The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Central Europe, 1512

The centre of the desecrated church now served as a prison.

The Army of Death had swept in from the north lead by the vampire prince Igor, and his sister-lover princess Irene.

Immediately under them was a cadre of dhampir—humans that had been tainted by vampire blood. They had become a kind of hybrid. They drank blood. They healed quickly. They were faster and stronger than a human. And perhaps worse—they were absolute loyal to their blood masters.

Dhampir were not immortal. They could move about in bright daylight. They would eventually die, or they could be killed sooner if you were lucky enough to take a head.

Near the altar of the church Mira hugged her sister Jena. Both shivered naked, wet, scared. They were at least able to move about. Shackles had been fixed to the men and they were weighed down by these, and each other and were in the centre of the room. Stavros—the sister’s father sat eyes downcast.

Originally from Greece he had fled persecution by the cruel Ottomans. He had met Maria and they had four children.

Peter the eldest had been one of the first to fall. Right before his father’s eyes. And Stavros could not do anything to stop it. As the attack began a dhampir male, Andrei had leapt straight to the top of the town’s wooden walls. Peter thrust his sword into the creature’s side. But it only slowed him down. It seized Peter and raped him.

What had surprised Stavros most of all was seeing his son’s erection. Peter, overcome by the power of Andrei submitted to the unnatural pleasures… And when Andrei was done, he fed.

Peter didn’t murmur. Even as the life poured from him.

Stavros could only thank the Lord that his youngest, also a son (Ivan) was not anywhere near. His two daughters, however…

Mira and Jena heard the sound of heavy footsteps. The church door was opened. “You!” the human slave said. He didn’t point but stared straight at the sisters (to the relief of the other women there).

“Come!”

Mira and Jena pretended that the command was for some other person.

The man stormed into the building. “I said come!” he growled as he tore the sisters apart.

“No, don’t do this!” Jena cried.

“Leave us!” Mira begged

“I have my orders!” the man said.

“Please have mercy!” Mira whimpered.

“Slave!” came a bellowing voice. The man stepped aside and hung his head.

“Master?” he said.

In walked Prince Igor, alone (he needn’t fear anyone). Mira and Jena would have had to it he was one of the most attractive men they’d ever seen.

He walked past the sisters to another woman. “What’s your name?”

“Lizbeth,” she said.

“Come with me…,” he said.

She rose from her place and took his hand.

The vampire then turned to Mira. “Come with me.”

“Yessss….,” Mira sighed.

“MIra?” Jena said as Mira began to move off.

“She is mine now…,” Igor laughed.

“Mira?”

“I must obey…,” Mira said as she and the others walked off.

“Mira!” Jena screamed but Mira was moving as if in a daze.

Jena turned to her father. “Father?!”

He hung his head… What could he do? Chained to others, but even if he wasn’t Mira was now in the power of their evil.

A day later a guard brought in a large barrel on a small cart. Jena realised quickly it was food and pushed past another woman to get to it.

Soon women were battling each other but Jena had grabbed a large piece of bread, and some meat.

She pushed her way away and began to consume it, huddled in a corner.

Then she ed and she took some to her father and he had to punch the guy he was immediately chained to in order to grab the offering for himself.

He and only one other man fed that day.

He didn’t say anything but his eyes said to his daughter “Thank you!”

All the while the guards laughed and mocked them.

The following evening the guards started to collect them all.

“Where are you taking us?” Jena asked one. He backhanded her across the face. “Shut up, bitch!” he snarled.

Two guards grabbed a woman and began dragging her to the ground. Jena was hustled out of there as the men raped the pleading woman.

Soon they all found themselves in the town square… only now a bunch of raised benches had been built around it. Jena didn’t realise… but it was an arena… And, she was in the middle of it. With the others, naked and afraid.

There were two large chairs on one side and soon Jena realised the reason why as the vampire royalty and their retinue of slaves made their way to these places of prime observation and sat down.

A dhampir turned to a colleague and soon a number of swords, axes, shields and spears were thrown into the arena.

Jena watched as a man sucked Igor’s cock right there and then. She watched in horror. The blatant immorality of it shocked her. And then Jena realised it was Paulus.. her neighbour. Paulus had been wooing Mira for some time. But now he fed on cock like it contained ambrosia.

Irene signalled a female who nodded and rushed to her before burying herself under the vampire’s long dress. Jena didn’t recognise the woman but saw in her the same addiction that Paulus possessed. Irene draped a leg over the side of her chair as the woman beneath her eagerly pleasured her.

“You…!” a dhampir suddenly bellowed. “You have been found wanting by our vampire gods and will now all die for their amusement!”

