The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jamie woke up with the sun spilling in through blinds that she didn’t remember opening. Taylor was beside her in bed, still just as naked as she had been the last time that Jamie saw her. As if to make sure the past two days hadn’t been some elaborate dream she reached for Taylor’s breast and squeezed it tenderly.

Taylor groaned, arching up into the touch, but doing little else. Her chest continued to rise and fall with long, slow breaths. Jamie savored drinking in the sight of the light across her naked curves, gently tapping and stroking along spots that looked extra soft and warm.

Mmmm I can smell her even more… intensely. She’s still drained from last night, but not empty. I think I’d need to order her to wake up, but there’s really no need to rush that. She looks so good asleep. Like an angel. Jamie’s warm smile slowly turned into a grin as her eyes hooded. And angels are the sexiest when you’ve stripped away all of their dignity, all of their purity, and turned their lovely halos into collars. You’re going to be my little slut forever, Taylor. At least until I grow tired of you. I’d like to think you’ll always be special, my first… but I think I’m starting to think that I might forget what it means to be sentimental.

The fragility that Taylor possessed felt like it had grown over the night, driving the gap between them ever wider. It was harder to imagine caring about her as an equal. Thinking of Taylor on her knees was so much more natural.

She’d never thought of herself as dominant before. She’d been too shy to even make a pass at women she was interested who weren’t married. It’s less like I’m becoming dominant, and more like I’m seeing that people like her she just… be submissive to me. It’s the right thing for her to be. It makes her happier to not think and do what I tell her to do. Mmmm and I can still feel the power from her inside of me. But I want more…

Careful not to wake her up, Jamie shifted until she was kneeling with her legs on either side of Taylor’s face. She reached up for her own breasts, trembling at the familiar sensitivity. She tugged on the padlocks, twisting them when there was no more give.

A moan howled from her lips and she bent forward. Her body felt stronger. Smoother. Her pale skin was both more pale, and yet somehow glistened more in the faint light. Her nipples felt more pleasure from her tugging while taking longer amidst the twist to start actually aching in real pain and not just the biting grasp of intense stimulation.

Everything was better. She was better. She swayed her hips above Taylor’s face, twisting her nipples harder as her eyes rolled back and crossed. Her tongue hung lewdly from her mouth as she panted and rolled her body through the waves of pleasure.

Her pussy shimmered, and the scent of new lust mingled in the air with the old. Taylor moaned under her, squirming without moving away.

“Oh, I think it’s time to wake you up sweetheart. Time to let these new instincts show me what to do…” Jamie laced her fingers through Taylor’s amber hair, pulling it just tight enough for her to quietly mewl as her eyes fluttered open. A mere moment later Jamie pressed her slick sex into Taylor’s lips, pulling her ever tighter. “Time to wake up and give me what I need to get going, slut! Time to accept that it’s what you are for now. You’re a slut. My slut. You’ll do what I say… Mmm… and love it!”

Taylor’s eyes barely began to focus before her tongue teased its way along Jamie’s folds.

She moaned, leaning forward to gaze down into the fuzzy eyes of her former friend. It was hard to call her a friend anymore when she was waking her up like this. There was very little friendly about it.

The pleasure that flowed over her from between her legs pulsed and throbbed with molten heat, and her hips moved quicker as Taylor’s tongue woke to its task. Without her more acute supernatural senses Jamie would have had difficulty being sure that there was any of Taylor awake, but now that she was feeling the movements of her tongue she was sure her pet had recovered so much more than it looked.

Her will was eroding, but the desire taking its place was all the sweeter to harvest.

“Mmmm that’s right. You want me. You need me. Need me, Taylor. Need me with every… little… fiber… Ooooh fuck yes!” She howled and threw her head back, blue hair cascading along her back. She stretched herself, reaching a hand back to stroke along Taylor’s pussy. She was already so slick.

Lyla’s sealed whispers guided Jamie’s body, and before she knew it she felt the throbbing heat between her legs grow ever slicker. Taylor’s eyes shimmered red at the force of the dark power working its way into her mind from her former friend’s snatch.

Jamie could feel it, like so many tendrils of lust moving their way around Taylor’s brain, penetrating each synapse, and burning in need, desire, lust.

She had thought that to use the powers to make Taylor a thrall as Lyla had mentioned before she would need to burn obedience or submission into her brain, but found her body doing something so much more perfect as she whimpered and twisted again at her own nipple. She didn’t need to make Taylor helpless to obey if she pierced the parts of her that had formed her free will and filled them with the scent of her pussy.

Taylor moaned as she licked, defenseless against the powers that destroyed the woman who had loved her friend so dearly. There was no room for love. Those places were penetrated just as deeply, and filled with hot, boiling lust.

“Mmmm that’s right… suck me… lick me…MMmm fuck me, as I fuck you into my little pussy slave. You’ll do anything for my body… Anything for my… oooh for my cunt! Anything!” Jamie screamed and pulled Taylor’s hair ever harder. She could feel the energy, her own lust burning and searing through Taylor more intensely than she felt the padlocks in her nipples. Her skin shimmered in the dim light, seeming to catch all of it to shine it in a spellbinding display for their captive audience.

Taylor had long since forgotten what struggle was, much less how to try. She suckled with all the passion of a desperate lover, hands stroking and squeezing over Jamie’s thighs to keep her closer and feel more of her exquisitely warm skin.

