The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

She’d had more than her fair share of what could have been termed rude awakenings, but none of them quite as debauched as this. Jill tried, unsuccessfully, to banish her discomfort as she squirmed ineffectually, fighting to escape the imprisoning sack. She already knew it was hopeless, although that wouldn’t stop her from trying. It didn’t matter in the end, of course. The fabric was just too snug, the laces too tight, and she, herself, far too weak.

Her memories were fragmented at best. The timeline lurched from one instance to the next, each step punctuated by the swirling darkness of oblivion. They had been waiting for her, that much at least she could remember. Her arrival at the safehouse blurred into a warm torpor, thanks to the drugs flowing through her veins and stealing her reason.

Paralysed, she hadn’t been able to fight back while they stripped her. That memory was far more vivid than the others. How the clawed hands had lingered obscenely, pinching and probing as they worked. But after that they got serious, trapping her more effectively than she could ever remember.

They had laid the open sack out on the carpet then placed her unresisting body in the centre of it. Her arms had been drawn behind her, with the back of her hands resting snugly against the smooth roundness of her buttocks. Jill could still remember the shock of surprise and entirely unwelcome arousal she had felt when they slid the well-oiled plugs into her body. But there was no place for modesty in this new world.

Once that humiliation was over, they had begun to close the sack around her, taking their time and pulling each lace achingly tight. Jill could remember how it had felt, as her body heat moulded the clinging material even more closely around her, slowly squeezing out the ability to even twitch.

By the time the chemicals had slackened their grip on her, Jill was already half-secured. But amidst the wellspring of sensation, she had scarcely noticed. Her captors had continued to tighten her bondage, moving slowly but steadily up her captive form, until they could be confident she was completely and helplessly trapped.

Only then, when the final laces drew taut around her throat, sealing her inside and forming a thick glistening collar, only then had she even thought of struggling. And, of course, by then, it had been far too late.

Afterwards they had left her, letting the sack melt onto her naked flesh as the twin plugs buzzed softly, but insistently, lulling her down into the welcoming darkness. That respite was destined to be brief, however, and it became clear from the moment she roused that her captors had not been idle in the meantime.

It took Jill a moment to understand what she was seeing, what vision filled her gaze and demanded her undivided attention. As that knowledge penetrated her still-addled mind, her struggles redoubled. She had to get away from the thing before her, or she was lost. But even before the thoughts were fully formed, Jill knew it was hopeless.

She had been suspended in a harness of latex webbing, her legs flexed until the heels touched her buttocks. Jill hung there, barely three feet from the carpeted floor, her cocooned body pinioned in a cruel hogtie, beneath what looked like a low hanging wooden arch.

In front of her, barely inches away from Jill’s tethered head, sat a woman, except it wasn’t the image of the woman permeating her brain. Even though she had a horrible suspicion of who was seated in the chair, all she could see was the hot, inviting wetness of her exposed sex.

The heated, musky scent had already clawed its way into her awareness, smothering her burgeoning denial. Those glistening lips seemed to expand, until they threatened to become the entirety of her world. Jill moaned softly, unable to restrain the whispered admission of her own weakness. In response, the woman’s legs parted a fraction, letting the silken seam gape even more widely.

Jill’s moan gave way to a long, pleading whine, as her eyes followed the descent of one gleaming droplet. The slick juices trailed down over shivering flesh, pooling for a moment before splashing onto the carpet. She swallowed hard, fighting the building urge to simply lunge forward. It was happening already, and Jill couldn’t quite believe how quickly the woman’s power seemed able to overwhelm her.

“What’s the matter, pet?” the woman asked, her voice husky. “What kind of desperate need could make you whine like that?”

Without thought, Jill tried to respond. All concerns about the woman’s abilities conveniently forgotten, she took a deep breath. Before she could answer the question, something small and round was forced effortlessly into her open mouth. Jill spent several futile seconds attempting to escape, and that was more than long enough for the ballgag to be strapped securely in place.

