The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It had only taken about a half an hour for the rigging to be set up to haul the unconscious body of Yin-Feng out of the Temple.

Once Dylan and Tyler had alerted Nadia and the other team what had happened, Jonathan had set things into motion while Nadia attended Feng’s body through a flurry of tears that she tried to hide from the others.

Nadia hadn’t found any broken bones on Yin-Feng, but didn’t take any chances. Nadia secured Feng’s head with a neck brace and strapped her down tightly to the makeshift hammock and sticks that they’d meshed together in order to carry her out on.

Once on the surface, they’d taken Feng’s prone body to the medical tent. There, Nadia had shooed everyone else out, claiming that Yin-Feng needed her space, and her rest in order to recuperate.

She just didn’t want them to see how afraid, and how worried she was for the woman. The only person who’d ever shown her what the true friendship meant was lying lifeless on the table in front of her. She had no clue what was wrong, no idea how to make anything better.

Guilt gnawed at her. If it were only you, in Yin-Feng’s place, she scolded herself, She could find a way to make things right. She’d know what to do. She expected you did, as well. She wanted to believe in you. Now she needs you, Nadia. And you don’t know a damn thing.

She laid her arms over the chest of Yin-Feng that rose and settled with each peaceful breath that Feng took, and Nadia began to weep, miserable in her own despair. She was tired, she was worried, and she was alone again, and afraid.

Her sobs became a choking lullaby as she cried herself to sleep. Dark dreams haunted her nightmares, as her all her failures that had littered her life rose up from their graves, and haunted her mind and spirit.

She felt the cool chill of their touches in her dream as she ran away from them. She could hear them clawing at her back, and then suddenly she was falling. Falling, into a fathomless void.

Her neck felt warm, and she sunk into the sensation as she felt the ghosts being chased away. Dimly, she was aware the sensation wasn’t just in her dreams. With blurred vision, she lifted her head to feel Yin-Feng’s hand on the back of her neck.

“Yin-Feng?” Nadia asked. Her voice was sharp, edged with hope.

“Mmm?” Yin-Feng muttered, sleepily.

“It’s me, Nadia. Wake up!” She spoke loudly now, and lightly Yin-Feng’s bangs from her forehead. “We’ve been worried about you.”

Amber eyelids blinked, and the Asian woman stretched. She moaned, her whole body aching. Her mind was throbbing. Her eyes opened, as she focused on Nadia, trying to remember.

Even as her eyes opened, the floodgates opened. Her thoughts rushed over her, the tidal wave reaching it’s crescent and collapsing onto her mind all in the matter of a split second. Everything was revealed to her.

“It’s done,” she spoke at last. Her voice was weak, yet there was the same old strength behind it.

Yin-Feng pushed Nadia from her, as she moved to sit up. “Everything has become as it should be,” she said, her voice quiet and calm.

Nadia didn’t know what to do, much less what to think. She shook her head, trying to fathom what Yin-Feng was doing, and what the other woman’s line of thinking was. “You should rest, Feng. What are you talking about?”

Yin-Feng smiled, her eyelids fluttering closed as she turned her head towards Nadia. “The Curse of the Golden Monkey of Xiao is real, my dear, dear, Nadia,” she said softly. “Very, very real. As real as you or me.”

Nadia blinked. “Are you serious?” She asked. Had it been anyone else, Nadia probably would have scoffed. But she knew, or thought she knew, Yin-Feng too well to believe anything other than Feng knew what she was talking about.

Ying-Feng nodded, her eyelids still closed, and a smile on her face suggesting she was in full rapture of the moment. “Very serious, my child. Very serious, indeed.”

The warm hands of Yin-Feng enclosed over Nadia’s, as the calm, soothing voice of the woman seemed to still Nadia’s fears. “It has made me a monster of my darkest fears. And yet, not all is, as it would seem.”

Her voice was a murmur, comforting, and serene. “I used to despise sex. The very essence of it. I watched my peers use it to get where they wanted in life, and I hated it for it kept women in my country under the feet of men. I turned against it. I rejected it.”

Yin-Feng leaned forward, her lips moving an inch away from Nadia’s ear. “But now, my child, that is all over. My mind is clear at last.” Nadia found her breath warm, pleasing. Her own eyes closed in relaxation.

“Do you know what my name means, in my native land, Nadia?”

