The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Item 125 is an unadorned chest made of oak with a cast-iron lock. Its 126 centimeters long, 70 centimeters wide and 60 centimeters high.” Miriam shut off the recorder before letting out a sigh. She was cataloguing the contents of a library, part of some disputed estate. All of it was going to be sold, but first it had to be determined what exactly was being sold.

Which was where Miriam Constable came in. Well, her and Janice Guerrada who was in the office opposite of her own. Both would have to go through half of the books in the library, but they’d had a little contest on who could do the contents of the chest that was now sitting in her office. Obviously Miriam had won it.

The reason they both wanted to do that part of the job was the story behind the collection. It had a rather large occult section and the books in the chest were supposed to be too dangerous to be kept where anybody could get to them.

A silly superstition of course, but it had whetted her curiosity and Janice had thought it was a cover for racy material. Miriam didn’t think so. She had found a few risqué books already so it was obvious the collectors weren’t that shy. Which left the question of what was in those books unanswered.

‘But not for long,’ she gleefully thought as her gloved hands turned the key. And she needed both because the lock was stiff, only giving way reluctantly. With a groaning click the chest was unlocked and Miriam now carefully lifted the lid to peer inside.

She was met by the musty smell of old books with a hint of ancient timber underneath it. Miriam was disappointed to find so few books inside, ten in all. She blinked as it registered just how shallow the chest was and a small smile appeared on her face when a hunch came to her.

A careful study of the bottom revealed that it was made out of several planks. Instead of starting with the books she had already found, she gently piled the few books that were lying on the right up on the ones on the left to clear that half of the chest.

Her hand traced the seam in the middle as Miriam considered how to open it. When her hand had traversed half of the width of the chest she felt something and on instinct she pressed down and to the right. With a click half of the bottom hinged up and away to reveal a second compartment. Books were piled up in a haphazard heap, filling the hidden compartment to the brim.

Miriam’s eyes were drawn to one book in particular. It was large and thick with three metal bands supporting its covers. There was no clue to what the book was about. ‘Only one way to find out then,’ Miriam concluded impishly as she took it out.

She turned the recorder on again after taking a seat behind her desk, she couldn’t open the book before noting what the item looked like. “Item 125a is a book, with no writing or artwork on its covers. The covers are light green with three iron bands running horizontally along them.” Since there was nothing else she turned her recorder off and opened the book to the first page.

Inside she was confronted with handwriting and a surprise. She blinked as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She recognized the writing on the top as Latin, but halfway it turned into what she thought was medieval French and the bottom lines looked like the squiggly lines of Arabic. Two languages she couldn’t read. It took another moment for her to realize that she was looking at a Rosetta stone. The same message in different languages.

At least she thought it was that. But to make sure she plugged in her handscanner so she could send an image of the page to a friend of hers. He should be able to tell her if she was right. Having sent the email she returned to the top of the page, she didn’t need help to translate the Latin.

Handily, the text started with a date. ‘The sixteenth of January of the year of our Lord 1603,’ Miriam read. Things after that got a little weirder. ‘To you, who reads this, be warned. Within this volume is captured,’ Miriam reconsidered the translation of that last word. No, it should be imprisoned. ‘Within this volume is imprisoned a demon most insidious. A creature of seduction and sin, not burdened by conscious or morality. Read no further, let it rest here for eternity.’

“Well, that certainly sets the mood,” Miriam muttered to herself. As well as puzzling. She had read about grimoires of course and had even read a few of them. But those were about summoning demons or classifying them, not containing them. When she had seen the date she thought that it was a grimoire, but either it was a very unique one or it was something else. “And it looks like Janice might be right after all. They did stash their smut in the chest.” Instead of turning the page she took the time to record the information she had gleaned.

With some guilty excitement coursing through her she finally turned the page. But she wasn’t confronted with lewd wood engravings or even Latin. What she was left staring at an incomprehensible script the likes of which she had never seen before. The page before her blurred and she had to blink a few times for her eyesight to sharpen again.

Startled she saw that she did recognize the language after all, it was modern English. True, the letters were a little strange but the style was actually quite engaging. A pleasure on the eye in fact. Writing her first impression off to being tired, Miriam concentrated on what this meant. ‘That this book isn’t all that old after all,’ she concluded. ‘The first page might have been written some time before the rest, but that is the remote possibility. Hmm, judging from the words I’d say it’s 19th century at best. More likely 20th century but that raises the question of who made it?’

She would have to read a few pages then, get a feel of what the book was about. Miriam snorted after reading the first few lines. ‘As introductions go its jarring, no introductions or explanations.’ It just told her about how something called a pleasure demon encountered a girl, barely into adulthood. She was kneeling next to a stream, with the sun up high shining down unimpeded by clouds or trees.

The girl was softly singing as she washed some clothes, including her own. This left Rachelle clothed only in her undergarments. ‘Lousy introduction, but the writer really knows how to describe something. I can see the girl, picture how she bends over to expose milky white thighs.’

