The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Show Me the Way

by flibinite

“Noo! Step back . . . stand away from me!”

“But you don’t understand,” the blonde woman in the wind-swept cape called out to me. “We mean you no harm. We were just out for a walk and saw you here in our field. We couldn’t help but assume you were lost.”

I groaned inside, as she was correct. I was lost, and in so many ways.

My mother had just died, and my boyfriend of two years had just . . . well . . . run away, complaining about how I’d been smothering him, about how needy I’d become. So, in a fog of anger and despair, I’d started walking, with no idea of where, or for how long.

Still, being accosted by such as these . . . a woman dressed so salaciously, her dress so tight, so short and deeply cut; and a . . . a man, if such be he, who looked more like some towering animal than any male I’d ever beheld, seemed so very wrong, and dangerous.

“It’s late, Miss,” the woman yelled over the increasing wind, “and the sun will be setting soon. There’s rain in the air, too. Please . . . don’t be afraid to come with us. We will lead you to the light and shelter of our home.”

“I don’t trust you!” I screamed back. Trust was a thing I no longer knew, and no longer felt was real within my life.

“That is your choice, Miss,” she called back. “Trust is something one feels, and that comes from within. Whether you can believe me or not, you have nothing to fear from me or my husband. You have far less to worry about from us than from being caught out in this storm tonight. There are wolves in this forest, too, and our only concern is for your safety.”

I was about to respond when, as if to prove her point, a wolf howled in the woods behind my back, startling me and driving home the reality of my situation.

“But how can I trust you?” I cried, their strange visage and the travails of my recent life pushing at my sanity.

“Pick up that branch,” the . . . the beast beside the blonde woman said, his voice so deep as to be almost incomprehensible. “Pick it up, walk to us, and beat me with it. We will do nothing, and hopefully gain your trust in that way.”

He was insane, it seemed. Insane to allow me to do that, or insane to think I wouldn’t see it as just another trick, another way to trap and abuse me.

Again, I was about to reply when a bolt of lightning flashed, striking the forest to the left of me. The blonde woman was the one who screamed now . . . or at least first.

“Please!” the beast roared over the rising roar of the wind. “None of us is safe here. Choose to come with us, or we must head back without you!”

I stood there, uncertain. What matter if lightning struck me dead tonight, or the wolves should have me? What was the point of worrying about anything?

Then the blonde was yelling, “I’m not leaving unless you come back to the house with us!”

I heard the man-beast cry out, “Noo . . . it’s not safe here. You must come home with me, Belle.”

She only stared at him before reaching up to take his head in her hands, to pull him to her lips for a quick kiss. I watched, feelings of disgust, sadness, and even a wisp of arousal coursing through me. It was easy to see the deep affection they held for each other, even as I bemoaned the lack of it in my own life.

The woman . . . this Belle . . . turned to me, calling out, “Time to decide, Miss. Nothing can be so bad or scary that it’s worth risking your life for. However, if you feel there is, then I’ll wait . . . I’ll stand out here with you until the end.”

Nothing she could have said could have stabbed at my heart the way her announcement did. Life was unfair. My life seemed worse than unfair. But how could I drag her into the pit of my own despair and resignation? What right did I have to ruin another’s life because mine seemed to have lost all meaning, all sense of happiness?

“Noo! Go away . . . go home!”

“I will not,” she said, walking toward me. “How could I ever feel good in my own home again knowing I’d left you out here?”

“Stop . . . I’m not worthy of your concern,” I moaned, my eyes fixed on this stranger, on this strange, beautiful woman who seemed to care more for me than I did for myself.

Six feet from me she stopped. “What is your name, dear?”

Stunned and staring, I finally responded, “I’m Elizabeth.”

I watched as she opened her arms, her face filled with such concern for me that my legs almost buckled. “And I’m Belle. It’s time to take a chance, Elizabeth . . . it’s time to come home with my husband and I. Don’t throw your life away tonight.”

I stared at her for a moment, waves of feeling . . . of all sorts of feeling . . . pounding away at my mind, my heart. Unable to help myself anymore, I dropped to my knees in the soft grass, sobbing, unable to understand how Belle could care for me more than anyone I’d ever loved . . . and lost.

I’d even lost myself.

The next thing I knew, her arm was wrapped around my shoulders. I was standing, and walking, and she was leading me across the field and into the woods beyond. I lurched once when her husband, the man-beast in the strange, tight, blue suit, draped his arm across hers. There was still a part of my mind that didn’t care if they killed me; but their joint touch felt good, too. That, and their concern, began to warm parts of me that I’d assigned to the cold despair of an uncaring universe.

We were no longer walking together toward the end, though. We were running, the wind howling even louder than the wolves, the rain pouring down in buckets. Even before we rushed up the stairs to their large, well-built home, the beast had pulled open his shirt to try to cover and protect me from the raging elements.

What manner of people are these? I thought as I stumbled, along with the two of them, into the quiet vestibule of their house. Should I even care if they’re good or evil?

“Come with me,” Belle said, smiling as one smiles when they’ve passed safely through a valley that contained the shadow of death. She took my hand and pulled me forward, calling out, “Adam . . . more wood for the fire, and some wine for all of us!”