Suddenly Jena saw Mira come onto the bleachers. She was naked. She walked in daze to where Igor was. He kicked the male away and she sunk to her knees in his place and began sucking his enormous cock. She did so however with an animated eagerness. “She’s not your sister…,”

“What, papa?” Jena asked.

“She’s not your sister… She’s one of them now…,”

Lizbeth walked out too, also naked. She went with another woman Jena recognised as Anya, the blacksmith’s daughter.

The two naked women stood besides Igor as Mira continued to work his cock. Then Mira rose and Lizbeth turning to face them all spread her legs and slid back onto Igor, impaling herself on him shamelessly.

Igor let out a massive sigh as he came. Mira pressed her face back down to where Lizbeth and Igor’s bodies met. Lizbeth also cried out in a loud orgasm. She sounded like an animal.

Mira eventually rose… a white cream drooling from her mouth.

Igor rose and he took hold of Anya from behind, turning her head to one side he bit into her. She cried out in a joyous moan.

Jena could see blood running down over her small breasts.

Igor then bit into his own wrist and offered it to Anya. She took it and sucked.

Then he kicked her into the arena.

He did the same to Lizbeth.

His sister took Mira and did the same to her.

Jena went to rush forward to her sister when she felt something on her wrist. She turned to see her dad holding her.

“Papa?”

“Don’t” he said “I told you. She’s not one of us anymore…,”

Jena didn’t understand.

She looked back at the clump of flesh and bones that was her sister.

Already however Anya was thrashing about. Soon Lizbeth was doing the same…. then Mira too.

Eventually the three all rose up, they glared at the people there in the arena.

Mira’s mouth opened in a wide smile. Her upper canines became fangs as she glared at them.

Lizbeth rushed at a man, grabbed him and her mouth tore into his throat. He screeched as she fed.

Jena didn’t even hear her father say “Dhampir!” as she was too shocked.

Anya rushed at another man. He turned and grabbed a sword. He managed to plunge it straight through her stomach. The force of her own attack helped propel it out through her back but she drove forward, grabbing him and biting into his neck.

The fell together, like lovers in embrace as she drank.

Mira turned to a woman near her. The woman made the sign of the cross as she wet herself unable through fear to do anything more. Mira leapt onto her and fed.

Already Lizbeth had risen from her first victim and eyed off another man. He had now grabbed a half-shaft of a broken spear, and a shield and prepared to meet her attack.

Lizbeth was incredibly fast. She parried his spear thrust and grabbing his shield tore it in two. He screeched as she was on him, and feeding again even as he thrust the spear point into her side over and over again.

Jena looked to her father.

“There’s no hope for us…,” he cried but he grabbed two swords to do his best to protect her. He stood, now between his daughter and the dhampir just as Mira looked up from her first victim, hissing. Blood drooling down from the sides of her mouth. Her fangs glistened.

Jena realised that Mira didn’t see them as family, but as food.

Jens the butcher yelled, drawing attention as he swung his axe at Lizbeth. He cleaved her left arm sheer off just below the shoulder. Lizbeth yelped in pain. She rose off from the woman she had been feeding on and Jena saw that it was Boglárka, Jens’ own daughter.

Jena also saw that Boglárka, far from being frightened had a look of contentment as if the dhampir and her were lovers.

Lizbeth reeled back. Jens called for his daughter to come to him but Boglárka instead scrambled to her assailant’s feet, even as her neck wound leaked her lifeblood.

Lizbeth lurched forward, grabbing her severed arm. She pushed it back in place and to everyone’s horror, (to those watching it, and not the other dhampir about them) the skin began to close over as her arm wound healed. The arm was reattached. In less than a minute Lizebth had raised her hand in front of her face and flexed her fingers, testing them and seeing that her arm was fully functioning a part of her again.

Boglárka managed to get to her feet. She actually offered her throat to the dhampir. Lizbeth bit into her and above all the din Jena heard Boglárka orgasm.

Mira rushed at Stavros and actually leapt over him so high that as he swung his swords he came nowhere near her.

She landed behind her sister. Stavros turned to defend his daughter when he was felled by Anya. Anya took him from behind leaping onto his back. Her finger and toenails dug into his body, she grabbed his head, twisting it she bit into him.

“Jena!” he cried.

She turned to see him but his eyes shocked her. He wasn’t in pain, but bliss.

“Father is gone…,” Mira said.

Jena almost jumped in surprise to hear her sister’s voice.

“How? How could you do this?”

“The gods… I obey them now…”

“Gods?” Jena asked.

Mira pointed with her eyes. She looked to the vampires.

