The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“The Name Game.” Nora looked over the cardboard box. It was so faded she could barely make out the text. “This looks like it’s older than the House.”

“It can’t be, it’s got a cute little typewriter in the center,” Ophelia said with a small smile. She and their other two coworkers Daphne and Maria were already sitting on the ground of their dorm on three sides of the laid out game.

All four of them were maids for a fae, Lady Beatrice von Closen. Day to day they were thralls to serve but when the uniforms came off and the nightgowns were on, that time was for them to enjoy themselves.

Nora did not consider board games to be enjoyable.

This one looked weird, like there’d be a lot of rules to explain. As stated, there was a mock typewriter in the center that couldn’t possibly work at that scale but had paper in it. There were three stacks of cards in front of it with the rest of the board being a twisting road of tiles.

“Please,” Ophelia begged with a sad, pleading look. “I feel like I never get to spend time with you or Maria. I’m always in the kitchens, I can’t just talk to any of you during work like you two can.”

“What about Daphne? She’s not a kitchen maid.” Maria asked. She wiggled her eyebrows. “You two “baking” off the books together?”

Ophelia blushed, but Daphne was quick to cover. “I say hi when I’m near the kitchens. You two barely even try.”

Nora really just wanted to go to bed, but Ophelia’s puppy dog eyes were hard to resist and Daphne made a good point. They were all friends but she almost never saw Ophelia outside of this room. “Fine.” She sat down. “Ok, what are the rules?”

“Good question.” Daphne motioned at Maria. “You’re the one who found this ancient thing. What are the rules?”

“Sooo, the rule book is in some german language that I cannot read but there are some lines in english,” Maria said. She held up a literal book the size of a pocket bible. “We roll the dice and move ourselves along the board, then draw a modifier from the pile we land on. I looked over the cards and they’re all just like, actions and adjectives and stuff. Each one has points too. I guess you’re supposed to do what the card says to get the points.”

“So getting to the end fastest might not let you win,” Ophelia pointed out.

“What happens if we don’t do the action?” Nora asked.

“We make you do it,” Maria said with a snicker.

“No, that’s rude, obviously you just don’t get the points,” Ophelia said. “Just type your name into the typewriter and it’ll make a nametag.”

“Why?” Nora asked.

“Because it’s The Name Game,” all three said in unison as if they’d practiced. They each wore name tags already.

Nora begrudgingly did so and put a game piece at the start. A chill went down her spine when she put her name down and it didn’t leave until she put the nametag on. Weird.

“I’ll go first!” Maria rolled the dice. She got a six and moved the appropriate spaces. Without warning, words appeared on the three stacks of cards. They read: Raunchy, Random, Refined.

“The game’s magic.” Nora grabbed Maria’s hand as she went to draw a card. “You should’ve been able to sense that.”

“I’m a witch, not a magic radar. It’s a board game, there’s not enough in it for me to sense so it’s harmless.” Maria pushed her hand away and picked up a card from the Random pile. “Flatter.” She looked at Nora with a pleasant smile that didn’t fit her at all. “You’re the prettiest maid on staff by far. I love the way you do your braids into those space buns and every time I see you in the hall it makes me smile.”

Nora blushed. That was a bit further than what she expected. Calling her pretty would’ve been enough in her book. “Oh. Thank you?”

Maria blinked a few times. She looked confused for a moment, then nodded with a shrug. “Hey, gotta do what the card says.” She looked at the typewriter as it clicked. “Oh cool, I got three points. See, the magic is just for automation.”

“My turn.” Daphne rolled and surprisingly chose Raunchy. She didn’t say what she drew. Instead she grabbed Ophelia by the shirt and pulled her in for a long, ionate kiss. Ophelia waved her arms for help, only for a moment at least, before they fell to her side in acceptance. When Daphne finally pulled away, her face turned to embarrassment as if she hadn’t meant to do that. Ophelia returned to her spot as she was let go, left in a post-kiss haze.

“I’m guessing you got kiss?” Nora asked. She was getting suspicious now. Even for Daphne that felt far too eager.

Daphne blushed and nodded. “Snog, technically.”

“You chose a target quick, huh?” Maria said with a chuckle.

Daphne did not answer, instead putting the dice in Ophelia’s hands. Still a bit dazed, she rolled, moved her piece, and pulled a Refined card.

“Confess?” Ophelia’s eyes went vacant. “Me and Daphne had sex in the pantry last night and were almost caught by somebody looking for coffee beans. I came at the idea of being found and almost gave us away.”

Maria whistled. “Godsdamn.”

“Ophelia!” Daphne scolded.

Ophelia slapped her hand over her mouth. Her ears were turning as red as her cheeks. “I…I didn’t mean to…I tried to think of something and when that popped in…I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t want to, I had too.”

“I felt compelled too.” Daphne glared at Maria. “Where did you find this game?”

“Oh, you know.” Maria looked away, shrugging nervously. “Lachesis’s room.”