Nadia shook her head. Her earlobe brushed against Yin-Feng’s lips, even as the other told her. “I am called Silver Phoenix,” she said. “And so it is. Today, I was left broken by a falling statue, and my mind was left to burn away by the curse. The Curse of the Golden Monkey struck me, even as I attained glory.”

Nadia found herself feeling strange at the sensation of the lips, which kissed her neck this time. She was certain she didn’t want to be here. Yet, the voice of Yin-Feng was so relaxing. Feng’s touch was so compelling. And Nadia wanted to hear more.

“And I rose, Nadia. I rose up from those ashes by your hand.” A smile slid over her lips, as she pulled her head back, and her eyes fluttered open to look into Nadia’s own.

The dark orbs that stared into Nadia’s eyes were even more compelling than before. Nadia found herself being swallowed by them. She was a deer, and the glistening eyes of Yin-Feng, the Silver Phoenix, were the brightest of all headlights.

“There was another part, beyond the Curse, Nadia. Something that remained hidden. It was the reason why so many sought the Golden Monkey. Now I see.”

Yin-Feng had known that the girl would be so ensnared by her eyes. For such was destiny. Yet, she continued speaking, knowing that Nadia was still listening with her full attention. “For I am a God, Nadia. Not just any God, Nadia. Rather, I am the first of the new. For all the old Gods killed each other, long, long ago in bloody duels and in desperation, vying for the attention of the mortals and power amongst themselves. I am the Goddess of Sex, the Fuck Goddess. So it was revealed to me, by the Golden Monkey’s Curse. I have been given that power that was left to be found by the chosen one. Nadia, it is my place to bring back the Gods. I am to be the Mother of the Gods. And all will worship me, for I am great, and beautiful, and terrible.”

Nadia made a trembling whimper. She found herself hard-pressed to think straight. Staring deep into Yin-Feng’s eyes, she began to lose herself. Her will was quickly slipping away, and being overshadowed by Yin-Feng’s dominance.

Nadia shook her head, “B-but how can this be?”

“In the darkness that swallowed me, Nadia, I found truth,” she answered, her voice quiet, crooning. “I saw the Golden Monkey in a dream, bestowing his curse upon me. He would have turned me into a madwoman, thirsty for the pleasures of the flesh. But my father taught me well. And the Golden Monkey had not counted on that. I learned many disciplines to clean, and purify my mind.” She leaned closer, into the other woman. “And he saw that I was fighting him, and he became enraged, and attacked me.”

Nadia’s eyes widened as she listened to the story. Lost in the words of the story and the eyes of Yin-Feng, she was unaware of anything else around her.

“So it was that upon the spirit realm I fought the Golden Monkey. I fought my darkest fear. And though I was almost beaten into the rubble and destroyed, I heard my father’s voice, speaking to me from far away. It gave me strength, even as my father reminded me of what plane we were fighting upon. With my last effort, I defeated the Golden Monkey. I lured him into my own mind and crushed him with the raw power of my Chi.”

Her eyes closed, in remembrance of the event. “And with that defeat, my sleeping mind awoke to all it’s ancient powers that mortal man has long forgotten and can no longer touch. The curse was not lifted, but it was forever changed.” With a gentle touch, her hand slid down Nadia’s bare arm. “So it is that I was born again, purged by the fire, burnt to ashes, and reborn a Goddess.”

“You, Nadia, will be my first Priestess. My High Priestess. You are my Chosen, before all others. As it always will be. You will serve me, and please me, and all will envy you for your greatness and your holiness to me.”

Nadia whimpered again. Yin-Feng was so sure of herself, so sure of everything. Nadia felt the almost palatable pressure of Yin-Feng’s will engulfing her own. Feng had harnessed the untapped potential of the human mind, and now bent it to work the twisted will of the life that had been thrust upon her.

Yin-Feng’s fingertips brushed the younger girls hair back. Her deep eyes still staring into Nadia’s own, as if pushing herself into Nadia’s mind through it.

A mere sapling to a full storm, Nadia’s will was forced to bend, but it did not break.

The words were slow. “A Priestess, to you.” She became everything she had ever admired in the dead Yin-Feng. She was a Phoenix, too. Born again, in love, and kindness. Burned away were the inadequate feelings of despair, and worthlessness. She had a purpose, now. A skill. She lived to guide others to her Goddess. She lived to show them the proper way. She lived to love. And she loved to live.