“I’m sorry,” the woman chuckled, obviously enjoying Jill’s indignant mewling. “You’ll need to speak more clearly I’m afraid.”

Despite the mouth-filling gag, Jill was able to make her displeasure perfectly clear. Her angry squeals reached a crescendo and then faded as, with hideous slowness, the woman slid one well-manicured nail down the centre of that wonderfully creamy crease.

“Let me know when you’re ready to talk, Jill,” she suggested evenly. “I’m not in any hurry. In fact, I have all the time in the world …”

A second hand joined the first, prising open those beautifully swollen cuntlips and letting the honeyed dew drool in streaming trails. Another wave of her perfume flooded Jill’s mind, blotting out everything else under a scalding tide of molten desire.

The sack seemed to pull even tighter as she whimpered into the gag and, as if sensing her weakness, the twin plugs buzzed more forcefully. It was all too much, and her thoughts simply dissolved, consumed by that unnatural, controlling lust.

Her thoughts were still fogged with more than simple arousal when she next managed to drag open her eyes. Jill’s hope that her captor might have released her from the fiendish bondage was dashed even before she had time to struggle. The sack still pinned her body quite inescapably in place, but she took some small consolation from the fact that the gag had been removed while she was unconscious. Her jaw ached uncomfortable and the stale taste of warm rubber still lingered. However, that was a small price to pay in order to have her voice back.

“Where’s Hex?” the woman asked quietly, her voice drawing Jill’s gaze helplessly back to those perfect trembling lips. Familiarity stole almost reluctantly into her thoughts, stirring recollections, but leaving her still frustratingly unsure.

Jill moistened her mouth, startled by the thrill of contact as her tongue slid wetly between her lips. One warm plug hummed softly, filling her buttocks with melting heat, forcing her to clench wildly and bear down.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Jill,” the woman continued sadly, “but you will give me what I want. And what I want now, is that bitch … tamed and on her knees. It doesn’t have to be like this, pet. She could be here right now, instead of you.

“Hex has no loyalty to you, or to anyone else for that matter. You are completely and utterly alone right now. No one is coming to save you, and even your symbiote has abandoned you. Please, don’t make this any harder than it has to be. Tell me where she is, and I’ll give you what you want.”

With calculated ease, the woman’s hand stroked over her quivering flesh, reminding Jill exactly what she was being promised. She tried so hard not to react, but her body had other ideas, and the woman’s answering chuckle only emphasised how lost she truly was. The reality was that right now, she would have agreed to almost anything just to be allowed to bathe herself in that sweet, sticky essence, to coat her hair in the glisten juices, and let the thick cum pour over face.

She swallowed hard as her mouth moistened in obscene anticipation. A word formed, unbidden, on the tip of her tongue, and Jill spoke it before she had even registered what it meant. Ill-founded confidence flooded through her, as if she had breathed life into her fragile suspicions simply by uttering them.

“Ophelia?” she asked, wonderingly. But deep down she already knew it was true.

“Oh,” the woman gasped in consternation. “My, now, aren’t you just full of surprises?”

If Jill had expected her small victory to lessen the sorceress’ hold over her, she was destined to be sorely disappointed. Instead, Ophelia’s presence seemed to grow ever more seductive, while those long, clever fingers drew a long slow spiral around the opening to the inviting heat of her beautifully swollen cunt.

“How much did she tell you, Jill?” Ophelia whispered. “Did she talk about her betrayal and the fate to which she so easily consigned me? It must have been one hell of a story, if it was enough to convinced you to turn traitor.”

“I’m no traitor!” Jill spat, fighting to hold on to the anger.

“No?” The sorceress asked casually. “And, yet you take the word of a known enemy of the Order over mine. You refuse to tell me where she is hiding, and worst of all, you failed to complete your assigned mission.”

“How …” Jill began, as Ophelia prised those slick lips open, then slowly forced three fingers deep inside. “How did you escape?”