Jamie laughed louder and louder with every moan as she shuddered and bucked into Taylor’s mouth. Nothing felt so good as knowing that the more she corrupted Taylor’s mind she was blackening her own soul as surely as she was dunking it in a bucket of paint. Every sinful step in Taylor’s destruction hasten her towards erotic damnation.

She screamed when she came, a rush of dark energy thrusting deep into the center of Taylor as she felt so much power flow back through her. “C-cum with me, cum for me, thrall! Y-you’re m-my little… t-t-toy!”

Jamie’s pussy muffled Taylor’s screams as she bucked her hips and surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of the darkness that suffocated what little light remained inside of her. Her fingers dripped as she pulled them from betwixt Taylor’s legs, and she took her time savoring the taste. There were still faint hints of Taylor’s innocence like bits of chocolate swirled with vanilla ice cream.

Only ice cream never made her feel so powerful.

“Mmm you stay here and masturbate for me. I want you even more wet when I come back, slut, understood?” Jamie raised an eyebrow, smirking as Taylor nodded lazily against her sex.

Laughter filled the room again as Jamie crawled off of the other woman, still licking her fingers clean as she made her way to her bathroom. She had to see how she looked now. She felt too strong for it to not be something she could see without even looking for it. The sight of her emerald eyes as rich rubies pulsed between her legs with an intensity she wasn’t expecting.

She found herself compelled to stare into her own eyes, even as she easily saw the effect the dark magics and so much lust harvesting was having on her features. There was not a single mark, blemish, or imperfection to her skin. Instead, she only had the texture of erotic temptation.

Her skin looked so soft, so supple, that even Jamie couldn’t resist reaching up to stroke along her own reflection. Not human, but not quite demon yet either. Mmmm my eyes are so fucking hot like this. They’re really red… Mmm… But I… If I focus… She stared deeper into her own eyes, and laughed as the color shifted to yellow, and her pupils stretched like those of a cat. She focused again, and her eyes became their usual green. It took no effort at all to allow them to become their natural red.

“My eyes… they’re really red. Mmm I think anyone could see them like that now, unless I hid them. I’m starting to be able to change how I look… Fuck that’s so fucking hot!” Jamie groaned and stroked along her reflection’s breasts.

They weren’t larger, but they were… perkier. Fuller. Every aspect of her body was changing from being mundane to otherworldly. Even the small tuft of dirty blonde pubic hair she kept above her mound looked somehow more gorgeous. With a moment’s focus it turned the same blue as the hair hanging over her shoulders.

Such little effort, and she knew she could probably look like Taylor, or Lyla. The wings and the tail felt beyond her grasp, and yet so close. If she focused she could feel a tingle in two places along her back, and just below the small of her back.

She could only feel it if she concentrated, but it was there. The roots of her next transformation. They’ll probably be just as easy to hide as my eyes by the time they grow… Mmm… Fuck, Jamie. You are so. Fucking. Hot. Jamie laughed, shaking her head as she leaned closer to her alluring reflection. It nodded with her, and seemed to move forward as if to promise undeniable pleasure were she to not resist.

Even the way her body moved was changing. She was becoming a predator. Instead of growing talons, she could smell lust. Instead of a sharp beak her eyes could bespell any woman.

Her red eyes flared brighter in the mirror, and she moaned as she felt Lyla’s power pulse through them. I… but… she’s… not… here…

It was more powerful than when she felt words in her mind reveal themselves. The power inside of her felt more like a sliver of Lyla imbedded into her libido. Its tail flicked side to side, and Jamie swayed with it, gasping at the stimulation from her swaying padlocks. She couldn’t look away from her own eyes, and could barely breathe through the oppressive heat that pinned her down inside of her own mind.

Your eyes can bespell any woman… Your pussy can make them need you… Your breasts… Mmm no need to spoil it all for you, is there? You’ll find out so much all on your own. You should go out today. Hunt new flesh. Remember. Tonight we’re going to complete your transformation. You’ll want to be ready for what awaits you.

When her own eyes released their hold on her, Jamie screamed as the unexpected orgasm shuddered through her. Her toes curled as she leaned against her bathroom sink to keep her balance.

Lyla was so strong that she could leave behind pleasure as powerful as the entirety of yesterday’s multi hour fuckfest.

Mmmm I want to be that powerful… And she’s right. I need to learn everything I can about how my body is changing. I need to go out and absorb even more lust… Mmm… Jamie leaned in to the mirror, giving her reflected lips a long tender kiss before she moved back into her bedroom.

Taylor was where she left her, dutifully moaning as she rubbed along her slick lower lips. Jamie looked to her, and then glanced towards the front door.

One last taste for the road can’t hurt.

“All right, Taylor! We’re going to try something a little bit different this time. Have you ever cum so hard from having your mind filled with demonic energy that you forgot your own name?” Jamie licked a finger, and stroked it slowly over one of her own nipples with a quiet moan.

“N-no, Jamie… N-never… But… Ooooh… If it’s with you… I w-want it! Bad!” Taylor’s hips wiggled, making her body so pleasantly squirm.

“Perfect! I like trying new things. Let’s get started.”

Even after the shower, and brushing her teeth, Jamie could still taste Taylor on her lips. She imagined that was probably part of her new senses. She dressed slowly, pulling on a black blouse over her lacy blue bra that matched her hair. She didn’t bother with any more buttons than felt absolutely necessary. The short black skirt was one she couldn’t recall buying, but hardly minded how it held her ass.

