The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Unearthing the Lesbian Goddess

Chapter 2 of 3

Carol threw open the makeshift door to the tent while laughing at herself.

“Hey Angela, guess what I did? Got halfway to the village before I realized I forgot my wallet.” She expected to hear Angela teasing her, but instead there was only silence. Carol glanced around the lab tent in surprise, for a second thinking it was empty. Then she saw Angela’s blonde hair seated in the corner of the tent, back to her as she sat working at a computer.

“At least you’re getting some work done,” Carol tittered as she pulled her thin wallet out of her bag. “Are you transcribing some of the translations we did?”

Again she only heard silence, which actually made Carol feel a nervous shiver. Angela always had a witty response to anything. The brunette studied Angela carefully, then slapped her forehead. Of course, she must be wearing headphones. Angela wasn’t expecting them back anytime soon and probably put on some music to make the work go faster.

A devilish grin flashed over Carol’s face. Now that she wasn’t afraid, all she could think of was sneaking up on Angela and scaring the pants off of her. Carefully she began to sneak around the lab, making sure to stay directly behind the petite blond to avoid being seen. Carol heard a soft crunching sound under her foot and froze automatically. Thankfully, Angela must not have heard anything over the headphones. Carol glanced down and saw a scattered pile of dirt and rocks. She kicked it away absently, wondering how anyone could leave a mess like that just lying around; Carol had some important pranking to do, after all.

As she crept closer Carol could hear Angela, now huffing like she was exhausted—soft, rapid breathes, like quiet whines. Carol brushed it off, already picturing Angela’s face red with outrage and humiliation at getting scared so badly. She bit her lip to keep from laughing and giving herself away; this was going to be priceless.

Carol stood up behind Angela, ready to spin her around and terrify her. The second she saw the porn playing on the computer, however, Carol froze in confusion. On the computer screen two busty women were eating each other out, crying out in silent moans of ecstasy. Carol’s hazel eyes went wide as she looked down to see Angela with her pants pulled down, fingers rubbing desperately at her dripping pussy while her other hand was stuffed under her shirt, toying with one of her breasts. She had headphones in, moaning quietly to the women on the screen. She appeared to be almost transfixed, oblivious to Carol altogether as she masturbated to the lesbians passionately fucking.

Carol slowly started to retreat, knowing she needed to immediately abort the operation and sneak out before Angela knew she was ever there. Her mind was still reeling at the thought that Angela was a lesbian. Is this why she never talked about going out on dates with guys? Sara had mentioned that Angela hardly dated at all, but Carol had always assumed it was out of jealousy. The tall redhead was pretty flat-chested, and seeing a buxom girl like Angela wasting her tits by not going out seemed like a criminal offense to Sara; but if Angela was into women it would certainly explain a few things.

Why hadn’t she ever told her friends? Did Angela think they would judge her for it? Carol watched Angela sadly, wanting to tell her that it was okay to be a lesbian. Carol had even had the odd fantasy about women herself, although she could hardly tell Angela that part. After all, it was the tiny blonde who mostly starred in those idle daydreams. Then again, maybe if Angela was a lesbian she’d be interested after all.

Carol stopped backing away to consider this. It wasn’t as if she were in love with Angela or anything. It was just that her lovely curves and cute face set something off in her. For some reason she couldn’t explain, Carol would have the odd fantasy of taking Angela out dancing, grinding away on the dance floor to pumping beats, or taking her to a movie and making out in the back row. Angela would slowly start to reach down Carol’s stomach, fingers caressing her smooth skin as they sunk lower down too—

The brunette blushed, stopping the fantasy like she always did. Imagining them going on a date was fine since it was harmless, but she’d always felt crushing guilt at imagining doing anything more with Angela. This was her friend after all, she couldn’t very well picture her kissing and touching and groping and oh so much more. Except.

Except that was before. Now she knew Angela was at least into women. Very into women, from the way she was moaning louder now, shoulders shaking lightly as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy. Carol glanced around to make sure the lab was empty. Thankfully they were the only students on the trip and the other workers on the dig had all gone home. The only one who might come in was Professor Isley, but she’d be stuck in the city until at least tomorrow.

