The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You’re not getting away with this!” Anna growled, forcing her leaden limbs to crawl backwards, away from the smugly smiling chimera standing before her. The young brunette swallowed hard, desperately aware of how difficult it was to move even that much; her body felt weak, her arms and legs terribly heavy. Everything she did took effort, concentration, and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. All around her, the forest floor was alive with the slow, languid tide of the luminescent green mist. It clung to her as she pushed along the soft ground, welcoming her with long, clutching fingers of wispy haze. There was an unnatural hunger there, the mist almost seeming to savor her youthful, nubile form as it lapped against her, matching the smoldering eagerness in Angie the Bat’s red, glimmering eyes as she followed Anna’s furtive movements with casual amusement.

Anna could feel her heart pounding in her chest, fear and panic churning inside her like a caged animal. Just beyond Angie she could see Dana’s limp form, hanging from the tendrils against the tree, and she knew she couldn’t let herself give in to terror. There was no one left but her; she had to think of a way out of this.

But her head...it felt like she was drunk. The blow to her head had left her groggy, making it hard to focus. Every breath was filled with the sweet, heady musk of the demonic fog. It was disorienting, dizzying. She could feel the hot flush on her cheeks, and was painfully aware of the sensation of her sweater shifting against her hypersensitive skin. Even the wrenching fear she felt was being twisted against her, for twined within the panic were thrills of sheer, unwanted excitement. It was perverse, and wrong; she was being stalked, hunted...why was her stomach fluttering in hopeless anticipation?

The woman (could she even be called that?) standing before her was a vision of malice and corruption; a lustful fever-dream brought to startling life. Jungle Babe had recognized her name as one of the Beast’s original victims, but she had been changed, transformed into a monstrous human-bat hybrid with a personality twisted to match. But despite the clear, unabashed evil glimmering in her bright, crimson eyes, Anna couldn’t help but find her absolutely striking. The brilliantly red hair, inhuman wings, and feral animalism only seemed to heighten the exotic beauty of her overemphasized feminine features. Every curve was perfect, every naked inch of her sublime; she was horrifying and breathtaking at the same time. Despite herself, Anna couldn’t deny the almost magnetic draw of her raw sexuality. The way she was looking at her, devouring her with her eyes...it made her chest tighten...

The young woman’s internal struggle was not lost to Angie’s eager observance. The redhead chewed her lip, drinking in the sight of Anna’s long legs, her wide, frightened eyes, and the promising curves her oversized sweater futilely tried to disguise. She could see the rosy blush on the girl’s features, and noted with quiet amusement how her gaze kept dancing from Angie’s red eyes to her bare, brazenly displayed torso. It made the bat’s skin tingle expectantly. With the mist quietly stoking the girl’s libido, she was clearly finding it impossible to ignore Angie’s more than generous endowments.

That gave her a wicked idea.

“And who exactly is going to stop me?” Angie whispered, slowly slinking to all fours before the startled Anna. She flexed her wings, folding them behind her back, and arched in a long stretch. She paused for effect, knowing that her breasts were trapped between her bracing arms, pressing them together, displaying them openly to the girl’s wide, staring eyes. She licked her lips, a cat closing in on its prey. “I think we both know how this is going to play out. I’m going to fuck you, darling...just like I fucked that sexy, stuck up bimbo over there...and there’s nothing you can do about it...”

“S-stay back,” Anna stammered, edging backwards, but Angie matched her movement for movement. The winged woman sauntered towards her, her slow crawl emphasizing the sway of her heavy, naked tits between her slender arms. Anna found her gaze hopelessly drawn to them, to the rock hard nipples, to the impossibly deep ravine of her cleavage. Her own breasts felt tightly, almost painfully constrained beneath her sweater. Angie kept her swaying tits right in Anna’s line of sight; they filled her vision, consumed her attention, and with each movement it felt like she was falling deeper and deeper into their soft, warm embrace...

The blush on her cheeks burned hotter still. It was so...so hard to look away...

She shook her head, banishing the torrid thoughts. No. No! She had to focus...had to escape...!

“Do you like what you see?” Angie said, her voice low, compelling. “It’s alright. I don’t mind if you stare. In fact, I like it. I like it a lot...”