“You be a good girl while I’m gone, all right? We’ll need to do something about people expecting you at home eventually, but I think we should be fine for today. And after today, well… I don’t really think that we’ll be worrying about much at all.” Jamie grinned.

On her bed, Taylor was still naked, and shuddering at aftershocks from orgasms that had ended over half an hour ago. Drool pooled from the side of her lips, and her unfocused eyes stared mindlessly at the white of the ceiling. Her thighs were soaked, and the stain between her legs was darker than the red of Jamie’s eyes.

“Good! Oh right, how could I forget these… just in case. I’m still new to this whole thing, after all!” Jamie grabbed a pair of thick, dark sunglasses from her bedside table.

They were one of the things that Lyla had tasked her with procuring. At the time she hadn’t understood why, but it made perfect sense in retrospect. Even if the magic to alter them was so simple, she had no idea what could possibly distract her or make the magic drop. It was better to have something to fall back on.

“You’re in charge while I’m out! Don’t go anywhere! You can have anything in the fridge if you get hungry!” Jamie blew Taylor a kiss, and received a strangled moan in reply.

Jamie laughed and sighed wistfully as she moved out the door and locked it behind her. She had no clue where to look for a suitable meal, but she didn’t feel particularly rushed either. She wasn’t starving like the previous morning. Lyla had been right. Taylor really was a more filling meal when all of her body and mind were hardwired to lust for her more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

It seemed so obvious.

She walked down the sidewalk, and savored the sensation of the mid-morning sun. She could feel the way her skin harnessed the light to make her increasingly flawless shape all the more alluring. It wasn’t even a conscious effort.

All she had to do to be sexy was to be.

Even shadows bend around me to be more flattering. The wind blows my hair to make it look teased and irresistible to run your fingers through. Mmmm. All for me.

She paused in her walk for a moment as she felt a sudden wave of dizziness, and a pang somewhere in her chest.

I… can’t wait to share it all with Lyla. To break the circle… have her here…

Jamie shook her head and smiled. That was something to worry about after her transformation was complete. When they were sisters in sin, there would be no reason to keep the circle any longer. There might need to be a more powerful ritual or something, Jamie wasn’t sure. She’d only memorized the one ritual. After all, when you became part of the club all of those secrets came with it.

She could only imagine the secret handshake involved something along the lines of what Lyla had done to Taylor with her tail. She squeezed her legs together tight, moaning quietly under her breath. She wanted to feel that. She wanted to be that.

That was when she saw the same blonde leaning against a telephone pole. She was on her phone again, of course, and doing her best to look casual.

It might have worked if she hadn’t met Jamie’s gaze and then taken just a moment too long to look away. I can… taste something different from her. I don’t know what, but I… something. She’s… different. Thinking… something…? Mmm I can just barely sense it, but I’m not quite strong enough. Maybe…

Jamie grinned, hooding her eyes as she continued along her path. She wouldn’t even need to go out of her way after all. The blonde was right infront of her, and didn’t seem to be concerned that Jamie was approaching her.

“I told you, Rico. Too late to pull out now. This took years of preparation, planning… No, no, you listen. When we’re done, I’ll be the one putting you on report…” The blonde woman paused her speech, and Jamie suppressed a wicked grin as she watched her frown with more and more annoyance. She didn’t need to be a succubus to taste her frustration in the air. “I don’t care if Christina thinks it’s unethical. Christina never saw what I saw in Rome.”

With a happy little sigh Jamie stopped right in front of the blonde. With a quick pivot of her heels she leaned towards her , trying to meet her eyes.

This is going to be so simple… All I need to do is reach up, pull off my glasses and-

“Excuse me, one moment.”

The blonde put a hand over her phone and looked to Jamie with an expression she wasn’t prepared for. Annoyance. It wasn’t from the call either. Jamie could feel it was entirely with her. Her hand hesitated on the arm of her glasses. For just a moment something felt familiar, and she remembered the way she’d felt before Lyla. She remembered that awkwardness that always seemed to come out of nowhere.

“Somno tempore.”

Jamie’s eyes fluttered. She tried to make her hands into fists, but found herself far too dizzy. Everything was spinning. She’d never seen the other woman before, but suddenly…

She knew her.

M-mari..a…?

Jamie whimpered, her eyes defocusing behind her glasses as she felt the world spinning around her. Something was wrong. She tried to fight if off with the lust she felt for the other woman, the desires she had to see her kneeling… but all of that felt weak, like it belonged to someone else. Where she was, all she had was spinning, swirling, drifting away.

“C-cedo…”

Maria turned away with a sigh and a roll of her eyes. “I’m continuing with the next phase of the plan presently. Engaging radio silence. Tell Christina if she cares to say a few ‘Hail Marys’ and grow up.” Before there was a response she hung up the phone, and tucked it away.

She spent a long time just staring at Jamie as she swayed in place. It was impossible to see her heavily lidded eyes behind the thick shades, but the rest of her face told the story simply enough.

Maria stepped around her, slowly. She looked along her back, and traced a fingertip slowly along her spine. The sidewalk was empty. No one stopped as they drove by the sight of the blonde woman inspecting her blue haired companion’s every curve. With a nod, she took Jamie’s hand and squeezed tight. “You’re going to come with me. You won’t say a word unless told to speak. You are asleep, just as you have been trained to sleep.