Carol turned back to Angela, wanting to reach out and tell her she was there, to talk through their feelings and see if they had the same desires. Slowly her hand reached out to tap Angela’s shoulder and Carol felt her heart pulsing loudly in her ears; just another inch now and Angela would turn to see her, setting her fantasies in motion.

Carol yanked her hand back, breath shaky. She turned around and quietly started to make her way out of the lab, cursing herself for being a coward. Just because Angela liked girl on girl didn’t mean she’d like her. Angela could shoot her down and then what would that do to their friendship? It would be best to just take it slow, test the waters. Maybe after they left Greece and made it back to campus. She’d try to approach her then, when they didn’t have to see each other every day. She was almost to the door, a sullen and regretful expression stamped on her face, when she heard Angela call her name.

“Carol…”

The brunette froze, terrified. Oh god, Angela had caught her spying. How was she supposed to explain this? Slowly she spun around to face her fate, only to see the back of Angela’s head. She blinked in surprise. Hadn’t Angela noticed her? Why else would she…

“Oh godd, Carol… Carol, mhmm…”

Angela was still watching the women desperately making love on the screen, still touching herself as she spoke Carol’s name. Which meant…

Carol stared in awe as Angela started to shake, clearly close to cumming.

“Fuck, please Carol… need you so much… please, Carol, eat me out… goddess…”

Carol felt like her body had been thrown into overdrive. Suddenly she felt burning hot, horribly turned on and no doubt dripping wet. She wondered how just a dozen words from Angela could have this much of an effect on her, but Carol knew the answer. It meant that Angela was fantasizing about her, that this beautiful blonde with the perfect body wanted her too. Carol licked her dry lips, hands sweating. Should… should she approach her now? Angela clearly liked her, quite a lot from the sound of her moans, but still she felt the fear in her heart that this was all too good to be true.

“Come on, Carol, please…”

Without warning Angela spun in her chair to face Carol, her legs spread wide and her dripping pussy bared for her. Angela’s face was flushed red, eyes staring at her with pure lust. “Stop standing there and come to me… need you so badly…”

Carol yelped in surprise, stammering. “You… you knew I was here?”

“The whole time,” Angela moaned, her fingers never slowing as they slipped over her wet lips. “I was hoping you liked the show.”

“But,” Carol’s mind was reeling, trying and failing to come to terms with this. “It could have been Sara. Or Miss Isley. There’s no way you…”

Angela got to her feet and smiled easily, as if she were in complete control. “I knew it was you, Carol. I know a lot more than I used to.”

The brunette hardly knew what to say as Angela kicked off her pants and approached her, naked from the waist down. Her thighs were slick with her juices, and though she was walking Angela still lazily toyed with her clit with each step.

“I’ve learned so much, you really wouldn’t believe it. I learned that I was a lesbian. I never would have considered it but honestly I can’t imagine anything sexier than a dripping woman in front of me.” Angela’s eyes narrowed at Carol, licking her lips. “Which is probably why you look so sexy to me right now.”

“What… what do you mean?”

“Don’t try to play innocent,” the shorter blonde said with a predatory gaze, eyes roaming hungrily over Carol’s body. “After catching me in the act you stayed to watch for quite a while. Do you really expect me to believe that if I slid my hand into your panties I wouldn’t find you absolutely soaked?”

Carol trembled as the half-naked Angela stopped just inches from her. The blonde still let her hands tease at her exposed pussy and Carol had trouble keeping her eyes focused on Angela’s face. If she started watching her masturbate then there’d be no way to deny Angela’s allegation; but then, why did she want to deny it? If she did reveal how terribly aroused she felt, wouldn’t Angela only be thrilled to hear it?

Since Carol refused to answer, Angela smirked and the hand that had been squeezing her full tits slipped out from under her shirt. “Guess I’ll just have to check for myself.”

The cornered girl let out a gasp as Angela reached down and laid her hand on Carol’s thigh. Her hand started to gently trail up her leg, skin trying to stick to skin and creating spectacular waves of friction. Carol bit her lip and shut her eyes as the smaller girl took advantage, her hand rising high enough to start lifting up her short skirt. Carol prepared herself for that hand to finally reach her wet mound, but instead that amazing contact stopped an inch short of her drenched panties.