The room went silent as all three of them stared at her. Lachesis was one of the three head maids of the von Closens. A fate, a fae, and the most manipulative of them all. If something was from her room, it would’ve been dripping with fae magic and designed to fuck with them just for fun.

Daphne was the first to yell. “You slut of a witch, you knew! You fucking knew this game was a fae trap!”

“I didn’t know.” Maria looked away. “I certainly hoped.”

Nora rolled her eyes. Maria let her libido decide for her way too often and now she’d dragged them down with her. “I would kill you but with my luck that’d trap us playing the game because you can’t take your turn anymore.”

“Oh please, you’re just sad Daphne didn’t kiss you instead of Ophelia.” Maria leaned in with a coy smile. “I do think you’re pretty. Want me to kiss you to make up for it?”

Nora flicked her on the forehead. “Oh shut up!”

“Please stop fighting!” Ophelia shouted with desperation. Everyone looked at her and she flinched before speaking. “This was supposed to be a fun night. Can’t we just like, enjoy this? We’ve all been enchanted before, we all like the thrill. It’s not like we’re being made to do anything dangerous, just embarrassing at best. ”

Nora was about to continue yelling but she realized Ophelia had a point. Maria might’ve been the most blatant, but it’s not like they weren’t all thralls to a fae. Being controlled was just part of their lives at this point. “I’m just worried we don’t know the consequences. We can’t even read the rulebook.”

“If everything resets at the end, sure, I’ll enjoy the ride,” Daphne said quietly. “What if it’s mes our enchantments? Lady Beatrice will be furious.”

“It’s name magic. Enchantments are different, they won’t mix,” Maria said with a shrug. “I wasn’t lying, there’s nothing harmful that I can sense.”

“There’s probably consequences if we stop playing, though. Might as well just push through.” Nora sighed and rolled the dice. She decided on Random as to avoid doing anything too embarrassing.

Consume: 5 Points

Immediately Nora could feel a hunger within her growing. She needed to eat something. No, not eat, consume. She could consume Maria. Her delicious tits on a platter sounded so nice. Or maybe she’d nibble on the innocent Ophelia a bit and get that teasing flavoring. Her mouth was watering with need.

Then her eyes fell on the rulebook and a different hunger grew. A hunger for knowledge. Of understanding, the need to know everything about a topic, to consume all media related to it. Nora was about to look away when she realized fae magic might work in their favor here. “Give me the rulebook.”

“What?” Maria held it up, looking confused. “This? You can’t read it, it’s—”

“Give it before something else meets the requirements!” Nora shouted, mainly because every moment she looked at the both of them made her hunger for both reading and ravishing.

Maria tossed it to her in a panic. Nora caught it and sure enough, she could read the words. Well, read wasn’t the word. Consume. She was consuming everything about this, not just the words and their true meaning but the amount of pages, the thickness of the book. She was obsessed, she needed to know everything and she feasted upon it to satisfy the urge.

Maria watched with her fellow players as Nora flipped through the rulebook like it was a holy text.

“She’s devouring that book alright,” Daphne said.

“She didn’t even say what she got.” Maria picked up the card. She was actually impressed when she realized the loophole Nora had figured out. “Ohhh, I get it. Consume. She’s consuming the rulebook, which means she can actually read it now.” She tilted her head. “We’re lucky it didn’t just make her eat it.”

Nora didn’t seem to really be hearing them. Just like with the other verbs, it seemed once it got going there was nothing else the player cared about doing.

“Should we wait until she’s done?” Ophelia asked.

“Nah, we should just go another round. It can’t go past her turn without her anyways and we’re not near the finish yet.” Maria rolled the dice and got a four. The tile she landed on was adjective. “Fuck. We haven’t gotten that yet.”

“It looks like the further you get the less verbs there are. The final stretch is nothing but nouns.” Ophelia frowned. “I wonder what the difference is.”

The three stacks of cards changed. The lettering on it shifted to read, Silly, Sexy, Strange.

Maria was going to choose strange to max out her points but realized she probably should wait to see the consequences before doing that. She picked up a silly card.

Gullible: 15 Points

Uh-oh. Maria realized really quick what that could lead to, she needed to make sure they didn’t—

“Woah, your nametag is changing.” Daphne pointed at her shirt. “Gullible? You’re gullible now.”

—ask such obvious questions. “Yeah, I’m gullible. Guess I’m lucky I drew it, nothing’s changed.” The two of them were giving her weird looks. “What?”

“Maria, I know you. You’re a lot of things but you’re not gullible,” Daphne said.

“You’re right, I guess I’m not.” Maria blinked as she reset to normal for a moment. A shiver ran down her spine. “Oh fuck that as terrifyingly effective as I thought it’d be. ”

“Wait, does that mean you’ll just believe whatever we tell you?” Ophelia asked. “I wonder if the way the words affect us depends on what we think it should do.”

Maria didn’t answer, but her face gave the game away. She laughed nervously, feeling both terror and excitement from the look Daphne had. “Ok, girls, I know I got us into this but let’s not—”

“Suck on your thumb,” Daphne said quickly and was disappointed that all she got was an eye-roll.