Yin-Feng smiled. Her fingers glided over Nadia’s small breasts. Nadia shivered, casting her eyes down. Warmth churned in her body, a smile on her lips.

She knew what it was like to be Yin-Feng.

The trembling in Nadia’s loins at that sudden enlightenment was unlike anything she’d experienced before—the wake of a small orgasm? She wasn’t sure, but what she was certain of was that she wanted to feel it over, and over again.

The soft fingertips glided down her shirt, to lift it from her body. The hand of Yin-Feng slipped under it, and for the first time in her life, another hand. The hand of that fantasy lover she so often pleasured herself thinking about glided over her stomach. Just as she imagined it would be, if she had been Yin-Feng.

Nadia shivered in pleasure. She leaned close. “Oh, Goddess.” She mewled. “Teach me your ways. Your wisdom.”

The voice was soft in her ear. “Gladly, my High Priestess. But first, we need a name for you. Nadia is dead. And so, young child of the Silver Phoenix, your name shall become Mei-Yong. For now, born in me, child, you are Eternal Beauty.”

Mei-Yong, who had once—it seemed a lifetime ago—been Nadia, blushed. Nadia. The thought was fleeting, as she realized how rough, how awkward that name sounded, now. It wasn’t her. Not anymore.

She was Mei-Yong. Yes. Mei-Yong. For Her. Anything, for Her. Mei-Yong is perfect and eternal in her Goddess. I will serve her well. Forever. The girl felt herself smile. She felt beautiful. For the first time in her life, she felt beautiful. The Goddess had chosen her ... her ... out of everyone in the entire world. She leaned her body into her Goddess in supplicant submission, eager to learn her new role. She was zealous to find her new place, and to discover the joy of her worth to her Goddess.

Yin-Feng’s other hand joined the first underneath Mei-Yong’s shirt. Light fingertips traces over her sides. Mei-Yong trembled at the feather-light touches as Feng’s hands drew the shirt up, over Mei-Yong’s head, and cast it away.

The young girl wore no bra. Mei-Yong’s breasts were small, nipples a bright pink and hardened in the anticipation of what was to come. Her pulse was racing, her skin warmer, her breath ragged.

And Yin-Feng hadn’t even touched her yet.

She felt the gentle touch of her Goddess slide, in an electric caress that caused her mind to buzz, her body to tremble again. A soft sigh of pleasure passed her lips as Yin-Feng’s hand wrapped around her, tickling the tiny hairs on the back of her neck. It sent shivers of ecstasy down her spine.

She felt herself being pulled, closer to her Goddess. Full of wanton desire, eager to please and fulfill her role, the young Priestess yielded. She bent, to Feng’s will again.

The moist lips of her Goddess were barely an inch away from her own. She could feel the warm breath of Yin-Feng against her face. Soft eyes, filled with want stared back into the confident eyes of Yin-Feng.

The voice was soft, and it seemed to melt Mei-Yong into a soft puddle of quivering flesh. “You’ve never been taken, by anyone—mortal man, or woman? Have you, my Eternal Beauty?”

Mei-Yong almost dared not to breath, she was so caught in the moment. “No.” Was all she could muster, lost in the serenity and eroticism of her new Goddess.

Her body went limp as Yin-Feng’s lips enclosed over hers. One hand pressed against the back of her neck, causing her to whimper in pleasure. Those whimpers only increased as Mei-Yong felt the delicate touch of her Goddess’ other hand against her own small, hardened breast.

Her jaw went lax, as Feng’s warm velvety tongue intertwined with hers. Slow and guiding, Feng turned her body about, and with care lowered Mei-Yong’s body down onto the bed she’d been resting on. As Mei-Yong’s head hit the pillow, their lips parted, and Yin-Feng smiled with tenderness towards her newfound love.

Before Mei-Yong could speak, Yin-Feng’s fingers were at her mouth, hushing her. With gentle reverence, fingertips danced down Mei-Yong’s smooth belly, and played at the buttons of her pants. Soft was her voice, caring, and spurning Mei-Yong’s desire for her Goddess. “You must be shown the path of light, before you can walk it, Mei-Yong. Then, you can show others.”

The girl smiled at that, her head sinking into the pillow as she allowed the sensations to wash over her, welcoming them like warm water, lapping at her skin.