Angie’s words flowed over Anna’s mind in soothing, gentle waves. The young woman lacked Jungle Babe’s experience and mental fortitude, and was unprepared for the effect of those lilting tones on her drugged, hazy consciousness. Almost immediately, Angie saw the girl’s features relax, her brow unfurrowing, and her lips parting in a soft, surprised gasp. Hazel eyes that had been fearfully fixed on Angie’s approach grew suddenly dazed, glassy, swiveling down helplessly to once again focus on the tantalizing sway of the redhead’s pale, creamy tits. Angie smiled, modulating her voice, zeroing in on the frequency that would speak directly to Anna’s innermost desires.

“That’s right, baby. Take a look. Take a nice, long look...don’t be shy...” She slinked toward the stunned brunette, crawling towards her with slow, deadly purpose. She made sure that every time she slipped her arms forward, she brushed against the sides of her generous bosoms, keeping them shifting, swaying, dancing in a slow, enticing rhythm before the hapless Anna’s rapt gaze.

Drugged by the mist, lulled by Angie’s sultry whispers, the poor girl was being hopelessly entranced. Her labored attempts to back away from Angie had slowed, growing halting, hesitant. She couldn’t seem to coordinate the movement of her arms and legs anymore; her shoulders quivered, and more and more frequently, Angie saw her slender thighs squeeze together in a quiet, useless attempt to quell the strange, increasingly urgent tremors issuing from her sex. It wouldn’t help at all of course; in fact, it was probably only making things worse. No matter; Angie knew just what the poor girl needed...all she had to do was get her out of those pesky clothes.

She advanced closer.

“No...stay back...don’t...don’t come any...c-closer...” Anna protested, but the conviction in her voice was fading. Her heavy eyes were focused totally on the slow, hypnotic sway of Angie’s breasts, and hadn’t blinked in a very long time. When they did, they stayed closed for a perilously long pause before struggling open again. Angie chuckled to herself, feeling her own sex dripping in anticipation.

“You don’t mean that,” she murmured, “The way you keep staring at my tits...it’s getting you hot, isn’t it? I’m turning you on...”

“No...no, I...I...” Anna whimpered, shaking her head in denial, but her eyes stayed fixed on Angie’s slinking approach. Angie pouted.

“I want you to touch them. I want you to press that pretty face of yours deep between them. They’re so warm...so soft...just like you’re feeling now, aren’t you? Sleepy. Hot. Watching my breasts is making you feel so...relaxed...” Angie dragged out the last word, hissing it, focusing her voice to send a shiver of pleasure dancing along Anna’s spine. The young woman drew in a sharp breath, her eyes fluttering.

“Oh! Oh...no...what—what’s happening...? What are you...doing?”

“Just relax...” Angie whispered, modulating again, focusing now on spreading a soothing, smothering heat through the trembling brunette’s body. “I’m not going to hurt you. Quite the contrary, I’m going to make you feel good. Sooooo good. Just keep staring, honey. Keep on watching my soft, warm tits. Coming closer and closer. Making you hotter and hotter. That’s a good girl...just watch...”

Anna shifted, almost squirming, as feeling she could not control, could barely understand, oozed through her receptive mind like rich, warm honey. Tendrils of mist had wormed their way beneath the hem of her sweater, licking along the smooth expanse of her belly, playing across the straining cups of her bra. Her skin erupted in goose bumps, her nipples stiffening achingly. Her head lolled, heavy eyes blinking, always falling back to the large, luscious breasts of her inhuman seductress. The forest seemed to be receding, teetering. She felt like she might collapse at any moment.

“I...I feel so strange...everything’s...everything’s spinning...” she moaned, unable to escape the pull of Angie’s sensual seduction.

“I know, honey. I’m here to help you. Just listen to my voice. Keep watching my tits. So warm. So soft. Pulling you in, deeper and deeper. Nothing else matters. Relax for me. That’s it. Let everything else just spin away...far, far away...”

The evil, winged temptress had reached Anna’s feet, and slowly began crawling her way atop the dazed brunette. Sharp, painted nails raked lightly along her ankles, her calves, trailing upward even as Angie moved her way closer. Soon, she thought gleefully, just a little more...

“Away...far...away...” Anna whispered, absently repeating Angie’s soft, soothing words. She sighed as she felt Angie’s questing fingers reach her thighs, where they began to run, up and down, dragging trails of sinful sensation over her tight gray leggings. The scent of the girl filled Angie’s senses, as heady and intoxicating as anything the mist could have inspired. She almost had her.

“What’s your name, sweet thing?” Angie breathed, voice thick with lust, “Tell me...”

At the same time, the wicked redhead let her fingers slip lower, caressing now along the girl’s sensitive inner thighs. The entranced brunette let out a shuddering gasp, her chest fluttering. “Aah...A-anna...” she whispered, blinking far too slowly. Reflexively, her long legs shifted beneath Angie’s delicate touch, sliding open...vulnerable...