The sorceress’ voice cracked, and the insanity Jill had already sensed bubbled close to the surface. She tried to flinch away from the vision, but her bonds were far too stringent, and her most frenzied efforts produced only squirming shivers. Ophelia was now plunging her hand into her own gaping sex, clearly enjoying every squelching thrust. In perfect synchrony, the twin plugs began to buzz even more feverishly.

“I didn’t!” She cursed. “Once the potion wore off, it was just a matter of waiting until they grew tired of me. I didn’t escape, Jill … they cast me off, but only once they had used me in so many different ways, I finally became boring to them.”

Ophelia took hold of Jill’s hair, cruelly tangling her fingers in the soft blonde curls. Then, using that grip, the sorceress dragged her chair closer to her captive’s straining face. The perfect, creamy cunt loomed before Jill’s eyes, filling her vision almost as totally as it had already filled her mind. And the fingers continued to pump, each thrust trailing thin coils of viscous desire and threatening to smother Jill’s mind in a cloud of musky arousal.

“Tell me where she is,” Ophelia screamed, “and I’ll let you drown in this! Or deny me again, and they can have you instead.”

The shadows seemed to thicken, becoming strangely liquid as they flowed around her tethered body. Jill’s sight tantalised her with glimpses of the servitor’s true forms, and for the first time, she could see the real nature of the darkness that dwelt in the depths of the sorceress’ core.

“I don’t know where,” she moaned, and her disappointment was entirely unfeigned.

Claws closed around her captive flesh, flowing impossibly from the blackness. The figures crouched close, seemingly formed from equal measures of shadow and lust. Before her eyes, the creatures sloughed off their hideous shells, revealing the gleaming perfection of impossibly smooth curves. The creatures’ skin slid wetly against the sack’s tight embrace as they wrapped themselves around her.

“That’s too bad,” the sorceress sighed. “But perhaps my friends will be able to jog your memory. As I’m sure you’ve already guessed, they can be incredibly encouraging when they set their mind to it. Let me leave you three alone to enjoy yourselves. I’ll be back later, and we can see if anything comes to mind.”

The gag slipped snugly back behind Jill’s teeth, silencing the last indignant squeal before it could reach her lips.

A long, black tongue grazed her ear, the tender skin already burning from the servitor’s breath. Fingers clutched at her tethered body, stretching obscenely as they slithered across the sack. The whine of those imprisoned plugs grew even louder, and Jill could feel her body surging in response.

“Poor girl,” one whispered, her voice clotted with darkness, “already too lost to care, but knowing in her heart of hearts that it only gets worse from here.”

“Yes,” the second agreed. “Such a terrible fate. To become our mindless plaything … just another piece of succulent meat … fit only to serve our decadent pleasures.”

The sack, now clinging so avidly it almost seemed to have been painted onto her skin, magnified the intensity of every lascivious touch. Jill couldn’t see what they were doing, because both creatures remained stubbornly outside her field of view. But that just added another layer of heady expectation, forcing her to anticipation each new assault.

Those long, slender fingers wrapped themselves hungrily around her breasts. They pulled tight and constricted, squeezing the heavy flesh until the heat was almost unbearable. She could feel the sinuous tongue gliding over the rim of her collar, while more fingers encircled her waist and began to softly probe the ripeness of her buttocks.

“Angelica,” the first voice suggested, “I do believe our girl is actually enjoying her predicament.”

“I think you’re right, Perilla,” the other agreed, as the fingers dug more viciously into the base of Jill’s tortured breasts. “She certainly tastes of all-too eager arousal.”

“But, sister, we must be mistaken,” Perilla pointed out softly. “This isn’t some weak-willed trollop who longs to be subjugated; this is the Order’s premiere recruiter.”

“How true,” Angelica accepted. “In the heat of the moment, I had quite forgotten. We must be careful. No matter how much she reeks of submissive desire, and even though her every action seems to cry out, begging to be taken, it will clearly take far more to break someone of her stature.”

