The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Krill’ine thought the entire ritual summoning failed and swore on her recent ancestors for half a candlemark. She wanted to throw the sorcery book across the chamber, but she’d ‘borrowed’ it and also, even in temper, knew she had to clean up the summoning energies before throwing things around the room.

The book went back into her secure slidebox. She locked it.

She simmered in anger. So many resources spent. It had taken months to gather the components without tapping into her personal privileges or asking friends to borrow something that might stir unwelcome interest later.

This is the part where we negotiate.

Krill’ine gasped at the voice in her head whispering right through her enhanced psyche wards.

She spun about with a quell spell ready. She was alone. The chamber she’d built with her own will over months was empty. Or? Not? She shifted her perception to magic.

She closed her startled mouth. There was something in the summoning web. She stepped closer. “You are not a Chaser. Or are you damaged? Why are you invisible?”

Dear thing. Do I look damaged? Is this your first summoning?

No. It was her seventeenth. She squared her shoulders. “Careful, demon. Consider negotiations begun. Answer my questions.”

Answering questions costs. State a transaction.

Ah, yes. This was always the tricky bit. If she were to accomplish a long, insidious obstruction of her cousin’s skills, she would need the demon for months, maybe even a year. Demons loved to trade for time. “Each question answered, and I let you remain a full day in the realms of my forefathers.”

No. Dear thing, how old ARE you?

Krill’ine glared at the twisting shape in the web. “The formal process is for you to counteroffer. How old are You? Is this Your first summoning?” The demon’s mental vibe certainly had a weird, childish flavor. Impossible. Demons had no children.

Skittering chimes echoed in Krill’ine’s head. Odd laughter. How was the demon projecting into her mind wards? Only sound was supposed to cross the containment. This could be unhealthy. Dismissing this demon and trying again after a month of restocking supplies would be very annoying.

Touche’. Counteroffer, three full days for each answer.

“Two.”

Done. Answers: I am not damaged. I am not invisible, I’m immaterial. I’m older than this lostways you have built, and I chatting up King Swayville, the Will Monster. You figure out the calendar, as I do not use one. No, this is hardly my first summoning.

Mmmm. Swayville was dead close to 900 years. Krill’ine struggled with elation and pique in lopsided parts. Just that fast, five answers, she’d have to 10 days of the containment web. Her supplies would be seriously depleted. She’d hoped this task would be agreed to today.

Must be careful with questions. Best to watch her temper. She’d never summoned something this old. Of course, some demons were timeless. What the hell kind of spawn was this?

Better not ask. Immaterial demon. She’d look it up later. She did not recall any immaterial demon types. “I have a delicate task. One of my family is overreaching her station and deliberately overperforming on our t projects. She gilds every project with extra work revealed at the last minute. She’s a damned showoff. It makes me look bad with my parents and aunts that I can not equal it. I need her work to be sabotaged, discreetly. An immaterial demon should have an easy time of that. I believe a few months of failures for her would do the trick. If I free you from containment, I need your service for a half-year. You need to explain in the counteroffer what your needs would be.”

There. No questions asked.

I can do that. You should allow a year, both in case she catches on and realizes she needs to shield her work from sabotage, and also in case you change your mind about the speed of her downfall. My needs are a body if you want me to interact with material things or the equipment she’s using. You don’t want her to find demon magic in her private work areas. Discreet would be a servitor who slips around, whom few know, either gender, someone plain, and is often seen in your domain.

Oh. Body? A slave? Mmm. Personal servant. All too easy to get caught and confess. Krill’ine responded, “Clarification. A servant or slave you will puppet to do the work would be subject to interrogation.”

Not with me deep within their brain. I shall possess the body. The living will of the body will only be as awake as I choose. I can fully access the mind for impersonation tricks, and any interrogation will not reveal me, or I routinely defeat probes for truthful answers I don’t like.

Krill’ine scoffed. “This sounds fanciful. If such a demon existed…”

You would never have heard of such. Or me. Right? That would be the ‘discreet’ part.

Krill’ine considered. What a coup this could be. How had the default summoning ritual snatched such an odd demon? The page protocol was calibrated for Chaser types. A demonologist must have reworked and sculpted a Chaser into this peculiarity ages ago. “It would seem you are lying about something in this. You are not a Chaser. You have abilities that are ‘secret and most discreet,’ and yet, you ask me to contract with you with no surety. There are boastful demons who exaggerate skills that they cannot deliver. Our binding pledge should…involve a test case.”