Ophelia shook her head. “That’s not how gullibility works, you gotta tell Maria she likes sucking on her thumb.”

Fuck. Maria didn’t even realize her hand was moving to her mouth until she felt it press against her lips. She eagerly began to suck. It wasn’t great Ophelia seemed to realize Maria liked something so silly but at least it meant she was free to do it without care to hide it.

Ophelia blushed. “Oh, I didn’t mean to—”

Daphne cut her off. “Maria, you don’t just like sucking your thumb, you have an oral fixation and always need something in your mouth. The more humiliating the hotter you find it.”

Maria moaned as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the sucking becoming much more sexual as she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. Gods she needed this, she wished Daphne or Ophelia would put their fingers in her mouth instead, maybe a foot just to make it extra degrading. Maria didn’t have the will to ask, she loved to suck on her thumb too much to take it out. It made sense, she had an oral fixation so why wouldn’t she have a favorite finger to suck on?

Daphne watched with satisfaction as Maria got lost in the joy of sucking her own fingers. She already had a few more ideas to try out but she wanted to let this one simmer a bit.

“That was mean,” Ophelia said. Despite her words, her tone and staring implied she still found it hot.

“She deserved that for getting us into this.” Daphne picked up the dice. A five, leading her to also get an adjective. She decided to play the middle and picked up the ‘sexy’ category.

Submissive: 18 Points

At first she thought nothing would change. She literally was a thrall to a fae, she was submissive at heart. Except this wasn’t her heart anymore. It was the descriptor of everything. Daphne felt her worldview changing in real time. She watched Maria erotically sucking on her own fingers and the pride of making her pay shifted into an envy so strong she put a finger to her mouth. She wished somebody would tell her to suck it the same way. Nora was busy, Maria was mindfucked. That left Ophelia. And the old Daphne already liked Ophelia. She was cute and fun to tease. The new Daphne amplified those feelings and started to hope Ophelia would tease her back.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ophelia asked nervously.

“Should I avert my gaze? I’m sorry if I’m not worthy of looking at you, mistress.” Daphne bowed her head. “Can I call you mistress? I’ll call you whatever you want me to.”

“Mistress? You can look at me—what word did you get to make you act like this?” Ophelia asked. Daphne answered by presenting her chest, in hopes it would please her new mistress. If she was willing to be that, Daphne already worried she wasn’t going to take her with the strange look she had. “Ok, so you’re…submitting to me, got it.”

Daphne nodded, her smile wide and eager. Ophelia blushed and rolled the dice. She seemed to be trying to avoid eye . “Not the night I thought we’d have but maybe we can still…enjoy ourselves. Oh, I got an adjective too. We’ve seen the other two and they’re not great. Maybe strange is the best option?”

“Whatever you pick is always the best option, mistress,” Daphne said with devotion.

Nora had turned away from the group to focus on her task. She finally finished the rulebook and with that suddenly had no idea what these words meant. That was a really weird feeling, but luckily she still ed what she’d read. “Well, the good news is, when the game ends, it gives up our names.”

“What’s the bad news?” Ophelia asked from behind her.

“The victor gets them.” Nora flipped through the booklet one more time. “I think we can forfeit and if we all do, the game stops and the winner is whoever is in the lead.”

“Ok, that’s not great but we’ll just agree to give them back and enjoy the adjectives we got, yeah?” Ophelia looked at the board. “Seems like I’m in the lead. I agree to end the game if everybody else does.”

Nora almost agreed but that phrasing threw her off. Enjoy the adjectives? That didn’t sound like something Ophelia would say. She turned back around to face everyone with a suspicious look. “What adjectives?”

“What?” Ophelia asked, her normally timid tone now overplaying itself. She was covering her nametag in a casual but very obvious way.

Nora turned to Maria to ask but she was sucking on her thumb like no tomorrow. She looked down and saw her nametag: Gullible Maria. She looked over to Daphne, who was staring at Ophelia with yearning adoration. She looked like a cat who wanted to rub her head against her shoulder. Her nametag: Submissive Daphne.

“You all got adjectives, didn’t you?” Nora held Ophelia’s gaze. “What did you get? I won’t agree to end the game until you tell me.”

“Well, aren’t you a spoilsport?” Ophelia’s timid persona disappeared with a sad sigh. “Daphne, be a good slut and eat me out.”

“Yes, mistress!” Daphne said excitedly, diving between her legs before Nora could even react. In a motion so quick it felt practiced she pushed up Ophelia’s dress, had her panties off, and was lapping away at her cunt like it was a gift from the divine.

“That’s a good girl. And yes, I do like being called mistress. You can be my new pet.” Ophelia looked at Maria with a smirk. She twirled her panties around on her finger. “You’ll need your hands for the game. These are a good substitute for your thumb, afterall, you love the taste of me in your mouth.”