“Anna,” Angie hissed, grinning triumphantly, “Such a sweet name. So pretty. So...innocent...” She smiled lasciviously down at the sleepy brunette. She slid forward, until the soft, heaving mounds of her breasts hung just in front of Anna’s glazed eyes. She could have the girl shaking in orgasm in mere seconds, could wrap her around the sound of her own name until the merest whisper of it would make her cream, but this one was so far gone already, it didn’t seem necessary.

No. This one wouldn’t even need it. This one, Angie noted with a shiver of glee, was already ripe for the taking.

She straddled Anna’s prone form, resting her curvaceous ass on the brunette’s legs, pinning her to the mossy ground. Her arms encircled her in a hungry embrace, pulling her forward, effortlessly bearing her weight as she wilted against her. Angie smiled, feeling the girl start to struggle ineffectually. But it was far too little, far too late.

“Close your eyes for me, Anna,” the evil redhead moaned, “Close your eyes as you fall into my tits...as you fall under my spell...”

With slow, irresistible force, Angie closed her arms around the struggling young woman, pulling her fully into her corrupting hold, and pressing her flushed, whimpering face into the deep, soft ravine of her breasts. She felt Anna tremble against her, felt the girl’s hot cheeks glide against the smooth, yielding curves of her tits, and felt the gasping exhalation of her moan deep against her chest. The poor girl’s hands clutched and clawed uselessly at Angie’s arms and back, but there was no strength there. A moment later, and she felt them sink heavily to the ground as her embrace drained the will right out of her.

“No...noo...oooh...” Anna’s muffled moan sent a shiver down Angie’s back. She ran her clawed fingers through the girl’s long, auburn hair, mewling victoriously as she felt the girl’s shuddering breathing deepen, felt her melting, until at last she was limp in her arms. She relaxed her hold, letting her slip away from the fleshy prison of her breasts, and saw with satisfaction that the young woman’s eyes were indeed blissfully, obediently shut.

She brushed aside a wayward lock of hair from the girl’s face. Anna’s eyes fluttered beneath heavy eyelids, her lips parting in a breathless sigh. “D-dana...h-help...” she whimpered, only Angie’s preternaturally potent hearing detecting the airy words. The redhead laughed.

“Still dreaming of your valiant heroine, I see? You must really have it bad for her. Not that I can blame you...” She glanced over her shoulder, taking in the delectable sight of the subdued Jungle Babe, still hanging in forced-orgasmic oblivion in the loving grip of the tentacle vines. As lovely as the young Anna was, the blonde amazon was truly the prize Angie was after. She wanted her jealously, wanted her all to herself. She’d make such a wonderful sex slave. Angie couldn’t wait to get her back to the temple, to lay her out on the expansive bed in her chambers, and make her fill the stone passageways with the desperate music of her total submission. The Master would be so proud of her.

But to do that, she had to finish stripping the haughty blonde of her ability to resist, to finish turning her from proud super heroine to wet, willing sex kitten. She looked down at the hypnotized brunette sagging in her embrace, and smiled in sinister glee. She bent her backwards, exposing her neck, her pale throat. Angie nuzzled against the length of naked flesh, tasting her with her long, wet tongue, trailing up until her pursed lips were against the entranced woman’s open, receptive ear.

“Listen to me, Anna,” she breathed, her probing tongue making the young woman moan helplessly, “Listen...and obey...”

Deep in the heart of the forest, buried under the rolling hills constructed with massive blocks of ancient, carved stone, the Temple of the Beast glowered like the dark, foreboding center of a tumorous granite lesion. From out carved edifices depicting the fanged, yawning maw of impossible creatures, the thick, corrupting mist poured into the world in ever-increasing throngs. Within the labyrinthine hallways decorated with intricate carvings, all regaling the monster-god who lorded over this domain with tales of lust and blood, heavy, cloven footfalls echoed menacingly.

The Beast strode through his domain, swirling the green miasma with each heavy step. He was nearing his destination. The emptiness and silence of the Temple was a constant reminder of how far his kingdom had fallen, and how much he had to rebuild. Sconces that should have been filled with honeyed candles remained empty and untended; the temple itself was sorely in need of repair. He used to command hordes of slavering sycophants, loyalists and cultists held in thrall to his inhuman power, but in the years he spent in ensorcelled slumber all of that had changed. The mortal men and women who had rightfully worshipped him had long since died off, ground to dust beneath the ever shifting wheel of time. He was the only constant. Immortal; as undying as the earth itself. He would rebuild. Already, his power over this wretched land was growing, his influence spreading. Soon enough, he would walk again among the cowering mortals, and reap from them the bounty he was due.