Miriam’s breathing deepened as she read further, imagining the pleasure demon stalking Rachelle. Slinking up to her until he could mold his immaterial form to the unsuspecting girl. She could hear how he whispered hot urgings to her, molded his hands to her breasts. They could not stir her flesh, but they certainly stimulated her feelings.

‘Her nubs hardened as thick arousal began to course through her. Rachelle didn’t know where this was coming from, why it was happening now. She straightened her back as she pulled the wet article of clothing out of the stream. She stopped rubbing it so she could begin rubbing her thighs together. Her pussy was growing wet and Miriam cupped...’

With a start Miriam removed her hand from her breast, her heart still pounding as she got her bearings back. She was a little embarrassed to note the story had aroused her. But there were more important things, like whether or not she had imagined reading her name there. A quick search only brought up Rachelle’s. ‘Alright, that’s it. It’s just too late, time to go home for the day.’ It was easy to lose track of time in the office, there were no windows because natural light wasn’t so kind to old books.

Miriam removed her gloves and quickly packed everything up. In a minute she was outside her office but she didn’t go down the hall right away. Light was still coming from Janice’s office so she knocked, waiting for acknowledgment before opening the door.

Janice was of Puerto Rican descent with a perfect figure. Not that she showed it off much, Janice always wore a pantsuit at work. Next to her, Miriam felt merely comely. Pale complexion, dirty blond hair and brown eyes set in a face that was pretty but never beautiful. The only ‘advantage’, if you could call it that, was her breasts. Miriam’s were noticeably fuller but so was the rest of her figure.

“Hey Janice, just wanted to tell you I started on the chest.”

“Anything interesting?”

Miriam gave a rueful smile. “Not really. But you were right, forbidden did stand for smut.” Miriam ignored Janice’s triumphant look. “Anyway, it’s late so I am going home. See you tomorrow.” Having alerted Janice to how late it was, something both of them didn’t always notice, Miriam went home. Humming a wordless tune all the way.

The next day didn’t start well for Miriam. She had been restless last night. The story had put her imagination into overdrive. It continued to hound her with fantasies of what happened next to Rachelle. In desperation she had played with herself, climaxing in no time. And all she could see was Rachelle’s quivering body crying out Miriam’s name.

It was the first time she had masturbated while fantasizing about a girl, but not the last. Afterwards she had drawn it out. Kept her arousal going as she envisaged herself entering the clearing. Unnoticed by a still recovering Rachelle she pounced on her, crashing their lips together in a furious duel of tongues. With the pleasure demon coaching her Miriam unerringly slipped two fingers into Rachelle’s wet cunny. Her second climax hit her as Rachelle cried out in surprise. That had finally satiated her. Enough at least for Miriam to fall asleep.

As she was about to enter her office, she noticed there was no light coming from underneath Janice’s door. Which was odd because Miriam herself was running late. And Janice had always been on time in the two years that she knew the woman.

“Hey, Miriam.” It was Janice’s voice, coming from behind.

Miriam turned around and waved. “Good morning to you too. Looks like tardiness is becoming contagious.”

Janice shook her head. “Nah, just ran late last night. Have fun with the smut.” After those words she disappeared into her office leaving a flustered Miriam alone in the hallway.

‘The wizard was growing tired, only the sight before him kept him going. The baker’s wife lay before the aged wizard, moaning as the forester’s daughter daintily licked her button. Sometimes that soft tongue strayed to the wizard’s dick when he pulled out. A sensation that never failed to elicit a hiss from him.’ Miriam hummed in sympathy as she pressed the palm of her gloved hand a little harder into her clit. ‘Both women were helplessly trapped in the pattern, their minds completely focussed on giving pleasure. No thought in their heads about where they were or who they were with. All that mattered was fulfilling their newly discovered purpose.’

It was strange, how hot this story was making her. The characters weren’t actually that attractive. The wizard was old and nasty where as the baker’s wife had a rubenesque figure that simply didn’t do much for Miriam. The forester’s daughter was the most attractive of the trio, albeit a little bony.

Yet none of it mattered because she was looking through the demon’s eyes. Their pleasure hung heavy in the air, flowing into her and resonating with her own feelings. Miriam came as she felt the characters climax, biting her lower lip to keep quiet. And through it all she kept reading, even in the throws of passion.

She was still enjoying the aftershocks when she read about the aftermath. How the forester busted down the door and in a fit of rage killed the wizard. With growing excitement she watched the women through the demon’s eyes. Witnessed the two bespelled women attack the forester. Uncaring about the blood he was covered in, they tore off his clothes. They bit and licked the newly exposed skin on their way down.

The demon chuckled, and so did Miriam, as he wove his web. Redirecting the forester’s rage he gave it a new purpose. With a growl the man took a hold of the kneeling women, forcing their mouths to where he now needed them.

