	Jim knew that over the course of the past few weeks, his Powers had grown.  He was capable of two more spells, one of both the First and Second Circles of Power.  This brought his count up to three First and Two Second all in the same day of memorization and use.  Jim was impatient to crack the Third Circle of Power, but knew that it would take patience and practice.  And what better way to practice, than in the profitable way he had with Mitch and Alison.  Between the five thousand dollars he had from Mitch, and the money he could drain from her accounts, Jim knew that he had nothing to worry about in this department anymore.  It was time for some more experimentation, and Jim prepared spells of sleep, charm, magic arrow, and two of invisibility that morning.  The sleep spell had been effective for twenty minutes when he tested it on Alison.  Another time he had cast it at a murder of crows and nearly a dozen fell from their perches for a snooze for a similar twenty minutes.

	Ready to test his Powers again, Jim drove out from the cabin, passing through the small town, and another two hours away across state borders.  He continued until he found a smaller city, most likely of fifty thousand or so souls.  Inevitabley, they had a Walmart, and Jim took advantage of the anonymity the throngs of people would provide.  He parked in a corner section of the massive parking lot that looked least used.  After making sure no one was watching him, he slid down the seat and out of sight.  On the floorboards, he plucked an eyelash, placing it in a wad of gum he had been chewing.  The material component ready, Jim cast his invisibility spell.  Jim finished uttering the final words and opened his eyes.  He could still see himself.  He laughed, wondering what was wrong, and sat up in the driver's seat.  He gasped as his eyes caught the rear view mirror.  He wasn't there.  It had worked!  Jim giggled uncontrollabley.  It worked!  He laughed like a maniac for another few minutes, allowing it all out now so that his amusement did not give his position away later.  Jim made sure the coast was clear, and got out of his truck.  He wandered around a few minutes, until he saw a worker heading straight for him.  The little old man was collecting carts, and he did not glance at Jim as he performed his job.  Jim flicked him off.  The man did not respond.  Jim silently continued making all sorts of rude gestures, but the man did not so much as blink.  It really was working, Jim quickly realized.  Jim strode confidently towards the store entrance.  He spent a few hours wandering the store, looking for a way to use his spells most effectively.  He did find out that objects he picked up after the spell of invisibility had been cast did not become invisible.  He smiled inwardly at the idea of aghast customers and store employees seeing merchandise seemingly float on the door on its own.  He did not want to get caught just yet!  Jim also spent most of his time dodging heavy foot traffic.  As he wasn't seen, he had to get used to the idea of people charging towards him.  There were a few close calls as people rounded corners and nearly bowled into him.

	Jim walked around until his feet were tired, but was unsatisfied.  Too many security cameras, too many people, too many chances for discovery.  He knew that his invisibility would drop the moment he began uttering another spell.  This horrible place was not a good fit for him, and so he left, cancelling his spell once he was to his truck.  Cursing his poor planning, Jim drove to a nearby chain restaurant for dinner before his trip back to the cabin.  As he was seated, he kicked himself again.  

	"Walmart!"  He muttered and rolled his eyes.  Even here there were a few attractive young women, and surely much more money in the registers.  Jim grinned again.  "Of course!"  

	He ate as quickly as he could and got back to his truck.  He'd have to pick another establishment, one where he'd not already been sighted.  A quick drive provided a good opportunity at another national chain.  Jim parked in a nearby hotel parking lot and slipped down again.  He cast his second invisibility spell and sprang out of his vehicle.  He waited for his moment, and walked inside the eatery on the heels of a large dinner crowd.  Once inside, Jim wriggled and dodged his way across the room and stood on a small raised platform near the bar that likely served as an occasion stage to bands or other bar functions.  Tonight it wasn't in use, and it afforded Jim a comfortable place to wait that would not be affected by the milling customers and staff.  Hours floated by, but Jim was electrified by his own plan.  As the evening drew to a close, Jim heard the sounds of the kitchen staff breaking down and cleaning for the night.  Servers rolled their eyes at each other, mocking customers who took too long to finish their meals.  At eleven, the evening shift manager sent most of the staff home, and locked the doors.  A few kitchen staff remained, as well as a few servers who were cleaning and resetting tables, and the manager who was doing the books in his office.  Jim waited until all had gone home except the manager and a server.  It takes two, Jim knew, to make the night deposit- a rule which was supposed to discourage fake robberies.  The manager was a stocky man in his middle thirties, with a bit of carefully crafted facial hair and the beginnings of a bald patch developing on the top of his head.  He was pouring himself a drink from behind the bar, and set one up for the waitress as she sat opposite him on a stool.  She was an attractive thing.  She looked like she was in her mid- twenties, but she was doubtlessly in her early thirties.  A mane of wavy honey brown hair framed her face and cascaded down to her shoulders.  She had undone the top two buttons of her white collared shirt and her tie hung loosely from her neck.  Her sleeves were rolled up, and her elbows on the bar as she flicked her hair over one shoulder with a practiced toss and laughed pleasantly at her boss's jokes.  Jim made his move.  He crossed the room and quietly plugged in the jukebox near the pool table.  Feeding in a dollar, he punched buttons for a song and moved to the opposite side of the building.  The server and manager were surprised and unnerved as the song kicked on full blast.  They crossed the room to examine the machine, and Jim began casting his spell of sleep.  In the half dozen seconds it took to cast the spell his chanted words were covered by the blasting juke box.  The spell took hold, and Jim watched both of his victims collapse unconscious.  Jim moved quickly, knowing he had only about twenty minutes before his time was up.  He prepared his charm spell and gently nudged the girl to wake.  She did, and as confusion spread across her face, Jim hit her with his enchantment.  She smiled, and accepted his hand.