He arrived finally at his goal. The arched opening could have allowed three men to pass alongside each other was still dwarfed by his looming form. He bowed into the darkened chamber, felfire smoldering in his ember eyes. The room was dominated by an enormous bed, carved columns of winding serpents rising up at each corner to meld into the stone ceiling. Serpentine heads, wide, fanged mouths open as if to devour unseen prey, gaped hungrily down from the column at the wide mattress below.

Atop the bed, long limbs secured to the pillars by ornate golden chains, Miss Americana shifted in a fitful, restless sleep. The Beast gazed upon her perfect, naked body with undisguised lust, the length of his godhood swelling in reflexive desire. Her raven hair spilled out beneath her head, contrasting sharply against the pale, flawless tone of her skin. Her heavy, luscious breasts rose and fell with her every breath, practically begging to be touched. The chains that bound her where much too long to provide any real restraint, and delicate enough that at her normal strength, the raven-haired hero could have snapped them easily, but their purpose was not to bind her physically; they were a reminder of her new role, her new place as his personal slave. His influence ensured that her formidable physical abilities never could recover; he wanted her wet, weak, vulnerable.

He moved onto the mattress, hulking over her. With a hungry sneer, the Beast seized one of her massive tits in his monstrous hand, and gave it a possessive, knowing squeeze. A low groan slipped from her throat, her back arching in reflexive delight as he fondled her. Her eyes fluttered open, momentarily dazed, but then she saw the monster lurking over her, and she let out a startled cry.

“N-no!” she cried, her hands defensively moving to push against his chorded arms, “Stop! You monster, let me go!”

He chortled at her, fiery eyes turning into smirking slits as he continued to molest her delectable breast. “I see you’ve managed to awaken from the lovely little sex spell I put you under. Where do you find such resolve, pray tell?”

She glared at him balefully, blue eyes flashing. “You’ll never break me,” she swore, “I’ll never give in. Someday, I swear, you will pay for your crimes!”

“I find your persistence...amusing,” the Beast chuckled, “But your bravado rings hollow. Your spirit might yet resist, but your body...”

His clawed hand shifted, catching her betrayingly stiff nipple between his fingers, and cruelly started to twist. Miss Americana winced, sucking in a breath, but it was not pain that assaulted her; worse, pangs of flickering pleasure issued from her captive breast at the Beast’s methodical manipulation. He knew her too well, knew just how far to push her to elicit the maximal amount of sensation, the knife-edge where pleasure threatened to slip into pain. She shook her head, fiercely trying to deny him, but it was all she could do to stifle the gasp that wanted to escape her red lips.

“Your body knows who its true master is,” the Beast rumbled. He grabbed her narrow waist, forcing himself between her long, futilely flailing legs. He spread her apart, forcing her thighs to rest around his demanding hips. When she felt the long, hot column of his cock fall against her sex, she stiffened, eyes widening in alarm.

“No! No, not again...no...” she could only moan in protest. The Beast was in no hurry. He pulled her against him, letting the length of his wide, turgid member press against the bare, swollen lips of her pussy. The heat from his cock was breathtaking; she could feel him throbbing against her sex, sliding back and forth, even while the remainder of his prodigious length reared over her belly. Thick rivulets of semen ran down his column of flesh, glistening in the dim torchlight. Miss Americana felt herself becoming fascinated by the sight of his inhuman woman tamer, and wrenched her eyes away, screwing them shut. She knew what it could do to her, how just the sight of it could have her pussy drooling in anticipation. However futile it might be, she couldn’t give in to him...no matter how badly he made her desire it.

But with her eyes shut, she had nothing to focus on except for the sensation of him grinding against her sex, the masterful way he played with her tits. Every stroke dragged against the swollen nubbin of her clit, dominating her, owning her. All too soon, his grinding cock had her clitoris throbbing, and her belly trembling in with unwanted excitement. He could have taken her at any moment, but somehow the way he held back, taunting her with her weakness, made things infinitely worse. She couldn’t deny the wicked sensations his cock awoke in her, couldn’t help but grow wetter and wetter as the thick, evil fluid from his drooling cockhead lit her pussy on fire. She tossed her head, gasping, feeling herself spread obediently beneath his monstrous lust.