“You enjoy this sleep. This sleep is bliss. This is the sleep you were promised. Euphoria. Free from sin. Free from worry. Free from thought.” Maria led her to her car, and opened the passenger side door. “Go inside. Sit. Close your eyes. You remember the game I taught you, right? Count the steps?”

Jamie whimpered as she lowered down into the seat. One last time she struggled, fought to resist, only for her eyes to flutter shut.

Count the steps… game… learned to play… learned it over and over, then learned how to forget… learned how to forget, using the steps… forget the steps… forget even as I fall… Stepping one then…

A slow, peaceful sigh slipped past her lips as she slowly nodded. “One… two… three… four…”

Maria smiled, very gently stroking Jamie’s blue hair. Her nails were painted the exact same color. “That’s right. Count in your mind now, sweetie. Count the steps. Every little bump of the car counts as another two. Keep counting. Don’t think. Just count.”

“Seven… eight… nine… Mmm…” Jamie’s voice trailed off as her lips coiled into a satisfied peaceful smile.

Maria closed the door and shook her head with a sigh before he stepped around the car and slid into the driver’s seat. “It won’t be long, and then we’ll get to play another fun, fun game. But for now, you just keep counting.” Maria started to drive, trying to look straight forward at the road and not to the woman beside her.

In the passenger’s seat, Jamie counted deeper and deeper down a dark staircase, dead to the world beyond her own mind.

“All right, Jamie. It’s time to play a new game now. It’s one we had to make sure you forgot even more than the first game? But you love it even more.” Maria whispered into her ear. With her eyes closed, her voice, and the steps, were all that Jamie knew. They were all that Jamie had ever known. “We’re going to play Metronome. Do you remember how to play metronome, Jamie?”

“Met…ro…nome… Yesss… Remember how to play metronome…” Jamie took a deep breath, and began to sway back and forth in the darkness of her closed eyes. When the metronome began to tick back and forth in front of her in counterpoint, she began to slowly correct her sway until it matched up perfectly.

It was a gentle sway, side to side, but the sound of the ticking metronome that was soft and gentle in the world outside was thunderous and imposing inside of her mind. Nothing was louder, and nothing had ever been louder.

The metronome because the first, and last sound that she ever heard.

Love to play… Metronome… Sway with the metronome… Keep time with the metronome… Kept in time… Time… Out of time… Obey the metronome…

The more she swayed, the more limp her movements became until her movements side to side were almost too minute to detect.

When the metronome stopped Jamie remained still.

Fingers brushed the perfect skin of her arm as in a distant world parallel to her own, Maria pushed up her sleeve and rubbed over the bend at the inside of her elbow clean with a small cotton swab. “You’re a very good girl, Jamie. You won metronome. That means you get your extra special prize. You get the gift that lets me absolve you, from all of your worries, all of your cares, and helps you share everything that you learned. Time for your medicine, sweet little Jamie. Hold still…”

Her arm fought the needle, even if Jamie was sitting still without a thought in her mind. She was happy to wait for her prize. When the tip finally pressed through her skin and sent chills through her blood she stayed just as still, even with the sharp pinch of the needle’s exit.

“Now hold your arm up like this… Good, very good Jamie. Your body remembers your medicine, even if you don’t. We gave you so much medicine to help teach you what you needed to know. What you needed to be ready for.” Maria sighed, moving a strand of blue hair out of Jamie’s face. “We’re going to start with a test. It’s a test that might hurt a lot, but we’ve trained you to take pain and still stay smiling and happy, smiling and asleep. Remember that training.

“Keep your arm held like that… and sleep…”

Jamie smiled and very slowly nodded. Mmm… medicine… feels… so… Mmm… everything is cool and tight, squeezing and… Mmm… medicine makes Jamie open… Medicine makes Jamie receptive… Receptive Jamies forget and remember what they’re told… Told…

Outside of Jamie’s drug fueled reverie, Maria reached down under her top and retrieved a sizable, elaborate silver cross. She held the chain in one hand as with the other she slowly raised Jamie’s skirt. Maria’s heart skipped a beat as she found herself staring at Jamie’s panties, and their rather prominent dampness.

She shook her head, and delicately lifted Jamie’s leg to apply the cross to the back of her thigh.

The instant silver touched her skin Jamie screamed, and tears began to well in her eyes. It wasn’t the scream of a pinch, or of slamming a hand inside of a car door. Jamie screamed in a horrific anguish that made the walls shake. The sound was both beautiful and horrific, and Maria found herself barely able to move.

As the scream grew louder, tears streamed along Jamie’s cheeks.

When Maria felt the heat from the cross burn out across her hand the heat was enough for her to break the spell of the cry. She threw the cross to the floor where the back of it glowed white hot.

Jamie’s thigh now possessed a brand with all the details of the cross.

“Ah, so you’re that far along already. Good. Tell me Jamie, what is the fantasy that you’ll do anything to fulfill?” Maria tried to grab for the cross, only to find it still too warm to the touch. She frowned, and grabbed it up by the chain instead.

Jamie’s lips trembled as tears continued to run down her face. Pain. She’d never felt pain like that in her life, and while she felt it that pain was the only thing that existed in her world. It was stronger than the command to hold her arm the way she’d been told. It was stronger than all of the games she’d been taught how to play. It was so powerful that even after it had past the lingering ache was too strong for her to feel the delicate touch of her own tears moving along the sensitive skin of her cheek.