Carol opened her eyes in surprise. Breathless, she stared at Angela, silently wondering why she’d stopped. Though moments ago Angela had seemed so dominant, like some powerful romantic figure come to ravish her, now her expression was almost tender.

“I don’t mind teasing a little,” Angela said, suddenly shy. “But I’m not going to do anything without your permission.”

Carol was lost in the fog of her lust, but she understood that her friend didn’t want to hurt her. Slowly, Carol nodded her head. She didn’t know what had come over Angela, or even what had come over her, but her friend wanted her body; and god help her but Carol wanted nothing more than to give it to Angela on a platter.

With permission granted, the hand clutching Carol’s thigh finally moved up and cupped her pussy, fingers gently sliding under the soaked material and trailing over her lips. Carol shuddered and fell back against the tent, glad that it was there to support her. She’d been fingered before by exes but not like this. Never like this. Angela’s fingers were burning with energy, that amazing warmth streaming into her cunt as if she’d been plugged into a light socket. The brunette started to shake and shiver, bringing an eager smile to Angela’s lips. The tiny blonde didn’t even move; she simply kept the two fingers that had entered Carol perfectly still and allowed her friend to ride her hand. Watching her skirt bouncing as she humped desperately onto the fingers, Carol reaching up to play with her own tits as she let out a deep and satisfied moan.

Angela had experienced the same impossible pleasure herself and knew that Carol was quickly approaching her own orgasm. She wanted nothing more than to sit back and watch as the shivering Carol surrendered completely, but that’s not what her Goddess wanted.

Quickly, she pulled her fingers out of Carol’s pussy and the brunette almost collapsed, her knees barely strong enough to keep her upright without Angela’s hand to hold her weight. Carol whimpered, hips still shaking uncontrollably. She’d gotten so close to orgasm and even this was pleasure like she’d never known existed. Cumming on Angela’s fingers like that felt as if it would be powerful enough to fry her mind.

“Noooo,” Carol whimpered, barely able to keep her eyes open. “Why’d you stop?”

“I have to tell you the truth,” Angela said, biting her lip. With that expression it was impossible for Carol to tell if the blonde girl was nervous or excited.

“About what?” the shivering girl asked, afraid that she’d come this far only to be rejected.

Angela leaned in, suddenly kissing her friend hard on the lips, and in that moment Carol knew the other woman loved her. There was no denying the passion there as they slowly melted together, losing themselves in the kiss. When Angela finally pulled herself away Carol stared at her with dazed eyes. After such a soul crushing kiss there was no doubt in her mind that Angela loved her.

Angela smiled, hoping she wouldn’t forget that. Carol gasped and fell back against the side of the tent as bright violet light suddenly began to shimmer over Angela’s body. Tendrils of strange energy that seemed to caress the blonde’s body. Carol was about to run in to save her, but she saw Angela moaning, running her hands in rhythm to the swirling light, almost dancing with it. She certainly didn’t seem scared by whatever was happening.

The mist of violet light continued to swim around Angela’s body for a few seconds more, then at some unseen command the energy changed course and flew up towards her head. Angela shook in ecstasy as she seemed to breathe in that violet light, and Carol swore she saw Angela changing before her. Physically, she remained exactly the same, but for no reason that she could explain Carol felt as though someone else were standing before her now. Someone imposing, powerful, as though Carol were suddenly in front of some famous celebrity or world leader, overcome by a natural sense of their superiority.

Angela shut her mouth and sealed the light inside of her, wearing a strange smile as her body settled peacefully. When she opened her eyes Carol saw that Angela’s crystal blue eyes were now a rich violet, glowing softly like a diamond reflecting the light of a bright flame. The thing inside Angela grinned at Carol, spreading her hands as if to show she came in peace.

“Angela wanted to tell you about me, Carol.”

“Who… what are you?” Carol asked, shrinking away. She felt stupid asking that, like some character in a horror movie, but some Thing had just possessed her friend! Carol knew she should be hightailing it and gathering an angry mob but the thing inside Angela had her trapped in the tent. There was no telling what this thing might be able to do, and Carol hated to admit it but her legs were still shaky after being played with so expertly. Slick beads of lust trailed down her thighs as she tried to back away from the possessed Angela.