One of the trailing fingers traced a slow line down the centre of her spine, delving into Jill’s natal cleft. Its tip found the first of those maddeningly plugs, and began to massage the cruel device even more deeply into her owned flesh. The digits stretched further, sinking between her legs, and binding themselves around the second, larger plug.

“That’s right, isn’t it, girl?” Angelica breathed, and the tip of her dexterous tongue slipped lewdly into Jill’s ear. “You’ll need so much more before you’re ready to submit to us, won’t you? So, isn’t it lucky that we’ve only just begun?”

The tongue swirled, pushing ever deeper. Jill could imagine its tip piercing her mind, letting the servitor whisper silken words directly into the welcoming heat of her slutbrain. Far too many fingers stroked over her body, crushing her aching tits and almost angrily ramming the whining plugs into her. A second tongue wrapped itself around one exquisitely tender nipple, apparently ignoring the sack as it teased the puckered flesh painfully erect. Once again it all became too much.

Jill wanted to thrash and scream, to give voice to that overwhelming desire as it tore through her body, but the sack muffled the orgasm even more effectively than the gag could stifle her cries. Her muscles tensed, convulsing in place, but all they achieved was the faintest of ripples. The skin-tight fabric held her in place, trapping every shudder, confining each lurch, and letting the ecstasy of those climactic spasms reverberate within its sweaty confines.

By the time the echoes had finally faded, Jill was almost utterly spent. But the creatures never paused, they just continued to stroke and caress, while that wonderfully clever tongue pushed ever deeper into the captive woman’s thoughts.

The second orgasm came so closely on the heels of the first, the two almost blended together into one perfect whole. Jill could feel the servitors’ fingers sliding unimpeded through the sack, where they could writhe over her unprotected flesh, and slip without effort over every soft curve and into every musky cleft. The torment was unbearable, and when unconsciousness beckoned, she embraced it eagerly, desperate for even a moment of respite.

Time blurred again, shuddering from one blissful instance to the next, while the sisters continued their soft conversation, drawing her attention to every weakness; yet never seemed willing to believe she was truly as helpless as she appeared.

“It’s a ruse,” Angelica decided, while Jill could only hang there, too tired to do anything but cum and fail. “She’s hoping we’ll let our guard down.”

“But we’re not going to fall for it, are we?” Perilla sighed.

“No, sister,” Angelica agreed. “Cassia gave us the time to do this right, and we mustn’t even think about loosening that gag until we’ve used it. We have to remember, although she might look like some cum-addicted whoreslave right now … although she is practically radiating the desire to be completely owned … it’s all an act. She’s just trying to trick us.”

Jill heard their words and just wanted to beg them to stop, but she was far too spent. Even her muffled pleas were almost inaudible. She whimpered in frustration, knowing they were mocking her, but not caring so long as the torment stopped. They were right, she knew. After all, hadn’t Saphron said as much herself? She was just a helpless needy slut, and all other thoughts (including her concern for her friends), no longer held any importance.

The long tendrils filled her, stroking her inwardly as well as without. Slick fingers danced over every fold, lingering sweetly against her tingling clit, and pressing urgently against the moist tension of her g-spot. More digits plumbed her tight arse, fluttering restlessly, each touch sparking more tightenings in Jill’s belly.

Angelica’s tongue seemed to play over her brain, delving into each sulcus and coating the gyri with dark spittle. The servitor’s voice spoke directly into her mind, bypassing any defences she might have raised, and leaving her in no doubt that it spoke the absolute truth. Jill knew that she couldn’t cum again, but that didn’t stop the creature’s words from dragging her back to the cusp of yet another orgasm.

“I know you think you’re already broken,” the words sparkled somewhere deep inside. “But in truth, you’re still holding on to one last tiny hope. It is the thinnest, most fragile of threads; yet perhaps it’s still enough to save you.”