It was no use. Her body had grown accustomed to the hellish ecstasy only he could provide, and already she felt her arousal spiraling out of control. Her wetness glistened against the underside of his shaft, her labia swelling around him. The crushing pressure on her clit was making her head swim as he ground her into submission. When he leaned down to drag his inhumanly long tongue against her stiff, neglected nipple, Miss Americana couldn’t help but moan.

“Your body betrays you,” he hissed, feeling her quiver beneath him, “Your pussy aches for me. How easily you succumb. How quickly you submit. You think yourself a hero...”

He grabbed hold of her behind her knees, and bent her back until they were alongside her tits, spreading her totally. Her arms flailed uselessly above her head, finger clawing at the sheets. She couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t let him see the way he was making her feel. She felt him draw his hips back, the full length of him sliding against her rigid clit, and her hips bucked against him of their own accord.

“...but you’re just another weak, needy female...and only I have what you crave.”

Then she felt the massive head of his cock find the entrance of her gushing pussy, and mercilessly push in.

Miss Americana cried out as she opened for his cock. It should have been impossible, his size alone should have been too much for any woman to take, but his perverse power worked an evil magic over her helpless body. She felt only the unrelenting, helpless bliss of penetration as he his cock slid inside her, as he spread her more than any man ever had. He rocked his hips, driving in slowly, making her feel each and every inch of him as he filled her grasping cunt. At half his length, he had her panting. Just a few strokes deeper, and she was arching her back, thrusting her hips to meet him.

“OOoh...Oh don’t...stop...” she begged, shaking her head, “I can’t...my hips...I can’t stop...OOooh!”

The golden chains tinkled musically as she moved against him, a chorus to her reluctant, helpless cries. She couldn’t stop herself. The pleasure was too much, too irresistible. She thrust back against his movements, urging him deeper. Already, the paltry resistance she had managed to muster was draining away. She could feel her mind growing fuzzy, blank, as the pleasure he forced upon her filled it with primitive, submissive need.

She could feel the orgasm building inside her. He was nearly fully inside her now, and she knew he was intentionally holding back. He wanted her totally melted, totally desperate for the last few inches of him to send her careening into oblivion. He had released her knees, grabbing her instead by her curvy, hourglass hips, holding her still, fucking her faster, wrenching sweet sounds of helpless pleasure from her luscious, red lips.

She was going to come. Oh lord, it didn’t matter how hard she tried to resist, how fiercely she promised to deny him, it always ended the same. She choked back a sob, even as he drove her higher and higher onto a precipice of ecstasy. Her body only obeyed him now. It was coming. Oh god, she couldn’t stop. So thick. So deep. God,

“OOOOH!” Miss Americana cried, her eyes rolling back in her head, “Ssttooop! Don’t make me...don’t make me...AH?”

Suddenly, just as the massive orgasm would have crest, he pulled out of her. His cock slid away with a wet smack, landing atop her quivering stomach like a red, glistening serpent. She felt her pussy quake, desperately grasping for the cock that had just recently filled her so fully, but it was gone. Her body quivered in denied release, her eyes snapping open in mute confusion.

A cruel, sadistic laugh greeted her ears.

“As you wish,” the Beast chuckled, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. His cock spasmed atop her, thick precum practically gushing from his head to pool against her flushed skin. She was panting, struggling to catch her breath, her ears ringing from the orgasm that was even now receding into a dull simmer.

Miss Americana looked at him in utter shock, “W-what...? I-I don’t...”

He regarded her with a twisted, fanged smile. “You asked me to stop. I granted your wish.”

Before she could utter another response, a sinuous, female form darkened the doorway, and a moment later, a rasping, hissing voice reached her ears. “I have brought what you asked for, Master. The potion is ready...”

Miss Americana turned her head, her eyes widening in alarm as Carmen slithered into the room. Her female beauty was, like the other brides, magnified to the pinnacle of human potential, but the rest of her...

Her entire lower half was a long, winding serpent’s tail. It slithered along the ground, carrying her forward, while atop her head a nest of hissing vipers gazed at Miss Americana with red, unblinking eyes. In her hands, the inhuman concubine bore a wide, ornate bowl. She reached the bed, pouting lips curling in a sinister smile at the gaping heroine. The Beast released her hips, turning to face Carmen.

“Excellent. You know what to do,” he said, nodding at her.