“Have no fear, dear. Your sweet Angela is perfectly safe. She’s simply allowing me to hitch a ride.” The violet-eyed Angela gave a soft chuckle, a laugh completely different from Angela’s. Somehow that subtle difference gave Carol the greatest sense of vertigo. This truly was someone else in her body. “Hitch a ride, such a strange expression. Angela has been helping me to study all about the modern world. So much has changed in two thousand years.”

Carol backed up to one of the examination tables, trying to discreetly glance around for a weapon. “Two thousand years? Let me guess. Some kind of evil spirit in the temple?” The brunette gave a hollow laugh. “Don’t you know that’s such a horror movie cliche?”

Angela huffed, pouting as her violet eyes shone indignantly. “There were no such things in my time. I’m completely original, dear. I am the Goddess Cassandra and I have no need of imitating your silly electronic plays.”

“Then if you’re a Goddess, what do you want with us?”

“The only noble pursuit that truly exists. To spread love,” Cassandra announced with a sweep of her arms. Then she snickered. “And to have fun playing with others, but that’s just for my personal satisfaction.”

Carol shook her head. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You really expect me to believe you’re the goddess who tricked women into sleeping with each other?”

“It’s Cassandra, as I said.”

Suddenly Carol stopped, eyes narrowing at Cassandra. “Are you the reason Angela fingered me a minute ago? Did you trick her into doing that?”

“Of course not,” Cassandra said, sounding almost insulted. “I have no need of forcing anything. Angela was unhappy with her romantic pursuits, and so I simply showed her a new course she can travel; to seek the love of women. And she has taken to it remarkably well. I’d thought you’d be happy for this, since you love her as well.”

Carol blushed. “I don’t know about love…”

Cassandra chuckled, crossing her arms over her large breasts. Angela’s arms over Angela’s large breasts, Carol had to remind herself.

“Yes, perhaps it is too soon to say that, but I think you two were clearly enjoying each other before.” Her violet eyes roamed down to Carol’s thighs, her pussy juices glistening against her tanned legs. Carol flushed red. “So why not continue? Explore one another and see it if can become love?”

“Because… because you’re possessing her! How do I know she’s really making the decision?”

Angela sighed and closed her eyes, bowing her head. Only when she lifted her head again Carol saw Angela’s bright blue eyes beaming back at her, smiling. “Isn’t Goddess wonderful, Carol?”

“Angela? Listen, I think she’s messing with your head.”

“I knooow, it’s amazing. Like, I spent my whole life thinking I had to end up with some stupid guy and get married and that would be it. But now I realize there’s a whole ’nother half of the population I could be with. Like you, Carol,” Angela said blushing. “Mhm, especially you.”

Carol felt her heart beating faster, arousal threatening to replace her fear. She tried to snap out of it; something strange was happening and this was no time for crushing on Angela. She should be thinking of saving her, not fucking her.

“This isn’t you, Angela. This is what those stupid urns were warning us about, that she’d try to get us to become lesbians. If that Cassandra chick wasn’t hijacking your mind you’d have never even thought of doing this with me.”

“I know,” Angela replied, suddenly serious. “And that’s why I’m so thankful. Watching you squirming with my fingers inside you, how you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back in that adorable way. I wanted to make you cum and just keep going, pleasuring you and making you cum over and over until neither of us could move. I’ve never been happier than at that moment, Carol. That’s why I’m letting Cassandra use my body as a host. Because I’m so grateful to her. Because without her I’d have never even considered being with you.”

Angela was walking forward, reaching out to her. Every instinct in Carol’s body told her to run from the possessed girl, but it was Angela’s eyes that stopped her. The tenderness she saw in those blue eyes felt so honest. It might still have been a trick, but Carol couldn’t bring herself to leave Angela like this.

She flinched as Angela took hold of her hand and smiled gently. Angela made no move to trap her or pin her down. Slowly she lifted Carol’s hand up and placed it to her breasts. Even in her fear, Carol couldn’t pass up a chance to actually touch those enormous tits of hers that she’d felt so guilty fantasizing over. She—

“You can fantasize about me,” Angela said suddenly. “I don’t ever want you to feel guilty over it.”