	"Where do I know you from?"  She asked, then looked at her boss at her feet.  "And what the hell just happened?"

	Jim assured her that everything was going to be okay.  He told her that he was a regional assistant and he happened to see them collapse as he made his surprise inspection from outside.  She would have believed anything he said.  He had her help him drag the manager to his office.  Once there he gave her the keys to his truck and told her where it was parked.  He cautioned her that if anyone knew what had happened, the whole place may be condemned for some sort of gas leak- and no one wanted that.  She mouthed the words "no one" and nodded vigorously.  Jim told her to get the vehicle so that they could quietly see to it the manager got some medical attention.  She departed, and Jim got a blade from the kitchen.  He used a length of apron to tie the manager's feet together, and then stood him on his knees and sat behind him, facing the office safe.  Jim poked the manager with the butt of the knife into wakefulness.

	"Open the safe, or there will be problems!"  Jim hissed in the man's ear.  With trembling fingers, the manager typed in the proper code and the door opened.

	"Now lay face down."  Again, the frightened man complied.

	Jim emptied the safe, placing the loot in another unrolled apron.  Jim saw a truck entering the parking lot.  Jim began muttering the words to his magic arrow spell as the man he sat on sobbed.  With a look of disgust, Jim pointed his casting hand at the base of the man's neck.  The man gave one convulsive throw as the magic arrow killed him.  Jim stood, wiping down the knife handle with the edge of the apron.  He dropped the blade and strode towards the entrance of the building.  The waitress appear, a look of conspiratorial concern on her face.

	"Nobody saw me!  Where's Dennis?"  She asked, as Jim walked out smiling.

	"Oh- he's fine!  Right as rain, he's called in the fire department after all, but he wants us to take the deposit back to regional HQ tonight, can you accompany me?"  Jim fed her the line without hesitation.

	She looked concerned still, but she knew that this regional assistant was a super nice guy and she felt in his debt.  "Oh sure, that's fine."

	Jim made small talk with her as they drove.  Several times she began to ask how much further, or where they were going, but Jim assured her that all was well and she accepted his vague replies.  He encouraged her to take a nap- after all it had been a long shift even without the strange events of that evening.  She agreed and dozed off as he drove her back to the cabin.  Jim was out of spells, but the charm made even the most outlandish reasoning into an idea most logical to the victim's befuddled mind.  Jim woke the server once they arrived at the cabin and explained to her that there had been a slight change of plans and that they would have to spend the night at this rustic motel before arriving at the headquarters tomorrow morning.  Jim promised the girl that surely she's receive a large bonus for her time, and his undying gratitude.  He went ahead to the cabin and said he'd be back momentarily.  Inside, he did not turn on a light.  The cabin was in the blackness of the pitch of night, but he knew she was awake.

	"Alison!"  He called in a fierce whisper.  "Don't make a peep until I say so!"  He knew she'd obey.  Jim led the new girl from the truck inside, and apologized for the lack of lights.

	"Seems the power is out," he theorized to her.  "Look, I'll get a refund or something tomorrow, but this is all they had, would it be okay if we shared the bed?  No funny stuff please, I'm just so tired."  The girl felt so safe and comfortable with the suggestion, they climbed into bed, and she fell fast asleep.

