The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When Dee did not return that evening, Penn was desolate. He was convinced that she had been taken, and expected his memory of his sister to be washed out with that strange sense of calm.

It never happened.

Was Dee still safe?

He went with Madeleine to her room, and they asked assistance from the mirror.

“Dee Fillis”

Dee’s face appeared. She was sitting naked against a tree, next to a road. Her legs were splayed, and there was blood on her thighs, and those strange hickeys on her chest. Her head was back against the trunk, and her eyes closed. Her choker charm was gone.

She was still, but breathing.

Penn gave a sigh of relief.

Dee was still in this world.

The full moon, a huge, harvest moon, had risen behind, and showed the old oak tree in silhouette.

It was the main road out of the village, near the cave entrance.

Madeleine and Penn wasted little time. Penn found a thick woollen coat and some water for Dee, they told Poe where they were going, and then tore out of the house.

Penn had not been outside for some weeks. The village was quiet, and no lights burned against the dark.

Their flight through the village should have taken only twenty minutes, but Penn had to keep stopping, as obstacles began to appear in his path. Madeleine took him by the hand, and was continuously tugging him, pulling him forward.

The obstructions were mysterious. They did not have any physical effect, but his body was reluctant to walk through them. When he tried to touch them directly, they infused his body with a strange warmth, and he began to feel a strange lassitude, a lessening of his will to move on, a desire to simply stay put, and see where the feelings led.

Madeleine was mystified, as there was no such influence on her.

“Come on, Penn, what’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t you feel them, Madeleine?”

“No. Come on! You catch up.”

Madeleine ran ahead, wanting to find Dee. Whatever Penn was doing, it could wait. As she raced in front, Penn was forgotten.

Penn found himself surrounded. It was as if several bodies were crowded around him, staying close, and never touching. Their heat warmed his body, and he found himself rising.

The warmth concentrated itself in his crotch. It was the same warmth that Pamela held at her centre.

The pleasure was maddening, frustrating, threatening.

Then, the voices started.

They were worse.

“Penn, Penn, Penn.

“You know that you cannot escape. We will take you eventually, Penn, we love you, we want you. Don’t delay. We have so much pleasure stored up for you, and there is so much pain for you up here. There is so much pain coming to Gynt, and nobody can avert it. Penn, you will be safer with us. We are kind. You can have a life without pain.”

“Give yourself up now, Penn. It will be so sweet, and you can wait with us for your lovers. We will take care of you, you will live in eternity with us. We have your parents with us, your school friends, your family, they are all with us, they will love you again. There is no need to hurry, just follow us, then you can lie down.”

“Then you can let us take you, Penn.”

They did not sound human. No human could sound so sweet, so enticing. The voices were young, as young as Madeleine, as Dee, yet also very old, an age that spoke of experience, and wisdom, and a knowledge of seduction, and pleasure.

Penn was led towards the cave just off the road.

He was not quite pushed, as he was never touched, but his body moved, as if controlled, to avoid the shapes which surrounded him, and he was cushioned as he climbed down through the rocky entrance. The moonlight was shining from above, and that little stone platform was again illuminated.

Penn had been here with Tsanja, and loved her here, but the cave now felt empty. He felt a sense of déjà vu. He had been in the cave to find the demon. It had been important, but he could not remember why.

He did remember one way he could ask for help.

“Maddy, Maddy, Maddy, I’m in the cave, help me, Maddy, Help me!”, he whispered.

There was no response.

The air in the cave was electric, and Penn could feel his desire rising as he was moved towards the back wall. He put up his hand against its blankness, but was simply pushed through. A flash of heat covered him, and he reappeared in another chamber much like the one he had just left.

There were dozens of little piles of clothes on the dry floor, neatly folded, and stacked into rows.

As he was pushed into the middle of the cave, he felt only a pillowy softness under his feet

Penn surrendered then. He had called out to Madeleine, but he knew that she could no longer help him. She would never penetrate the barrier of invisibility the demon used to protect itself. So many had been led here to their doom, and there was no sign of any struggle. He could not make himself feel anger, or sadness, or even any concern.

It really would be sweet, he knew, and he would finally be allowed to feel what Pamela was holding inside herself, to understand her mystery, and of what she had warned him. He would know its pleasure, and how good it could make him feel.

He lay himself down as the shadows around him grew in strength, let them unbuckle his pants, and pushed up into the moist warmth. It was like being within Pamela, yet the shadows surrounded him completely, there was no reticence as they flowed all around him and caressed him. He pulled off his remaining clothes so that he could feel it just a little bit closer to his skin.

The demon spoke in a girl’s voice now, but like an adult, with authority. She was like royalty. No, more than that, she was a deity.

“Penn, you are the father of two beautiful daughters. They will know you, Penn, I will let them taste you every day. You are not needed here any more, Penn, it is the women that have the magic, it is the women who must save the world. Now, Penn, remove your protection, remove Madeleine’s choker. Give yourself to me and you will remember my love, and I will love you, it will be so sweet, so sweet, forever, and ever.”

Penn felt the desire for this damning pleasure rise within him. The voice was right. He was not needed here, the village was all but gone. His daughters would suckle his soul, and he would gladly fill them.

He reached up with two hands to untie the choker, but the shadows shifted above him. His hands were held tight, and he struggled, trying to open his charm.

He heard Madeleine then.

“Evil bitch!”

He moaned in frustration and need as the oppressive pleasure was removed from him. Through the clearing shadows, he saw his saviours. It was Dee, and Madeleine.

Eternity would have to wait a little longer.