It was not a very elegant carving; the proportions were all wrong and its eyes bulged. But it represented a triumph for Victor. After many hours of work he had finally caught a glimpse of light in the obscure algebraic symbols that filled the computer printout Julie had given him. He also saw a way to test if what he had deduced was true.

He had to put his idea to the test because it seemed to be almost insane: what if the book that called itself a manual of magic were quite simply that?

Taking a small ivory carving of a deer that stood on his desk he placed it in the centre of his writing pad. Around it he sketched some formulae taken from the printout and above the figurine he clumsily sketched the figure of a frog. Then he sat and stared.

To an observer in the room he would have seemed to be doing nothing. But as he applied his mind to the techniques outlined in the "Introductory Grimoire" his heart began to pump harder and harder. Flashes of hot and cold ran up and down his skin and he felt as if he was pushing against a huge weight. Then suddenly it was as if he found the point to lever the weight aside. He found that he knew how to focus his mind in the way needed and with an audible click the strain disappeared.

Before his eyes the ivory flowed like wax and took on a new shape. Victor exhaled and saw that the pencil drawing had become that of a deer and the ivory had taken on the shape of his drawing.

Trembling with the effort, Victor sat back in his chair. Now that he had experienced what magic was like he had the key to the rest of the manuscript. He saw where this path could take him. There were many ways he could use and refine the basic technique. He must contact...

"No, I don't think I can allow that!"

Victor looked up at the sound of the calm, slightly accented voice. Seated in one of his arm-chairs dressed in a fine silk robe was Thergo, just as in the photo Julie had shown him. He smiled in amusement at Victor's open-mouthed astonishment.

"When a man uses the powers that you have discovered, he will make a...call it a noise. A disturbance in the ether that can be heard by those more advanced in the Art. Later one learns to shield one's actions from the senses of others. But when you (most ingeniously) changed that statuette it was as if you had shouted "Here I am! Come and get me!" And so I did."

Victor slumped back in his seat. Only for a moment did he consider trying to use his newfound knowledge to fight Thergo. There would be no contest. He didn't have a hope against someone who had mastered the Art he had only just begun to explore. Beside it was clear that Thergo could look right into his mind and read his intentions before he had even clearly formed them.

"What now?" he managed to say, "Death?"

"Oh no," smiled Thergo, "That would be wasteful! I hate waste. Looking into your thoughts as you wove your first spell, I liked what I saw. You have a lively mind; you found a way new to me to focus your thoughts on the subject of your spell. I'd like to have that talent on my side. I'd like you to work for me. What do you say?"

Hope stirred in Victor's heart. But cautiously he said: "You have plenty of followers."

"Slaves and servants, I have plenty of. I can teach them how to use the magic I make but not to make it themselves. What I offer you is a chance to be my student, my apprentice. When you had mastered what I have to teach (and I do not think it would take you long) you would become my chief of research. You would use my knowledge of magic and your knowledge of the science of this world and combine the two to strengthen both. You would eventually be my second in command. Only my other apprentice would be your equal in my organisation."

"But at what price?"

"Oh do not fear. I would not damage that lovely mind of yours by enslaving it. You would have to accept a geas, a magical oath, not to harm me or my interests. But your emotions would be untouched. I want at least one associate who can warn me when I make mistakes and does not worship the ground I walk on. What do you say?"

There was complete silence for several seconds as Victor struggled to organise his thoughts and overcome his distrust for the magician.

Then Thergo spoke again:" "Perhaps if I show you a little of what can be yours if you agree. Now let me see, what is your particular desire? Power? No. Wealth? Not really. Women?...no a particular woman. Ah, yes. That will do nicely to illustrate my point."

Thergo rose from his armchair and concentrated for a moment before gesturing at one wall of Victor's apartment. It seemed to dissolve and Victor found he was looking into the apartment next door. It was a place that his thoughts often fled to when, driven by lonely lust he fantasised about his lovely next door neighbour Susan, a post-graduate student. The two men seemed to be looking right into the sitting room where Susan sat at a desk, writing, wearing only an old dressing gown. She was blonde and her long curly hair hung well down her back.

"This is the one you were thinking of?" said Thergo.

Dry-mouthed, Victor could only nod. Susan did not seem to have noticed that they were watching her.

The door to the hall opened and Susan looked up and smiled as another young woman, a red-head, came in carrying an armful of groceries through to the kitchen.

"I don't think you'll object if I give you her room mate as a bonus. Now let me see..."

"Judith...."

"What?" The red-haired student bent over the fridge as she stored the last of the shopping.

"I....Could you come here. PLEASE!"

The distress was easy to hear in Susan's voice. Puzzled, Judith came into the sitting room.