“Yes, Belle . . . fire and wine,” he replied, what must pass for a smile crossing his face. He looked at me before moving ahead of us, slamming open the doors to what must be their den. He moved to the immense hearth on the far side of the room, leaving Belle and I to stand in the middle, staring at the flickering fireplace.

“Our clothes are wet, Elizabeth. We should remove them before we catch our death, as they really are so very wet,” Belle whispered. Her words rang true to me, and flowed through my mind like velvet. Still, I hesitated, distrust so big a part of my life now.

“I don’t know,” I told her, then found myself gasping as she hugged me close.

“It’s all right,” she whispered. “Everything will be better if you can find a way to listen to me, to trust me, to trust us and our feelings for you.”

I was about to ask “what feelings” when Adam, the smiling beast, reappeared, handing each of us a full glass of wine.

“Drink . . . drink,” Belle told me, bringing her goblet to her full, red lips and downing the dark, red wine. Without thinking, I followed suit, pouring the cool liquid down my throat, flashing back to better, happier times at the local pub.

As I finished my drink, Belle was throwing her glass into the fireplace, as was Adam. Feeling the buzzing, burning taste of the alcohol, and perhaps because of how he’d tried to shield me from the storm, what fear and repulsion I’d felt for his rough and bizarre physique was starting to melt away. I couldn’t help but stare at him, then shiver, as he put is long, muscular, hairy arm over my shoulders again.

“Let her undress,” Belle was saying, even as she worked to unbutton and remove her own dress. “The room is warm, and our clothes are all wet and cold. We have faced death tonight, if briefly, so let us not stand on ceremony. We shall all undress, modesty and convention be damned!”

So help me, I giggled, glancing first into Belle’s laughing eyes, then Adam’s wide ones. I’d been willing to let myself be killed tonight, so what matter now if I became naked in front of my new friends?

I moved to loosen my own soggy dress, suddenly inspired to be free of it. Somehow it had become clear that I had to move past everything that was clinging to me, beyond everything which was holding me back from the life I wanted to live.

“Very good, Elizabeth,” Belle purred as she removed her own damp brassiere, displaying her soft, warm breasts to me. “Isn’t it so much easier to just feel things, to do what seems so good to you, to let yourself sink into something so exciting and fun, so obedient and alive. That’s it, dear . . . just slide off your panties as I slide off mine, knowing that the night, and your world, has changed, knowing that pleasure is what you want, is what you deserve . . .”

Belle’s words, and the passionate, leering look in Adam’s eyes, pounded into me, into a place I was certain had recently died. That one, small part of me still wanted to cry out “this is wrong!” and to try to stop me. I ignored it though, allowing myself to move beyond it, knowing it had never done anything to make me feel like this, to feel as if life . . . my life . . . was truly worth living.

I wanted to live. I wanted to be happy. That was all so clear to me now.

All of us naked, we stared at each other, the light of the fire flickering over our exposed flesh . . . and fur. My own heart pounding, my mind buzzing, I stayed silent as Belle talked, as she continued to tell me things I somehow knew were right, were true, and that would help me get past the fear, betrayal, and sadness in my life.

Immediately after the fourth time I responded to her comments with a “Yess . . .", they both pressed tight to me . . . Belle from the front, kissing and clutching, and Adam from behind, grinding into my back with his massive body, letting me feel his . . . his . . . affection for me between my buttocks, then even further below, and between.

“We care about you, Elizabeth,” Belle hissed. “We lust for you, just the same as you must lust for both of us. There is no then or them anymore. There is only us, and your feelings for us, and our feelings for you. Surrender to them . . . give in to them completely . . . and let yourself enjoy!”

I still somehow thought that I shouldn’t . . . but I did. God help me I did, unable to resist the physical sensations of their two soft, strong bodies being so tight to me, unable to withstand the emotional allure of their passion for me . . . Elizabeth.

I moaned and shuddered as Belle kissed me, and slid her warm, soft breasts all over mine. I gasped as Adam, with almost superhuman strength, lifted me by the waist and slid my wet crotch back and forth against his long, swollen shaft.

Then they were twisting me around, it being Adam’s turn to kiss me, and my turn to feel his chest tight to mine. I moaned again . . . filled with a terrible, burning desire . . . as Belle ground into me from behind, her incessant, seductive whispers letting me know how I should feel now, how I should respond.

And though she hadn’t told me to specifically, my response to all this was a scream of pleasure as Adam filled me, as his thick, massive cock found its way deep inside me, my body falling back and surrendering to Belle’s strong arms and kisses. In spite of the fog of lust enveloping me, I’d known she’d be there to catch me, to hold and guide me.

I knew that because she’d told me she would be there for me, and because I now trusted her and Adam more than anyone in my life.

It was luscious. It was marvelous. It was what I needed and wanted more than anything.

I loved the warmth in their bedroom, too. I loved how soft and big their bed was, and how they felt, tasted, and smelled to me as our passions grew, and as our bodies writhed and slid and seemed to melt into one.

Finally, when Belle whispered, “Sleep . . .” into my ear, I did, feeling so happy and content.

Yess . . . so easy to drift off to sleep. And in the morning, when I awoke, the wind and rain, the wolves and my pain, would be gone. Somehow, I was certain of that now.

It finally seemed that even after all I’d been through, and all I’d felt inside, that the sun would come out, tomorrow . . . for me.