The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

All of the villagers came to Church every Saturday to hear Tsanja speak. They were a respectful and godly folk, and the villagers liked their priestess very much. She was helpful, she was enthusiastic, and her happiness was infectious.

Tsanja’s training with the holy orders also provided her with tools to assist her congregation. With her powers of divination she could predict useful things for the farmers such as weather patterns, rainfall, and even what fashionable delicacies the rich would be eating in the city this season. She knew of little charms to help with all manner of things, and, despite their differences, she would occasionally help her mother with the magic she could not do for herself. As with all priestesses, Tsanja was sworn to celibacy, because much of the magic in the land could only be performed by virgins.

Tsanja’s sermons were usually very entertaining, as she confidently talked about goings-on in the village, praising those who had made sacrifices for others, and making epic stories of the legends which formed the basis of their religion, the Holy Trinity.

Soon after Madeleine’s family had arrived in Gynt, the weekly sermon did not start as expected.

Tsanja looked quite tired, and spoke uncertainly.

“The religion of our land is based on love. We have three deities, The Teacher, The Mother, and The Sacrifice. The love of a teacher for her pupil, the love of a mother for her child, and, most of all, the all-encompassing love one has for their fellows, and the very human drive to give of oneself, to ease the troubles of others.

“Love should be given unconditionally, but it is not blind. Life always has its trials, and its pain, and its disappointments. The capacity to love one another, even in the midst of pain, is what gives love its meaning. How can a woman love a boy who has broken her heart? How can a girl love her mother when she refuses to see that she is no longer a child? How can a nurse love the old, the sick, who are angry, ungrateful and beyond help? Why does a man give himself utterly, body and soul, as husband to his wife?

“The answer, my friends, is that love is the meaning of life itself. It is not a rule to live by, in order to achieve heavenly rewards. It is not some kind of currency to be exchanged to gain worldly wealth.

“Love is not a means.

“It is an end in itself.

“Love must be given to all around you, even if it is undeserved, nay, especially if it is undeserved. It is the pain and sacrifice of giving which makes it endure, and shapes our souls, and prepares us for the endless cycle of birth, and rebirth. It is the only way in which the poverty of our lives can seek improvement.”

The congregation was beginning to get a little restless with all of this dry theology. After all, they had all learned it in childhood, and many more times since then. Tsanja had always made it palatable by weaving it into a story, something fun. Why spell it out again, they wondered?

Tsanja soon departed from the familiar dogma, and her audience fell into an uneasy silence.

“There is another kind of love, a secret love, a demonic love that corrupts all it touches. This love is blind, like a worm, it seeks out life, but it infests all with shallow sweetness, empty bliss and broken promises.

“True love is given, to be accepted, or rejected, and raises up all who will let themselves feel it.

“This demonic, perverted love is not given, it takes, it takes everything that it can touch, and it does not let go. It will entwine your life with its own. First it will seduce you. Then it will corrupt your flesh. Nothing can save you then, and it will soon take your very soul.

“If it were to gain a foothold in this world, it would consume us all, until there was nothing left, nothing human, nothing good, nothing strong.

“I have learned to recognise the signs of the demon, and I know of its demonic love. Whole villages have been known to sink into an abyss of corruption and darkness to feed its insatiable appetite.

“Her name is Lilith.

“She is a perversion of nature, she is from outside nature, and she is invading the world created by the Holy Trinity.

“She has invaded Gynt, and with her has brought her followers, the Lilith Spawn. We must be strong, or she will take us all.”

At this, Tsanja hesitated, and Penn used the pause to pass a querying look to Madeleine. She did not see him, as she was staring at Tsanja, her eyes glistening, with some intensity, some strong emotion.

“They are very strong ... watch yourselves, do not let yourselves be seduced by their pleasure, by their evil. Gods, they are amongst us, I wish I could find them, I wish I could know them, and cast them out. Gods, please give me strength.”

Tsanja paused, and recovered herself.

