The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“It’s true, we have Lida and her little brat here after all. I thought Yanuka was just pulling my leg, but I guess not.” My eyes flutter open at the sound of her voice. It’s one I know without knowing. Life is so much easier knowing nothing at all. “It’s a shame Yacawa can’t be here for this, huh? She would have loved to see this . . . but she had to be stupid. Those who can’t adapt, die off. It’s just that simple, no?”

The woman speaking has the most beautiful sparkling blue eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. They glitter and shine without any light to help them. Her long curvy legs stand out just as much, and it helps that her skirt is barely a belt. Of course the most important detail is her long flaming hair.

I am Yanuka’s well-locked slave, and Quillspawn’s ancilla. I belong to the Nesatealia. Nothing is more perfect than that.

“I remember her mother very fondly . . . Was her name Susan? And my dear Yonva, Yacawa would still be around if Yanuka hadn’t wanted Lida to go to her daughter. Not as if she’s dead or anything, but well . . . you saw where she is now. It’s a delicious sight, but I think this one is better. LaSilvas women are just . . . there’s something about them, isn’t there? They have the best nipples.” The woman with her has darker hair, just as red but closer to the crayon, and her red robes are made to accentuate her bust. She wears golden jewelry over her fingers and her ears that glitters with pretty rubies.

They were there before I was born. That’s who they were. Yonva and the witch that Lida didn’t recognize, they were there with Yacawa. They were the ones who helped make this my destiny. I want to thank them, so fucking much.

Yonva sighs and runs her fingers tenderly along my breasts, leading them to my nipples to give them both a nice twist. “Very true, my dear Yunru. Both points. Too bad she can’t glow. I heard that she looks like a light bulb made for sex on dark nights. Oh well. What were those words? Weren’t they something like . . . Fuck? Suck?”

“Yessss!” My body twists in its bonds as oil fills my mouth and dribbles past both sets of lips. It’s so good to have my words spoken. It makes me twist tighter and tighter.

Maybe eventually I’ll twist so tightly that I’ll break into a million obedient pieces.

“There were seven . . .” Yunru steps closer to me and runs a hand along my face. “Seven is a good number to seal. It’s a powerful number. It’s three sevens in the slot machine of lust. Well, obedience, but when you have a body like this, obedience often means that. I have to say I like the way their eyes look the best. Just look at them! They’re so . . . bright. Even when all of the intelligence is drained out of them, they shine. Lida might not have that smooth silver hair, but she has the eyes. Maybe I’ll play with her instead . . .”

“We are all here for your pleasure. Use us as you wish.” My voice only speaks on its own. I love being a slave to my own lips. It’s not my oiled mind making my lips move, but the magic that Yanuka and Quillspawn worked into me. My back still stings and I love her for it.

They melt so close against me and I moan in the sweet pleasure as their lips press over my neck, over my collarbone, hands kneading at my breasts and fingers twisting my nipples. It’s hard to pay attention to any one touch with both of them so close with such soft, perfect hands. I just know it feels better than heaven. “That’s right . . . Mmm, I used to think that Yanuka was a little brat, but her methods work so well.” Yonva’s voice almost sounds as good as her fingers feel stroking between my legs.

Their red hair against my skin makes my body tighten so much. When I wasn’t even born, they melted magic into me. They prepared this path for me. Now I get to thank them by being their toy.

“Yanuka is a brat . . . but she’s family. She’s hot family, with hot toys, and these ones she’s even sharing. Of course, we helped with these two . . . Mmm, I take it back, her daughter’s silver pigment is quite alluring . . .” Yunru strokes over my ass and I groan as she kneads. “Plus, her voice is so much more satisfying . . . don’t you think?”

“If Lida were more than just locked in a very, very deep sleep, I would suggest we have our way with both of them to test, but I’d rather not take the chance of waking her up and you know that I have a tendency to get a little . . .” Yonva’s fingers clamp around my nipple hard and pull, twisting more and more until I feel like she’s going to tear it off, making it hurt so good, before releasing. “Just a little rough . . . and while I could always oil her locks a little, or more, Red will want to see her bright eyed.”

Lips soothe my sore nipple and I mewl in thanks. I love it when they use me, but a part of me still appreciates being treated sweetly. That’s probably bad, I . ..

“Fuck! Suck! Slick! Drip! Twist! Tight! Sink! Stop!” My body tightens infinitely more as oil drips again from my lips, from my ink-filled back, from my nipples, from my heart, and from my pussy. It feels so much better to be sealed tighter, to be helpless, enslaved, controlled. Empty. I’m empty, except for these locks, locked with nothing important behind them.

My mouth is so full of oil, and swallowing some of it so I don’t choke makes me groan. It tastes like sin, like control, like betrayal. It tastes like all of the dirtiest but sexiest things in life. It tastes like my eternal enslavement.

Their hands smooth the oil over my body and it makes me feel tighter as it melts into my skin. My eyes hood from the sleepy feelings as they massage the oil there. Nothing is better than this.