“We know how hard this is,” Perilla whispered, lighting up Jill’s mind with flickering stars, “how much you want it to end; how much you just want to give in. We’re not cruel, Jill …”

“No, love,” Angelica continued. “Just give us what we want. That’s all. And this can stop. Let go of that hope … admit defeat … you want that too, we can feel it. Just accept the truth of your surrender, and you’ll never have to worry about anything else again.”

It was just too tempting. The words spoke directly to the weak slavish part of her brain, the part that had been raised up and tormented. Even the soft voice that urged her to resist seemed half-hearted at best, and all too easily ignored. Besides, Jill didn’t want to resist, not really, not anymore. She had fought, and she had lost.

Jill let go of her hope, consigning it to the darkness. Cloying shadows poured into the emptiness, flooding her with sweeter promises. For a moment, she was drowning in their controlling essence, and it was hideously wonderful. But then, unexpectedly, the shadows withdrew, leaving her unimaginably weak and yet still somehow herself. The sense of rejection bored into her mind and stung her. She had offered herself to the servitors and now it seemed she had been deemed unworthy.

“The merge is still strong,” Perilla hissed. “How can that be? Cassia assured us that the other had fled.”

“We both sensed the taint on her, sister,” Angelica placated. “Our mistake was to assume it had lingered from before.”

“But what of us?” Perilla demanded, “Cassia was to have Hex, while you and I shared this girl and the sorceress.”

“A slave cannot serve two Mistresses,” Angelica reminded her. “While she remains bound, we may not take her. But remember, she has other friends, and they too have power. I don’t know about you, dear sister, but I would rather merge with one as yet untouched by our kind.”

“You raise an interesting point,” the other conceded. “But for the moment, we must summon Cassia. She needs to know about the other.”

Their words tickled at Jill’s sluggish mind, and she struggled to follow the meaning. The threat to her friends cut through her lethargy, sharpening her thoughts with a mixture of anxiety and anger. But it was the sisters’ talk of this ‘other’ that gave her a thrill of excitement. If she understood them correctly, it meant Saphron hadn’t abandoned her.

The darkness withdrew reluctantly, leaving Jill shivering with unfulfilled desire. She could feel the sisters drawing away, but not before they had encouraged both plugs to their highest settings. Jill could only howl impotently into the gag as she was brutally lifted to yet another orgasm. But even the device’s unremitting attention couldn’t dash away her sense of triumph. They had done their worst, and she was still here.

Ophelia’s voice was strident, her words a veritable shriek that dragged Jill back from her post-orgasmic stupor. Mercifully, the gag had once again been removed, although her mouth was so dry she wasn’t sure if she would be able to speak.

“Wake up!”

Jill stared into the crouching woman’s face. Behind her, she could sense the servitors stepping out of the shadows and she couldn’t quite stop herself from groaning as they stroked their hands over her sealed body.

“Where are you, Saphron?” Ophelia asked tightly. “I know you couldn’t have strayed far from your pet.”

The fingers crawled possessively over her buttocks, squeezing the wrapped flesh and letting their sharp nails scratch against the sack. She pushed her discomfort aside, focussing instead on just how agitated the sorceress seemed.

“You never were very perceptive,” the familiar, honeyed voice chided from somewhat far too close, “were you, Cassia?”

With a snarl of surprise, the sisters snatched their hands away as if scalded. Jill could feel the heat of Saphron’s proximity flowing into her, lending much-needed strength. She flexed her muscles, and although the tight wrapping clung on, Jill could already feel the seams beginning to part.

“Did you miss me?” the symbiote wondered softly, her concern sending tremors of excitement cascading down Jill’s spine.

She sighed happily, letting the sensations roll over her, bathing in the familiar warmth. For a moment at least, she could forget about the lurking darkness and just bask in Saphron’s presence. More strength poured through her exhausted frame, banishing the residual fatigue and making her muscles tremble with barely suppressed power.

“And I see you’re still fighting lost causes,” Ophelia countered, her voice tight.

“It’s a shame,” Saphron began sadly. “I’d hoped our last meeting might have beaten that arrogance out of you.”