Her body quivered as Feng’s fingertips danced intricate patterns over her stomach, her breasts. Soft lips would pause, and kiss a spot of warmed flesh, and a hot tongue would follow, licking at her skin.

Mei-Yong’s loins burned with arousal, and she could smell a familiar scent in the air—her own heat, mixed with that of her Goddess’. That thought made her smile; that she was so beautiful, she could arouse a Goddess.

Proud of herself, she arched her back into her Goddess, to show Her how much pleasure that her Goddess had given her. Yin-Feng smiled to herself and even as her fingertips threatened to slide beneath the waistband of her pants her lips wrapped around Mei-Yong’s breasts.

Mei-Yong let out a shuddering gasp, and arched her back more into the pleasuring mouth. She felt her nipple being pulled and pinched by Feng’s teeth, her eyelids fluttering open to watch as she lay still, a helpless quivering mass of pleasured flesh for her Goddess.

Her hips rose of their own accord, pressing firmly into Yin-Feng’s. Again, hard, Yin-Feng bit at the pert nipple sending another moan out from Mei-Yong’s lips. She batted it against her tongue, and suckled on it with all the strength her mouth could muster.

Red-faced, her skin starting to sweat, Mei-Yong’s mind whirled and buzzed, bombarded by the pleasures of the flesh. Pleasures she had only known through herself—now intensified tenfold by her role. By her Goddess. She squeezed her thighs together again, well aware of her need and heat.

Yet, while Yin-Feng was aware of the young girl’s need, it was necessary to show her what was expected of her in the future. Not until each nipple was sorely bruised, and colored a wonderful shade of purple, did she lift her lips from Mei-Yong’s tiny breasts, smiling in her decadence.

Yin-Feng’s lips pursed, and she blew lightly on the wet, tortured skin.

Mei-Yong mewled like a happy kitten, wet eyes floating shut.

As if she were taking off a royal garb, Yin-Feng’s hands ever so slowly slid Mei-Yong’s pants off her. Caressing the bare skin of newly shaven legs. Kissing thighs, and kneecaps, licking thighs.

Time was lost.

Toes curled, and soft pubic hairs wet with the dew of arousal that were cooled by the shaded air of the tent, Mei-Yong realized at last, she was utterly naked before her Goddess.

Naked, physically. Just as she always would be mentally. Her Goddess was always, would always be, in control. Yin-Feng would always guide her Eternal Beauty, to perfection.

The sudden touch at her outer lips gave way to a louder mewl, and a soft shudder of flesh. In desperate desire Mei-Yong’s legs parted, ready to experience the next sensation with zeal.

The pressure stirred her, as she felt two strong fingertips spreading her lips. She was utterly vulnerable, now. She was utterly lost. She was utterly in heaven.

The cool breath of Feng’s lips blowing on her moistened lips caused her to inhale sharply, and she tossed her head. Soft laughter filled the room as her Goddess was pleased at her reactions.

She felt the kiss just above her labia, and trembled again, opening her eyes just in time to see her Goddess take a long, deep drink of her.

The velvety tongue slid against the insides of her walls, pushing into her pussy. It curled, it twisted, it dove and rose inside her, driving her into a mad, glorious sexual frenzy.

Her body could take no more, and she felt the onslaught of the orgasm slam into her. It was an earthquake. It rumbled through her bones, her skin. It ravaged her from dripping forehead to straining toes as she felt her heated sex convulse and spasm inside her.

The tongue withdrew, even as the aftermath begin to slowly rumble through her again, these quakes not as great, but casting gentle wakes of satisfying pleasure in their own way. Her skin was left raw, and sensitive to the slightest of touches in a manner she loved as her Goddess kissed her way up to Mei-Yong’s lips.

“You have the knowledge, now, my Eternal Beauty. Use it wisely.”

The twist of her nipple was the last thread her mind could withstand. Her mind could take no more, and it finally snapped. Mei-Yong fell unconscious and into a blissful, satisfying sleep.

As they neared the camp, Dylan and Tyler each bore a wide grin on their faces. They could feel their energy surging, their heart racing. They exchanged glances with wild eyes, full of expectations, of dreams, and fantasies come true.