Maria stopped sucking on her thumb and nodded enthusiastically. “You’re so right, it’s my favorite—” She was cut off as Ophelia shoved the scrunched up underwear into her mouth. Maria shuddered with her eyes going a bit hazy before returning to a normal waiting position. Other than the obvious she looked like she thought everything was normal. A gullible idiot.

Ophelia finally let her nametag show: Dominant Ophelia.

“So,” Ophelia gave Nora a sinister smile, “now you know the stakes. Are you going to give in now or make me work for it?”

Nora couldn’t let the game end now. The adjectives would stick, Ophelia would win and she clearly had no intentions of giving their names back if she did. The game turned the sweet, timid kitchen maid into a villain that was going to make sure they played until they were all under her thumb. Maria, I’m going to kill you when this is over.

Actually, why wait until it was over? Nora needed an ally and this was hitting two birds with one stone. “Maria, Ophelia’s words sound like gibberish to you so you think it’d be easier to just ignore everything she says. Also you want me to win the game at all costs.”

“Of course, you deserve to win!” Maria said, oblivious to the situation entirely.

Ophelia’s gloating face was replaced with stunned annoyance. “Ok, so you are going to make me work for it.” she pet Daphne’s head with a cruel excitement. Because being dominant was so opposite of her personality, Nora wondered if it was making her act opposite in other ways too. Dominance didn’t mean evil but Ophelia seemed to be taking glee in her role as a devious rival. “Roll the dice, Nora. Let’s see who comes out on top.”

Nora did so and ended up with a new adjective.

Horny: 20 Points

Uh-oh.

Maria savored the taste of the panties in her mouth as she reached for the dice. Ophelia was saying something but she couldn’t hear her, just like Nora had said. She seemed to be talking to Daphne anyways, who responded with, “Yes, mistress!” and stopped eating her out to return to her spot. Along the way took off her nightgown and spread her legs with a wide smile at Ophelia. “Is this good, mistress?”

“Maria, stop,” Nora said.

Maria obeyed and did not roll the dice. She almost forgot she wanted Nora to win, she probably should’ve asked her what to do first. “Yes?” Her words were muffled.

“Could you…” Nora glanced at Daphne being fingered by Ophelia and then cleared her throat. “It would help me win if you got naked.”

“Oh, ok!” Maria quickly tossed off her nightgown and panties. Then begrudgingly she took the panties out of her mouth. This is probably counting as clothes, gotta be naked.

Nora was staring at her chest with a slackjawed expression. She glanced at Ophelia, who seemed to be making out with Daphne while they waited for them to take their turn, then back to her. “Play with your tits.”

“Will…will that help you win?” Maria asked. She wasn’t sure what was going on with her, that was an odd request. This was all odd. Her head was starting to hurt—

“You love doing any sex act I ask of you without hesitation or thought,” Nora quickly said. Her hand was down her panties. “Now play with your tits.”

“Of course!” Maria felt so dumb for not doing it the first time. She was a massive slut, she literally found this game hoping it would make them do slutty things. Why wouldn’t she love just doing whatever sex acts Nora asked of her? She squeezed her breasts together, moaning as she squeezed them and played with her nipples. She managed to bring one up to her mouth and give it a lick as her oral fixation was taking over again. In the process she accidentally dropped the dice. “Oh. Should I take my turn?”

Nora nodded, her hand not stopping. “Yes.”

Maria got a verb.

Lick: 7 Points

“I got lick, what should I lick—?”

“Me!” Nora was getting undressed just as fast. “Lick me. All of me, worship me.”

The card took over like before. She had a target and she was desperate to perform her task. She started at her foot, licking from heel to toes, then up her leg. She let Nora continue to play with herself and got to her tits, licking at her nipples. Every flick of her tongue made her glad she chose this verb, she was high on it. Eventually Nora grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face into her cunt. Her tongue never stopped licking even as she was held in the air and she lost focus of anything else until Nora came.

Maria still had an oral fixation and began to lick her thumb as she returned to her spot. The lick verb had yet to go away. She hoped it never did.

Apparently Daphne got Sensitive and Ophelia got Lustful while she’d been licking. They were waiting for Nora to go. Ophelia said something Maria couldn’t hear, looking at her mockingly.

“Fuck off, I got this stupid adjective to satisfy,” Nora said in response. She rolled the dice and picked up a card. She didn’t get another adjective, instead getting a verb. “Suck.”

Nora’s eyes fell on Maria’s tits. Maria didn’t even hesitate, she just used her free hand to present them and Nora dove for her. She moaned with delight as she was used like a plaything. Best game night ever.

While having her tits sucked, Maria rolled for her turn and was the first to land on a noun. Purpose, Personality, Profession were the options. “Nora, which should I choose?”

Nora didn’t respond. She just continued to lick her tits. Maybe she’d wait this out.

Ophelia got a look on her face. She said something to Daphne, who nodded with a “Yes, mistress.” then turned to her. “Maria, purpose is the best card to choose. Nora wants you to choose it.”

“Good to know!” Maria nodded. She was glad Daphne was here to give her the answers, even if Nora had to be the one to win. She picked up Purpose and only had a moment to read what it said.

