"I, um." Hmph. "I think if you make me into a slave, you will ignore me, and not listen to my ideas," she says very carefully. "If you give me power over your slaves and let me give you advice, I expect I can help you enjoy yourself more, and please you while you do it. I, do, want the power as well because I will enjoy using it," she says. "But I want to suck you off while you crush the will of the lesser slaves under your heel. I think it, will be hotter, for you, if I can teach you better ways to control others, to humiliate them, and let me egg you on." Frustrating as this is, she is getting a little turned on right now. "Wouldn't you love it if you did horrible things to someone while I sucked you off? Or fucked your nice hard cock as you made them bow and scrape and take their dignity away?" The idea turns her on. And some of the seductive lilt is coming back into her voice, and she smiles. Maybe she is changing his mind? "I can show you the kind of pleasure I can give you now, if you'd like to see~?"

"Oh, trust me, I'll like you much better as a slave. I'll listen to you more, too, because you won't be able to lie to me. As long as I don't own you, you're that annoying manipulative self-centered girl I kind of want to murder. But once I own you you're mine, and I plan on taking good care of my things... if you give yourself to me willingly. If you waste my time making me torture you into it, I'll probably just use you to test how deep my mind control powers can go."

Valerie curls her lip into a frown. "Well. I." Hmph. A slightly different tactic, then. She is ok with being his slave as long, as, well. "What... does care mean, exactly? Caring for me is... I enjoy power. Want power. Deserve it. I... can be your slave, but I want to be your best slave. Your top slave. If you promise to let me rule them, I'll submit to you willingly. I want to have power over your other slaves like that trash of a girl, what's her name, Katie?" Whoops, she hadn't quiiiite meant to say that. Shit. "I know that sounds bad, but, if, if you promise to let me be your top slave, let me rule and control your slaves, show you how hot it is to humiliate them, you'll see how much more fun it is that way. And I'll be better able to help you convince others to become your slaves forever, just like me. You want that, don't you? I can show you just how hot it is to have power over others, if you make me your favorite. And you know I'm not lying." 

"Karen is worth ten of you," he says flatly, "and you are incredibly lucky that I'm basically not into humiliating people, because I bet you'd hate the kinds of things I'd do to you if I was. As it is—"

His eyes glow sun-gold again, and he grabs her by the hair and drags her into the obsidian-lined torture closet that's now in the back of the car. His magic provides just enough light to see dim shapes; the glow of his eyes reflects off the walls in glittering red-orange sparks.

"Get on your knees," he says, "right now, and swear to me that you're mine, that I own you, that you're giving yourself to me to be my slave and my property forever. Or I'll light you on fire and then ask again. And I will keep hurting you, and keep asking, until you give me what I want. And every time you make me ask again, you're taking another step away from the world where I might eventually let you earn a slave of your own, and toward the world where you die right here in the back of my car and a mindless doll who lives only to serve me walks out of here wearing your skin."

Valerie doesn't understand. He's strong. And powerful. And can make people do anything he wants. What he says doesn't make sense. "Have... have you ever tried humiliating people?" she ventures. "You... you should try it, you must never have tried it. If you try it, you'll love it, I can show you how much you'll love it!" 

And now she is on fire.

Valerie has never been in as much pain in her life. She hasn't really been in pain at all, before, she realizes. It hurts more than anything. She screams, and screams, and screams. "I, I, I'm sorry, please, make it stop, please! I'll, I'll..." no, no, he said Karen was better than her, better than Valerie, he can't. He wouldn't. She won't submit, not yet, not until she gets something. "Don't.... don't make her better than me," she screams, "She doesn't deserve to be better than me, you deserve better, you deserve me, please! She'll never be as good as me, she doesn't know how to please you the way I would!" 

The fire lingers through her screams, through her begging, through her pathetically misdirected attempts to convince him she's worth something.

And it occurs to him, as he stands there watching her burn, that maybe he could... correct a few of her mistaken assumptions here.

So he wills for her to know exactly how he feels right now.

The rush of power, the contempt, the frustration. The arousal at the sight of her shaking blistering body, at the sound of her screams. The patience, more patience than he would've expected to have at this point, the willingness to keep doing this for as long as it takes to break her. The complete indifference to all her offers of pleasure, because he understands with a deep and tired clarity that she has no idea what he wants, that she barely has any idea it's possible to want things other than exactly the same things that she wants, and that no matter how good she thinks she is at sucking cock she will never succeed at painting a picture of a future he finds enticing as long as all she's doing is describing her own fantasies and telling him to want them.