“If you can really do these things, then it seems you could possess, my cousin, Ahkant, walk her here and have her kiss my slippers and forget all about it afterwards.”

A good example. Yes. I can have her kiss your ass. Given time, I can have her plan her own sabotage, if you like that better. I would need a description, image, or some personal material from this Ahkant, such as a ring or a bit of clothing.

Krill’ine quickly scrubbed at her mind to remove the mental picture of baring enough of her protective apparel so that Ahkant could kiss her ass flesh. Gross. It took minutes to clear her thoughts. Sick. Demons were so odious.

“She is a cousin. We live in the shared House Helgram domain, but I do not have casual access to her suite wing. We don’t even work together except when assembling the final form of the project demands. Simpler if I conjure a seeming image. Can you track her down from that? House Helgram has plenty of demon wards in common areas. Tell me how you would deal with them.”

If I compress inside a mind, servant or slave. Such wards will not react to me. I shall find her. Take her. She will then order the same servant or slave I just left to wait in place while I bring her to you.

“How interesting.” Krill’ine now had thoughts about all kinds of things that would push her own House career ahead of all her peers. It seemed this demon had done this sort of work before. If not boasting, this approach was the worst sort of temptation. Insidious. Elegant.

Krill’ine needed to test it. “Once you take a body, you can master impersonation. This example test needs a span of time. I do want to see you acting the part of Ahkant.”

Give me two days. I will agree to follow any and all of your bestest/feeblest orders during that time. To prove myself. I will also return to containment whenever you wish, so we can close the longer period negotiation.

Krill’ine shivered. The power. “I accept. What shall I call you?”

I accept. The summoner usually decides.

Krill’ine smiled. “Vandal, then.”

Waiting was hard.

Krill’ine worked on her duties and the demands of the House. Her mind counted hours. If the demon, Vandal, did not return in two days, it could be a complication that shattered her standing in House Helgram.

She’d be marked for demotion to a younger caste. She’d be ruined.

Akhant approached Krill’ine after a community trip to the Fragile Deaths presentation that same bluesky.

That was unexpected. Public. Nerve-racking. Too soon. What did she want?

“Cousin Krill. We need to talk about the work delivery. I seem to have hit a snag.”

Krill’ine took off her dressy mask and slipped it into the interior pockets of her defense gown apparel. “Really, Cousin Ak? This would be unusual. Yes, let’s discuss it. Perhaps I can help you. Do we need to go to your workshop?”

“That depends. I did not want to ask for so much of your time. I brought sketches of my problem. Could you review and comment? It’s probably just that I’m too close to the problem.”

Solve something for you? Sounds delicious. Krill held out a gloved hand. “Certainly.”

Akhant ed three filmy worksheets. Krill nearly dropped them when she saw the top sketch.

Akhant nude. No protection layers or jewelry. On her knees. Kissing Krill’ine’s slippers. Gross. Sexual.

Krill had never seen a nude adult. Except slaves; that didn’t count. Let alone a female—and one she disliked so intensely.

The second sketch was Ak nude and down on fingers and toes, like a pet ruffillmant. Her tongue hung from her mouth, drooling. Eww. Shameful.

Krill shuddered. The third sketch was more extreme. Hot. Weird. Obscene. Ak was nude but wrapped in tight black cords. Ak was more naked for the pinching bindings. It was obviously not an outfit. She had blank eyes in the sketch. The webbing looked tight enough to leave marks. Krill was breathing too fast now. Aroused.

Such power. Such shame.

Krill felt heat creeping up her body from her crotch. She wasn’t in season. She hadn’t done the reproduction rituals. Her Elders had not arranged a husband for her. This felt like a sickness trying to enter her. Her fingers trembled.

Akhant was still waiting. Neutral expression, of course. Snob. Bitch.

Krill’ine composed herself. Barely. “Snag?” She swallowed. This was wrong. So wrong. She stared at Akhant’s eyes. Are you in there? I’m so ashamed of what I’ve done.

Akhant nodded, her soft voice was perfect. “Yes. I want to try all three, but I thought, Krill, she’s lazy but artistic, maybe she could improve on these foul ideas.”

Fury burned inside Krill’ine. Lazy! Combined with the heat across her torso, she felt wet. Shamed. In public. Was anyone near? No. Her slit was wet. She restrained herself from crumpling the sketches and throwing them in Ak’s face. They were in public. A horrible thought surfaced. Had Ak killed the demon? Was this torture a counterattack?

The cousins stared at each other for several minutes.

