced at her watch and exclaiming. “Oh crikey! We’ve been gone the best part of an hour!”

“Janet won’t be pleased.” Karen said as they headed off as fast as they could across the fairground to Ariana’s home on wheels.

When they arrived, a little breathless, Ariana was leaning nonchalantly against the side of the caravan. “Did your friend not find you?” She asked in a voice that made Karen’s recovering legs feel less than stable again.

“That, I must admit, young miss, I did not see.” She allowed, nodding towards a slightly smiling Emily

“Has she been gone long?” Karen asked, a hint of apprehension colouring her tone.

“No more than five minutes. She said she would get something to eat and return here if she didn’t find you at the magic carpet. Do not worry, I have seen her future and know she is safe.” Ariana informed them with such conviction that Janet’s friends actually believed her.

“Now I foresee.” Ariana intoned as her dark eyes met Karen’s soft green ones, sending a shiver of desire or fear or both down the pretty redhead’s spine and a rosy glow to her cheeks. “I will show our dark haired sister her fate, whilst you, my psychic friend, will go and satisfy that secret sweet tooth of yours, candy floss I believe is your favourite.”

“Look, lady.” Emily said putting her hands on her hips and her feet apart in classic ‘I’m the boss around here’ pose. “Why do you think I would want to have my fortune told? Why don’t you do Karen instead.”

Without any sign of tension or annoyance, Ariana stared down the stroppy student in no time flat. “Oh I will, as you put it, do you’re redheaded friend, but not just yet.

“How,” Ariana enquired. “Will you be able to debunk all I have told your friends if you have not experienced my, shall we say for your benefit, act?”

The argument was compelling and as Karen encouraged. “Go on, Em. I really would like some cotton candy before I hear what the future will hold for me.”

“Oh alright.” Emily surrendered. “But you know I don’t believe a word of this hocus-pocus, it’s just like she says I want to prove she’s a fake.”

“All I ask.” The gypsy said as she guided a still reluctant Emily towards her lair. “Is that you have an open mind.” Whilst she added to herself “Open and empty.”

Like an action replay but with a different subject, Emily’s hair brushed the crystal wind chime as she entered. But this time, Ariana ignored it, even as the sound triggered a response in the slumbering Jeanie behind the velvet curtains that now were partially drawn; but as the candelabra had been moved nearer to the door, the space behind the curtain was like a black void.

With a flourish of her arm, the fortune maker guided the still sulky brunette to the box seat that faced away from the door whilst she seated herself opposite.

“Let me see.” Ariana mused as she regarded her client come victim. “Should I read your palm or have you shuffle and deal the tarot cards?”

A smile lifted the corner of the gypsy’s bee stung lips as she explained why neither was appropriate. “No, not those, they are too open to my interpretation, I could say I had seen anything in them. For you, my little cynic, I think I need to ask my genie to let you see your future for yourself.”

“You’re genie!“ Emily laughed.

“Be careful at what you scoff, if you doubt my powers, so be it, but I warn you not to question those of my genie.”

“Ohhh, I’m scared. Beware the genie, what will he do enchant me?” Emily said in a mocking tone.

The gypsy ignored the young woman’s sarcasm. ”She may well do just that.”

With flourish she whipped the gold cloth off the crystal ball and said. “Yes, you shall see it for yourself.”

Ariana theatrically held her arms up in front of her, the wide chiffon cuffs falling away to reveal her slender forearms. Slowly she ran the tip of her right index finger down from her left wrist to her elbow, repeating the motion with her left before lowering her arms and turning her hands palms up, then palms down. “See I have nothing up my sleeves.”

The gypsy put her hands against the side of the glass ball and lifted it clear of the supporting tripod before balancing it on the palm of her left hand, her long slender fingers supporting it.

Like a diner with a brandy snifter she slowly moved the ball in small anticlockwise circles while her right hand, fingers splayed, orbited it like a moon. “Watch my hands very closely, don’t let Ariana trick you. Don’t let the light catching my ring distract you.” She soothed in her accented soft voice, and, just as she knew it would, Emily’s brain ignored the negatives.

“That’s right, my sweet, watch Ariana’s pretty ring as it circles the globe, so soothing so relaxing, just look at the ring and listen to my voice.”

Ariana watched Emily’s face intently as it moved almost imperceptibly as she followed the orb and the gypsy’s purple jewelled ring. The young woman’s breathing slowed as the sultry enchantress soothed her with soft words.