“We are very fortunate that we have amongst us three healers, and they have special knowledge of Lilith and her ways. You all know my mother, Jennifer Beale. She has two new visitors at her house. Pamela Andersen and Palomina Gustafsen have come from Toridé to help us all. They know of charms against Lilith’s malign influence. These charms take the form of a choker charm, a red stone tied by a black leather band, and, as you can see, a few people in Gynt are wearing them already.

“You have all heard that the town of Toridé was cut off from the world by a collapsed bridge. The Sisters have warned against travelling there, because the roads are unstable and dangerous.

“I am sorry to say that the situation is more complicated than that. I would like to say more, but all I can tell you is that the Lilith spawn have made life difficult for everyone in Toridé. Pamela, Madeleine and Poe were in Toridé when Lilith emerged, and were only able to escape Toridé because of their choker charms. They did not then have a source for the material to create more.

“Such as source has now been located. Pamela’s daughter, Madeleine, has been making them as fast as she is able. Please, I beg of you, go to visit Madeleine at Mrs Beale’s house, and she will supply you with your own protection against the demon. Don’t worry about money. You may supply Mrs Beale with the usual tariff, if you can afford it, but they will refuse no-one their protection. If everyone in the village wears their protection at all times, the Lilith spawn will not be able to gain a foothold here.”

Tsanja bowed her head, and put a hand up to rub her eyes, which were red-rimmed, and left the altar. She joined Pamela, and the two women stood together, embracing, heads on each other’s shoulders.

As it was Saturday, Penn and Dee made their regular visit to Mrs Beale’s for dinner, and Tsanja was there once again. Tsanja seemed to be happier than she been had at church, more her usual self, and everyone chatted inconsequentially, glad to be feeling easy again.

Late in the evening, however, Pamela addressed herself directly to Tsanja. It was clear that the whole room was to be her audience, and that Tsanja was placed firmly in the role of pupil.

“Tsanja, I admired your speech in church today. Few people, especially in the Church, know of the Apocrypha of the Lilith spawn, the demon lovers. These false teachings do not contradict the Three Gods of the Holy Trinity, but tell of the end of our world, the ultimate fate of humanity, the true reason for our existence here on Earth.

“Lilith’s followers are seductive, and they are strong. We must understand them if we are to defend ourselves from her evil influence, to protect us from harm.

“We must be careful. We have more enemies now than the Lilith Spawn. Tsanja, your speech in Church today will get back to the Sisters in Solveig. They do not like the events in Toridé to be talked about, and they will not like to hear that you have detected Lilith’s followers in Gynt. I don’t know what the Sisters will do, but they will not be happy.

“I know that the Church has a new weapon against the Lilith Spawn.

“The Sisters have started using magical creatures to protect themselves. I have heard them called fell things. They are said to be immortal, incorruptible, implacable. Whatever they are, they are immune to Lilith’s seductions.”

Tsanja paled, and hesitated, while Pamela continued.

“The relationship between the Church and the Healers has always been uneasy.

“The Sisters of the Trinity derive their powers from their own celibacy, but also the god-given institution of Marriage, from the sacrifice of a man giving himself to his loving wife. These selfless acts of love and devotion allow the Sisters to impose order, to preserve peace, to maintain the way of things, as it has been for two hundred years.”

Dee saw Mrs Beale give Tsanja a look then, a look of pure hatred. Tsanja turned away, eyes downcast, and Dee could see that she was upset. Was this the quarrel that was between them?

Pamela continued,

“It is said that the Healers, on the other hand, derive their powers from Lilith herself, and that it is the Healers that are the Lilith spawn. One day, if they feel threatened, the Church may move against the Healers. The events in Toridé may force their hand.”

Tsanja shook her head,

“I would never allow that to happen. I will do everything I can to protect this village, Lilith spawn or no. The Healers are nothing but a force for good in this world, I am convinced of that.”

In a small voice, she added,

“I know I could be punished for it, but if I must hide what is happening here from the Sisters, then I will do all I can, and let us take our chances. And, Mother, I know how you feel about the great institution of Marriage, but, please, I do not think you understand it as I do.”

Mrs Beale hardened her gaze, and shook her head.

