"Sure, sounds good."

Well, then, Chris is going to see if Sean wants to make more use of this extremely soft bed (!!!!) and then he is going to head off to the library to do research.

He discovers his best option for gainful employment is probably a programming bootcamp and immediately sets himself to learning Python.

As it happens, he does want to make some more use of this extremely soft bed! Having a magic slave is so good.

His parting order to Chris is to text Sean if he needs anything; then he gets back in his car and drives aimlessly around town, because driving aimlessly around town in this car is great. He's not really hunting, but he's keeping half an eye out for people who look especially interesting, just in case.

Well, there's this extremely blonde girl over here in an alleyway taking it up the ass from one guy while she sucks off another.

...uh.

Yep.

That's sure happening.

Leah is 💖 so happy💗! She feels a guy pulsing in her ass and a little later her mouth was filled with come! There is nothing Leah loves more than getting filled with come! 💗💗💗

She smiles at both of the 💖lovely❤️ ❤️ guys who were so ❤️ good 💕 and came inside her! She says "thank you" because she's a good girl and good girls say thank you when they get treats! Then she bites her lip and thinks. Thinking is really hard but she has to do it sometimes. She's not hungry or thirsty and she doesn't have to go to the bathroom. She has her clothes on (there's nothing she 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 loves💖 more than being naked, but wearing her little miniskirt and crop top that says SLUT is almost as good, and she know she's supposed to wear clothes unless a man told her not to). It is not late enough that she has to find a bed.

That means it's time to find sex! 💖 Leah bounces up and down. (She likes bouncing when she's happy! 💗 Then men know she's happy! And it makes her breasts jiggle and when her breasts jiggle men get 💕hard and then they want to fuck her! 💖) She's so happy! She loves sex! Sex is her favorite thing! 💕 Now she gets to have more sex! 

help me

There's a man looking at her! 💕 Maybe if she bounces her breasts at him he'll want to fuck her! ❤️ That makes Leah so happy! 💖💖

She goes over to his car and smiles and says "Do you want to have sex?"

...

That's... that's not normal, right? That's not the sort of thing that happens? Girls do not dress like that and get fucked in public and then gleefully go proposition another guy. That's not a thing. That's not... there's just... the whole way that she moves is...

To be perfectly honest he does not, actually, super want to fuck her. But he definitely wants her in his car. If she gets in his car maybe he can figure out what the fuck is even happening.

So.

"Sure," he says, "c'mon in and you can suck my dick if you want."

He leans over to open the passenger-side door.

💕💕💕 He's so good! She loves him so much! She's going to love 💗 his dick💗 even more! She's so 💖happy💖!

She gets in his car right away. 💖💖💖

And then the doors are locked and she's sitting immobile in the passenger seat, unable to move anything but her head, and Sean is staring at her with intense focus.

He wants...

He wants to know what it's like in there. What she's thinking, what's going on with her.

His eyes glow gold, a burning red-tinged gold like a fire or a sunset.

He sees--

His telepathy interface does not actually have heart emojis, but he still gets the vague sense that Leah's thoughts are sixty percent heart emoji by volume. She's happy. She's so very very happy. Even when something she doesn't like is happening-- when she hasn't had sex in an hour, or when she has to sleep outside and it's raining, or she has to think about something-- she's full of joy. Why wouldn't she be full of joy? Her life has cocks in it. Sometimes her pussy has cocks in it, or her ass, or her mouth. Sometimes she can play with her own titties, and sometimes she can play with other people's titties, and sometimes she can eat girls out, and sometimes she comes. Sometimes someone buys her a drink and then she fucks them! What more could she possibly want?

Leah's desperately horny. She doesn't think of it as any different from the norm, but Sean can recognize that she's really unreasonably horny, you've-been-edged-fifteen-times-and-now-even-a-brush-of-a-finger-against-your-clit-will-make-you-come horny. It pervades all her thoughts, drawing everything back to sex. She can handle her basic needs for food and clothing and shelter-- admittedly mostly by fucking men until they give those things to her, and a really unreasonable percentage of her calories come from alcohol-- but the overwhelming purpose of her life is to fuck. 