"What's the...Oh!"

Susan was standing by her desk. Her legs were spread wide to show that between her ankles ran a length of bright golden chain.

"Where did that come from?"

"I don't know. I just heard this clinking sound and when I looked down, there it was! Get it off me!"

Judith knelt and examined the chain. It ran between two golden, seamless anklets which seemed to have no means of being unlocked.

"I can't even see how you got it on, never mind how to get it off. We'd need a hacksaw to make any impression on it."

"Well get one then!"

Judith looked up at her friend. She had thought for a moment that she was playing some form of game but now she heard real fear in the blonde girl's voice.

"All right, just keep calm. I'll see what we have in the tool box."

She rose to her feet and turned to the door. She took only one pace before she stumbled and fell to the ground. Looking down she saw that what had tripped her had been an identical set of chains and shackles about her own ankles. She looked up into Susan's face and saw her own fear reflected there.

"Susie, what's happening to us?"

"I don't know! None of this makes sense. What's that?"

"What?"

"Around your neck."

Judith reached up and felt a ring of metal sealed around her throat.

"A collar." she said tonelessly as Susan knelt beside her. "You're wearing one too. There's writing on it."

"What does it say?"

"'I am Susan, the Slave of...'"

"'The Slave of...' The slave of who?"

"It doesn't say."

"Oh God!" She looked at the other's collar. "Yours says 'I am Judith, the Slave of...' What's happening to us? Judy, what's wrong?"

("Now let me show you a speciality of mine." muttered Thergo. "Body Magic and Transformation")

"I don't know...I feel...I feel...Oh! Oh get it off!"

Frantically she tore at her dress, ripping it and throwing it from her body. Beneath her breasts seemed to be straining to escape the confines of her bra which had grown far too small for them.

"Ahhhhh, it hurts!"

Hurriedly she unhooked the bra and threw it away. She cupped her tender breasts in her hands. It seemed as if her flesh was rippling beneath her fingers.

"Susie, look! They're growing!"

Before the two girls astonished eyes, the red-head's modest bust was growing, visibly growing larger. They swelled until the astonished girl held breasts that must be 44 Ds.

"God, what's happening to me?"

"Are they...Are they real?"

Susan reached forward and felt the weight and size of her friend's magnificent new endowment. A strange light came into her eyes.

"They're real! They are! Oh they're gorgeous!"

To Judith's astonishment Susan leant forward and took the nipple of the huge right breast in her mouth and began to suck, to kiss, lick and bite it.

"Susie, stop that! No! Stop! Oh. Oh. I. Oh."

Then she stopped protesting and held the blonde's head to her. She closed her eyes and just let the sensations flood over her. She opened her eyes again when the stimulation stopped.

She looked around and saw that she and Susie were in a strange room. It was hung with rich curtains and decorated like something out of the Arabian Nights. The two girls knelt side by side on rich carpet at the foot of a huge double bed. Somehow all their clothes had vanished except for the collars and chains. A second set of chains now linked their wrists. Susan was holding her own breasts which had also grown to an amazing size.

"Look, Judy! Aren't they lovely?"

Susie seemed delighted with the transformation and not at all frightened. Frightened? The thought seemed to Judith to belong to someone else. Why should she be frightened? Susan caught hold of the other girl's hands and brought them up to her breasts.

"Touch me," she said and Judith found herself stroking and squeezing and bringing the other girl's nipples erect.

"Susie, what's happened to our clothes?"

The question didn't seem all that important, but she was curious.

"We don't need them any more, silly. We're slaves now."

"Oh yes, that's right! Is that nice?"

"Very nice. You lay back. There now..."

Susan's fingers reached down and parted the red-head's labia. Judith sighed happily and looked around.

"There's no way into this place. No doors or windows. How do we get in and out?"

"Oh don't worry! We just have to wait for the Master to come for us."

"Oh, that's alright then. Will he be long?"

"I don't think so. Now be still and let me get you ready for him."

The two women kissed deeply and then moved into a 69 position. Little sighs of contentment and arousal emerged from the pile of tangled flesh on the thick carpet.

Thergo turned to Victor:

"They are yours if you agree."

"And if not?"

"There will be three new slaves in my harem."

Victor was a realist. If he had any chance he would have fought. But as it was...

"What must I do?"

"No signing in blood. Just take my hand."

A firm handshake and Victor felt a fire course through his body. When he looked down on himself he saw that he was naked and that his skinny, awkward frame had been transmuted into something more like Mr Universe. What was more his prick had grown in size from the modest six inches he was always so self-effacing about to a hefty eight incher, increasing in girth at the same time. He looked at Thergo.

"A small bonus. You can begin your duties in the morning. Go and enjoy yourself for now."