Pamela continued.

“Tsanja, today you spoke of love as a trial, as a hardship, a sacrifice, something easily neglected, needing to be tended carefully. To all of us, life is an opportunity to practice love for our fellows, to improve our souls for the cycle of rebirth.

“To the Lilith spawn, the cycle of life is a pointless trial, like that of Sisyphus, forced to push a boulder up a hill every day, only to have it roll down again by morning, or Prometheus, having his liver pulled out of his guts by birds, in excruciating agony, every single day, for all of eternity. All this, for the crime of giving humanity fire, for supplying us all with light, warmth and food.

“What else is a mortal life but a few moments of pleasure, a painful death, and then rebirth into blood and terror, the same pain renewed, over, and over, and over again?

“Of what use is fickle love against such pain?

“The Lilith Spawn believe the Trinity to be incomplete. We know that the love of a Teacher, a Mother, the Sacrifice, they are worthy, they keep Humanity alive, they relieve the worlds suffering.

“However, they believe that the land is not organised around a Trinity, but a Pentagram. The Teacher, The Mother, The Sacrifice, yes. But do not forget the Whore, and the Devourer, or, as the Lilith spawn would have it, the Lover, and the Protector. The urges to mate, to feed, these are older than humanity, they are shared by all creatures, the urge to reproduce, the urge to eat, to kill for their young, and to grow. To the Lilith spawn these base urges are more important than the three loves of our Church. The foundations of our church are seen as an unwanted duty, only used by the rulers of the land, the Sisters, to control their subjects.

“It is five loves which define Humanity, the five loves of a demon mother. The Lilith spawn believe that followers of the Trinity, by denying these base urges, have condemned themselves to a life only half lived, a shadow life.

“Lilith desires to spread her so-called love to all of humanity, unconditionally, blindly. To know her love is to know an eternity of ecstasy, of bliss, of fulfilment. How can anything we poor humans achieve compare to that? For all of our lives, we strive for just the merest taste of mortal ecstasy, a few years of companionship, a fleeting glimpse of the terror that comes of knowing one’s insignificant place in the universe.

“Lilith has promised a horrible, physical, fascination, eternal pleasure, in return for nothing less than our mortal flesh and our immortal souls. If she were to triumph, she would hold us all in her foetid bosom for all of eternity.”

Tsanja looked startled at this speech, these blasphemous words, coming from the mouth of the beautiful, the beloved Pamela. Again, she looked as if she were about to cry, but weakly, she responded.

“It’s just not right. People are not animals, to be corralled, and slaughtered, and driven to their deaths, their immortal souls corrupted and consumed. I don’t know what to do.”

Pamela reached over to Tsanja, and caressed her cheek, and smiled lovingly.

“Oh, Tsanja, if only you knew … we must be strong, they are coming”

Penn could not resist asking Madeleine to see the mirror again.

Again, they gazed in admiration, and open desire, as Mrs Beale joined Pamela in her room. Tonight, they did more than just hold each other. As Pamela held Mrs Beale’s face in her hands, she shifted between her legs. Mrs Beale wrapped her legs about her waist as Pamela began to push, and gasped with each thrust.

Their lovemaking was long, and Madeleine sought Penn’s hand to hold as the scene in the mirror unfolded. When Pamela’s motion reached a climax, she held Mrs Beale still for some time, and they both arched in pleasure, their mouths open in a silent scream. Pamela held the limp Mrs Beale for some time, tenderly, then slowly disentangled herself, and blew out the candle.

Madeleine dismissed the mirror, and surprised Penn by kissing him on the lips. Penn responded, holding Madeleine, and giving her a longer, deeper kiss.

His first kiss!

He thought he acquitted himself rather well.

“Come down here,” suggested Madeleine, smiling, and Penn lay down beside her and held her close, his tummy against her back, feeling awkward, but wonderful, and wrapping an arm around her chest, just under the swell of her breasts, unavoidably pressing himself against her.

Madeleine held his hand with her own, and soon settled into a gentle sleep. Penn held her close and still, but could not sleep for a long time.