Without a word, the half-serpent vixen slid to her knees, taking hold of her Master’s gooey cock in her soft, eager hands. She murmured loving adorations as she pulled him towards her, her eyes devouring him ravenously. She kissed the swollen head of his cock, a long, forked tongue sliding between her lips to lap at the fluid oozing from his tip. Before Miss America’s wide, staring eyes, Carmen paused to give her a conspiratory wink...before she opened her mouth, and took him inside her.

“Oh my god,” Miss Americana could only gape, as Carmen began to bob her head, sucking him in. Her hands worked along his throbbing shaft, moving with practiced ease. The Beast grunted approvingly, resting a hand amidst the writhing mass of serpents, silently urging her on.

Carmen didn’t need to be told what to do. She groaned around the thickness in her mouth, easily drawing him in deeper. Miss Americana could see her throat swell as his monstrous length drove into her, but Carmen didn’t seem troubled in the slightest. She mewled in delight, her amber eyes rolling back in her head, as she dutifully devoured her Master’s organ. On each retreat, Miss Americana could see the length of her forked tongue where it had spiraled around him, sliding in tight, hungry coils even as she sucked on him with wild abandon.

The Beast rocked his hips, his cock growing darker and thicker by the second. Miss Americana couldn’t look away from the monstrously erotic display as Carmen serviced him in ways no human woman possibly could. She was moving faster and faster, swallowing him, massaging him with her hands, her tongue, her throat. Finally, with a grimace, the Beast growled in warning, and Carmen immediately pulled away from him. She aimed his dripping cock at the waiting bowl, and not a second later, the Beast exploded. Thick jets of pearlescent cum erupted from his swollen cock, gushing into the bowl, flowing an obscene amount of fluid in a series of wild, ropy spasms. Carmen cooed, panting, showering his turgid length with wet kisses even as he continued to ejaculate into the waiting bowl.

Finally, just when Miss Americana was sure the container would spill over, the spasms stopped. Carmen moved her hands down his length, milking him till the last drop, before she captured his head in her mouth again to clean him off.

Once she was finished, Carmen picked up the bowl, and very carefully, presented it to her Master.

“What are you doing?” Miss Americana asked in alarm, “What...what’s going on?”

The Beast ignored her. He stepped off the bed, carrying the bowl of pearly semen, and moved to the ornate, carved headboard. There was a figure of a woman carved there, her arms up in silent supplication. The Beast set the bowl in her stone fingers, carefully sliding it until it slipped in place, and suddenly Miss Americana realized that it had been part of the sculpture all along. Before her disbelieving eyes, the Beast found a hidden catch in the serpentine column, and actuated it with a flick of a taloned finger.

There was a heavy sound as distant, ancient mechanisms slid into motion, and then the figure of the woman began to move. Her head tilted back, the statue cleverly carved to allow her arms and head to move with stunning realism. Her hands tilted the bowl back, and a stream of the thick, oozing mixture began pouring into her open, waiting mouth.

The Beast startled her with his voice. “You wished for me to stop, and so I did. I will spare you from the pleasures you so stubbornly refuse. I wonder though how long you’ll be able to maintain your ‘heroic’ composure...”

Suddenly, Miss Americana heard a hiss. From above her, crowing the four pillars of the bed, the serpent mouths of the stone snakes gaped down at her. From out their dark, cavernous mouths, a thick, green mist began to pour. Miss Americana’s eyes widened in terror.

“No!” she cried, twisting on the bed, but the gold chains offered just enough slack for her to pull at them ineffectually. “Let me go! What—what is this...?”

“’The Maiden’s Ordeal’,” Carmen hissed in explanation, sliding up against her Master. “Are you familiar with water torture, Miss Americana? As the bowl empties, more and more of the mist will pour down from the carvings. The Master’s semen is extremely potent. It can turn even the most stalwart female into a wild, begging slut. But you know this already...you’ve had him inside your mouth, in your cunt, enough times to know how terrible, how wonderful, it can make you feel.” She narrowed her shinning, amber eyes at her with sadistic glee, “It will fill you with lust, with desire so terrible nothing else will seem to matter. And yet, regardless of how hot or how intense your need becomes...you will know no release.”

Miss Americana’s eyes widened in horrific, dawning realization. “No...!”

“You denied the pleasure you were offered,” she continued with a sigh, “So now, you will face the consequences of your decision. I’ve measured those chains perfectly; not only will they keep you trapped beneath the mist, but they are short enough to prevent you from getting into any...mischief.”

She laughed. “With every hour that passes, your need will only grow. Even one with your marvelous reserves has a breaking point; we will see how long it takes before every last shred of your identity is burned away by the raging fires of your own lust. And in the end, when at last the Master takes you, the sheer intensity of the experience will wipe away any vestige of ‘Miss Americana’. You will be his. Ours. Completely.”