This.... probably hurts more than anything he could have ever done to her. With fire, or whips, or.... or... anything. She isn't being particularly inventive right now. He disdains her. He disdains her. He disdains her. How can he disdain her. And he... her mind balks at the concept of what he likes, he likes this and he... doesn't... like... humiliation. Not everyone does. He has the power to humiliate her, someone strong with the power to make others kneel and... person he.... no.... he doesn't see her as strong or powerful at all. As weak and... fake and.... pointless. And he isn't rubbing her nose in it. He isn't doing this to humiliate her, her wants her to understand so he can get on with things. And she can feel just how patient he's being, with wanting to get on with things. He wants her to understand and she doesn't understand at all. It does not and can not make sense to her. 

But she does understand she has no way out, without swearing herself to him, and that she has nothing he wants but that. That part is clear. That part is ever so clear. 

"I'll do it!" she screams. "Turn it off and I'll do it, I'll kneel and say whatever you want me to say! Just turn it off so I can do it!" 

He lets up with the fire, and lets up with the empathy a moment later, and waits.

She gets on her knees, quickly, grateful not to be in burning on fire and in pain, mind still confused and reeling. "I'm... I swear to be yours, to be your slave, I, I forget what you wanted me to say, just tell me and I'll say it, I'm sorry, please!" 

"Tell me you're mine," he says, grabbing her by the hair again. "Tell me you're mine and you'll always be mine. Tell me I own you."

"I, I, I'm yours!" She shrieks, still confused, and slightly terrified by the sudden violence. "I'm yours and will always be yours! You own me!" 

She can say it, which means that she believes it. She knows she means it. She knows that it's true. 

Good.

It would be convenient if there was a way to verify that it worked without letting her out of his car, but that can be a problem for Future Sean, because right now he would like to take out his frustration by violently fucking her face.

(But, because he does want to take good care of his things, he wills her to know that he's satisfied. Still angry, but not going to torture her again, at least not right now. She did what he wanted and she's not making anything worse for herself.)

Valerie blurbles and gags with surprise when he shoves his cock in her mouth, and starts fucking her, roughly. She, does her best to please him with her mouth (like a good slave should? Right? That's how she made her toys behave, so that's how she's supposed to behave in this sort of situation? She's still very very confused) but honestly, the fact that he's being so rough and moving her around entirely on his own and not giving her the slightest bit of control makes it somewhat difficult for her to use her usual techniques. At all. She's... really really glad that he's not going to torture her again, even if feeling his thread of anger makes her shiver in fear. She really wants to, to, thank him somehow, for his kindness and generosity in not torturing her, (because, again, that's how... slaves are supposed to behave?) but given his speed and roughness, she can't really figure out how. The best she can do is not resist and let him do exactly as he likes, while trying to figure out how to do more. 

He finishes quickly, and, as expected, feels much better afterward. He wills her to know that too. And he heals her, and runs his fingers through her scorched and tangled hair.

It feels good to own her. (And she should know that, too, definitely.)

Valerie is... grateful and confused by the feelings he keeps sending her way. Even if they don't make a ton of sense. Even though they violate her every sense and understanding of how this sort of thing should work. And then something weird happens. 

A part of Valerie's breast burns, not with heat or light or anything that hurts, but with energy, burning a symbol of ownership onto it, his symbol, his ownership. A stylized tattoo of a sun, burning brightly as it becomes a part of her. 

And as it does so, she becomes Sean's. She really, truly, is his slave. She belongs to him, and it is her purpose to serve her owner, her Master, her... whatever he wishes to be called, to be, his. An extension of his will, of his desires. She... knows now that she has no idea how exactly to do that. Before, she had been a tangle of conflicted desires, focused on her own needs and wants and pleasures, and even when he showed her what he wanted, she still was so blinded by her own thoughts and desires that she couldn't understand anything. Now...

Now, while she still has no idea how to properly serve, no idea what he wants, she can feel that a lot more clearly. See it more clearly. Now that she has proper focus, the proper, incentive, she can cut through all her foolish preconceived notions, instead of trying to get her owner to fit into them. She can change the way she thinks, and how she understands the world, to better understand her Master's perspective, and better serve him, more easily serve as an instrument of his will. Most importantly, she can ask.