	The next morning, Jim woke early and slipped out of bed.  He collected Alison and put her out in the truck.  Then he went inside and began studying to refresh his spell capabilities for the day.  The waitress snoozed on, unaware of her surroundings.  When she came to, Jim began testing her and the limits of the charm spell.  As the tendrils of sleep withdrew from her mind, realization dawned on her that this was no motel room.  The vials, potions, beakers, and lab equipment filling the cabin was a dead give away.  Jim just smiled broadly and asked if she'd like to take a walk.  She wanted to ask what was going on, but a walk was just as easy a place to do that as in this strange wooden house.  As they walked, Jim avoided her questions by asking her about herself.  Her name was Vicky, short of course for Victoria- but that was far too formal for her.  She talked, and he asked more questions, and she filled in as many details as she could very freely.  Victoria had spent her entire life in the area where he met her.  She was thirty- two, divorced, and split custody of her son with her ex.  She'd gotten pregnant right out of high school, and it had taken her until now to pull her life back together.  She was taking community college courses and planned to transfer to a major university at the end of this semester.  She was dating a guy for a few months, but she thought Dennis, the shift manager was interested in her.  Jim pressed the conversation to more intimate matters, just to see what she'd share.  Vicky talked about anything he wanted to ask.  She lost her virginity to her ex, after prom junior year.  She'd never done drugs.  Her chest was a 34C.  She weighed 130 pounds, and admitted she had always been a well proportioned girl and never seemed to be able to slim down past her current weight.  She masterbated a few times a month with a vibrator.  She hated sucking cock, but loved for someone to eat her out.  She'd had one lesbian experience, but she blamed it on being very drunk on New Year's Eve.  Jim pushed further.

	"Vicky, I'm going through a bad divorce right now."  He started weaving his lies.  "You know awful it can be."  She nodded, a tear in the corner of her eye.  "Vicky, I was hoping that you could help me out- it's been so long..."  Jim let the sentence trail off and looked at her.  She had a quizzical look on her face, but her eyes widened slightly.  "Do you know what I mean?"  He asked her hopefully.  She nodded.  "Vicky, I don't have a condom on me, but would you suck me off?"  

	She hated doing it, but this regional assistant felt like the closest friend she ever had, and she knew how strange desires could be during divorce.  Vicky bent forward and kissed him on the cheek, and Jim felt one of her hands drop to his belt.  With a skillful twist, she had undone his belt and he felt her delicate fingers undoing the button and zipper of his jeans.  His cock strained against the fabric of his boxer shorts.  She kissed him again, this time on the neck, and slowly bent to her knees.  Jim smiled as she plucked his cock from his underwear and began licking it from base to tip.  Despite not liking it, she knew what she was doing.  He put a hand on the back of her head while she sucked him.  After a few minutes, he could tell she was going to tease him into an early climax.  

	"Vicky, I need you.  Please, let me fuck you- I need you so badly."

	She slid back from his cock, and once out of her mouth Jim pushed his hips out slightly so his saliva wet cock pressed against her cheek.  She recoiled from it, and he stared down at her.  Not more than a second or two passed, and she reclined from her knees to her back.  It was a sacrifice she was making, but no less than she would do for someone she felt so close to.  Jim watched her undo her own pants and push them down.  He bent and helped her slide them off her legs.  She hooked her fingers on the sides of her peach colored satin panties and tugged them lower as she raised her ass into the air to aid the movement.  Her snatch was in plain view now, apparently she shaved the top and sides for swimsuits, but left a short brown hair carpet in the middle.  Jim positioned the head of his cock between her legs and pushed inside her.  She wasn't quite lubricated yet, and he felt her squirm in pain.  He watch her face contort in discomfort as he began thrusting into her.  She was fairly dispassionate, but he knew that she was acting on her feelings towards him as a dear friend- not a lover.

	"Roll over," he said, pulling out of her.  She did without question.  "Vicky, I'm going to fuck you in the ass- but I'll be gentle."  She looked back, frowning, obviously she had not experienced what he know casually suggested to her ever before.

	"Jim, I don't like that.  I know you're probably in a bad spot right now, but I'm not so sure about getting fucked in the ass."  Jim smiled.  So there were limits.  He thought for a second, and realized he had given her an order- everything else he had obtained by merely asking.