Cumrag: 30 Points

Maria’s tongue still swirled around her thumb but now it did not fulfill her oral fixation. It was clean. She was not meant to lick up clean fingers. She was a cumrag.

Her eyes fell upon the drenched floor in front of Daphne. She moved around the game board, almost knocking Nora over as she was entranced by her taste until she could no longer perform it, and laid on the ground like a towel at Daphne’s feet. Her tongue began to run along the floor, scooping up as much cum with each lick before swallowing and repeating. She felt satisfied and complete in her new existence and had a small orgasm. She couldn’t wait to clean that up too.

Daphne was shocked at how overpowering that was. Maria was literally licking her cum off the floor with empty eyes right in front of her. “Did I do good, mistress?”

“You did perfect, my pet,” Ophelia said. She snapped her fingers. “Cum.”

Daphne came on command, her eyes crossing a bit from the pleasure. “Yes, mistress!” Ever since she got that adjective she was cumming nonstop. Licks, touches, even being ordered to cum would push her over the edge. She didn’t even know how she still had enough in her to keep it up. The game must be helping somehow. She came again at the thought of Ophelia being able to do this to her forever.

After her roll, she also got a noun. “What noun should I choose, mistress?”

“Hmm. Personality.” Ophelia tilted her head. “I’ve gotten quite the change. Let’s see if you get a flip too.”

“Yes, mistress!” Daphne pulled the card.

Bimbo: 20 Points

Daphne felt a flip alright. Years of schooling, her degree in architecture, all of it began to fade and replace with thoughts of sucking cock and licking cunts. Her leg spread pose of devotion faltered as she slumped in place, giggling a few times. “I feel, like, funny.”

Ophelia began to laugh. “From a smart, dominant laborer to a bimbo, submissive slut. I love it.”

“Mistress loves me!” Daphne cheered, grabbing her tits to fondle them, forgetting her own sensitivity as she came hard again. A cascade of giggles escaped before a finger was placed on her mouth, which she began to suck without even asking whose it was. Best game night ever.

The game went on and if Nora wasn’t terrified of losing she would’ve said she was having a lot of fun.

It had been a few more rounds since Ophelia pulled that trick with Daphne. Nora had got several verbs and decided to always choose raunchy. As embarrassing as it was when the urges took over, Maria was easy to convince to help her ride it out quickly. Even as a cumrag she was still gullible. By now Nora had fingered Maria, sucked on her tits, teased her clit, she wasn’t even sure if she was doing the cards or just working them in as she continued playing with her gullible plaything. The entire time Maria just licked at wherever she thought cum was, no worry about her body being used beyond the pleasure it gave her to let it happen.

The once easily teased Ophelia was now fully changed by her dominant adjective and seemed to be getting off on watching Nora use Maria like that. She also had been taking a similar approach with the submissive Daphne. Although she seemed to take more pleasure in ordering her around than anything else. She’d spent a lot of time mocking Daphne’s drop in intelligence, making her try to do math and edge until she could solve the problem or Ophelia told her to cum. The first never happened.

A strange truce to not interrupt was born between Nora and Ophelia. Neither itted they were probably enjoying watching the other. By now nobody was wearing clothes, it just made things easier.

The game’s end drew near. The points were as such:

Dominant, Lustful Ophelia: 60 Points

Sensitive, Submissive, Bimbo Daphne: 58 points

Gullible, Licking, Cumrag Maria: 55 Points

Clever, Horny Nora: 60 Points

Nora was certain this game was sentient, or at the very least had a fucked up sense of humor. She wondered if the dice were rigged too. It was a strange coincidence that the two players actually trying to win hadn’t gotten anything debilitating enough to stop them from playing.

The same couldn’t be said about the other players. Right now Daphne was off to the side, touching herself while declaring, “I am Ophelia’s empty headed slut! She deserves to own us all!”. She was so sensitive that she seemed to cum from anybody touching her private parts and her voice was a much higher pitch as she giggled often.

Maria was on the opposite spectrum, mindless and empty. She was cleaning Daphne’s cum off the floor with her tongue. A never-ending task now, so the verb became permanent.

Those two also didn’t take turns anymore. It was even worse than Nora had thought. She hadn’t been surprised that Maria lost all independence when she pulled the cumrag noun and couldn’t play anymore. The bimbo noun also stopped Daphne, though. She said rolling a dice was ‘too much math’ for her and she’d rather think about sucking on Ophelia’s tits.

So once you roll a noun space, it’s game over. You have to hope you have the most points and are independent enough to claim the victory. The end of the board was covered in noun spaces, Nora wasn’t even sure if they were supposed to win this game.

Ophelia seemed to be having the same thoughts. She was choosing an adjective right now but it was clear she was going to end up on a noun space next. She had to get Nora to fold and Nora knew that’s what she was doing when she said, “Daphne, be a dear and go service our friend Nora. I want to make a deal.”

“Oh my gods, yes, mistress!” Daphne licked her lips as her eyes devoid of intelligence locked onto Nora. “Been like, so long since I’ve gotten a taste of a girl like you.”