"Master," she says, kneeling and bowing her head, but making sure his mark is displayed so he can see, and know. "Or Sean, or owner, whatever you wish to be called. I am yours now, and I will always be yours." Valerie pauses, trying to figure out how exactly to phrase her next statement. "I... it seems I have much less of an understanding of what powerful people might like. I am, honestly, not entirely certain how to serve you properly, given my prior, well, close-mindedness. I have, well, a lot of assumptions I've made that don't... seem to be correct. Now that you've pointed this out to me, and I've gained some, well, clarity and focus from being yours. Please, help me better understand you, and your needs and desires, so that I may serve you better, in whatever way you wish me to."

Valerie pauses for a few more seconds, before deciding to add with a slightly snide smile. "And if there are any of my talents, Sean, that you would like me to use for you, please don't hesitate to tell me. I still enjoy making others crawl for me; I expect I will be even happier making them crawl for you." 

...huh.

That's interesting.

Since she did ask, he shows her what he's thinking and feeling as he considers this new development.

He didn't expect this to happen. He likes it—it's hot when she calls him Master, and maybe even hotter when she calls him Sean in the same tone of voice, and it's taking him a serious effort of will to avoid just getting lost in staring at that fucking glorious tattoo—and it's useful, because now he knows she's his, he doesn't have to do elaborate careful tests, although he's probably still going to do the elaborate careful tests just to be on the safe side; useful because now that she's devoted to serving him, he doesn't have to figure out how to make her devoted; useful because with the magic having shaken her out of her self-centered assumptions, he won't have to keep correcting her about what he wants.

But, all that aside, it's bad incentives. He set up a game with very clear rules, and he intended to play it fairly, and the magic has gone and cheated at it without his approval. He didn't intend to take her this far this fast—and now, given who he is as a person, he's going to have to take this effect into account whenever he asks someone else to willingly belong to him; he's going to have to tell people that this is what happens when they agree to be his. Or at least that this is what happens when he fucks them afterward. He might have to experiment a little more to figure out exactly what the trigger was.

He's probably going to have her keep her new devotion, with some adjustments, in the long term. But his sense of fairness won't let him get away without at least consulting her original self; and it's important to know if her original self can even still be reached at this point.

So, much as it pains him to do it: he wills her mind to be temporarily freed from this effect of his ownership. She can keep her memories of what being devoted to him is like, but he wants to talk to her without the magic forcing her to worship him.

What an, odd, yet gratifying sensation. She's, well, happy to have turned him on. Happy to do things he likes. Probably because she's devoted to him, now, his slave forever, but... Making other people happy like this, when it's not being used as a tool to control the weak and stupid, is, well, interesting. She's not sure how she feels about it yet. 

She is however, unhappy that things aren't quite going according to his plan? She, well, the old she isn't entirely sure why he cares, keeping promises are for people who are weak, they're just tools made to control them. And she's his now, so what does it matter? Except, she's clearly wrong about something in there, because that's not how her Master, how Sean feels about it. (And is it hot to call him things he likes, even in her own head.) 

She wants to tell him not to be so worried, that she's still (she's pretty sure) mostly herself, but then he makes his eyes glow again (and wow is it hot when he does that...)

Valerie makes a bit of a lustful smile. Nope, that's not just her devoted self, it's still hot when he does that. It's such a rush to have her mind rearranged like that, to know that he has the power to do whatever he wants to her. 

...Admittedly, she's a bit, well, stuck now. And he's probably going to turn her back into her slavishly devoted self once he satisfies his silly ideals about morality and fair play. (And goodness does she wish she could seduce that out of him, let him really let loose. Even if he does like other things than the kinds of things she likes it's foolish to adhere to the laws of petty men and women when you can literally be a god to them. Rules are for mortals, like, um, Karen, or that boy she fucked this afternoon. Not for him. Not for... who she used to be. But he doesn't quite seem to understand that. But maybe she can help him figure that out.) But while she's still herself, well... if he wants to give her a chance to say what she really wants, well, she's not going to lie, is she? And maybe she can just improve both their lives that way. 

Valerie gives him a sultry seductive smile, still on her knees, because she feels like being on her knees. It was still pretty hot, belonging to him like this so utterly. "Well, hello, Sean," she says, with a sultry smile. "You had questions, did you?" 

...and she's still unable to lie either with her words or with her body, which means she's kneeling like that and looking up at him like that because that's how she honestly feels right now, even without the magic forcing her to.