A finger had just slipped back into her pussy when a rap on the door interrupted Miriam. She snarled and was about to tell whomever it was to get lost when she realized she wasn’t in the cabin. Unsteady eyes fell on the clock and Miriam was astonished to see how late it was. She had spent the entire workday reading the book and she had no idea when exactly she had started masturbating. She did vaguely remembered darting out to have lunch with her fingers still sticky from her own cum.

She swiftly removed her hand and rearranged her skirt. She shook of the urge to tell Janice goodbye through the door so that she could go back to satiating her still needy cunt. Instead, she stood up and closed the book. Putting it in its protective covering she called Janice in.

“Hey,” Janice said with twinkling eyes. “Got lost in a good book?”

“Something like that,” Miriam agreed while removing her gloves. Janice’s eyes darted to the book. “I haven’t found a clue yet as to who wrote it, but he certainly knew how to tell a story.”

“Or she,” Janice supplied as they moved down the hallway. Miriam eyed her quizzically. Janice clarified, “there were women who wrote back then too. And us women have got our fantasies too, you know.” Miriam was wondering when she had told Janice about the age of the book but was sidetracked by Janice’s suggestive wriggling of her eyebrows.

A playful swat on her arm put a stop to it though. “Not all of us are obsessed with sex.”

“Sure, you keep telling that and I may even believe you one day.” They had arrived at the security checkpoint. It consisted of a guard manning a setup similar to the one found in airports, complete with a metal detector and x-ray machine. As she eyed the arrangement Miriam suddenly thought about how she could get the book past it. For a moment she felt the urge to go back so she could take the volume home. Where she could it read it undisturbed, over and over again until the words were burned into her brain.

With a shake of her head she dispelled those delicious thoughts. There was no way to get it past the guard.

But she wasn’t the only one who was a little distracted. “Oh damn, I forgot to print it out,” Janice declared.

“Print what out?”

“An article, I was going to read it at home. Why don’t you go on ahead, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I could...” Miriam began but Janice was already gone, leaving Miriam talking to empty air.

Yesterday she had been late, today the opposite was the case. Miriam couldn’t remember what she had dreamt about exactly that night, but she could guess. Waking up to find your hands playing with your body was a new experience, a very enjoyable one too. But for some reason it didn’t leave her tired or calm, instead she was still full of energy and definitely aroused.

She had put on a fresh pair of panties after a quick shower, well it was supposed to be a quick shower. Instead she had ended up with the showerhead between her legs. Breakfast proved to be a delay as well. Every bite seemed tastier somehow. The simple sandwiches she had slapped together were the best meal she had ever had. After breakfast she had to change again, her pussy was sopping and her panties had been uncomfortably wet at the end of breakfast.

By the time she could go to work, Miriam had resigned herself to going commando for the day. She didn’t really have an excuse to leave her bra at home, but the cotton of her blouse felt so good against her stiff nipples. She left most of the blouse unbuttoned too so that the world could get a good look at her cleavage. The jacket hid some of that so that she wouldn’t be thrown out of the building right away.

As she drove to work Miriam finally had the time to consider a few things. She was a little worried about how engaged she had become to this novel. She was no stranger to getting lost in a good book but to feel an actual need to read it? No, that was unprecedented. But going over her memories like that also brought back what she had read.

A deep breath kept her from squirming, or clenching her thighs together. It also caused her nubs to scrape against her blouse, releasing two slivers of lust into her body. One hand was already caressing her thigh, making its way up before she got a grip on herself. After that she just focussed on getting to work without having an accident.

Walking through the building a part of her wanted to shrug of the jacket that was hiding the most obvious signs of her arousal. The thought of all those eyes devouring her delectable form hardened those signs even more. As if they were begging her to release them.

She shared the elevator with an intern, a cute little thing who was apparently prone to full-body blushes. Although Miriam couldn’t figure out why the girl responded like that when all the librarian did was let her eyes trail the intern’s figure. Then again, there was no mirror to show her the hunger lurking in those brown eyes.

Finally, she reached her office. With indecent haste she set down her briefcase before removing the protective covering from the book. Her hand was already hovering above it when she remembered the need to wear gloves.

Embarrassed by that obvious breach in professional conduct, she planted herself in her chair with exaggerated care in an effort to slow down her enthusiasm. Her eyes flickered to the door, wishing there was a lock on it so she could have privacy. Her desk wouldn’t help there either because of the clear glass desktop. It didn’t stop her from hiking up her skirt though. The feel of the cool fake-leather molding itself to her overheated pussy did stop her in her tracks but only for a moment.

Trying to cool herself down again, she powered up her computer first to check her email. There she found a short message from her friend confirming that the scanned page she had sent him contained the same warning in the other two languages. He did note that the Arabic version was poorly done. Whoever wrote it had a less then proficient grasp of the language.

There were a few more mails but they were dealt with in short order and then there was nothing more that could distract her. With trembling hands and parched lips she opened the book again.

