The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The deserts of Mesopotamia could be either humid or windy. But inside the walls of the city state of Sumeria, things were much better. Houses were common. There were also many tradesmen and women dealing in all sorts of trades, in the bazaar. From here, the Blonde warrior was leading her horse by its rein. Sumeria was the only place of its kind. It was the only “city”. Here people from all ethnicities, cultures and background could be found. Theirs was of a higher standard of living and very commercial oriented.

The Blonde warrior stood over 5 foot 8 (tall for that time), with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, a feature common in the cold northern lands where the Scythian tribes dominated the grasslands and lived on tents by riversides. The Blonde Warrior’s name was Alana (A-Lay-Na). She was dressed only in wolf skin but which also could be converted to a cape that hanged by her neck. Once in this heat. she would reveal to all that she had silky panties and slky bra covering her breasts, nothing else. But she also wore fur boots and had a large sword by her belt. And a bag of gold coins too.

The streets were crowded with merchants and civilians who paid their taxes alike. The inhabitants of the city were the original desert people with dark features, hooked noses and black eyes and black hair. They had better clothes than those of the North and had a higher civilization as well.

As Alana walked along the bazaar, she saw many men looking at her. A big fat man who was out-of-shape, with a hooked nose and broken teeth and a head taller came up to her and was carrying a bag of gold, saying to her

“How much? How much for one night???”

Alana grabbed the shorter man and threw him against a bazaar table selling fruits. The owner was furious at the man that was thrown there.

The other men who gleered their wicked and horny smiles at her, then turned the other way. She was tall and storng and not meek like their own women, covered with larger clothes and some even covered their hair too. Alana was in this city for a reason. She was interested in finding an actual local person called Ismil. He was a short fat businessman who had something she wanted. The Eye of Lilith. The eye was so powerful that she could use it to defeat a supernatural enemy in the north who also happened to be some nighttime vampire king.

As Alana kept on asking for directions, someone finally told her where she could find Ismil. Alana still walked on the streets, passing by harlots and pimps. These women disgusted her, offering their bodies for men for money. All of them scantily clad dressed. And in broad daylight as well. These women have no shame, Alana thought. They were too meek and not a single voice of independence amongst them.

Alana finally reached a large shop. She entered it. Once inside, she saw all sorts of antiques and artifcats displayed on the wall and on shelves. Finally a short fat businessman came out from an inner room which she could make out, probably the man’s office. Alaan then said to him in a strong defiant tone

“Are you ismil the businessman?”

“Why yes I am. How may I help you?”

“Do you have the Eye of Ganesha?”

And if I do have it?”

“I can pay you the money. Right here and right now”

She tossed him the bag of gold coins and he maanged to caught it. Once he peeked inside it and shaked it, he then said to her

“That is real money”

“Do you have it or not??”

“Ok if you insist”

He placed the bag down by what looked like his counter. He then walked back to his inner room, not without saying

“Just wait there. I will get it”

As Alana kept on waiting, Ismil finally came out from his office. He was holding in his hands a round stony disc that had written inscriptions on it. As he was carrying it, he was showing it before Alana, saying

“Just out of curiosity. Someone told you that I had it”

“A friend said that you werer the one who bought it off from a last person”

“Oh well he needed the money and sold it to me”

“WEll he was killed by a vampire. I need it to stop the vampire”

“Oh yes. My frind who sometimes ventured to your part of the world told me too that vampires were very frequent thre. No sunlight for months and so, easier for them to come out anytime they like”

“I also need you to tell me how it works”

“Oh certainly”

As Ismil was near Alana, he showed it to her and also said

“You must show it like this to the vampire and say these words , which can only affect creatures of the undead”

Ismail was reciting those words and as he recited them, Alana’s eyes, fixed on the disc’s writings, was mesmerised by his words. Then all of a sudden, the cold tall Blonde warrior stood there like some sort of zombie. Ismil then told her

“Follow me to my office”

“Yes master”

Once inside the office, Alana was made to stand by his coin displays on the table inside. He then gave her more orders

“Now take off your clothes”

“Yes master”

The once proud warrior took off her clothes until she was completely naked. He then ordered ehr

“Now I want you to go on your knees and suck my penis off”

“Yes master”

Alana droped down on her knees, puilled down Ismail’s pants and started giving him oral sex.

“And I want you to suck it all. Not let a single drop of it touch my floor”

Alana was drinking his Sumerian sperm, using her warrior-mouth to please the dick of a businessman. He put one hand down on her head, as if a symbol that he put her on her place, while his other hand still held the stony disc. Afterwards, he told her to stop. He then ordered her to go on all fours. On all fours Ismail performed anal sex on his “new golden-haired slave”. He kept on hammering her ass and hammering. Having sex with these beautiful barbarians was something all Sumerian men dreamed of. And then after the anal sex, he said to her

“I want you to lie on your back”

“Yes master”

Once Alana lied on the office floor, he came on top of her, inserting his penis inside her vagina and then started fucking her really hard while taking turns to suck on each Scythian nipple. The slave warrior could do nothing but only moan in sexual and painfuil pleasure.