“Never!” Miss Americana shouted, pulling at the chains. Already, the first tendrils of mist had reached the bed, and were snaking across the silken sheets, drawn inexorably to her bare, naked flesh. She flinched, edging away from them, but there was nowhere to escape. Every moment, more and more of the corrupting fog hissed forth from the serpent heads above.

“You WILL beg for release,” Carmen promised her, as she and her Master made for the door. The snake-woman paused in the threshold, cocking her head back at the bound heroine. “That is...if you don’t lose your mind first.”

The last sound Miss Americana heard before the portal swung shut was the chorus of their inhuman laughter, and then there was only the sound of her rapid, panicked breathing, and the steady, mellifluous hiss from the snakes above.

A sound pierced to the depths of Jungle Babe’s subconscious, stirring her, jarring her back to reality. She started, for a moment not comprehending where she was, or what had happened, but in an instant all that came flooding back. Reflexively she thrashed against the tree, but the demonic vines at her wrists and ankles still held her fast. Oh god, how long had she been unconscious? What had happened?

Her eyes snapped wide. Where was Anna?

That’s when she heard the sound again; a gasping moan, sudden, intense, urgent. The sun had moved to hang low on the horizon, and the forest was shrouded in ever-lengthening shadows, so for a moment Dana had to search for the source of the noise, but find it she did, and the sight made her insides seize.

Not far from where she hung, sitting atop the stump of an old, fallen tree was that witch Angie, and atop her, slender legs spread in a reverse straddle on the vile woman’s lap, was Anna.

“No,” Jungle Babe groaned, her heart sinking, “Oh Anna. Oh no.”

The voice she’d heard, the sweet cry of helpless pleasure, had been hers. Anna sat with her back pressed against Angie’s chest, her legs hooked over the ravishing redhead’s open thighs. Her back was arched, her head resting on Angie’s shoulder, while her arms hung limply at her sides. The poor girl’s outfit was a ruined mess. Her sweater was gone, as was her bra. Her leggings were ripped to shreds, savagely removed from her hips and upper thighs, leaving her naked there as well.

If the condition of her clothing wasn’t bad enough, the things Angie was doing to her were worse still. The wicked seductress had one hand at the girl’s full, generous breasts, caressing, massaging, and manipulating them with knowing skill, while her other hand had slipped down, between the girl’s widely spread thighs. Delicate fingers worked a rhythmic assault on Anna’s vulnerable pussy, playing her like an instrument. The bat had her lips fastened on the girl’s slender throat, sucking and nibbling a series of red marks that stood out vividly against the paleness of her skin.

When Anna suddenly began to tremble, Angie’s fingers redoubled their sinister efforts, and a moment later the dim of the clearing was filled once more with the sweet cry of her sexual submission. Her hazel eyes fluttered, rolling back in her head, as the Angie dragged the orgasm on for as long as she could. When at last the pleasure seemed to break, Anna collapsed in the chimera’s dominating embrace, whimpering weakly.

Angie release her lips from Anna’s throat, pausing to lovingly lick along its long expanse, before she realized that Jungle Babe was watching them.

“Oh, Dana,” Angie cooed, grinning at her, “Awake at last I see?”

“YOU BITCH!” Jungle Babe growled, “What have you done?! Let her go! Let her go or so help me I’ll—”

“You’ll do...what?” Angie smirked. Both hands slid up, taking possession of Anna’s round, full breasts, and squeezing them brazenly. Dana felt impotent rage churning inside her, felt her jaw clench so hard it hurt. Angie just laughed. “That’s what I thought; you are absolutely powerless. So just relax, sweetie. I’ll get to you soon enough.”

She turned her head, brushing her lips against Anna’s ear, “Stand up, Anna.”

The brunette opened her eyes, but they remained distant, dreamy. With barely a murmur, she moved her trembling limbs, and rose to unsteady feet. Angie came up behind her, capturing her again in a loose embrace. Dana could barely stand the sight of it. She felt a thick knot rise in her throat. “Oh Anna. Snap out of it. What has she done to you?”

“While you were napping, Anna and I made ourselves...acquainted,” Angie said, brushing a hand appreciatively down the girl’s side. “She is young, and so very lovely, but she lacks your fortitude, your fighter’s spirit. She was easy prey for my charms.”