“Them?” Jena asked

“Yes”

“They are not gods…,”

“They have remade me in their image…,”

“There is only one God and…,” Jena began

“You are boring me, sister…,” Mira hissed and leaped at Jena.

Mira tacked her sister to the ground.

“Stop!”

Mira stopped and looked up… Jena too…

Irene stepped forward from her vantage point. She stepped into the air. She literally floated across towards them and slowly descended in a long shallow arc.

Jena’s mouth hung open in amazement.

Mira leapt off Jena.

“Mistress…,” she said kneeling, head bowed, arms outstretched.

“What is this thing to you, slave?”

“She is… was my sister…,” Mira said.

Jena went to get up.

“Stay…,” Irene said and suddenly Jena lay back amazed, frightened that her arms and legs lay flat unable to move. She tried to move. Her limbs would not obey her.

“Leave us,” Irene said to Mira.

Mira nodded, sprung up and went to attack others.

Irene stood over Jena.

“Would you serve me?”

“Never!”

“Never?” Irene smiled, bemused.

“You… You killed my father… You… I don’t know what you did to my sister… But… I….”

“Hush…,” Irene said.

Jena’s mouth closed.

“Nn-nn-nnnnnn,” she cried unable to speak.

“You are very pretty…,” Irene said squatting down and running her hand over Jena. Jena tossed her head as if to get away but nothing else obeyed her.

“Untouched by men?” Irene asked…

Jena nodded, despite herself.

“You smell like piss and shit…,” Irene said as she rose to her feet.

“Take her and clean her up…I will have her for my bride…,” Irene said to several servants.

They came forward.

“You will prepare yourself…,” Irene said as she offered her hand.

Suddenly Jena was able to sit up and extend her arm, and take hold of Irene.

Irene pulled her to her feet.

“You will obey…,”

“Yes… Mistress…,” Jena said, cursing herself even as she said the words.

Irene rose up into the air and floated back to her spot.

“Come,” said a woman to Jena.

Jena went with her. She looked back to see Mira smiling at her before burying her mouth into a man’s neck.

Jena couldn’t help it. She went with them…

She was fully conscious of what she was doing… But unable to do anything else.

There was a large tent on the outskirts of the town. Irene strode into it and turned as Jena entered behind her. “You are so very beautiful,” Irene said.

She went to touch Jena but Jena pulled away.

“You know,” Irene said “They say we vampires are twenty times stronger than you piddling humans…,”

Jena didn’t want to listen.

“But…,” Irene continued “It is we who are the slaves… Slaves to beauty… I so much want to fuck you…,”

Jena shivered at the foul language.

“Come…,” Irene said and suddenly Jena lurched forward again, unable to control her movements.

Irene lay down on a large bed, rolled over onto her back and opened her legs. “Taste…,” she said as she held her labia open with her fingers.

Jena tried to look away, reviled but she was like a marionette and Irene was pulling her strings.

Jena lay down between Irene’s legs. The odour from the vampire’s pussy was sweet smelling. “Taste” she urged again and Jena tentatively leant forward and her tongue darted out into Irene’s pink slit.

Her tongue tingled. It was like ambrosia.

“That’s it!” Irene laughed as Jena continued to lap at her sex.

Jena had never tasted something so delicious. Irene grabbed her head and pushed her face in harder. Irene cried out and came and shot a clear liquid into Jena’s mouth. Jena swallowed it.

Next thing she heard laughter. She realised she was on the floor. How she got there she didn’t know. But now she realised what she had just done—eaten vampire pussy.

“Oh, my sweet!” Irene said looking at her from the bed as another slave girl came onto it to take her place. “Your tongue is magic…,”

Jena cried. She had done such a perverted thing… and had not been able to resist.

She rose up and ran to the door.

“Don’t go!” Irene said and suddenly Jena’s feet were planted to the floor. She tried to move but it was like they were set in stone… Irene had commanded her and again she’d been totally in the vampire’s control.

Irene sighed as the woman at her out.

“Get out of here!” she spat.

“You!” she said to Jena, “Come back… This stupid cunt doesn’t have your natural skill…,”

“Please… don’t make me…,” Jena began to cry as she turned around, her feet now able to move… but towards the bed.

“Shhh,” Irene said “Your mouth is for my pleasure.”

Jena went down on her again. She lapped at Irene just as eagerly and unwillingly.

Irene came again… and again shot her wetness into Jena’s hungry mouth.

Irene pushed Jena away and called two males to service her. She had one lie down. She moved over him, taking his erection into her ass as she lay back onto him. The other mounted her, pushing his cock into what Jena had tasted.