“I-I…I… I want to be…” She sniffled, her voice dripping with slow to fade agony. While her voice was still every bit as sexy as Lyla’s dark corruption had twisted it, it now also sounded younger. Weaker. Maria clenched her hand into a fist around the chain of her cross as she listened. “I n-n-need to be… be... a succubus…”

“That’s right. You’d do anything for it. Even trade your immortal soul. Even blacken it with deeds to horrible to give voice. Isn’t that right?” Jamie sniffled louder and slowly nodded in reply. “Do you remember anything else? Any stronger desires? Look as hard as you can.”

Jamie quivered as the tears began to slow and her thigh began to cool. S-so much… so much… pain… Nnn want… succubus… want… lust… pleasure… not… pain…

Maria sighed, and slid her fingers through Jamie’s hair, quivering with the unfamiliar texture. It was softer than it had been the last time she’d felt it. Her scalp was warmer. The low mewl that slid from Jamie’s lips made her thighs shake. It was wrong. She shook her head, and frowned at herself.

She’d taken very dangerous risks. There was no way to argue that her hands were still clean. She’d done it for all the right reasons, but it was wrong.

But she remembered the words of the woman who had taught her what she needed to do. It was wrong, but it was necessary. The only way to stop the corruption of the world from growing ever worse was to go on the offensive. She didn’t even realize her mind had wandered as she continued to stroke through Jamie’s hair.

It felt both amazingly special, like a thing that she could spend the rest of her life doing, and so soothing that it was easy to forget and allow her mind to wander.

It’s necessary… It’s wrong… So wrong… but it’s stopping greater wrongs…

Jamie’s last sniffle as the final tear fell from her closed eyes drew Maria back to herself. She pulled her hand away from Jamie’s hair as though it had suddenly turned as hot as her cross against Jamie’s thigh.

“Do you remember any other desires, Jamie? Do you remember anything you ever wanted more than that fantasy? It’s very important. We need to know if you remember.” Maria stepped away from Jamie’s darkness, resting her head against a wall. She needed to cool herself, but every time she looked at Jamie all she could feel was heat.

Succubus… Need… want to be a succubus… Need to… Know if I remember…? What… What could even be before…? I don’t…

Jamie mewled in anguish as she slowly shook her head. It hurt to say no. It didn’t hurt like the cross, but it felt like a betrayal that even with what she had done to Taylor this somehow went deeper still. She’d never said no to Maria. She couldn’t remember ever having met her before, but she knew she’d never said no to her when that before had happened.

“Good! Very, very good. There was nothing before that desire, but it was important we make sure you didn’t remember anything… wrong. That could be dangerous for all of us, you know.” Maria turned back around to face Jamie and found her eyes drawn to the open buttons of her top.

With Jamie sitting, Maria’s height gave her the perfect angle to see the very edges of her bra. Her breathing was slow, and her chest still heaved from the exertion of the earlier pain.

The perfect curves of her breasts teased at Maria in ways that no woman’s breasts ever had. The longer she looked at her skin, the more she found herself licking her lips. The tips of her fingers tingled. She found herself aching, tingling as she struggled to think of anything else. When she looked back down and saw Jamie’s skirt still bunched around her waist she found herself caught staring at the damp spot again. It only took half a moment’s glance to be sure they were even more damp than they had been before.

“N-now… Jamie. Tell me about the book that you found.” Maria stared at Jamie’s eyes, as if uncertain that they were really closed. Once it was clear they were, she soon found her eyes drifting back down to settle in Jamie’s cleavage. The sight looked so very much like her hair had felt. Impossibly soft. “Tell me… everything.”

Jamie quivered, and began to recite on elaborate detail everything that had transpired. She described the week she’d spend masturbating while practicing the Latin chant. She described the night where she summoned Lyla. She described each form that Lyla took. Maria listened.

Intently.

Not a word slipped past her unheard, be it the description of her spade tipped tale, or the way that Jamie had felt herself spelled by her own eyes in the mirror. As dutifully as she recalled the events Jamie didn’t recite the phrasing word for word, but managed to be so detailed that Maria found herself tugging at her blouse before unbuttoning the first three. The white shirt she wore under it protected her dignity, but neither garment was enough to hide the prominence of her stiffened nipples.

Jamie’s use of words was nothing special. It was minutes of “and then” followed by “and then” but if her voice was powerful screaming in anguish it was no less powerful describing her experiences with Taylor.

“And then I saw… the woman from in front of Taylor’s house… The blonde woman… And I wanted her. I saw her, and I remembered the way I’d wanted to squeeze her ass. I thought of how with such little effort I could do anything and everything that I wanted…” Jamie moaned, and her legs lazily spread apart. “Mmmm then she said two words and everything—”

“You can stop now, Jamie. That’s more than enough. Do you know who that blonde woman is?” Maria stepped closer, trying to hold her breath as though the power the other woman held was contained in mere perfume. Just the thought had her catching herself amidst an unplanned deep breath.

Jamie fell silent with a nod. Her lips rested in a smile, even as her thighs squirmed. The only thing Maria could imagine was that Jamie’s own story was arousing her.