She's also... incurious. Leah's aware that she can't move any of her muscles, but she doesn't see anything remarkable about this state of affairs. It's sexy that she can't move, just like it's sexy when men tie her up or hurt her or tell her what to do or call her a dirty disgusting slut, and it makes her wet and makes her clit throb. She thinks about how much she likes this man and how fun it will be when he starts to use her and how fun it would be if he just kept her still for hours and hours and either way she's just so happy.

And there's-- something-- glimmering under all of it--

—that, that thing, what's that—

help me help me help me

—he wants to help her. He still has only the barest clue what's even happening to her, but he wants to help her. He wants—

The... thoughts, if you can call them that... in the outer layer of her mind feel... fake. Not exactly like they're not happening, but like they're not... a way that a real person could be. Somebody did magic to achieve this result, he's pretty sure. Someone out there has magic besides him, and the thing they are choosing to do with their magic is... this.

It's like the uninvited magical slave feelings from when he took Chris only worse.

Okay. He should be smart about this. He should not just start wishing drastic changes on her mind without thinking it through.

He tries... suppressing the rest of it, so that the tiny glimmer of help me gets to have her mind all to itself. (The light in his eyes flares again.)

The help me unfolds.

It-- is clearly not an entire personality. It is the little nub of a personality, the bit that not even whoever did this could erase. 

It unfolds into: the thing that matters most is to know and to understand, there is a vast empty galaxy of ignorance and all you can do is collect a few pebbles of knowledge but you have to hold onto those pebbles as much as you can because they're the most important thing, being wrong is the most terrifying thing imaginable and some people respond to this by getting angry or defensive or deceiving themselves but that just makes you more wrong, you have to check everything you believe against reality again and again, you have to doubt yourself all the time, you have to be ready to throw away any of your pebbles because if you don't you will have nothing at all to hold you against the galaxy-- 

It unfolds into: the most wonderful thing is people, people are complicated and fascinating and scary, every single person is an entire universe, humans are so complex you'll never be able to predict them exactly, and-- it's strange that the thing any person would save in the fundamental core of their personality is the word "sonder" and what it means. but here it is: 

the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

...she's... so... good???????

He wants to say something but instead of saying something he seems to be just. Staring at her. Because. She's so good. How is she so good. How is she so—for that to be the last little piece left of a person after someone has filled up the rest of them with sex and heart emojis, who do they have to be, what kind of a person—he wants to know her, the her that she was before—he wants to own her—he wants—

But when he wishes for the rest of her personality back, nothing happens. She's still just—this.

That's... okay. Well. No, actually, it's not okay at all. But it's—she's still good. She's still—

(He's still staring at her in wonderment.)

Leah's so so grateful.

She keeps poking around for her memories and then not finding them and she wants to cry but-- she's so grateful, not to be that anymore--

Oh—

—and he can't—

"Hi I'm magic and I can read your mind and I fixed you for now but I'm only magic with things I own so it stops working if you leave my car unless we convince the magic I own you."

"Thank you. Can you let me move?"

Her face looks really weird with a less vapid expression. 

"Yeah, sure—" Now she isn't held in place anymore.

"I really wish I had... any of my memories."

"I really wish that too. I tried—wishing them back—didn't work."

"What does being owned by you entail?"

She's curious, mostly. She wants to understand Sean, and magic, and herself.

"Well. The last guy sorta... spontaneously decided he really wanted to be my slave, so now we're doing that. And it means I can do magic to him anytime even if he's not in my territory. Right now all the territory I've got is this car and it kinda sucks. Uh, also the magic gave him a neat-looking tattoo and did mind control to him to make him want to be my slave more but I got rid of the mind control part as soon as I noticed it because, like, no. And the magic didn't decide he was mine until he told me he belongs to me for as long as I want him and then sucked my dick, and I don't know exactly which parts of that were the important magic parts."

"...Well, it looks like my options are belonging to you, staying in your car as long as you'll have me, or having my brain erased. None of those are exactly great options but I think I'm probably going to take the one that lets me form memories."

"You can stay in my car for a while if you want but that's not a super permanent solution, yeah. I'm—sorry. I'd offer you better options if I had any."