Victor nodded and strode forward into the transparent wall. He found himself in the Arabic bedroom, standing over two flushed and intertwined bodies.

"Slaves!"

The two women disentangled themselves in an instant and looked up at him with adoration in their eyes.

"Master!" They spoke as one and in unison bent to kiss his feet as a sign of obeisance.

Victor smiled. This looked like a good deal!

"Stand up slaves!"

The two women rose to their feet and stood before him, their eyes respectfully lowered. Victor strode around them, inspecting them from every angle, savouring the moment. It was hard to decide which was the more beautiful. They both had gorgeous figures, their breasts large and firm, their backsides full and wide, nearly covered by the long perfect hair that tumbled down their backs. Victor snapped his fingers, the way he had always dreamed of doing, and at the masterful gesture the two women looked up and he beckoned the blonde forward.

She stepped closer, nervous and anxious to please. With a shock of pleasure Victor realised that Thergo had taken six inches off her height, making her a cuddly little handful.

"Name, slave?"

"Susie, if it please you, Master."

"Ah, yes. Am I going to have any problems with you, girl?"

"Master?"

"I have heard that you are sometimes proud and disobedient. Is that so, little slave?"

"I...I would never dare disobey my Master."

"No? Go and fetch the whip from the wall over there. You, come here." The other slave stepped forward as the blonde went and got the punishment tool from where it hung.

"Name?"

"Judy, if it please you, Master."

"Yes, it pleases me well enough. Ah the whip, yes. Punishment position, both of you!"

Victor wondered where he had got that phrase from. The two slaves seemed to know it however and after exchanging a worried glance fell to their knees and bent their heads to the floor with their arses high in the air.

"This is just to remind you who is Master here. You have my permission to cry out."

With a whistle the blades of the slave-whip came down on the backs and arses of the two women. They began to cry out, begging their Master to spare them, be kind to them, please no, please Master. But Victor had a huge lump of rage to work out, rage at being ignored or laughed at by women. He did not stop until the women's backs were bruised and welted and he could feel his breath coming hard and ragged. Exhausted he sat down hard on the bed and threw the whip into a corner.

"Kneel up, sluts." The two slaves raised their tear stained faces to him. He felt as if he had purged something from inside himself. Now he was ready to begin to be their Master in earnest.

"You will not be punished again unless you displease me. Are you going to displease me?"

"No, Master!"

"No, never, Master!"

"And who is the Master here?"

"You are, Master!"

"You are the Master! We are only your slaves. Let us serve you, please!"

Susie was almost in tears as she made this passionate entreaty. Victor nodded, well pleased.

"Come here then both of you, and show me what you can do to please your Master."

Timidly the two women came forward, still on their knees. Once again they did obeisance to their Master, kissing his feet, Judy on the left and Susie on the right. But this time they did not stop at the feet but continued to run their lithe, wet, tongues up his legs, kissing and nibbling bits of flesh as they went until they reached his cock. Already it had begun to harden as the slaves' bodies, their firm, full breasts had rubbed along his legs. Now they began to lick and kiss it, like a a magically growing, hardening lollipop. Judy licked and kissed Victor's balls as Susie gently nibbled up the length of the cock before popping it into her hot, educated mouth. Victor moaned with pleasure.

As he felt his climax begin to build he forced himself to growl: "Hold!" The two slaves looked up the length of his body at him, expectantly awaiting orders. He breathed deeply and reveled for a moment in the beauty of their breasts as they depended from their bodies and the moist scent of their aroused bodies. Which one to have first?...Eeeny meeny miny mo...

"You! Get up here! On all fours. Quickly slut!"

Judy hurried to obey and presented her rear to her Master's huge erection. Victor ran his cock the length of her pussy lips before pausing with the swollen purple tip just outside the mouth of her vagina.

"Alright, we don't want anybody left out. You there, get up on the bed and let the other slut lick you out."

Instantly Susie scrambled onto the bed. She winced as she lay her tender back on the bed and then moaned as Judy's mouth touched her pussy. Victor thrust hard at the pussy presented before him and the whole lovely tangle of bodies began to move together as they all built towards the first climax of many that evening.

As he felt himself begin to come Victor thought: I don't know what the pay is as Thergo's apprentice, but the fringe benefits are just fine!

When Julie came to Victor's apartment that evening she found that the place was deserted. All the furniture had gone and the building supervisor couldn't account for it going. No moving vans or workmen had been seen all day. The apartment next door, the home of two female graduate students was likewise empty.

And tacked to the wall in Victor's apartment was a note addressed to her. It said: My dear Ms Wellbeloved, King takes Bishop. Check! - C.T. It burst into flame moments after being opened. Julie was alone again.

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