“Wow, she even says her words on her own. I wonder if it’s an interval thing or just reinforcement. Myself, I was always one for accessories . . .” Yunru licks her lips before licking mine and I groan at the thick black taste. “Not that I exactly loved the surprise burst of oil in my mouth, but not all surprises are bad . . . Think we should take her off the wall?”

Yonva’s lips close around my ear and I shudder as her fingers slide from my ass to rub my slick sex. “No . . . More fun to use her like this, bound and immobile. Besides, the bonds are such a pretty contrast to her skin, aren’t they?”

“True. Very true. It’s a shame that Red will probably wind up taking her away. There’s so much I can imagine training this one for.” Yunru’s face nuzzles against my breasts and I arch towards her as her arms wrap around me. “Mmm, and she already responds so perfectly. We did a good job on this one, didn’t we? We really do deserve a turn.”

Fingers thrust between my legs and I feel my keyhole clenching around them. Every thrust is like another deadbolt being thrown, making more oil help my locks stay nice and tight. More chains slide into place for doors that seal away all of my choices and thoughts, and I scream as she rubs her thumb against my doorbell so perfectly. I love being so treasured by both of them, so savored, so wanted. I shouldn’t feel anything, but they’re Nesatealia, they’re witches, so it’s okay.

Nails trace the lower curves of my breasts making my body shiver and shake towards them. I love being the center of so much attention. I love being used. I love dripping with lust and oil.

Yunru’s lips press against mine and I kiss her back, melting into the warmth of her body as she grinds so hard against mine. Something in her lips burns into me, making my whole body surge with desire. It’s a feeling, a deep, strong feeling, but I can’t resist it. It’s like pure lust, like the feeling that her body and mine were made to melt curve into curve, her eyes gazing into mine, her lips against mine, bound together forever in lust and heat.

Behind me I can feel Yonva’s body grind against mine, her smooth legs taking turns sliding against mine as her fingers move faster. Like adding combination locks between my legs, I feel so tight as my hips buck and my eyes roll so far back into my head.

It’s more like my eyes are being forcefully pulled back. I want to look forward, I want to stare into Yunru’s eyes as she fills me with this heat, but it’s too hard and that’s not my choice. Nothing is anymore.

Her lower lips grind into my thigh and the same heat forces itself into me. My pussy clenches even tighter around Yonva’s fingers and my nipples tighten more and more. I’ve never felt so aroused. So much heat is swirling in my head as Yunru’s lips still grind and she moans against my lips. Every second only gets hotter as nipples press into my back and hands thread through my hair.

So much heat, it’s too strong, making me feel, making me think, making me think of so many ways I’d love to grab and grind and use her hot pretty little body, but my arms are trapped. They try to pull towards her but all that does is make me arch more against her.

The tattoo on my back burns and I cry out against one of my owner’s lips as the nipples grinding into the tattoo make my body feel so melted and hot. I can feel my body throbbing as that heat makes my locks clench tighter and tighter. It feels too good, so much heat, the body behind me, fingers locking me up tighter, fingers that keep getting warmer, hotter, burning the same heat into me from three different places.

Too much, but never enough. I could never get enough of this. The yearning, the craving, it’s so right. I want to ache like this forever.

Lips pull away from mine and I gasp in as much breath as I can take. “Fuck, she kisses like, like, no one. Seriously. Her lips are amazing . . . I feel lightheaded just kissing her, just grinding . . . She’s worth every little spell we poured into her . . . f-uuuck . . .”

“I know . . . Just fucking her, grinding into her . . . it’s amazing. It’s more than amazing, it’s making me feel . . . really good.” Yonva groans and nips on my ear before grinding into me even harder. I can feel her pussy-slick thigh against my ass when I grind back against her and it makes me shudder. My tattoo burns harder, and my oily body feels so slick and hot. I love being a fuck toy. “She tastes really good, too.”

My words come out of my lips again, those seven perfect words, but I barely hear them. The sound of my heart beating hard in my ears is too loud. My body is on fire, screaming, needing, and I thrust myself down into the finger inside of me hard as I can.

“Fuck, she’s just dripping with oil . . .” Yunru’s voice sounds more like a moan as she nibbles down my neck, grinding into me again. Hands twist my nipples, and I can feel the oil tingling into my skin. “Maybe we should clean her off . . . It’s been awhile since I licked an oil slut clean. Sound like fun to you, sis? We wouldn’t have to unchain her for that . . .”

Lips and teeth move from my ear to my neck, then to my shoulder. My sounds are as nonstop as their touches. “That sounds like an excellent proposition . . . The goddesses will devour from their toy the drippings of her mind . . .”

Yunru’s pussy grinds down my leg as she slides down my body, tearing heat into me in ways that make my whole body feel like a part of my libido. Her lips start to suckle and lick at the oil slicking its way down my leg as her sister suckles what’s dripped down the back of my neck from the lock on top of my head. Yonva’s hands keep pulling and twisting at my nipples in just the right way to make my body howl in pleasure.