‘Stealthily the thief glided through the bushes surrounding the castle. The cool evening breeze played with her short hair and tickled her lips. She scanned her surroundings, taking note of every guard patrolling the grounds. Her heart was beating in her throat, skewing her sense of time. It seemed like an eternity before the moment came. The moment none of the guards would notice a grappling hook soaring through the sky. The thief had taken care to pad the metal so the silence of the night wasn’t broken by the harsh sound of steel striking stone. She yanked on the rope twice to ensure it was secure before she pulled herself up, trapping the rope between her feet in the same movement.’

Miriam squirmed as she felt the rope slide between her nether lips. Her hands were resting on the desk. She no longer needed them to stimulate her body. The writer’s skill had apparently continued to improve as he wrote the book. By now his stories were so evocative that she could actually feel what was happening.

‘With small increments the thief opened the last door, careful to stop every time she felt the hinges begin to protest. Her ears told her the room had an occupant, but the steady rhythm of his breathing assured the thief he wasn’t awake. She stopped in the doorway, taking stock of what was in the room. On the right there was the bed, on the left a chest and in the middle was a cabinet. Seeing there were no surprises she moved towards the cabinet and the price that was lying on it for all to see. With reverence she lifted the pendant up, raising the blue gem to her eyes. Letting the light from the hallway play over it she took a moment to gaze into it.’

Miriam’s eyes dilated as her eyes too fell into the faceted jewel. ‘A moment turned to two, the thief’s eyes still falling deeper into the blue prison. Sinking further and further into a blue world, the facetted gem sucked in all of her attention. She didn’t react as the sleeping person awoke. She took no notice of the rustling of bedsheets as he stood up. Not even the feel of his body almost touching hers could break her concentration.’

“Stand up,” a voice breathed into her ear. Like a puppet she did as she was told. “Go to the chest and open it.” After that she kneeled before the chest waiting for the next string to be pulled. “Open the secret compartment Miriam, the one you found me in.” Miriam read how she opened the secret cache. Approval surged through her system, rewarding her for her unquestioning compliance. Her gloved fingers followed the next set of instructions. Pressing into the left wall of the hidden compartment a click sounded followed by a small drawer springing forth next to the spot she had pressed on.

She picked the content of the drawer up then frowned. Miriam was unsure of how the story went from here. She rose to her feet again and moved back to the desk, the silver pendant with the blue sapphire still clasped in her right hand. With a wet squelch she took her seat and read further, eager to know what happened next.

‘She held the pendant in front of her eyes, letting it twirl on the silver chain. Without resisting Miriam locked her gaze upon the blue gem again, focussing all of her will on it.’

Miriam licked her lips as she began to transpire from the strain of focussing on the gem and reading at the same time. ‘Her mind open and welcoming, ready to receive instruction.’

A voice suddenly thundered through her head. Miriam vaguely noted the voice was female but the commanding presence it held drowned out everything else. ”YOU WANT TO FINISH READING THE BOOK.”

Mewling she felt the command wrap itself around her mind, the words weaving themselves together like a net. When they were finished the net was pulled tight to prevent her thoughts from wandering where they were now forbidden to go. A feeble part of her struggled against those bindings. The resultant friction produced a mindmelting heat that turned that rebellious impulse to mush.

A low continuous moan escaped her as she came. And through it all her body didn’t waver nor did her eyes stray from the gem and the book.

“CONTROL AROUSES YOU.” A second net deployed itself, wrapping her mind even tighter. Miriam didn’t resist this time, fearful that more of that heat would break her concentration on the gem and book.

Not that it mattered because as the second net was pulled taut it chafed against the strings of the other net. Thought-dissolving warmth spread across her mindscape. Her loins began to hump the chair on their own accord and still she managed to keep her focus.

Her mind was coming apart but the voice didn’t care. ”YOU WILL DO WHAT THE BOOK TELLS YOU TO DO.” As if her eyes already knew the gem was no longer needed to mold her psyche they drifted down to the volume before her. Words were snaking across the page as if they were alive. And then the third net finished enfolding her mind. The world turned white.

‘They were alone. The master of the house was off to fulfill his mayoral duties. It wasn’t the first time Gabriella’s husband had done that, but it was the first time since the demon had arrived. Not that Gabriella or their new maid, Franca, knew that. All they knew was that the atmosphere in the house had gained something indefinable. A heady feeling was in the air, making both women forget there was an outside world. That there was a tomorrow.’

Miriam fingered the sapphire on her necklace, breathing in that same air. A thought flitted through her head. A momentary disorientation caused by the failed attempt to remember where she had gotten the piece of jewelry. A wave of pleasure drowned that discordant thought out. All that mattered was reading the book.

‘Feeling restless Gabriella wandered through the house. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she was looking for something. Even though she was the mistress of the house she moved furtively as if afraid to be caught. A hiss, barely audible, caught her attention. It was coming from the master bedroom. It had to because only that door was open. The sight that greeted Gabriella shocked her.’