Gently Ariana started to stand and moved around the table, her hands still circling with and around the clear sphere. As Ariana moved, her white top was no longer lighting the ball, and it was replaced by the dark drapes and the even darker space between. Emily gasped as the ball went dark. “See, my sweet, she is coming, my beautiful genie is coming.” Ariana said, and with a soft tinkle of bells. Jeanie stepped out from between the parted drapes.

Emily nearly looked up at the sound of the bells but Ariana, who was now behind the half enchanted young woman, their black hair mingling as one, as her wine dark lips directed Emily’s attention back to the globe pointing with her purple ringed finger.

“See,” Ariana instructed. “My genie wakes from the blackness, Emily.”

Emily peered hard at the centre of the glass and saw a golden figure, distorted by the ball, which was a pity for without the fish eye effect, Jeanie was ravishing.

On bare feet, each toe ringed, each nail polished gold, the now fully animated doll approached her mistress and the girl who had been Janet’s friend but who now, as she slowly fell into Ariana’s power, was unknown to Jeanie. Following the future her mistress had ordained for her, Jeanie reached out to towards the crystal ball that Ariana was still holding in front of her captive’s now glazed chocolate brown eyes.

To Emily, as she stared into the centre of the slowly moving sphere, it appeared as if a pair of hands were reaching out towards her from within the crystal ball, the gold painted nails like hungry talons and she started to draw back, but Ariana soothed her. “It’s all right my sweet girl. My genie will not harm you, she comes only to lead you into your future.”

As she spoke, her left hand passed between the orb and the enraptured girls eyes and, with practiced ease, Ariana moved the crystal ball away so that as her obscuring hand moved away Emily was staring not at the ball but at the bright jewel in Jeanie’s navel that shimmied to the soft sound of metal bells and whispering silk.

“Come with me.” A voice said.

Slowly Emily lifted her head and saw the genie smiling with cherry red lips and holding out a hand that no longer appeared threatening, her fingers beckoned her to stand and take hold of it.

“Go with her, my sweet. Her words are my words, listen to her as she weaves the cloth I desire you to be.” Ariana sighed, her mouth so close to Emily’s ear that her breath warmed the girl’s throat.

Slowly, Emily rose and Jeanie took her hands in hers and moved back towards the curtains. As far as Emily was concerned Jeanie floated inches above the floor, a vision of light and sound as she led her willingly into the dark interior of her mistress’s lair.

Ariana followed the two girls, picking up one of the large candelabra which she placed behind the curtain, its flickering light sparkling off her Jeanie who had already removed Emily’s cardigan and was whispering words that Ariana couldn’t hear but knew what they were all the same, for as she had told Emily, Jeanie’s words were the gypsy’s own.

Closing the curtain, Ariana went outside to wait for Karen to return, confident that her Jeanie would induct her latest addition fully and that when the time was right they would do everything she desired.

The air outside was still warm and a lot of the people, especially those with children were starting to drift away. When Karen saw Ariana standing alone she felt a stirring of panic, along with other things. “Don’t tell me Janet hasn’t come back yet. I’ve looked everywhere for her.” Karen said.

“Do not worry, my red-haired friend,” Ariana’s accented voice soothed. “Janet was waiting outside when I finally gave up trying to convince Emily that I could tell her what her future would be.” The smile that touched her lips was infectious; Karen could well imagine her truculent friend refusing to be convinced of the gypsy’s powers.

“So where are they?” Karen asked, still a little concerned about her roommates.

Ariana took a step closer to Karen, passing beyond that point at which a person feels comfortable, her perfume, redolent of roses, filling the void between them. Ariana lifted her hand until her fingers rested beneath Karen’s chin, her thumb brushed just below Karen’s almost trembling lips, before putting the thumb in her own mouth, tasting the small particle of burnt sugar. “Cotton candy is so messy sometimes.” The gypsy said after removing her thumb and letting the tip of her tongue clean her kissable lips.

Karen felt her legs start to tremble, but she still wanted to know what had happened to her friends.

“They said they would see you later.” Ariana assured her, adding “They mentioned something about gooseberries.”

Karen flushed a lovely pink. ‘Oh my god!’ She thought. ‘They are trying to set me up with this woman.’ She knew it was the sort of thing they would do, they had tried to get her to go out with some of their fellow students who were openly gay, as if being gay meant you’d go out with anyone of the same persuasion, but this was a different proposition.