“Cousin Ak. I suggest you haven’t really understood the assignment. You are a gross bit of fluff who only has a talent for sketching trash. You have a mind for trash.”

“I have a mind for trash. That’s harsh.” Ak hinted at a pout. “How unkind. And gross? No, my dear, you are gross. Always thinking about fucking me. I have a mind for trash. You are right. Trash. But still, I’d like to be your pet ruffillmant.”

Krill’ine shuddered. Speechless. The wetness spread down her legs. That word! Fucking! Her? Slave talk! Crude!

“How am I doing, Mistress Krill’ine? Do you think I ed your test?”

Krill’ine grabbed for discipline. Mental toughness. Everything slipped through her fingers. “I. You. What? Vandal?”

“Yes.”

Krill ground her teeth. “Why didn’t you tell me it was you, you hellspawn?”

“Perhaps we should fuck. In public.” The voice inflection was perfect, snide Akhant. ”Or maybe slap me in public for my filthy mouth, and then I’ll scamper after you to apologize, and we can fuck in your rooms. Or maybe…”

Krill’ine slapped her with full strength. It felt glorious. Akhant was always smarter, more skilled. Showing off. Krill orgasmed at the steamy shock. She whirled and paced quickly away. Back to her suites in House Helgram. Back to a sane world.

Akhant followed. “Cousin. Cousin, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Please?”

Krill walked within her discipline but faster than her mother would approve.

Krill tried not to let Ak into her personal suite. But realized the test was over and she needed to stop this. So when Ak pressed harder than Krill expected, Krill let her slip in.

Krill triple locked the wards.

Akhant/Vandal took off her clothes, so quickly, so fast. Krill had never seen anyone discard royal protective layers like that. Never imagined. How long did she practice that?

Gross. Hot. Confusing.

Akhant got down on her knees amongst the discarded layers. “I am so turned on. I’m in season now. So hot. Now I’ll kiss your slippers.”

Krill’ine pointed a finger at her. “No. No. We are done. This is sick. This is not what I wanted.”

Ak wiggled her bare ass like a pet ruffillmant. “Then why are you wet as a slime eel, cousin?” That snide tone!

How dare she?!

“Oh, my terrors!” Krill grabbed Ak’s hair and pulled her head back. She slapped that grin. Slapped those dancing eyes. Slapped that mocking brainy snobbery.

Akhant orgasmed. Flushed across milk pale skin.

Krill orgasmed harder.

Ak laughed.

Krill slapped her. “Trash!”

“Yes, Mistress Krill’ine. I’m trash. Thank you. Fuck me.” Snide.

“Women don’t fuck women. You gross thing.” She slapped her again. Krill came. “I am…not…” Hot.

Ak came and wiggled. “Oh, sweet little sorcerer, have I got secrets to tell you.” She laughed. “Keep going. I’m putting all this in pockets of Akhant’s hot dream states. She’ll find them later. The more you do, the more she’ll find and like it. Sex is the ultimate imprint. Be angry! You’re good at this.”

Krill shouted at Vandal. “You cannot treat noble blood this way! The test is over!” Kriil’s heat made her dizzy. She was not yet 30 years old, so she couldn’t be in season. She hadn’t done the rituals. She dripped. She slapped Ak again. It felt like hot freedom. Powerful.

Snobby. Brainy. Little rutting ruffillmant.

Krill’s clothes layers vanished. The room’s chill hit her wet slit and hot nipples. She groaned.

Just as fast, magic flared again, and Akhant was trussed naked, webbed in black cords that pressed in everywhere. Mishaping her slender ivory skin. Akhant radiated bound arousal.

Akhant/Vandal started licking Krill’s toes. Like a beast. Hot mouth.

Krill came again. A demon is fucking my feet. Krill wanted to rub her fires. So lewd. She started to totter off-balance. Her legs gave out. Akhant/Vandal caught her. They kissed.

No! Gross!

Ak grew her tongue deeper into Krill’s hot mouth. Shaper skills. Ugh. There was a book. Krill had glanced at it once. A man could put his yang in your mouth, and you would not conceive. Krill sucked hot tongue. Oh. Her mouth juiced hotter.

Mind-bending.

This must stop. Krill fumbled her mind to touch Ak. Fight back. Wake up.

She connected to Vandal instead. Shock. A heat that doubled Krill’s fire. Her Name! She was the Mother of Ty’igas. It meant nothing. They kept kissing. Tongue. The Mother laughed and ed more pages of her Aunt’s sex book that Krill had never opened again. Blink. So many pages. Ugh.