Miriam’s eyes went wide too, for it was quite the sight. ‘Kneeling before Gabriella’s bed, facing away from the door, was Franca. Her clothes were on a heap at her feet, including her undergarments. The maid’s head was buried in the sheets, apparently the girl was luxuriating in the scents there. And it was doing more than that because the signs of arousal were obvious even from across the room. Franca’s hand was between her legs. With a single finger she was slowly tracing her puffy lips, spreading her arousal further.’

Miriam’s mouth began to water. Her pulse quickened to keep pace with Gabriella’s. ‘Her eyes were fixed on that finger, following it like a rabbit would a snake. That feeling in the air now gained a scent and it was coming from Franca. It was arousal, thick and musky, hitting her like a hammer. The feel of something brushing against her legs drew her eyes away from Franca. With incomprehension she looked down at the dress pooling around her feet. Gabriella didn’t understand how it could have happened, not until she saw her hands begin to remove the shoulder straps of her underwear. She willed them to stop, but instead of going still the treacherous appendages moved to her chest where they began to softly kneed her breasts through the fabric.’

Like Gabriella, Miriam’s eyes fluttered as she felt those hands squeeze her tits. ‘When her eyes refocused, they fell once again on Franca’s lithe figure. Gabriella immediately noticed she was standing a lot closer to the housekeeper now. The smell was stronger too and the honey-blond woman found herself taking that last step that brought her into skin-to-skin contact with Franca. Both women froze as uncertainty and surprise held them captive. It was Gabriella who made the first move. Coaxed by the demon she bent over to delicately rest a hand on the side of the maid’s neck. Franca didn’t resist when her head was guided away from the bed, turned up just enough that Gabriella could sample her lips with her own. The kiss was soft, almost hesitant. And despite being taken completely by surprise, Franca answered it without hesitation.’

Miriam’s lips tingled as she savored the sweet taste of Franca’s mouth. ‘Gabriella marveled at her own actions. Here she was, almost naked kissing a woman ten years younger who was completely naked. And loving every moment of it. In fact, there were other ideas popping into her head now. Sinful images that only served to heat her up even more. Her mouth traveled downward so it could suck Franca’s pulse point. Franca’s moans now filled the bedroom as her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied anymore. With her free hand she awkwardly finished removing the last articles of clothing until only her stockings remained. Those, she decided to keep. The raven-haired Franca squawked when, without warning, she was turned around and laid down on the bed. Giving her no chance to recover, Gabriella placed her knees on the bed and molded her body to Franca’s.

Involuntarily, Miriam rolled her hips and pushed her tits out as she felt Franca’s hot center press against her own. ‘Her sex was still a little dry, but that problem was solved fast enough by the first couple of thrusts. Their inarticulate sounds of pleasure filled the room as Gabriella slipped and slid against the still passive housekeeper. Gabriella had thought the sight of Franca pleasuring herself was the most erotic thing she would ever see. But watching the look on Franca’s face she now knew she had been mistaken.’

Miriam swayed in her chair, desperately wishing for more stimulation. If only Franca would add some fingerplay to it. ‘Their pleasure built up slowly, almost imperceptibly. Eventually Gabriella grew impatient, she wanted more. Lifting her body up a little she pulled Franca’s face to her chest. She didn’t ask the girl for anything, afraid her words would break the spell. It turned out she didn’t need any. Franca immediately began to nuzzle one of Gabriella’s sizeable orbs, alternating her kisses and licks with an occasional playful nip.’

She wanted to bite her lip to try and keep quiet but failed miserably. Her mouth firmly in an O-shape all Miriam could do was control her volume. Oh’s and ah’s kept escaping as she came, her body jerking as Franca kept up her assault on her tits. But the story wasn’t finished yet. ‘Getting enough friction from this angle wasn’t easy, but the stimulation her breasts now got more then made up for it. And apparently the same went for Franca because she suddenly stopped with her administrations. Her body shuddered as she coated both their pussies with her cum. Knowing that she was responsible for that was enough to send Gabriella over the edge as well. She had to drop Franca back on the bed, her arms barely strong enough to support her own weight. She buried her nose in her lover’s hair, breathing in her scent. Gabriella already knew, Franca was a keeper.’

“Noooo,” Miriam whined. She had been so close. Already she could feel the building orgasm lose its edge. It was still bubbling inside of her but still a ways away from eruption. Her eyes glanced over the clock and she did a double take at the time. Work had been over more then an hour ago. ‘Franca should, no wait, Janice should have knocked by now.’

She knew she couldn’t stay, but she desperately needed to finish reading the book. Miriam wanted to know how it ended. She eyed her pendant as she toyed with the jewel. ‘I could just take it home, just for a night. Nobody would notice if it was gone for one night. No worries about getting caught or interrupted.’ She frowned. ‘But how to get it past security,’ Miriam pondered. ‘The pendant? I know how to use it from the book and if I smuggle it out in my briefcase I only have to make the guard not see it on the monitor.’