It was… intense. Powerful. I’ve never even… dreamed… of making love like that…

She chastised herself at once for thinking of one of those creatures and the word love in the same sentence. Even as she knew that her actions could very well have damned her every bit as much as Jamie, Maria knew she could not begin to soften. All she had left with the things she had done to get her hands on that book, to prepare for the path she’d taken was her conviction.

If she lost it now she was worse than damned.

Her fall would be worth nothing.

“We’ve played so many games… and I’ve loved each and every one of them. But the important thing is that we’ve taught you how to forget your games. We’ve taught you how to forget anything, and how to forget that you forgot it at all.” Maria’s voice quivered.

Her own words presented so many opportunities.

If I’m to be damned… I’ve only done this for divine justice, to stop things worse than her, but… If my soul is blacker for enabling Taylor to fall into the hands of such a creature… if I am never to know final absolution… Then perhaps such a dalliance, a single time exploring such carnal pleasures…

Jamie said nothing. Even as Maria stared hungrily between her legs Jamie said nothing. Even as Maria began to unbutton the rest of her blouse before folding it nearly over another chair, all Jamie did was sit and metabolize whatever “medicine” she’d been provided.

Jamie’s body was nearly perfect. It had been remade for sex.

And her mind had been remade to forget everything at a word.

For once I’m glad that Rico and Christina are off somewhere wishing they could head back to Rome and tell everyone what a terrible person I am. They aren’t here to see me commit a sin. They’d never let me live it down. Maria smirked as she pulled off her white undershirt, and reached down to begin unzipping her skirt. She wore dark stockings that perfectly offset her rich Mediterranean skintone. Her panties were black, and perfectly matched the bra that she threw onto the same heap as her shirt.

She looked to the cross she’d hung from the same chair as her blouse, and moved her top to cover it up. Even if He could still see her, it felt like having a picture of her father right side up in the same room while she was about to indulge her first lesbian affair.

“Jamie… We’re going to do something very, very special. It’s going to be a new game. A game that you’re never going to remember, and that we’re only ever going to play this once… But it is going to be your favorite game. You enjoyed touching Taylor, making Taylor moan… But none of that is going to compare to this.”

Maria straddled Jamie’s lap, and slid her fingers through that blue hair again. She pulled the soon to be demoness’s lips forward, until they were mere centimeters from her nipple.

It was her last chance to change her mind. It was the very last opportunity that she would ever have to have been tempted by the body of a woman becoming a sex demon and be proven chaste and virtuous.

Jamie’s tongue moved out to wet her lips, brushing Maria’s nipple.

She’d felt wetness against her bare skin before, but it had never felt like that. Her nipple was alight with pleasure and need. Her head spun with desires she had before only understood on an academic level.

“S-suck me, Jamie. And don’t you dare stop until I say.”

Maria moaned as aftershocks of pleasure ran along her spine.

Jamie was on her back, spread out on the floor. Maria was straddling her face. Her body shined bright with sweat. Her blonde hair stuck to her forehead as she continued to shake. She’d lost track of how many times she’d lost herself to the pleasure of the corrupted woman’s tongue dancing along her sensitive flesh.

Her thighs, and Jamie’s face, were soaked. Every breath she took shook through her body. Even the slightest friction against Jamie sparked tingles of pleasure that ran through Maria’s body.

The woman under her moaned. Her eyes were closed, but were they open they would be staring vacant and glassy at nothing at all. Her dark blue hair fanned out around her, falling in the perfect way to make clear the contrast to how the dim light in the basement room illuminated her milky skin.

Already she’d forgotten the pain at her thigh, and the cross shaped brand that remained singed into her skin. She could still taste Maria’s nectar on her tongue, and even thoughtless she savored the taste and the power she could feel pulsing through it.

She was playing such a fun new game. Maria’ quiet moans and trembling body were the rewards. She’d won. Jamie loved winning Maria’s games, even if she never got to remember playing them. Suck until you’re told to stop sucking… Lick until you’re told to stop licking… Mmm make her feel so good and never remember having ever met her… Mmm… Do what she says, and forget… Obey and forget…

Jamie’s clothes were scattered about the small room in stark contrast to the neat pile that formed Maria’s. Already she had forgotten if she’d been ordered to remove them or if Maria had torn them from her body in a moment of maddened passion. She was too lost in her own empty mind to ponder either possibility.

All she could be sure of was that she was playing her favorite game and her mouth was coated with the spoils. She distantly remembered that she hadn’t wanted to stop. Maria had tasted so good, and the power she’d felt from sucking at her clit had made Jamie’s body sing.

If Maria hadn’t been so insistent, Jamie was sure she would still be sucking.

Each quivering breath that slid past her lips blew across Maria’s slit and drew a new shuddering moan. Love playing her games… Always feel sooo… Mmm… Good. Want…

Jamie never wanted to stop playing this new game. Even if she couldn’t remember ever meeting Maria before, she knew that she’d never heard the woman scream like that before. She knew she’d never heard the other woman lose herself in the throes of ecstasy. Jamie’s toes curled as she inhaled the heady scent of Maria’s pussy. She wanted more. She needed more.

Even if she felt so full, so empowered, there seemed no reason to ever stop. Never want to stop playing…

It might have been minutes, or hours. Maria’s eyes were unfocused and dizzy as she tried repeatedly to rise only to feel another breath along her nether lips bringing her back down with another moan. M-must be… Mmm what happens when you’re celibate for so long… Maria’s hands shook as she felt along the smooth wooden floor as though using the firm texture to gather her own strength. Another gust of breath teased along her cleft and she fell forward, groaning weakly as she nuzzled her cheek that felt so warm into the cool wood.