After Ismil had finished using Alana as his temporary sex slave, she just klied there naked and sweating on the floor. He looked at the Eye of Ganesha and kissed it, saying to it

“No way will I eevr part with you, my little friend”

TWO HOURS LATER

Ismil led with his new slave by the manacle around her neckto the Slave Auction and since the Auctioneer was a good friend of his, the Auctioneer helped him auctioned off his slave at the slave galleys for all buyers (mostly local men and many rich ones too) to see and make their offers. Alana was now only dressed in silky panties and silky bra, nothing else.

The Auctioneer then made his offer

“How about 100. Do I hear 100?”

A skinny man shouted

“I have 200?”

The Auctioneer smiled at Ismil who stood next to him, winking and smiling, and then turning back to his potential buyers

“Do I hear 300 from the crowd??”

A tall man with broad shoulders shouted

“I have 500???”

Auctioneer looked at everyone else and then said

“Do I hear 700???”

A woman dressed in rich garments then said

“You are going to hear 900, and that is coming from me”

The woman had a husband who regularly had sex with his slave girls, all purchased foreign female slaves, from Black Africa to the Orient.

Finally a man came up and said

“What about 2000?”

The Auctioneer saw the man. Whether he recognized the man or not, was irrelevant but if Alana’s mind was hers again and she saw him, she would have recognised him as the man who tried to buy her out earlier for sexual services. The fat overweight man who looked as if all he did was eat and do no work at all (most likely because he had slaves doing them and that he was filthy rich).

Auctioneer then said to everyone else

“2000 anyone? Going once. Going twice”

No one dared to make any other offer because it was too much and so the Auctioneer looked towards that fat man and said

“Sold”

The fat man walked to the Auctioneers, as the rest of the buyers went their own way and back to their own business. The fat man paid the Auctioneer and then told Ismil beisd him,

“We split fifty fifty”

Ismil only smiled and said

“Naturally”

The Auctioneer then looked towards Ismil and then Ismil said to Alana,

“The person who I give your leash to would be your new master. Is that understood???”

“Yes master”

Alana was forced to watch the manacle leash being handed over from Ismil’s hand to that fat guy’s hand. Once he had the leash, he eyeed Alaan with lust and tugged on the manacle leash really really hard

“Now you are all mine you little bitch. You were rude to me earlier and now you have what is coming to you”

The fat man led his Scythian slave by her leash and walked away with her, with the Auctioneer calling out to him

“Just remember. If you want more female slaves, I am your man”

NIGHT

THE FAT MAN’S MANSION

Alana was completely naked and she was spread eagled over the fat man’s large bed. Her ankles and wrists were tied up to each ebd post, although he didn’t really need to do it. The fat man lied next to Alana’s body and her breasts, stomach and even her pussy’s yellow pubic hair was covered with grape fruits and dates. The fat man would take the food off her body and chunk it down his mouth. She was ordered to feel and react as if she was a helpless rape victim, which made his revenge even more exciting to him.

He then placed two strawberries on each nipple and he then sucked it off from there. It tasted nice and sweet. After eating off her, he then finally got on top of her. His hands groped her breasts, squeezing. All Alana could do was make those rape-victim noises (as ordered by him). His weight was also too much for her body to handle and so, she felt semi-suffocated. but to him it was nothing but sadistic pleasure which he seemed to gravitate to.

As he then squeezed ehr jaw, he then said to her

“Not so bold are you now? I want to see that pretty mouth of yours work”

He sat by her tummy, which was heavy for her but could still take it, having muscles to handle these type of strains. He then pulled her by her long blonde hair and so, she had to face his dick between her own boobs.

“I want you to suck me off”

“yes my master”

Alana opened her mmouth and he then cruelly thrusted his cock into her jaw and she was scuking him but he was fucking ehr head at the same time so was more pleasure than pain. As she was sucking him off, he stiopped pulling on her hair and so she was forced now to sue ehr neck muscles to leverage her head, so as to continue giving blowjob to her new master, at th same level as ber boobs.

The fat man untied both her wrists and he then said to her

“Now squeeze those prety boobs of yours against my dick”

After he slapped both of her breasts really hard, Alana used her tired wrists to try using what hand muscles she had left to push both her own boobs against his cock, as if sandwiching the cock.

The fat man enjoyed Alana degrading and humiliating herself this way. Her “people” were reputed not to ever succumb by any form of threat to survive. And now thanks to mind control by magic, Alaan was all his, for the rest of ehr life until he tired of her or decided then to further sell her off or give her away as someone’s birthday present. A property to be used and abused by the likes of others like himself.

As the night kept on going, he finally told her to stop blowing his dick. His idea was that before he would ever have her sold off, that he would impregnate ehr body with his seed so that she would give birth to “more of his children”, which he had acquired from his other slave girls already.

As the fat man once more tied Alana’s wrists to the bed posts, he then squeezed her jaw and told her

“I am going to enjoy this. I am going to fuck you and you will give me sons”

With one thrust from his dick to her pussy, her entire face looked in complete agony. The proud warrior was now totally gone and whatever her fate was after that night of sex and bdsm torture, was now up to the rich fat man who owned her. And tonight was just beginning and going to be just one of many nights to come.