Now that is really fucking hot.

He pets her hair again, because he can and he feels like it. (He still hasn't turned off the empathy.) "How do you feel about being mine so far?"

Nfff. Yuuuup. It turns her on to turn him on. In a weird way, it's still a kind of control. Even if he holds alllll the reins. Which is still hot. And he's still doing whatever he wants to her. Nnnnfff. 

"Turned on," is her first and immediate answer. "I don't think I ever quite realized how good it would feel to be controlled by someone else like this. It's almost as good as playing with other people myself... and I really~ can't wait to watch you do this to someone else. Hopefully someone I bring you? Even though you don't want me to for some... weird reason." She wrinkles her brow. "I still am pretty confused about some things, though, but I'm super glad you don't seem to... despise me anymore." She shudders a little in memory, then brightens up. "But now I turn you on so maybe we get to fuck again, how you like. And, it, feels really good to turn you on. It's hot how much power you have over me." 

"Oh, I might ask you to seduce people for me eventually." It is kind of hot thinking about her bringing him people to enslave. "The trouble is, I hate lying."

Not for any moral reason; the empathy makes that clear when he thinks about it. It's just uncomfortable. It itches. He wants to live in a world where he's powerful enough that he never has to lie to anyone ever again, that he can tell everyone exactly what he thinks of them at all times and still get everything he wants.

"So I don't want you to lie for me the way you usually do when you're trying to snare somebody. Outside this car I'm not going to let you remember that I have magic powers, most of the time, but if you can bring me people without lying to them about who I am or what I want, yeah, I'd like that."

His hand slides through her hair and down to the back of her head. His eyes glow, and the light in the room brightens, so he can get a really good look at her face right now. It's hot the way she looks at him, and he kind of wants her to suck his dick, but not yet. Not until he's done talking to her.

Valerie brightens when she hears that she might get to bring him new toys, well, new slaves. And wriggles a little bit with arousal.

And then she twists her face with annoyance at that feeling he gets. What a horrible, awful feeling for someone like him to have! People like him should be above the petty mortals below him, to have the freedom to act howsoever they desire, treat everyone below them with impunity and whim, but to be chained by such a stupid mental hiccup... well, Valerie doesn't think her Master, her owner should be held back by such things. Especially not if they're getting in the way of his pleasure. She wonders if there's some way she can get rid of it, so he has no reason to restrict his (or her!) actions.

And then there's that scrap of a vision of him ruling, being strong and powerful enough to do whatever he wishes, with utter impunity, without having to lie or trick anyone, just going everywhere and taking it. And this, this vision really turns her on, making her press her legs together in excitement. She imagines a castle, full of dozens, hundreds, thousands of obedient slaves, all enslaved to him, kneeling, serving whatever pleasures he has, whatever whims come to mind, and no one else being able to change that. Strong enough to go out in the world and find a pretty girl (or boy?) and tell them "you're mine now, I'm going to do whatever I want to you and there's nothing you can do to stop it." And there wouldn't be. She presses her legs together a little harder and moans gently at the thought of someone with that much power.

(And maybe, just maybe, in his castle of tens of thousands of beautiful slaves waiting on his every beck and call, surely he could spare a few dozen, or hundred to be her slaves too. Answering to her and obedient to her in everything except their Master's word. The idea of being pleasured by a dozen men (or women?) was electric, as was the delightful thought of being interrupted by him, telling them to stop because he wanted to her to please him, an exercise of power that showed just how much she belonged to him... well. It would be a while. She could dream, and try to persuade him.)

She pouts when he tells her that he doesn't want her to lie like that. She doesn't know how to ensnare like that, the whole point of seduction, of control was to drive them along chasing the promise of something delightful, something incredible and amazing, to make them fall head over heels for something that she always kept... just... out of reach. If she had to be honest well, she might actually have to give it to them. And then what reason would they have to keep doing what she wanted?

And then his eyes glow again as he exercises his power, his will, and the room brightens, and she grins at him, feeling the rush of control that he has. She'd much rather have this power for herself, of course. But watching it in action, seeing it used... it makes her so hot. She can settle for being his loyal slave if she gets to watch him do this over and over again. Not that she has any choice (which is both slightly sad, and hot).

He smiles slightly, looking down at her, watching her face while she thinks. It's so hot how turned on she gets about him.

And he—

—wants to know what she's thinking.