Before Karen could say anything else, Ariana slipped her arm through Karen’s, just as her friends had done earlier, just as she loved them to do; it was a sign of closeness that meant a lot to her. “The night is beautiful, no?” Ariana enquired. “Let us take a stroll before I show you my powers, for I know you will not doubt me, and it would be such a shame not to take advantage of your friends good deed.”

Swallowing hard, and unable to speak Karen simply allowed herself to be led away from the caravan, back towards the fairground. With fewer people around Karen found she enjoyed looking at the various stalls and games, especially with such a beautiful escort, and, although they drew several glances, there was not one whistling wolf to be heard, no one dared.

They talked of nothing and everything. At first Karen, remembering what Emily had said, thought that the seeress was just trying to find things out about her so she could appear all knowing later on, and so was a little guarded in her replies. But gradually she relaxed as she realised she really liked being with Ariana, she liked the way she spoke, the way she smelt, the way she looked and especially the way she felt.

They stopped by a small stall selling marshmallows where a large bowl of melted chocolate sat over a small brazier. Eschewing the wooden sticks, Ariana picked up one of the squishy sweets, and holding it between the tips of her thumb and index finger immersed it in the sweet sticky goo. Small drops like liquid brown silk dropped back in to the pot as she removed the candy, and Ariana held up the coated confection to Karen’s already opening mouth, placing the offering on Karen’s waiting tongue.

The confection melted delightfully in her mouth, her lips curling into a thankful smile that was returned by Ariana as she lifted her sticky fingers towards her own mouth.

Amazed at her own boldness, Karen reached out and took hold of the gypsy’s wrist, and said. “I believe that chocolate is mine.” She parted her lips and slowly, oh so very slowly, pushed Ariana’s unresisting finger into her mouth, her tongue sliding around the digit, cleaning it thoroughly and all the while their eyes were locked together, speaking much more than words ever could. With the finger cleaned Karen turned her lips and her attention to Ariana’s thumb.

The man behind the counter of the stall didn’t watch any of the overtly sexual display, or at least not so that anyone, especially Ariana, would be able to catch him doing so.

“I think it is time we did your telling now.” Ariana said, as she reluctantly removed her thumb from Karen’s warm, wet orifice, the young girl licking her lips seductively. Karen didn’t object in the slightest as she felt Ariana’s hand slip into hers, their fingers entwining, and silently they headed back to the dark secluded area where the gypsy had her abode.

When they reached the caravan, Ariana hung a closed sign over the easel and stood on the bottom step and held out her hand once more. “Come in, my sweet.” Ariana purred like a cat that had got the cream. With a smile Karen took the proffered hand and followed the gypsy inside and, for the third time that night the crystal wind chime announced a new visitor and like the last time it was answered from behind the drawn dividing curtains by a soft tinkling of bells.

Karen half expected, and more than half desired that Ariana would kiss her right there and then, but she didn’t, instead she unswagged the drapes by the door, a sign to the outside world that she did not want to be, nor would she tolerate being, interrupted.

Putting a hand on the small of Karen’s back, Ariana guided her would be lover to the small table and sat her on the seat, her back to the velvet drapes and settled herself opposite. She stacked the tarot cards and moved the crystal ball to one side. Laying her right hand, palm up on the cloth, Ariana asked for Karen’s left hand.

Without demure, Karen placed the back of her hand into the welcoming embrace of Ariana’s long slender fingers, her heart beating fit to burst as her desire was fanned by the strong but gentle touch.

For a few seconds Ariana sat in silence peering at the thin lines etched into Karen’s warm, slightly trembling palm. There followed a few inanities about long life and happiness before she looked up and fixed Karen with her eyes. “I see a dilemma here, my sweet. I had hoped to see myself at the top of your list of desires but.”

Karen panicked. She wanted this woman so badly, needed to feel her loving arms wrapped around her as she tasted her heavenly flesh and licked those wonderful breasts that her chiffon top only just managed to veil. “You came right in at number three.” She blurted. ‘Oh no! I didn’t mean to say that, think woman, think!’ Fear that she would lose her newfound desire before she had a chance to experience her was written plainly on Karen’s pale, freckled face.

“What,” Ariana asked softly. “Would you do if I could fulfil your true desire? Let you touch and kiss and fondle those young bodies that have filled your fantasies for so long now. It has been so hard for you, I know, having to see them everyday, so near and yet completely unavailable, watching them parade around your flat, letting you help to choose clothes that will make them look so sexy, and all for the benefit of some man!