The security camera’s would be problem, but they didn’t have sound so not a real obstacle. More of a hurdle. She was already putting the book in her briefcase when she considered that last problem.

Miriam only did a perfunctory check on Janice, barely sticking her head in the Latina’s office before walking down the hallway to the elevator. It was on the ride down that her body finally caught on to what she was about to do. Anxiety began to trickle through her system. How did she know that the pendant would work after all? A single caress of the gem put a stop to that train of thought. She had to finish reading the book.

Before she knew it she was there. As always there was a single guard, someone she knew too. Bruce was a nice enough person, although not terribly attractive. He was just a little too gangly for Miriam’s taste.

“Good evening, Bruce.”

“Good evening, Miss...” The look on Bruce’s face when he saw her was priceless. Miriam had to admit she must be quite a sight. Spending most of the day in sexual delirium left her hair tousled and her clothes rumpled. She had also forgotten to button up her jacket again, so he had an unimpeded view of her nipples trying to drill their way through her blouse. Bruce finally recoved, “Miss Constable. I hope you had a pleasant day.”

Placing her briefcase on the conveyor belt she didn’t walk through the detection gate. Instead, she moved around the conveyor and took a seat on it next to the x-ray machine itself. Bending over gave Bruce an even better view of her cleavage as well as the blue sapphire hanging between those alluring mounds.

A satisfied smile appeared on Miriam’s face as she saw his gaze zero in on where she wanted him to look. Like in the book, she focussed her willpower on the gem. She felt it gather within the jewel, sensed it being refined. It only took a second to collect enough. Bruce was still recovering from her unexpected action when she focussed on him through the pendant.

Seeing his face go slack gave Miriam a thrill. She knew right away that it had worked. Not wasting any more time she went to work. Weaving her will through the words she spoke, “you feel complete loyalty and trust towards me, I can do anything I want.” Bruce groaned as this new truth took hold of him. Miriam too was affected, the act of taking control an unexpected turn-on.

For a moment the noticeable bulge in his pants tempted Miriam. It would be a simply matter of him dropping his pants and they could screw right there. The fact that the camera’s would record every moment of their coupling didn’t bother her. What did stop her, was that it would mean waiting longer before she could read the book again.

So instead she hastened through the gate to pick up her briefcase on the other side. “Everything’s in order, I trust?”

Bruce smiled. “Well, there is that old book. As you know it’s against company policy to take things like that out of the building. But you can do anything you want, Ma’am.” The bulge in his pants grew a little. “Now, if you will excuse me I am going to the bathroom. I need to jerk off. Have a pleasant night, Ma’am.”

“You too Bruce,” was her amused response. Shaking her head she walked away, a confident sway in her hips.

‘Delilah raised her crucifix, ignoring the exclamations of pleasure still floating through the air. “Stay back, foul creature. Release this pure soul in the name of God!” She was met by a giggle.’ In an epic show of resolve, Miriam had showered before continuing to read. The bathrobe was still lying on the floor next to her. The reason she was kneeling on the floor was to prevent staining her own furniture. All she was wearing now was the pendant.

This last story had proven to be as erotic as the rest. Set in a convent, it had lovingly detailed the seduction of three nuns. The first to fall had just finished celebrating with her first two conquests when this wet blanket had dropped in. But judging from the fact that there was only one page left to turn this story would soon come to an end. Even worse, the book was nearing its end too. Miriam would weep if she wasn’t still enjoying the afterglow of that double tongue-fucking.

‘Shana’s eyes were pools of absolute black set in a face that combined lust with mirth in an entrancing mix. Her poise emphasized her nakedness even as her body shook from those giggles. “Oh Delilah, you don’t think that will work do you? After all, I am not a pain demon. I do not feed on human misery. Holy symbols and true faith are a meaningless defense when it comes to me.” She looked over at the source of those moans and groans that filled the air. Constance was lying on top of the dark-haired Josephine with two fingers furiously working Josephine’s sex while keeping a constant suction on her clit. Wriggling beneath her, Josephine only managed a sporadic lick every now and then. Both were still wearing pieces of their habits, unlike Shana. Delilah’s eyes shot away from the sight, a furious blush coloring her cheeks. With a smile that turned wicked Shana languidly traced one petite finger across her slit.’

When that finger finished with a teasing circle around Miriam’s clit, her hips thrusted forward in an in vain attempt to get some more pressure on it. ‘Delilah scowled. “I know, I had simply hoped I could solve this more permanently.” Shana frowned at that. “What are you...” But she stopped when Delilah opened the heavy-looking book she had been carrying in the crook of her left arm.’ Miriam recognized it immediately. It was the book she was reading right now!

‘Delilah began to chant, “Per potere de Deus, ti commando! Vieni!” Shana heaved, her eyes were returning to normal.