Irene moaned as two cocks worked her holes.

Jena turned to sneak away again… only this time she couldn’t—but this time there had been no command.

She looked back at Irene in shock.

Irene was looking at her and burst out laughing.

Jena couldn’t understand it. With no command to stay she still stayed.

“The sweet little bird is addicted to my sex!” Irene chuckled.

Jena closed her eyes. “No!” she thought “This can’t be…. This is wrong. No… It’s evil!”

Irene was soon coming again. The two males did their best to please her…

Jena looked back at Irene and suddenly realised she was massaging her small breast as she watched.

Irene chuckled again.

Jena was being perverted.

“You’ll need to clean out my holes…” Irene said as the two men were ordered away.

Jena got back onto the bed and looked at the white cream around Irene’s holes. She tentatively licked. It was warm, salty. She could taste that the two streams were different (somewhat).

“All men taste different,” Irene said as if she had read Jena’s mind.

“Come,” Irene said, drawing Jena’s mouth up her body. “Taste…,” Irene said offering her breast.

Jena did and was surprised to soon taste a warm sweetness.

“Yes… milk!” Irene said.

Jena drank, but was shocked because she now realised that Irene was in fact reading her thoughts.

“Yes, I can…,” Irene said answering the question Jena had just thought.

Suddenly Irene grabbed Jena by the hair and pulled her head aside. Jena felt a sharp sting as Irene bit… And then… the most amazing warmth…

She knew Irene was supping at her blood… both the feel of the mouth tugging at her flesh, and the grunting sound escaping Irene’s nose… But it didn’t feel bad… In fact there was some connection there she’d never felt… No.. She had felt it… Something… maternal? Yes… As Irene drank she knew what it was like to feed a daughter… As she had once fed from her mother.

There was a sense of dependency. And it blew her mind.

“Drink!” she heard Irene say and then she snapped out of her feeling and saw that Irene had cut her own wrist. She pushed her bloody arm towards Jena.

Jena tasted it, and she was soon feeding on it.

Jena was kicked off the bed as Irene drew another man to her to fuck her.

Jena fell in a heap on the floor. A terrible heart burnt through her body… And then, so quick, it was gone.

She stood up. Even as she stood she felt more powerful.

She looked at her own hands and as she concentrated she could see the flow of blood in them… It was like she could see a different level of reality.

She turned to look around. There was a guard in his uniform but Jena could see the blood flow to his erect cock (erect as he watched his mistress Irene fuck).

Jena turned around to look at others, and other things and she could see like she had never seen things before.

She heard a beating sound and turned to see a moth hovering near a candle. Concentrating she could hear its beating wings like the thump of drums.

Every one of her senses was dialled up…

And then…a burning hunger.

“Jena?” came a familiar voice. Gentle hands grabbed her. “What have you done to her?”

“Ivan?” Jena gasped looking up to see her younger brother…

“But…? How did…?” she began.

“Shhh.,” he assured her “It’s alright. I’m here now!”

Ivan had returned that night to the village only to be caught by a guard. Now he’d been brought before Irene.

“What do you want from us?” Ivan said.

“Want?” Irene asked.

“Yes… to let us both go free?” Ivan said.

“Let us go and I’ll give you a handsome reward” Ivan continued.

Jena looked at her brother. He smelled wonderful. She watched the heat of his blood pulsating through the veins and arteries in his neck.

“What kind of reward?” Irene played along.

“Name it…,” Ivan said.

“Oh, but your sister doesn’t want to go…,” Irene smiled.

“Of course…,” he began and he turned to look down at his sister.

“I’m so hungry…,” she moaned.

“Jena?”

She opened her mouth. Her upper canines extended into fangs.

“Jena?” Ivan cried.

She grabbed him by the back of the head, turned it and bit into his throat.

“Oh, God!” he cried as she pushed her sharp fangs deep through his flesh.

His blood welled up in her mouth and she tasted a coppery goodness. She drank. It was delicious. She drank again and again, holding on to her brother… this hot source of fantastic flavour.

“Ahhhh!” she gasped, releasing him. Her brother fell lifeless to the floor.

Mira stepped into the room. She grinned, her fangs bearing. She rushed to Ivan but he was spent. Nothing left to feast upon.

Mira rose and looked at her sister’s bloody mouth. She kissed, at least scoring a taste of the vital fluid.

Jena was dhampir now too. She didn’t even realise it.

“Come satisfy me…,” Irene ordered as the next man drew off her, a fresh load of come left in her.

Mira and Jena looked at that delicious slit and went together onto the bed. There was no competition between them. They each took turns lapping at Irene’s sex.

They were now vampire slaves.