Carol’s face went red, shame running over her as if she’d been caught red-handed. “Can you read my mind?”

“Cassandra told me. She can see people’s desires like that, what they dream of. She’s telling me about how you’ve always kind of fancied me. I can’t believe I never noticed it either, how you’d always wear those short skirts whenever you knew I was coming.”

The brunette’s face somehow managed to turn a deeper shade of red. Even she hadn’t allowed herself to admit the truth of that. It seemed as though her clothes would somehow just become skimpier whenever Sara mentioned Angela tagging along.

“Goddess only wants to help you, Carol. The same way she helped me. But she told me that her code was that her followers must invite her into their souls. To cum and open themselves up to her. She won’t force you, and I wouldn’t do that to you either.”

“Then… I can leave?” Carol asked quietly. Her hand was still groping at Angela’s tits, even though the blonde had released her wrist long ago. Somehow Carol couldn’t bring herself to pull her hand back, in exactly the same way that she wasn’t capable of running away from Angela. As Carol groped her friend she was still haunted by the fantastic memory of Angela’s fingers between her legs.

“You can,” Angela answered with a sad smile. “You’re free to leave, Carol. But that’s why I’m telling you it’s okay. That even if you leave I want you to fantasize about me. You don’t have to stop because you feel guilty. I want you to imagine my tits.” Carol gasped, unknowingly clutching her hand on Angela’s breast harder. “I want you to imagine stripping me naked, seeing how wet my pussy is. And it is soaking for you, just so you know,” Angela said with a wink.

The blonde leaned in close, pressing her body against Carol’s to whisper in her ear. Carol felt light headed. With all these fantasies pouring in there wasn’t enough oxygen going to her brain to think properly. Her mind was overflowing with naughty images of Angela’s sexy body, naked and spread before her; all of the filthy things she’d ever considered doing to her friend but had locked away out of guilt. Angela had smashed that cage apart and all the fantasies were pouring out, overwhelming her mind.

“I want you to think about kissing me, squeezing my nice tits. Grabbing my ass and pulling me close. Sliding your fingers into my pussy the same way I did to you before. Fucking me,” Angela whispered in a husky voice. Carol was shivering, only able to breathe in gasps as she seemed to lose control of her entire body.

“I give you permission to treat me like your personal fucktoy in your fantasies,” Angela said with a laugh, pulling back to stare into Carol’s eyes, “so that even if you choose to leave me right now you’ll always have that without any guilt.”

Leave? Why would she leave? Her body was burning up with so much nervous energy that Carol was surprised she hadn’t pinned Angela to the floor and fucked her like a desperate animal. Why wasn’t she—? Oh right, Angela was possessed. Cassandra, some Goddess was in her head. She was to blame. Making Angela say such dirty and hot and amazing things to her.

“Of course, if you stay…” Angela continued. “Then you’ll get to do all of those things to me in person.”

Carol whimpered. “But… Cassandra… what does she want?”

Angela giggled. “Worried she’ll possess you?”

“I… yes,” she answered, blushing.

“Goddess says she’s fond of my body, so I’ll stay as her vessel for a while; but, you will be connected to her, like a warm light that’s always in the back of your mind to soothe and advise you. It honestly feels amazing. Like she’s always there to protect and guide you.” Angela purred, closing her eyes as thin waves of violet energy pulsed over her body.

As Angela pressed against her Carol felt the almost electrical stimulation of that power, like the tiny blonde was dripping with power. The sensation made Carol break out in goosebumps, feeling as if her entire body was vibrating pleasantly. Would she always feel that kind of pleasure, then?

“So this is your choice, Carol. You can walk away now, completely free,” Angela said as she waved at the opening of the tent, “or I’m going to start doing what I truly want to you. And if you stay and cum with me…” Angela kissed at Carol’s neck, her hands starting to slide back down to her skirt. “Then you’ll become connected to Goddess Cassandra as well. And we’ll always be together.”