Jamie moaned between her legs at the thrill of feeling Maria press against her. She would have reached up to pull her tighter were it not against the rules of the game. She’d been told to only use her mouth, and only when she was told. The command to stop was stronger than the cravings that burned through her with the heat of the sun.

“H-hold your breath… a-and stay still. Very still. That’s the new game we’re going to play, r-right… Nnn… Now. And if you play well I have a present for you…” Maria cursed herself silently for not having thought of it sooner.

Jamie nodded, her nose sliding along the very edge of Maria’s sex. It was almost enough to bring the woman crashing down against her again, but her hands clenched into fists against the wood and instead the howl of pleasure didn’t result in her losing the strength in her arms. She shook, but remained strong.

The room seemed to move, and her eyes strained to focus on anything, but her arms could hold her up. Maria marked it as a victory before taking a deep breath to steel herself for the challenge of standing.

Mmm new game… Not my favorite game, but a present sounds fun… Jamie’s lips curled into a lazy smile as she held her breath. Her slick thighs clenched as Maria’s shuddering body rose away from her. It felt more a punishment than a reward to have the woman’s sex moving further away, but she knew how important it was to play.

The idea of refusing, of struggling against the game, made her blood run cold. It was too disquieting a thought to hold. It felt slippery as ice.

As soon as it was gone, Jamie’s lazy smile returned. What little existed in her mind revolved around the promised gift. She dared not let the slightest breath escape. She was so still that even watching for movements in her perfect body would be nearly impossible. It would be far too easy to be distracted with her every flawless curve.

“S-sit up. And breathe. That game is over. It’s time to get your present. It’s a very, very special present.” Maria’s voice quivered as she began to dress. She had to bite her lip to hold back another moan as she watched Jamie’s body shake as she took in her first gasping breath.

Even with the moan held in, she still caught herself staring at Jamie’s body. Just the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed begged at Maria in primal ways she had no true practice fighting. She squeezed a hand around the cross replaced around her neck, but found it did nothing to cool her yearnings. The perfect nubs of Jamie’s nipples whispered how good they would feel with her lips wrapped around them. Jamie’s full lips made it too easy to recall how good it had been to be the one being tasted.

The flush skin between her legs offered further inhibitions for Maria to abandon. She’d already crossed several lines. Taking one more step seemed like such a trifle to even consider.

Can one be twice damned? If I’ve already stepped down this path…

Maria licked her lips as she stroked along her own bare chest. She had used Jamie as a sex toy. She was the damned, corrupted by influences more dark and dire than Maria’s simple transgressions. Would losing herself between the woman’s legs be more than just another sin she could confess?

The simple command to sit had swiftly brought Jamie upright. Her eyes were still closed. Her legs were splayed. Without knowing how long she had lost herself as a screaming mess it was impossible to know if Jamie needed more “medicine” or not. Still, it was hard to see the peaceful, vacant expression on her face and imagine that she counted as a person.

Maria was on her knees, leaning down towards Jamie’s sex when she regained control of herself. No! No… It’s just the temptation from the dark thing she’s become. That’s all. Of course that’s all. And after tonight, I will confess, and never transgress again. Never.

With the last button of her top set back in place Maria felt more secure. She had slipped, but only against undeniable temptation. Of course she would be forgiven.

Especially once her gambit paid off in spades.

“When we played the game that ended with your nipples pierced, I promised you that it was for a very, very special reason. Here… stand, and let me help you into the chair. Rise up, and take another step further down.” Maria moved behind Jamie to help the woman stand. By the moment she felt more confident that she was still every bit the pure woman serving the light.

As she helped Jamie sit back down in the chair she reminded herself that no other woman had tempted her like Jamie. She’d never even kissed another woman.

And I’ll never kiss her again, or another. I’ll never experience such carnal bliss again. Maria’s eyes fluttered as she moved to open a drawer and retrieved a small jewelry box that fit neatly in the palm of her hand.

“Are you nice and deep in the forgetful sleep? Do you need to count more of those steps?” Maria watched Jamie’s face, feeling relief that her eyes were barely drawn towards the other woman’s chest. It tempted her, but she was strong. She was a woman of God. She could resist.

“Mmm deep… s-so many steps… Medicine like falling down several flights… Mmmm… Can’t see the way up… Only further down. Forget the steps, only know I can always take more…” Jamie’s voice was that of a dreaming woman. Peaceful, and not driven by her will. It almost sounded like her voice was rising out of a deep prison with no visible way to go but deeper. Imagining Jamie so trapped made her safer, and Maria’s eyes wandered.

“Good girl. Just in case… Why don’t you count for me? Play that fun little game, and count more of those steps. Go deeper, and I’ll give you your present. Play, Jamie.” Maria leaned down, and took a deep breath as she removed the padlock from Jamie’s left nipple.