“No! Please don’t, it felt so good.”

Delilah ignored the plea and repeated her words. “Per potere de Deus, ti commando! Vieni!” A shimmering something began to evaporate from the now weeping Shana. Josephine and Constance too stopped their activities as their rational minds began to claw their way free from the lust that had overwhelmed them.

With a triumphant voice, Delilah shouted her chant for a third time. With a whoosh that shimmering something shot into the book. Words began to emerge on the once blank pages. Delilah took no chances and closed the book.’

Miriam’s own vision turned black for a moment, as if it was her that had been trapped in the book. She turned the page, not expecting to find anything there. The story of the pleasure demon was over, after all.

‘Miriam read the warning Delilah had written with interest. She did not take it serious, but it peaked her curiosity so she turned the page and laid eyes on the demon’s essence. Using its severely limited powers it laid the link, making its words understandable. And every word Miriam read strengthened that link, feeding her need to read more. And through her reading, she translated those dry pages into emotions once more.’

Realization finally hit Miriam. What she had been reading had actually happened. There really was a demon trapped in the book and it was using her to get out again. It was control... She writhed and mewled as fresh arousal inundated her mind. She had been controlled to ensure she finished reading the book. Her pussy clenched as she came.

All the stories she had read now rushed through her mind, swamping her own memories and identity. Before her, the book’s pages began to turn on their own. Every fiber in her being tensed as climax after climax hit her only ending when, out of nowhere, Miriam shouted, “Per potere de delectatio, ego sum iussus! Vieni!” In a rush the stories left, leaving her alone with the pleasure they had produced. Her eyes rolling up, she collapsed.

“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead.” Miriam’s eyes fluttered open. With a groan she hoisted herself up to her knees. Still disoriented, she absently noted she had been lying on floor of the living room. And that the constant arousal that had been her companion these past few days had finally abated. She was sticky and felt great, now that she got her bearings back.

When her eyes caught sight of the book, its pages now blank, she winced. She couldn’t believe the chances she had taken or how much she had slacked off. And now she had released a demon. Yet, for some reason she couldn’t feel sorry for finishing reading the book. A pleasant shiver traveled down her spine at that last thought.

A voice intruded into her thoughts, “I trust you got your bearings now.” Looking over at the source of the voice, Miriam came face to face with a man she was intimately familiar with. A pleasant face with eyes that were completely black, it was the pleasure demon. He was dressed in a long coat, breaches and a simple shirt.

She didn’t make a move to cover herself feeling strangely unconcerned about what the demon might see. She was concerned that he was here, however.

“I like to thank you for freeing me, Miriam. And to settle the debt,” he finished.

“Debt?” she asked warily.

“No need to be distrustful, I am not a bad person. You’ve read my life’s story, you know me.” Yes, she had and so she did. But his past was mishmash of good deeds and bad ones. He simply didn’t look at the long-term consequences of his actions. All that was a good reason to be concerned in Miriam’s opinion. “In any case,” he continued, “because you freed me I owe you. And I prefer to settle my debts as soon as possible.”

Despite herself she couldn’t help being curious. The demon didn’t wait for her response. “The reward consists of two parts. The first is that necklace you are wearing.”

Miriam looked down. ‘My necklace?’ She frowned as she failed to recall when it had become her necklace. ‘Where did I get it anyway? I can’t recall...’ A relaxing warmth entered her mind, smoothing out her frown and that pesky thought.

“Just remember that the necklace is fueled by your willpower. Using it taxes you so don’t go thinking you can take over the world or something. As for the second part of the reward,” the doorbell interrupted him. “It’s by the door. Have fun!” And with that he was gone.

She was still staring at where the demon had just been when the doorbell chimed again. This finally kicked her into action. As she was donning her bathrobe the bell was rung once more, several times. Miriam was now hurrying to the door, spurred on by the now quite incessant chime of the doorbell.

Opening the door, Miriam was faced with a slightly disheveled Janice. “Janice, this is a surp...”

Without saying hello, her colleague barged in. “Where is it Miriam? I know you still have it, you have no right to steal something like that.”

Janice was still walking further into the house leaving Miriam with no choice but to follow. She noted with some wonder that Janice was wearing a skirt for once. “What are you talking about? What has gotten into you?”

She had lost sight of Janice for a moment when she ducked into the living room. When Miriam herself entered she found the agitated woman at the dinner table. She had laid down the book on it and was now flipping its pages, obviously searching for a page that would still have writing on it. “What did you do? What did you do to it?” Janice babbled. “Where are the stories?”

Finally, Miriam understood what was going on. “You’ve read the book too,” she concluded in a soft voice. That was why she was late for work yesterday and that forgotten article was just an excuse. Like Miriam, Janice had been affected by the book. Images began to fill her head. Of Janice fingering herself with her eyes glued to the pages, pulled in like Miriam had been. Her body in a constant state of excitement, even when she was asleep. Arousal began to trickle through her body.