The sisters shifted uneasily, and Jill could feel their uncertainty rippling through her mind. Ophelia, by contrast, tasted only of rage. Jill strained against the sack; taking Saphron’s strength and feeling it fill her. At first, the material resisted, but her earlier struggles had already weakened the laces. She stretched again, and her arms tore free, ripping the apart the suddenly flimsy fabric.

But none of them were paying any attention to Jill anymore. Instead they were fixated on the figure that had stepped from the shadows and now stood protectively beside the fallen woman. Given everything she had experienced, Jill had often wondered whether anything could surprise her, but the shock of seeing Saphron’s true form was enough to take her breath away.

The symbiote skin was a black as the servitors’, but it glowed with a deep blue light that softened those perfect curves. Dark, feathered wings sprouted from Saphron’s shoulderblades, and energy clung to her scalp, forming an inappropriate halo. Her features were sharp and inhumanly beautiful. They all fell silent while they stared, and Jill felt her heart skip a beat.

“You seem to forget,” Ophelia snapped angrily, “this time I’m not alone, and your pet has already taken most of your strength.”

“Cassia,” Saphron chided gently, shaking her head in disappointment. “Enough talk. Jill and I are walking out of here. Your choice is to step aside or else force us to go through you.”

She could sense the sisters’ presence, but their forms were indistinct, illuminated only by the strength of her sight. Both servitors moved to flank Saphron, while Jill was forced to cower where she lay. Ophelia’s lips curled into a cruel sneer, but Jill knew it was the creature to which she was bound that was pulling the strings.

Power lit up the chamber, dancing between the shadowy figures in streams of dazzling fire. The energy licked against Jill’s skin, and the sheer strength of it was enough to make her shudder. Her eyes flicked from Saphron to her former captors, and it suddenly occurred to her that this might not be a fight they could win.

Ophelia gestured, and a fiery nimbus formed around her hands. Jill didn’t recognise the enchantment, but was relieved to see that Saphron seemed unfazed. Two long, flexible whips lashed out of the light, hurling themselves across the room. The sisters took the opportunity to rush forward, launching themselves at the symbiote’s unprotected sides.

She gasped a warning, knowing that it was already too late, but even before the words had left her lips, Saphron was in motion. Jill could only marvel as the lithe woman leaped aside, becoming a spinning blur that left only a scattered cloud of glimmering feathers in its wake. The whips slashed through empty space, while Angelica and Perilla barely managed to avoid colliding with each other.

But Jill’s elation was short lived. The flickering tendrils suddenly changed direction, flashing wildly and coiling tightly around Saphron’s frame. Almost instantly the two servitors piled into her, wrapping their glistening limbs around her and pinning those beautiful wings to her back. Jill gave a gasp of horror, desperately hoping that the symbiote could shrug off this attack.

As she watched, the sisters’ limbs stretched and thinned, becoming the same slimy tendrils her body remembered so well. She felt herself responding to the memory, clenching in slippery expectation as they began to probe and caress.

“Now you see, Saphron,” Ophelia snarled, tugging hard on the whips and dragging the winged woman to her knees. “I might not have been strong enough before, but together we three are more than a match for you.”

“You still don’t understand, do you?” Saphron gasped, clutching weakly at the glowing strands. “It’s not enough that you can beat me … because just like you, I am not alone.”

“Your pet?” The sorceress laughed, clearly delighted by the idea, “You think she can stand where you have fallen? This weak, pathetic piece of slaveflesh? What possible use does she have, beyond warming your bed?”

Saphron grinned, as if accepting Ophelia’s words, and then she simply faded into smoke. The sister’s tried to hold on, phasing out of sight as they did so. But their shrill curses suggested that, so far at least, they had not met with success. Then, as if to reinforce that assumption, warmth suffused Jill’s mind and the words she longed for echoed within her thoughts.

“Take it, pet,” Saphron breathed, “It’s yours … now make me proud.”