Jamie nodded, smiling wider at the chance to play another game. She loved to play the games she’d been taught. It felt so much better than the emptiness that consumed her when there was nothing to play. The sleep freed her from sin, but it gave her nothing but that calm certainty. As soon as she started to count, her voice sounded lighter, weight floating away from her as she descended deeper into her own mind. “One… two… th-th-reeeee…Ooh… Four…”

Maria’s brow furrowed as she held the padlock in her hand. Jamie’s nipple reacted so readily, and she found her finger stroking along the surrounding areola. It’s not my fault that I’m tempted by her like this. She’s so soft. She’s so warm. She’s being remade to tempt mortals into sin. It’s only natural that I want to suck. I’m only mortal. But I must stay strong…

“Five… six… MMmmmm seven…” Jamie’s voice quivered as Maria idly flicked the now empty nipple. She stared, fascinated by how her flesh reacted. Her lips trembled, quivering as though begging permission.

Jamie descended deeper and deeper, unaware of the affect her body had on Maria. She only counted, obeying the game she had been taught to play.

This… Mmm isn’t for my lusts. This is for the greater good. You’re just a victim caught up in a larger conflict, Jamie. A casualty of war. Maria’s eyes hooded as she removed the other padlock. Jamie moaned, tightening Maria’s thighs as she found herself leaning towards a nipple that seemed offered just for her.

She shook her head. The proximity was affecting her, she reasoned, but she was stronger. She would resist. She had to resist. She dropped the padlocks into a pocket in her skirt, and opened the jewelry box.

Inside were two small silver crosses. The backs of each were coated with latex. Maria whispered a silent prayer as she hung one, and then the other from Jamie’s nipples.

“Mmm ooh nine… ten… eleeeven… oooh…” Her nipples squeezed around the new presence, throbbing enough for Maria to feel. Tentatively the holy woman pressed the crosses into Jamie’s breasts, and sighed in relief. The latex coating was protecting her. Without the direct contact, it seemed harmless.

Harmless to Jamie, but hardly harmless to Lyla.

Maria allowed her fingers to trace lingering caresses along the other woman’s breasts. They yielded to the touch, and Jamie’s breath caught in her throat as she struggled through the arousal to continue her counting.

It would have been so easy for Maria to take Jamie again. She could already feel her panties wet against her as she imagined the role of the aggressor that instead of demanding pleasure, forced it onto another. Jamie’s body yielded to the faintest if kneads, and the moans that filled the basement send tremors along Maria’s spine. She could only imagine what it would be like to be forcing the other woman to cum.

Her fingers teased down along Jamie’s stomach. “Nnnoooh… fifteen… sixteen… seventeen…” Maria had hoped that the constant counting would give her something to focus on besides Jamie’s bod. She hoped it would help her stay centered. She hoped it would be enough to clutch and pull herself out of temptation’s grasp.

Instead, each number reminded her that no one would but she would remember. Jamie would forget, again. Jamie always forgot when told. She’d worked so hard to make sure of it.

No one else would remember besides herself… Well, and one omnipotent being.

It wouldn’t even be the worst thing I’ve done today… Just a taste, and then never again. This is just the power of a young succubus. That’s all. Knowing what it is that I need to resist will make it easier to do what I need to do in the future. Maria hooded her eyes, and flicked her tongue at the tip of Jamie’s nipple.

The cry that filled the room throbbed just as loudly along her clit.

If one can’t be twice damned, then surely thrice… Maria’s eyes hooded as her heartbeat fill her ears louder and louder. Jamie’s nipple shined wet with Maria’s saliva.

Her eyes grew softer the longer she stared at the nipple, and the cross that hung from it. Carnal desire. Forbidden pleasure. It was such a contrast to all of the oaths she’d sworn. The intimacy even with a woman who remembered nothing was such a more concrete feeling than the ever watching eyes that had ever watched but never embraced her.

You knew that this would happen to whoever you selected. You knew the consequences for this. The darkest temptation. If you don’t resist now, Maria, you’ll never resist anything ever again. Be strong. Maria moaned, suckling the wetness off of Jamie’s nipple before she rose.

The parting groan had her knowing she would have much more to confess even after Jamie was gone. For the first time since she had begun this dangerous plan she questioned its sanity. Christina and Rico’s objections still felt silly and plain failures to comprehend the stakes, but she had never considered the risk to herself beyond dreaming up the plan in the first place. Seeing Jamie in the flesh, her perfect flesh that was so fun to touch and to squeeze and to taste she wondered if she hadn’t given herself an impossible challenge to overcome.

“It’s time to start forgetting, Jamie. Forgetting you saw that blonde woman with… with… what was it you said you noticed when you saw her…?” Maria frowned at herself as she asked the question, but felt no compelling reason not to. It was important not to forget any details after all.

If Jamie was going to forget everything that made it all the more important for Maria to remember.

“I… I wanted to squeeze her assss… Mmm nuzzle in and nibble and suckle and mmm…” Jamie sighed, nodding as she took a deep breath, her breasts rising up before slowly lowering back down. “F-forgetting… T-time to start… to start forgetting… All of the games… Seeing… You… You… Forgetting… Playing the forgetting game…”

Maria looked down at her own ass, and tugged her skirt down as though to somehow obscure the sight. Even she had to admit that she had an attractive rear.

For just a moment she let herself wonder what it would be like to let Jamie have her way.

“G-good… The forgetting game. Forget everything, just like that. All of the games. All of the time since you saw me chatting away on my phone. You don’t remember me. You don’t remember going for a ride. I’ll tell you what you remember instead, and remembering that will be a fun game that you’ll never need to stop.” Maria took a deep breath and pulled away to gather up Jamie’s clothing.

The padlocks in her pocket clinked together. Souvenirs.

Another thing to help make sure Maria would never forget.