	"Have you ever had anal sex?"  He asked, holding his cock by the base of his shaft.  She shook her head no.  "Well, trust me, you'll love it!"  She couldn't help but to believe him.  She nodded weakly, and turned forward, raising her ass in the air slightly higher.  Jim didn't especially like anal sex- but he liked the feeling of submission and dominance it implied most of the time.  Her sphincter was quite tight, and he wormed a spit covered finger inside her, loosening her up before finally slowly penetrating her with his cock.  Vicky did not make happy noises.  She steadily reported pain and discomfort, but Jim didn't care.  He murmurred soothing words to her, and continued his assault.  He wrapped one hand in her hair, and placed the other on her hip and started pounding her ass relentlessly.  She was crying, blubbering for him to stop, but Jim ignored her.  Feeling himself near climax, he pulled out of her, and pulled back on her hair hard.  She turned with the pull and he thrust his hips to her face.

	"Suck it," he said and rammed his cock into her lips.  She gagged and coughed and her body shuddered.  Jim felt her pull and twist away from his cock, and then watched her heave and vomit.  When she finished, Jim pulled her by her hair back to his shit covered meat.

	"Finish," he said.  She shook her head.  So there was a limit- obviously charmed women didn't take commands like machines.  Jim pondered why was there such an obvious difference between Alison and Vicky in terms of their willingness to allow him to degrade them.  Tears were rolling down Vicky's cheeks, and Jim pushed his questions aside to focus on the present.  She wasn't pulling away from him, but she obviously was not going to do what he wanted.  Without much thought to it, Jim slapped her.  The force of the blow turned her head, but her cry of pain instantly turned to a bloodcurdling scream.  Jim recoiled at the sound, and arched his eyebrows in surprise as she continued screaming.

	"You fucking bastard!"  She roared, turning back towards Jim her face twisted into a mask of rage.  Tears were streaming down her face, but her mouth was set in a grimace.  Jim saw her hands ball into fists, and he quickly stiff- armed her as she attempted to propel herself at him.  She was obviously no fighter.  The force of his shove sent her sprawling on the forest floor.  Stepping back, Jim uttered the words to another charm spell.  Vicky crouched from her prone position, a steady torrent of obscenities pouring out of her mouth aimed at her tormentor.  She launched herself at him again, fists flailing.  Jim finished the incantation in time to catch her raised fist in midair as it swung towards his face.  In the instant his hand caught her wrist, he felt it go limp.  She was standing in front of him, nude from the waist down and blubbering.  Her chin was tucked in towards her neck, with her hair covering her face, but a steady shuddering indicated her emotional state.  Jim smiled.

	"Are you sorry you attacked me?"  Jim asked, pitching anger into his voice.  She was sobbing, nodding and sobbing.

	"I don't know what came over me- I'm so sorry, oh God I'm sorry!"  She bawled.  Jim walked over to her, and stroked her head.  She collapsed to his feet, clutching onto his thigh and wept her hot tears into his leg.  Jim grinned.

	"Well, one way you can make it up is by sucking me- lick my cock clean."  She cried even louder, but after a few moments, he felt her tongue touch his penis.  She gagged, but continued to bathe his cock in her saliva.  Once Jim was satisfied she'd gotten most of anything left on his cock from her ass, he grabbed her head and started pistoning his hips into her face.  She coughed, choked, cried, and suffered the treatment.  He came, and a second after he pulled out of her mouth she began vomitting.  She was sick for several minutes, and then dry heaved until he pulled here away from her own sick.  It took her another half an hour to compose herself.

	During that time, a plan was cooking in Jim's warped mind.  Jim picked through his experiences with the charming spell, and the effects, as well as the different responses from Vicky and Alison.  Striking an enspelled victim seemed to instantly break the charm, as well as a general chance for the spell to wear off every few weeks.  Jim grinned, and started off his next experiment with Vicky.

	"Vicky, I need you to stay with me in this cabin.  I believe the world is coming to an end, and I'm putting together the seeds of a new world order."

	Jim continued in this vein, expanding the points he felt would be most beneficial to him.  He included an explanation of why she was chosen, and how important she was to him.

	"We will be called the Order.  I will be the high priest king, and I want you to be one of my temple priestesses.  Our religion will require you to surrender your body to my will.  I will lead our people through the coming apocalypse and we will raise humanity from the ashes into our own likeness."

	Jim continued to rave for another twenty minutes, filling in details and outlining Vicky's place in Jim's freshly minted cult.  She was astounded, but he knew the charm was making every ridiculous word pouring out of his mouth seem like an eternal truth.  Eventually, she agreed.  She collecting her panties and pants and put them on.  Jim kissed her forehead and led her back to the cabin.  Inside, he stripped her completely, and had her lay down until he came back.  Jim went to the truck and retrieved Alison.  He gave her the same pitch, and she submitted instantly.  Jim brought her inside, and introduced his two priestesses to each other.