Oh. Diagrams. Gross. Oh. That one was fucking hot. Let’s do that.

Yes, little sorcerer, let’s do that.

They did that. They did it until Krill ed out.

Akhant woke on the cold stone floor. But it was not her suite. She ached all over.

How? Where?

Akhant gasped. She was virtually naked and webbed with pinching cords that had no beginning or end. She felt weirdly sexy. Dizzy.

Her sex throbbed. But she wasn’t in season. She had not done the rituals! She pushed up and did not recognize the room. Where?

“Good sky to you, Cousin.”

Oh, dark hell. Her doltish, boring cousin, Krill’ine, seated in her finest regalia, calm as if Akhant’s trappings weren’t obscene. Sketching. Hellspawn! Sketching her nakedness?!

Akhant covered her sticky, slick sex with both hands. “Are you insane? The Elders will toss you into the Abyss when I bring charges against you.”

“Will they?” Krill’ine sketched away.

Akhant climbed to her feet. This was shameful. Outrage! How had Krill’ine managed this humiliation? “I shall ruin you. I’ll destroy you.”

“Why would they believe a trash sex freak like you?”

Akhant’s brain rolled and flamed. Ideas. Sex. “I have a mind for trash. You are right. Trash. But still, I’d like to be your pet ruffillmant.”

Ak’s slit gushed. What was she saying? No. Krill’ine wasn’t a strong sorceress.

Krill’ine’s cold voice. “Get down, Akhant. Trash girl. Behave.”

Ak’s legs quivered. She wanted to be down? Hotter…nonono. So wrong.

Krill’ine stood up, setting her sketch work aside. “Try again. Get down, Trash. Behave.”

Akhant stared. Her sex leaked. Pounded. “I have a mind for trash. Trash mind. Trash.” Her hot shame. She’d never felt like this. So good.

Krill’ine commanded, “Down.”

Akhant orgasmed. She got down on all fours. She came again.

Krill’ine cooed, “Good girl.”

Akhant came harder. So good. She had trouble catching her breath. “Impossible,” she muttered. “No spell works like this…”

The Mother of Ty’igas ed the hot view to Krill, held squirming in the far back of her own mind. Now watch, Krill’ine. We just increase the pressure a tiny bit. Every noble fears losing social status.

The Krill/Mother impersonation was perfect, even to Krill’s ears. “We need a better working relationship, Akhant. I’m really on your side. I’m not going to expose your trash sex freak habits to the Elders.”

“Oh, yes.” Akhant orgasmed. Shame. “Don’t. Please. Thank you.”

“But you need to behave in public. No trash sex freak behavior.”

“Oh, yes.” Akhant orgasmed. Groaned. “I will behave. Thank you.”

“But since you have trash sex freak needs. You can be my pet in private.”

“Yes.” Akhant orgasmed, shook. “Trash. Needs. I will behave. Pet. Thank you.”

Akhant arched, stretched her webbed outfit, and moaned on all fours. “Thank you, Krill. How did you do this to me??? Please, help.”

Krill whispered, “Cum, my trash sex freak pet.”

Akhant lost herself in multiple orgasms. So powerful. Best ever. Krill was going to keep her secret. Hot. Pet. Freak. Ak sank to the stone floor, squirming.

Krill/Vandal nodded. Well, Krill’ine. This seems to be what you had in mind. Are we agreed then? I’m free of the Abyss for a year in your service. You can manage Akhant from here. I shall follow your lead.

Krill, smothered in heat, surrounded by her own lust, tangled in the recesses of her own mind, was furious. Stop. Rubbing my thighs. Together. You. Insane. Fucking. Creature.

At once, dear thing. The Mother responded. She gave control back to Krill from the waist down.

Krill’ine rubbed her needy thighs tighter, faster. She could not stop. She wanted it. Tighter. Rubbing. So good. Need to orgasm.

Are we agreed? The Mother asked. Oh, here’s a fuck spell you don’t know. She put the spell into action and tucked a copy into Krill’s memory.

A vibrating nubbled ball of magic squeezed into the protective apparel layer right on her sex slit crown. Buzzing. So tight within her girdle, the vibe spread her nether lips. Cumming. Krill shook. Cum. Star sparks crisscrossed her mind. Cum. Oh, Mother, yes!! That’s so delicious.

Agreed?

Yes, Mother. Agreed. Yes. Yes. Yes! Krill wept. So hot. Fucking lovely heat. More heat.

Thank you, dear thing. We’re going to get along so well.