“Angie,” Dana seethed, “If you hurt her—”

“Hurt her?” Angie interrupted, feigning indignation, “I haven’t hurt her at all! Quite the opposite, really. I seduced her, placed her under my hot, sexy spell, and once I had her all sleepy and...receptive...I showed her just how wonderful another woman could make her feel...”

She slid her hand back between Anna’s creamy thighs, cupping her sex; Anna’s lips parted in a breathy sigh in response.

Angie’s crimson eyes bored into Dana’s own. “She was a very...apt...pupil. Let me demonstrate.”

Angie turned the girl’s head, and stared into her heavy, lidded eyes. “On your knees, slave,” she ordered, brushing Anna’s flushed cheek. The young woman moaned her assent, shivering as Angie’s words sent tremors of will-sapping pleasure down her spine, and slowly sank to the ground. Jungle Babe could hardly stand to watch; she felt like she’d taken a kick to the gut. She felt defeated, helpless...and worst of all, she felt like an utter failure. She felt her arms sag in the vines. There was nothing she could do.

She could only stare in silent despair as Anna slinked to the ground, her eyes closed, face upturned in quiet supplication. With a victorious glint in her eye, Angie entangled her long fingers in the girl’s auburn hair, and pulled her between her wide, spread thighs. Anna moaned loudly as the heady scent of Angie’s sex assaulted her senses, but then her lips were there, pressed against the redhead’s hot, swollen pussy, and the moans grew...wetter.

Angie gasped, smiling in pleasure, as Anna’s eager tongue found her clit. She caressed the girl’s hair, urging her to lick faster, deeper. Her helpless victim couldn’t help but comply; she reached around, embracing her mistress’ thighs and hips, and hungrily drank from her wet, dripping sex.

“Y-you see?” Angie said between pants, “Such a quick learner. She—AH!—she’s very, very good at this....MMmmm!” It seemed that the redhead’s praise was absolutely genuine, because in mere moments, Angie’s breathing grew rapid, ragged, as Anna’s tongue danced between her legs. Jungle Babe watched helplessly as Angie suddenly arched her back, mauling her own tits, as she went rigid.

“OOHH! Oh yes, oh you sweet thing, that’s right!” she moaned, “Just like that. Just like I taught you. Oh, you make me cum soooo gooood...mmm, oh, enough, enough!” She pushed Anna away, her hands quivering with the aftershocks of what had clearly been a sizeable orgasms. The young woman gasped as she was released, panting in the cool dusky air, her tongue slipping out to capture the juices glistening on her soft, parted lips. It took a moment for Angie to compose herself.

“She’s quite the little pussy-eater,” she giggled, relishing the hopeless, downcast look in Dana’s eyes, “I can’t believe you’ve never had her; if I had been you, I would have fucked this sweet little thing the minute I laid eyes on her.”

She knelt down beside Anna, and licked broadly at the fluid dripping from her chin. She looked at Jungle Babe with a mischievous grin. “Well...no time like the present, right? And why should I have all the fun? Anna...why don’t you show Dana over there just how much you’ve learned...?”

Jungle Babe started, her eyes widening in alarm. “What—no, no, please, you can’t—!”

“Oh, but I insist.” She grabbed Anna’s chin, turning her head so that she was gazing at Dana, eyes lidded, glassy. She brought her lips once more to the poor girl’s ear, and began to whisper. Jungle Babe couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she could see what effect it had. Anna sharply drew in a breath, her cheeks blushing brightly. Her dreamy eyes swiveled drunkenly in her head, until they fastened onto the mouthwatering sight of the blonde amazon’s naked body, and the smooth, bare lips of her exposed pussy.

“Yes...” she heard the young brunette sigh, “Oh yes...I will...I want her...yes...”

“Anna, Anna don’t,” Jungle Babe almost sobbed, as she watched the two rise to their feet. Angie gave Anna an encouraging tap on the rear, and urged her on.

“Go ahead, sweetie,” the wicked redhead said, “She’s all yours.”

Anna’s look was one of undisguised hunger. She began walking towards Dana, hips swaying, while a dazed, absent smile played on her lips. Jungle Babe twisted uselessly in her binds, helpless, as the young woman she had sought so fiercely to defend swayed towards her.

“It won’t be long now,” Angie chuckled quietly to herself, sitting back on the waiting stump to enjoy the show. “I’ve taught that girl every trick in the book. No matter how hard she tries to resist, that stuck up blonde is going to be cumming her brains out.”

And that, Angie knew, would be more than the busty amazon could take. She would break, completely and irreversibly. Then, she thought with a grin, they would both belong to her...