Nora tried to object but her adjectives worked against her. She was so fucking horny and Daphne was somehow even hotter as a mindfucked airhead. She crawled to Nora and began to lick along her body, caressing her gently.

“What…deal do you have in mind?” Nora asked, finding it very hard to focus. Two can play at this game. “Maria, there’s cum in Ophelia’s cunt to clean.”

Maria robotically shot up and locked eyes with her new target. Ophelia didn’t stop her, most likely the Lustful adjective had a similar effect on her.

“This is what I mean. We’re—gods she’s got a tongue on her—evenly matched,” Ophelia said between moans. “And right now our scores are tied. So how about we just end the game and each take a pet. Split the reward.”

Nora almost said yes. It was such a hot idea, each of them owning one of their fellow dormmates. Every night they could order them around, change their names, trade them to use for a night.

No. No, that’s Horny Nora talking. Clever Nora needed to speak up, “I’ll take my chances. I’d rather get the full pot.”

“Hmm. No longer pretending you’re going to free us. At least you’re honest.” Ophelia picked up a card and laughed. “Oh Nora. You should’ve taken the deal. Now you’re fucked.”

Nora tried to read the word adding itself to her nametag but Ophelia’s words made her head fuzzy. “What…what do you mean?”

Then she saw the new adjective and realized she was indeed fucked.

Dominant, Lustful, Hypnotic Ophelia

“Maria, there’s cum in Ophelia’s mouth!” Nora shouted. Maria shot upward and began to make out with Ophelia, stopping her from saying any more seductive words that Nora already yearned to hear more of.

Nora rolled the dice in a panic. She took the highest point card and before she even knew what she was choosing.

Hump: 9 Points

The board game definitley had a fucked up sense of humor, that didn’t help at all.

“Oh, Noraaaa,” Ophelia called to her.

Nora couldn’t stop herself from looking up and it was over. She was so fucking horny, she’d been resisting with all her might and now the dam had broken by the need the hump overtaking her. Ophelia was so mesmerizing, so beautiful, so deserving of all her obedience. Nothing else mattered.

“What word did you get?” Ophelia asked. Maria was back to cleaning the floor, a red mark on her cheek implying she’d been slapped off of her and resumed her task at the sight of fresh cum.

“H…hump,” Nora mumbled.

“Ohh, I like that.” Ophelia stretched out her leg. “You wanna come over here? I’ll let you use my leg.”

Nora crawled towards her, knocking against the dice and board peices, drooling at the sight of the wonderful legs of her new mistress. She whined as Ophelia put her foot on her face to stop her.

“Ah, ah, ah, there’s a price. You can hump me, so long as you pledge complete obedience and forfeit the game.”

Nora froze. That would be the end. They’d all be doomed, owned by Ophelia and destined to serve her dominant persona forever.

Ophelia smirked. “That’s it. It makes your mouth water, doesn’t it? Now, do you submit?”

Nora knew the correct answer. “Yes, mistress.”

Ophelia let her foot down. “Good girl. You may begin. Make sure to degrade yourself, I want to know how happy you are that you lost.”

“Yes, mistress! Thank you, mistress.” Nora crawled onto her leg, rubbing against it with a moan as she slowly began to thrust. “Thank you for defeating me. I was so foolish for fighting it, I don’t deserve a mind. Please punish me for my defiance, break my brain, edge me until I out, make me masturbate in the halls while worshipping your name!”

With each declaration Nora’s mind emptied further and the more she believed what she was saying. She was glad Ophelia won. A stupid slut like Nora was meant to be here, humping her mistress’s leg like a dog in heat.

Ophelia laughed with triumph as her former rival debased herself over and over. This game had been a lot of fun. Now all that was left was to make sure she had more points than Nora so she could be the winner when she forfeited. Noun cards were terrible but so long as she didn’t pick—

“Here ya go, mistress!” Daphne said cheerfully as she placed a card in her hand.

Ophelia stared in horror at the card. She hadn’t even rolled yet, right? She looked at the board and realized Nora must’ve hit the dice when she crawled across it. That shouldn’t have counted, but apparently it did. “Why did you just do that?”

“Cuz it’s the bestest card, just like you said, mistress!” Daphne said cheerfully. She rubbed her tits together and bit her lip. “You was like, so busy fucking Nora’s brains out so I got it for you!”

Ophelia hadn’t intended for her to actually believe what she’d told Maria earlier but the bimbo clearly didn’t it had been a trick in the first place. This was not the best card. It had the most points, but that’s because of its cost.

Fuckdoll: 30 Points

“You…dumb…slut…” Ophelia fought to speak but her mind was moving slower with every second. Her thoughts popped like bubbles, making the defiance shift to confusion and then finally acceptance as she slowly slumped against the back wall. Her arms laid at her sides with their palms upward, her legs began to spread, her mouth hung open. Her eyes emptied and she became still and lifeless.