It was as though she had thrust her finger into a plug socket. The burst of power was beyond her comprehension, and just when she thought it had reached a crescendo, the flow just continued to accelerate. Jill could picture the broiling cloud of smoke that Saphron had become, and how her enemies clung so desperately to it. That was when she finally understood.

The safehouse door burst inward, the hinges trailing sparks of molten metal. Almost immediately, Allyson swept through the opening, her psychic blades shining more brightly that Jill could ever remember. Lillian followed close behind, almost floating on those beautiful wings. Electricity crawled restlessly over her silver limbs, arcing and shorting as she moved.

Then Bryony joined them, wreathed in mystic armour and clutching etheric chains that leapt and squirmed in their eagerness to be set loose. The witch paused at the threshold and Jill could feel the surge of emotion when she recognised the sorceress. But Saphron was fading and there was simply no time. Her relief and gratitude flowed forth, meeting their concern and soothing away the fear.

Boosted by that quite unimaginable power, Jill touched the darkness with her gift. Instantly, the three familiar presences linked with hers, drawn by the strength of the compulsion. She knew that they had all felt the strength of her torment, but that seemed only to crystallise the connection. Pleasure ignited her nerve endings, flooding her mind with bliss and pulling her friends so close they almost became a single entity.

Their strength magnified moment by moment, and was still expanding when Jill took hold of the three minds grappling with Saphron’s thoughts. The sisters’ resistance lasted scant seconds, before the growing excitement simply lifted and carried them into the dizzying spiral of reflected arousal. Eight voices united in one long keening cry, as their shared ardour span out of control.

For the first time since her gift had manifested, Jill found that she was still able to think beyond her own base needs and sexual frenzy. Time crawled, seconds slipping by with almost painful slowness. She threaded her talent through Ophelia’s gleaming whips and tugged hard. The sorceress pulled back weakly, holding the spreading influence at bay for an instant that to Jill stretched on indeterminably. But it seemed Cassia, the sorceress’ symbiote, was made of sterner stuff.

“No!” she screamed, suddenly finding herself in the centre of that terrible vortex.

“Yes,” Jill answered calmly, channelling her desperate, slavish need into Cassia’s dark heart.

“Please,” the symbiote moaned, but Jill was no longer listening.

Desire bound itself to every thought, shackling the linked minds with heated chains of conjoined lust. Another mind joined the chorus, screams of defiance melting into helpless acceptance and finally joyous collaboration.

Shining ebon feathers floated lightly downward, alighting on Jill’s nakedness and forming a soft blanket. Their orgasmic excitement was crystal-bright, a burning sun about which each tethered mind orbited.

“That’s my girl,” Saphron breathed wearily and let Jill slump back into her warm embrace.

Jill opened her eyes, gazed up at the vaulted ceiling, and gave a contented sigh. Lillian nuzzled closer, draping one long arm over Jill’s chest and then tousling Allyson’s hair. The young oriental smiled, while her glowing blades played gently against Bryony’s thighs and both women lurched at their shadow sister’s touch.

Darkness oozed over naked flesh, writhing drunkenly before slathering their exposed breasts with dark ichors. Jill could feel the strength of Angelica’s excitement and she was happy to let it build for a long moment before sending it crashing into Ophelia’s mind where she lay dazed, her head trapped between Jill’s thighs.

Perilla giggled delightedly, her tendrils twisting into spasm with every soft stroke of the sorceress’ eager tongue. Jill let her fingers lace through the sorceress’ tangled hair, pulling her close and revelling in the sheer power she held. Perilla’s fingers wrapped themselves around Jill’s straining nipples, squeezing angrily and their moans became suddenly more febrile.

“You did well,” Saphron whispered, her voice drained and distant. “Such a good girl.”

“How much did I take, Saphron?” Jill asked softly.

“Oh, Jill,” the symbiote laughed weakly as Jill’s power thrummed through her. “Like I told you before, you’re such a fucking slut. Does it matter how much, when I can still make you feel this good?”