But Miriam had finished reading the book, something Janice could no longer do. And it was now obvious to the dirty blond librarian that Janice was still very much under its spell.

Miriam shuddered at the memory of the fiery arousal that Janice was still enjoying. ‘Probably for the rest of her life,’ she surmised with a mix of sympathy and envy. Looking at Janice, she was struck with how desirable the woman was. She had noted her beauty before, but that was simply an appreciation of the competition. Now, Miriam appreciated her as a conquest.

Meanwhile, Janice had turned around with a caught look in her eyes. Denial died on her lips when Miriam untied the knot holding her robe closed. She shrugged it off, feeling unreasonably confident. A momentary flicker of guilt entered her mind but floundered when it hit that confidence. Janice needed help and Miriam knew exactly how to give it. The other woman could no longer be trusted to control herself, she needed assistance.

“Miriam, what are you doing?” Janice’s voice was shaky. Her eyes slowly dragging over every centimeter of skin Miriam was now showing her.

Instead of answering, Miriam gathered her will into the gem before loosing it like an arrow on Janice. She expected a similar reaction to Bruce’s, but got something much better instead.

A sharp intake of breath followed after her power hit Janice and before her eyes the athletically built woman sunk to her knees. And Janice could still speak. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, except that I am going to help you. You see, the book is empty now. And as a reward for that, I get you.”

The effect of the jewel was still taking hold on Janice as was evident in her growing difficulty to form a coherent sentence. “Reward? Me?”

She could have explained further, but she didn’t. Rather, Miriam chose to show what she meant. “When we are in private and at home, you want to be naked for me.” Janice’s eyes fluttered as this new desire insinuated itself into her mind.

But the Latina didn’t start to remove her clothes right away. She did remove her shoes and jacket without thought, but her hands stopped in their tracks as they hovered above the buttons of her blouse. Her eyes still rigidly fixed on the sapphire between Miriam’s tits, several emotions flitted across her face as she tried to work it out.

Miriam knew that from Janice’s perspective, the desire to be naked for Miriam had just suddenly entered her. She felt it, but she had not been given a reason to want it. In other words, Janice was looking for an excuse to do what she now wanted to do.

It didn’t take long for her to find one. “You...naked...I...naked?” Her tone was questioning, but her hands were already unbuttoning her blouse. Seeing her command taking hold, Miriam couldn’t resist grabbing one of her own breasts. Tweaking a distended nub she watched as Janice revealed her hairless snatch. It wasn’t easy to remove a skirt while kneeling but Janice managed well enough. A contented look spread across her features now that her nude body was exposed to her friend’s approving gaze.

An odd sensation came over Miriam now, one that took a second to identify. The demon had warned her that she couldn’t use the pendant without restraint and she now discovered just what those limits were. She estimated she only had one or two commands left in her. After that, she would need to recuperate her strength for a bit.

‘One last command. Something that will make Janice mine,’ she pondered. A slow grin appeared as an idea dawned on her.

As a precaution she took a deep, shuddering breath to gather her thoughts before committing herself. “You’re greatest desire is to be my submissive fuckpet, a creature devoted to my pleasure.” Miriam’s vision went double as the connection was abruptly broken.

Her eyes no longer held by the pendant, Janice threw her head back and arched her back as this second remodeling of her psyche crashed through her. Her hips slamming forward in a futile attempt to get some stimulation.

Miriam squeezed her thighs together as she viewed the spectacle, only calming down when Janice began to recover. Her arousal surged again moments later as it hit her what she had done. She had taken control of a friend. A very sexy friend that was going to do whatever nasty, dirty activity came to her. And thanks to the book, she knew a lot of those now.

Janice ended up on all fours, her forehead almost touching the floor as she caught her breath. Slowly her head went up, until their eyes met. There had been some desire in those eyes when she had first seen Miriam’s naked form but it was a faint shadow of the emotion that now shone in them. Hopeful want mixed with doubt practically spilled from every pore of her being. Janice’s voice was filled with wonder and pleading. “Miriam.”

Miriam couldn’t stop a smile. Janice wasn’t obsessed with that book anymore. She knew she could help her friend, no, her fuckpet.

She opened her thighs in a wordless invitation. Her new fuckpet’s breathing hitched, then she crawled towards her as fast as she could. Once Janice was before her, she slowly let her hands glide up Miriam’s thighs until they rested on her hips. Miriam could see Janice’s body shaking as she took her first taste.

Feeling that supple muscle invade her sex, Miriam closed her eyes to better savor the sensation. Grabbing the mesmerized woman’s head and grinding her pussy in her face felt even better. And from the muffled sounds coming from beneath her, Janice was enjoying her new position too.

An unrelated thought skimmed through her mind. ‘Such nice rewards and I never even got to know his name.’

From nowhere a voice caressed her mental self, proving the demon had not gone so far. “Don’t really have a name, but you can call me Jack.”