Karen hadn’t noticed, but Ariana now held her right hand as well as her left, the gypsy’s thumbs gently caressing her palms, and her eyes, those deep pools of midnight blue were fixed on hers. Karen knew, that even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to look away, and she certainly didn’t want to, even if what Ariana was saying was impossible, the way she said it made it sound like the easiest thing in the world for her.

“Well, sweetness? Would you give yourself to me afterwards, become a traveller like me and live here in this caravan, will you dance with me around the fire before warming my bed and serving my body?” Ariana asked.

“Yes.” Karen replied without needing to think. Right then she would probably have signed away her soul let alone her body. Just the thought of being carnal with her two friends, tasting their sweet young flesh, feeling their juices flow at her touch set her whole body alight with desire, and the price, to be forever with this enchanting vision, well it wasn’t a price, it would be a reward.

“Then so be it.” Ariana said as she stood, and lifting Karen’s hands she drew the young woman to her feet. She let go of Karen’s palms and, as if falling through treacle, the redhead’s arms dropped back limply at her side, for she was already falling under the dusky sorceress’s spell.

“Close you eyes, my sweet and make your wish.” Ariana said and watched as Karen’s long lashes fluttered and her eyelids shut obediently. As the redhead’s mind filled with images of her two friends, Ariana quickly pulled a sash cord and the dividing curtains split and opened to reveal the tableau she had designed.

Her Jeanie was frozen, locked into a passionate embrace with an equally rigid Egyptian priestess, their lips millimetres from a warm kiss, their hands hovering just above each other’s body. Ariana allowed her self a few seconds to appreciate her Jeanie’s work. Her trust in the young blonde had been well placed; Emily was a true vision.

As she had been directed, Jeanie had dressed Emily in a white, satin silk top and skirt that were trimmed around the waist and just below her breasts with gold leather, her stomach bare between the gilded bands. The sleeveless top hung in soft cowls, leaving her shoulder blades bare and the satin fabric flowing like waves over her firm round breasts. Hidden from sight between those delicious fleshy mounds, hanging from one of many chains and torcs, was the very crystal Ariana had used to ensnare her Jeanie. The skirt came to mid calf and was slit up one side exposing her milky white thigh.

Her eyes were outlined in kohl and her lips painted a dark purple, and a diadem, trimmed with small cold coins sat around her head, and gold bangles adorned her arms and ankles.

Ariana would have loved to watch the girls become these living statues, the very act of attempting to complete the kiss they both now longed for freezing their whole bodies, leaving them just waiting to hear the magic word that would release them, enabling them to fulfil there assigned task. But she had needed to be with Karen, leaving Jeanie time to work her mistress’s magic.

Satisfied that everything was just as she had planned, Ariana returned to Karen and placed her hands on the young girls shoulders.

“Keep your eyes closed, and keep wishing for your hearts desire, my sweetness.” Ariana said as she turned her towards the frozen scene, adding the words that would breathe life and lust anew into her statues. “If you hear the sound of bells, open your eyes and find your wish fulfilled.”

With the words breaking the spell, Jeanie’s lips brushed softly against Emily’s, hinting at pleasures to come, her hand moving to cup the brunette’s breast making the bells on her armlet ringing softly. At the sound Karen opened her eyes and blinked as she saw the drama in front of her and gasped out loud.

The sound, as they had been told it would, disturbed the would be lovers and they turned their heads towards it, and Karen knew they really were her flatmates, in spite of the strange clothes and their even stranger behaviour. “Aren’t they beautiful?” Ariana whispered in Karen’s ear.

“Karen.” The two puppets said in chorus as they broke their embrace and turned fully to face her, their hands making slow beckoning motions, the fingers, with their newly painted nails, enticing her towards them and the large silk covered bed that lay behind. “Come, Karen.” They encouraged. “Come and join us, let us show you what our mistress showed to us.”

She hadn’t meant to, but Karen stepped closer, the scent of roses growing stronger, she didn’t even notice Ariana’s hands gently propelling her towards her desire, and her fate.

“Yes.” The Genie and the priestess almost hissed as she drew ever closer, their need for her growing with each step. “Come to us, Karen. Be with us”

Before she knew it, she was right in front of the two enchantresses, their hands stroking her bare arms, whispering. “Welcome, Karen, welcome to our mistresses world, we are here to help you, to give you what you have always desired and what we too have longed for, even if we did not know it before.”

The way the two girls spoke as one unnerved Karen, but she didn’t resist as Jeanie moved behind her, a hand resting on Karen’s shoulder as she moved her mouth closer to the redhead’s ear.