Nora had not been released from her trance. She continued to hump mindlessly, but now Ophelia felt waves of pleasure with each thrust. She was a fuckdoll. This was her purpose. She would’ve smiled if she had the ability but she didn’t. A fuckdoll shouldn’t move unless ordered.

Daphne was staring at Ophelia with a hungry look, drool falling from her lips. “Wow, mistress, you’re like, a total doll now. A really…sexy doll.” She had taken Ophelia’s hand and put it between her legs. On reflex they began to finger her and she moaned. “Like I feel I gotta…gotta fuck…fuck you. Wanna fuck you. Need to fuck you.” Daphne was playing with her own tits as she humped the hand finger fucking her. She looked like she was in a trance too.

Of course. Ophelia wasn’t just a fuckdoll. She was a hypnotic fuckdoll. A dominant hypnotic fuckdoll. She wasn’t just made to be used, she demanded for it. She couldn’t speak but she didn’t need to, her body spoke for her. The two girls already captured by her aura moaned as they were drained of what little thoughts they had left and replaced with the desperate need to use this lustful fuckdoll yearning for them to do so.

Daphne had cum twice already and was switching sides, giggling like a brainless slut and muttering “Must fuck.” over and over again like a self-made mantra. Nora need to hump was no longer being satisfied by using just her leg and had pulled Ophelia forward so she could hump her face while licking her cunt. It wasn’t clear if Maria was caught by the hypnotic aura or if she just was fulfilling her purpose as she began to lick Ophelia’s cum covered arm clean.

There was nothing left of Ophelia but the base reflexes of a doll. She fingered and licked the cunts presented to her, she let herself be used and defiled by her three enthralled friends, but there were no thoughts in her mind. No desire to claim her victory. She was just a fuckdoll performing its purpose, nothing more. The pleasure of fulfilling it was all she needed.

The game was over. It patiently waited for somebody to collect the four losers as a prize.

Lady Beatrice was on her way to the staff dorms in search of a cascade of missing maids.

Apparently Maria had not shown to her normal duties and after Beatrice’s handmaiden Lia did some inquiring, neither had any of Maria’s dorm mates. Lia had decided to investigate, which had led to Beatrice investigating now as she had not returned.

This was already a tad concerning. Even more so as when Beatrice tried to get the House to locate her missing maids, it gave the impression that nobody with those names were within its walls except for Lia, who was indeed in their dorm room.

So when Beatrice entered their dorm, she braced for some horrific scene she was about to walk in on or a mental battle with whatever entity had managed to subdue her loyalist thrall. The sight she actually found was very hard to not laugh at. “Now how did this happen?”

Ophelia was laying on the ground, her body stained with remnants of cum, kisses, and other proof of being used. At least, from what Beatrice could see of the poor girl. Laying on top of her was Nora, lightly humping her face and kissing her cunt. Maria was mindlessly licking along their bodies like she was trying to clean up the mess. Daphne was on the other side, using Ophelia’s hand to get herself off. While Ophelia was blank and docile, the other three appeared exhausted. Perhaps they had fallen asleep and resumed their activities once awoken by Lia.

Speaking of Lia, she was unharmed but had not even ed Beatrice entering the room. She was laying on the ground, sucking on Ophelia’s toes with mindless abandonment. The other girls were hiding most of her body but even a glimmer of her toes must’ve been enough to snag the unsuspecting handmaiden when she came to check on them. Beatrice hummed with amusement, petting her head. Lia moaned with satisfaction.

“Now the question is, why do you all seem to be entranced by Ophelia,” Beatrice pondered aloud. As she expected, none of the maids responded. She noticed a stack of cards spilled next to Lia, as if she’d pushed something out of the way. Sure enough there was a board game with an open compartment with four scraps of paper. Beatrice picked them up and laughed at what she saw. She glanced at the blank half-elf being used by everyone in the room. “Seems about right.”

Name magic wasn’t Beatrice’s forte, but this level would be easy for even a fae child. Like wiping off a stain she flicked off the hypnotic adjective, the ink dissolving into nothing and leaving Dominant Fuckdoll Ophelia in its place.

There was a loud popping noise as Lia pulled away from the big toe she had been suckling. “Why am I on the floor?”

“You saw the toes of a hypnotic fuckdoll that demanded your skilled tongue to attend to them.” Beatrice helped her stand up. The other three didn’t seem to change in any way. “That combination of words would create an aura that would make any who see her need to use her.”

“I guess that explains it. Barely anything after walking in, it’s like my train of thought just crashed and I had to…had to…” Lia glanced at Ophelia’s feet and licked her lips. She closed her eyes and shook herself out of it. “Even without the hypnotic part it still feels like she’s demanding me to use her.”

“Yes, most likely the dominant adjective. Those three are so far gone they can’t resist the demands even without the allure.” Beatrice looked over the other names and smiled. “Although these monikers most likely aren’t helping. Sensitive, submissive, bimbo Daphne. Gullible licking cumrag Maria. Clever, horny, humping Nora.”