Carol trembled as she felt her skirt ripped away beneath her. Her panties were long gone, lying at the edge of the tent where Angela had fingered her before. When had Angela even taken them off of her? It was all a blur of intense pleasure and now Carol knew why. Cassandra somehow made everything stronger, more sensual and overwhelming. Would it always be like that if she slept with Angela?

The blonde’s fingers slid down towards her clit and Carol spoke quickly, stopping her hand.

“Wait!”

Angela froze, staring up at her with intense longing in her blue eyes.

“Tell me… what does Cassandra want?”

“To make women happy,” Angela said with a chuckle.

“What does she really want? To take over the world? Tell me the truth.”

“She’s a goddess of lesbian lust, Carol. That’s her whole reason to exist and she doesn’t want more beyond that.”

Carol seemed to relax, considering. That… didn’t sound too bad. Part of her always was interested in Angela but she was too afraid to admit it. Maybe that was the same with Angela. Maybe her friend had always had those same thoughts in her head about her friend Carol and it took some depraved Greek Goddess to give her the courage to act. Carol shut her eyes, wondering if that would be so bad.

“You’ve seen how she helped me, and how she wants to help you. Soon she’ll do the same for everyone.”

Carol opened her eyes. “Everyone?”

“Mhm. We’ll help open Sara’s eyes when she returns from town. Then Professor Isley and the other women in town. All the girls back on campus when we go home. We can bring Cassandra everywhere we go so she can have her wicked fun with all of them. So many women that don’t realize how amazing lesbian sex can be.” Angela stared up at her with such intense love, smiling wide. “Goddess is going to help make everyone so happy, just like me.”

Carol tried to speak or argue, but then Angela slipped down to her knees and kissed at Carol’s clit. Instantly Carol buckled, moaning desperately as her friend’s soft tongue started to circle over the sensitive bud, Angela’s fingers playing with her pussy lips. She struggled to hold back her passionate cries, but it was impossible. Just like before, the pleasure was too intense to resist, the greatest thing she’d ever experienced. It was the best sex of her life and it was with one of her best friends eating her out.

Carol tried to stand up and suddenly saw Her standing over them. Cassandra, her tanned body transparent like a ghost. Her violet eyes watched approvingly as Angela eagerly ate Carol’s pussy, almost as if she were guiding her through it. The goddess of lesbian love was teaching her how to properly please a woman, not to mention increasing the pleasure they felt. Carol moaned and fell back against the table, helpless. It was impossible to resist this; everything was too strong for her to think properly.

She remembered what Cassandra had promised. All she had to do was say no and it would stop. Carol opened her mouth to speak but her voice caught in her throat. She tried again but nothing came out from between her lips but a soft moan of pleasure. Carol shivered as Angela’s tongue entered her, waves of violet pleasure filling Carol’s body. It had to be some kind of a trick. Cassandra was cheating and stopping her from talking. She was breaking her own rules and stopping her from—

Carol was staring down into Angela’s blue eyes, staring at the pure adoration she saw in her friend, and knew that she was lying to herself. Cassandra wasn’t the one stopping her from saying no. She was. Carol finally had the fantasy she’d always been too ashamed to seek out, her beautiful friend licking hungrily at her cunt. Promising to become so much more together as well. No matter how much fear she felt about what the Goddess might do if she was set loose on the world, Carol simply couldn’t stop herself from being selfish. Part of her wanted to cum, wanted to become Angela’s lover. Wanted to feel Cassandra’s love wash over her mind.

No matter how wrong it felt, Carol couldn’t deny the sinful ecstasy of it all.

Angela kept using her tongue on her dripping cunt and Carol knew she wouldn’t last much longer. Could she do it? Say no and escape? She could warn Sara, warn the others. Search for some way to free Angela, but that meant she wouldn’t be able to sleep with Angela right now, which was all her mind could focus on. She’d have to reject Angela to escape.

As she wrestled with her emotions, Carol felt an orgasm welling up inside her. The pressure built up inside her body, more powerful than she’d ever experienced before.

Just say no, Carol thought to herself. That’s all she needed to do.

As Angela’s tongue slid deeper inside her Carol threw back her head and moaned in delight. Above them the Goddess Cassandra watched, laughing with delight and eager to see what Carol would choose.