“I, I don’t understand.” Karen stuttered.

“Let us show you.” The pair intoned softly, Jeanie’s lips brushing the lobe of Karen’s ear as Emily reached inside her silken top and brought forth the crystal pendant.

“Isn’t it beautiful.” Jeanie said, her eyes fixed on the gemstone, remembering her own induction. She reached out and touched the jewel, sending it spinning, its many facets catching the light and throwing a rainbow of colours across Emily’s white top.

Karen couldn’t believe this was happening, that the objects of her long held fantasies were actually here, making advances to her. Without knowing it Karen let her left hand rest against Jeanie’s chiffon covered thigh, feeling the toned muscles beneath as Jeanie whispered the words that would entrance her friend. From her vantage point off to Karen’s right Ariana saw Karen’s hand reach up and stroke the outside of Emily’s breast, just as Jeanie told her to do, and the gypsy knew that her third conquest of the night, the one she had anticipated the most, was all but complete

With Ariana’s vicarious words being spoken by her Jeanie, Karen swiftly fell under the gypsy’s spell. Accepting her fate, she complied willingly to Jeanie’s directions, leaning forward to kiss Emily hungrily, but her hunger was not satiated, for as her tongue slipped between the welcoming lips of the brunette, Karen passed into dark oblivion, her will given over to the sultry gypsy, with the long black hair and deep dark eyes.

Between the three of them Karen was very soon lying unconscious on Ariana’s bed dressed as a titian haired version of her mistress and listening to what the future would be for her.

When her final marionette was finished Ariana glanced at the clock beside her bed, it was already 11pm but she decided there was still time to take her reward for her hard night’s work.

Six hands removed Ariana’s clothes, their awestruck faces drinking in the sight of the woman they loved, honoured and above all else, obeyed. Ariana reclined, her back against the pile of silk pillows each of her captives had lain against as they were changed into what Ariana had decided they would become, and she graciously accepted their offerings.

Emily knelt by her mistress’s feet, her head bent in supplication, her tongue and lips paying homage to the sweet nectar her wonderful mistress provided for her, like a flower feeding a hungry bee.

Karen lay on Ariana’s right, Jeanie on her left and they sucked and licked the gypsy’s dark brown nipples. Her strong slender fingers entwined in their hair, pulling first one and then the other’s mouth to hers, her tongue exploring their warm, wet cavities before returning them to her breasts.

That first time, as it always was, was hurried but satisfying, her cum slicking Emily’s milky white cheeks, the other two panting, with their lipstick smeared across their faces and Ariana’s breasts.

As she recovered her composure she told the girls to wash their faces and then help her to get dressed once more before following her like lap dogs into the rear half of the van where she at them in a row on one of the bench seats and told them what would happen next, finishing with a “remember nothing, my dears.”

With their new orders implanted, the three new sisters helped each other to dress in the clothes they had arrived in and then sat on the bench once more.

Ariana brushed the crystal wind chime and the three girls, no longer sisters or Ariana’s pets, opened their eyes, each had been given a quick version of what had happened that night, they each ‘remembered’ watching the other two have their fortunes told and they were now finished and as it was so late they were heading straight home.

Ariana waved them off as they discussed what they thought the gypsy had told them, Karen showing the other two her mons Venus. So intent were they, the never heard Ariana’s parting words. “Good night, my dears.” Adding with a hungry smile. “Until later.”

The girls walked home without a care in the world and on reaching their shared house each went to her own room; where she wrote a letter to her parents saying the three of them were dropping out of college and going travelling. They then packed a suitcase and met once more in the hall.

They waited, silently and patiently until they heard a soft knock on the door and without a word followed Ariana’s father down the path to his pickup.

The girls followed the bags into the back, eager now to start their new life, to have their fortunes made real.

“Three!” Harold said to his daughter as he climbed into the cab of his truck. “And all of them gorgeous, they should keep you warm this winter, my girl before they’re sold at the spring horse fair.”

“Two.” Ariana said dispassionately.

“What?” Harold queried as he turned his head to look at his daughter.

Slowly Ariana’s head also turned, her almost black eyes glinting demanding her father’s attention. “There were only two, papa. A blonde and a brunette.”

A puzzled look spread across Harold’s face as the words slipped into his mind, changing his reality until his daughter’s words became his truth, and with a shake of his head he said, shoring up the lie in his mind. “That’s what I said. Two, and each as pretty as a peach.”

Ariana turned and looked at the girls in the back, two for sale and one for her to keep.