Nora certainly was humping like she couldn’t think of doing anything else. The hornyness must’ve beat out any clever thoughts. Maria was apparently taking the active approach of being a cumrag and cleaning it up in real time. Daphne seemed to be waiting for orders that would never come and was just in an idle state of self-pleasure.

Lia tilted her head as she took in the scene with fresh, unhypnotized eyes. “Isn’t this name magic? Who’s doing name magic in the House?”

“Not a who.” Beatrice knelt down and ran her hand along the board game that lay long forgotten. “I this game. A gift from the Deburios. I thought Lachesis disposed of it.”

“As if she ever actually gets rid of things. None of the head maids do, I swear all three of them just hoard stuff and say it’s gone,” Lia said.

“Yes, they do tend to hold onto things they think may be useful later.” Beatrice blew on the papers in her hand and the ink faded into nothing, leaving the scrawled handwritten names left behind. All four of the addled maids finally went limp. Nora slumped off of Ophelia and into Maria’s lap, clearly exhausted from the constant motion. Ophelia blinked a few times, her eyelids heavy and eyes watering as they’d most likely been open all night.

“Did I win?” she asked softly. Although from her tone, she sounded more worried than happy.

“I fucking lost, that’s for sure.” Maria did not sound upset about that at all.

“Gods my hips are going to hate me for months,” Nora groaned.

Daphne rolled onto her back and her eyes went wide as she was the first to realize they had an audience. “Oh fuck.” She sat up quickly and then winced with regret. “H—hi, Lady Beatrice. Is it morning already?”

“We’re nearing lunch, actually,” Beatrice said. “Did you all enjoy your little game night?”

Maria cackled. “I had a blast.”

“I didn’t.” Ophelia blushed. “Well I did…but that wasn’t me, it was the game version of me. I can’t believe I acted like that.”

“I thought it was hot,” Daphne said under her breath. “Maybe that was the game me too.”

“Thanks for stopping the game, my lady. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if that version of me won and got everyone’s names,” Ophelia said.

“Hmm, that’s cute you think that’s what would’ve happened.” Beatrice smiled at her. “Sadly, that prize was beyond your reach.”

“Because she turned into a doll and forfeited?” Nora asked.

“No, but that didn’t exactly help.” Beatrice shook her head. “That subclause you tried to exploit wasn’t made for you. None of you could’ve ever truly won.”

“What? No way, that can’t be true.” Nora shuffled over and held up the rulebook, pointing to the rule she could no longer read. “I read the rules, that’s what happens when you win. Fae contracts don’t lie.”

“Ah yes, ”the victor may take any name they desire for themself’’. You failed to notice that the option was to take, not to be given. And none of you are fae, so even when you win you don’t have the actual capability to take the offered prize. A cruel stipulation of fine print and clearly the point—the game is designed to play you. You all turn on each other trying to earn a victory that will never be yours and become fine entertainment for the fae who gave the game to you, before they collect all your names as forfeit. When it comes to fae games, the House always wins.” Beatrice smiled, holding up their names on the scrawled paper, showing she’d begun to add new additions to them. “And I am the Lady of the House.”

Ophelia braced for whatever punishment came her way but instead found that her three friends had fallen still with empty eyes. She looked at their nametags and on each saw Ophelia’s doll.

“I noticed from the scoreboard you did technically win. The game might not be fair, but I am.” Lady Beatrice gave Ophelia a genuinely warm smile. “I will allow you to enjoy your victory, at least until the end of the day. You certainly earned it being such a good fuckdoll for them all.”

Ophelia looked around at her friends and cringed. “I don’t know if I really did. I was so…mean.”

“Then tell them to be themselves. I won’t tell you how to use your reward.” Beatrice motioned to Lia as she left. “Come along, darling. We have a head maid to scold for hiding artifacts in her room again.”

Lia nodded, but not before patting Ophelia on the head lovingly. “Don’t worry too hard, just have fun. You earned it.”

Ophelia sat there, contemplating what to do, her three friends blank and waiting for her to figure it out. She really needed a shower but she didn’t want to stand up. Her eyes fell on the strong-armed laborer waiting for orders. “Hmm.”

With a faint suggestion, Daphne sprang to life and scooped Ophelia up bridal style. Transport now shined on her name tag in addition to Ophelia’s Doll Daphne.

“Daphne, carry me to the showers.” Ophelia glanced at the empty Maria and Nora. She added Cleaning to their names. “You two can clean the room…then each other. With your tongues, lick each other clean. After that you can rest until I need you.”

Ophelia’s face was red as a tomato but her two friends just nodded blankly and began to clean up their dorm. She swore she saw them licking their lips in anticipation. As Daphne began to leave with her in her arms, she smiled to herself. Maybe Lia was right. After all, she could make fun for the losers too. She felt bad for what she put them through and Nora deserved a consolation prize.

Of course, the winner deserved the best prize. She squeezed the strong arms of her new doll with a ionate sigh. “Daphne, I don’t feel like cleaning my own body today. Let’s add some more adjectives to your name, okay?”