Just a toy, just a little witch toy glistening and dripping with ink as the tattoo on her back burns and pulses in turn with the two witches’ mouths. Every time one of them sucks or nibbles or licks, the tattoo pulses and I clench a little harder. It feels like they’re connected, but I don’t know how.

“Oh fuck she tastes so . . . ooh!” Yunru groans, her mouth so close to my slit as that lock tightens harder. She latches on, making me scream even louder as she sucks the oil out of my folds. My eyes cross up inside of my head as my body pulls so taut. It feels like she’s sucking at the lock, pulling it tighter and making the oil drip harder and thicker and faster. Her tongue feels like it’s pushing in right where the pen pierced into my control, and the oil is so thick.

Her tongue moves faster at the taste of the thicker oil. It feels like she’s trying to get as much as she can, but her tongue slows as more melts into her mouth. It almost feels like the heat that’s burning into me is burning back into her. Her tongue moves like it’s heavy inside of me and I clench at the thought.

Yonva’s lips suckle over the tattoo as she keeps moaning against my skin. It feels so good, making my back vibrate and the tattoo pulse harder. My body still feels so slick and so wet, but the more they suck at the oil the more I feel it tingling and burning against me,

I wonder if it’s burning into them . . .

“Fuck! Slick!”

Why I only yelled out two instead of seven . . . I don’t know. I only know what my owners want me to know. I only do what Yanuka and Quillspawn wants me to do.

Both of the witches sucking on my body cry out and suckle harder. Yonva’s hands at my breasts fall away as she shakes against my back. Yunru’s lips latch as her body leans against mine, her lips vibrating against me as she moans. It feels so good, and my tattoo burns hotter as our moans grow louder.

“Tastes . . . fucking amazing . . . like I can taste her inside . . . insiiide . . .” Yonva moans and starts to nibble over the small of my back, sucking hard between every nibble. “Like . . . like . . . ohh.”

“Y-yeah . . . It’s like . . . the more I suck, her pussy is sucking at me . . . sucking and . . . oh . . .” Yunru’s voice sounds so sleepy as she suckles more and more, so devotedly as her hands massage oil into my thighs. I can feel it tingling into her skin as much as it tingles into mine.

My vision swarms in wisps of light and dark as my eyes flutter, rolling forward and back into my head as the witches suck them forward and then suck them back. Yonva’s suckling keeps bringing her lower and lower, over my oil-soaked ass, and then down to my thighs. Her tongue slowly traces up towards Yunru’s, and soon they meet inside of me.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

My toes and knuckles curl so tightly I can feel the whiteness bursting between my eyes and my thighs clench as an orgasm of oil melts over their tongues. I can feel it, the oil twisting tightly as it drips into their mouths, pulling them against me, pulling them into me the more that they suck.

The oil over my tattoo burns with every burst of suction, and my voice screams in tune with it. My screams keep whimpering out “fuck” over and over, making me overflow, making them suck harder and faster, making the oil melt down their own bodies. I can’t look down to see it, my head tossed back in the throes of passion, but I can imagine their beautiful bodies being soaked in oil and lust as they suck and suck and suck.

They almost pull away several times, starting to slow, to stop, but I just cry out that word again and they suck harder and moan harder against me. It feels like it goes on forever until they just suck. They don’t try to pull away, but I cry out that word anyway just to make them suckle harder.

“Good little ancilla . . . Mother was a touch worried these two arcane brats might believe their past efforts obligated you to them . . . and it was her thought, of course, that such was simply unacceptable. You did quite exceptionally well. You’re an overflowing little vein of oil, aren’t you?” Quillspawn’s voice feels like it’s coming from inside of my head even though I can see her in front of me. She looks so perfect, her mind in Silhouette’s body, the tattoos that already covered her body glistening with the new power inside. It’s the perfect body for her. Everything should be perfect for her.

“Yessss, oil slut, oil slave, dripping and dripping and cuming . . . FUCK!” I scream as loud as I can to feel so much of that oil melt past the trapped witches’ lips They latch tighter for just long enough, and Quillspawn grins at me. Oh, pleasing her . . . perfection.

She steps closer to me and looks down at them before stroking my breast like most would a cheek. “Very good. Sadly, this little visitation was merely to verify our little Pallas-Flytrap caught these two little miscreants. It’s a shame, truly, but their new place is a place more suited to those who would play with another’s toy.” She flicks a nipple with her nail and I moan even louder. “By the time I’m back their minds should be so well oiled that locking them up will be simply a matter of course. Keep a cunt on them?”

“Of couuuurse Quillspaaaawn! I . . . I . . . obey! Fuck!” My body shudders madly again as another rush of oil floods into their mouths. My body feels so wasted, but still ready to do whatever my owner requires of me.

“Good. See you then.” With another flick I hear her clicking away above my moans. I love being so useful for her.

I’m sure Yonva and Yunru will love it just as much.