It had been three long weeks since Yin-Feng’s ‘accident’, and if reports they’d managed to scavenge up were correct, everything had been shut down weeks ago, and the site had been left abandoned. Both men had agreed that now was the proper time to retrieve the golden statue from where they had directed Nadia to hide it.

Tyler smiled at the memory of drugging Nadia as she lay unconscious over Yin-Feng. He’d woken her just enough to shoot her with the needle gun and was quite satisfied how easily she had accepted her ‘orders’.

And now they feverishly contemplated a future filled sandy beaches, and lustful women, begging for their attentions. Life was going to be good.

Tyler slowed the jeep down about a half a mile from the camp to be and cut the headlights. The moon almost gave them enough light to see by, but Tyler flicked on the flashlight anyways.

“We get in, and we get out,” Tyler said stiffly to Dylan. “Don’t make a sound. If we get attention drawn our way, I’ll kick your fucking brains in.”

Dylan scrunched up his eyes, not sure if Tyler was joking or not. He nodded, “Don’t worry,” he said, holding up his hands. “I want the money as much as you do.” He gave his friend a smile, “Besides, it’s my contacts that got us a buyer for the piece.”

Tyler twisted his lips into a wry smile. “It was at that,” he agreed. He crept across the sand, towards camp, quiet now. Following in his stealthy shadow, Dylan brought up the rear. Muscles poised, they were ready for anything.

They were ready to take out a few workers, if that’s what it took. But Tyler had taken precautions to make sure the statue would be in a remote spot far away from the camp.

He moved to the small pile of rocks, and with Dylan’s help began to push aside the large rock under which the Golden Monkey had been buried.

Even in the silver light of the moon, it glistened and gleamed brightly, as if boasting of its’ wealth to them.

“Holy fucking shit,” Dylan swore, shaking his head in disbelief as Tyler picked up the statue, dumping it into a plain burlap sack. Tyler nodded in agreement with his friend.

“Easiest job we ever did, Dylan.” He turned, flashing a grin to his friend, which turned sour in the blink of an eye.

“Ty?” Dylan asked, but it was too late.

“Infidels!” Came the loud cry.

The deserted dunes seemed to teem with life as hundreds of men and women rushed towards the rock where both of them stood, gaping in bewilderment and horror.

They had no way out.

Tyler clutched the bag tightly to his chest, and made a desperate run for the jeep. Dylan turned around, dazed and uncertain. He saw Tyler running in fear out of the corner of his eye.

His legs picked up, and followed his friend almost on their own.

The surging crowd came upon them, and drove them down into the ground.

Fists and blunt objects pummeled them. Pain exploded in their bodies.

They sank into unconsciousness.

“They are awake, my Lady,” came the quiet voice of a man.

Tyler moaned, and put his hands to his ears to stop the horrid ringing.

He opened his eyes, and found himself to be inside the same dark cavern of the temple that he and Dylan had attacked Yin-Feng in.

Dylan rolled over, and screamed as the decapitated head of the Lotus-Dragon fearsomely grinned at him.

“They are indeed. Go. Tell Her Worshipfulness that the infidels are prepared to meet her.” The voice was self-assured, commanding. It allowed for no disobedience.

Tyler’s mind swam, as he recognized the voice. “Nadia? What the fuck is going on?” He muttered. He spat the sand out of his mouth, and turned to look at her. His face twisted into an ugly mask of rage.

Dylan turned to look at Tyler, then, to the half-naked woman standing in front of them.

Clad in immaculate white robes, Nadia stood before them. The plunging neckline exposed her pert breasts, the edge of the ‘V’ ending just above her smoothly shaven sex. The bottom was cut like a loincloth and edged with gold. Her tanned, toned legs exposed for all to see, and it was clear she was not wearing anything underneath the simple, erotic garment.

“Who is Nadia?” She asked, her voice curious.

Out of all the answers he could have gotten, Tyler was not prepared for that one.

“You, you stupid bitch,” Dylan offered in retort. He snarled at her, and tried to stand up, but his arms were tied tightly to his sides. He looked at Tyler, and noticed his friend caught in the very same predicament.

“I am Mei-Yong,” came the lilting answer. “High Priestess to the Silver Phoenix. You are accused of trying to destroy her power, by calling forth the Golden Monkey to defeat her glory.”

Dylan licked his lips, “What the hell are you talking about, you deluded psycho? Fuck. Let us go, you loopy bitch, before I get really mad, and hurt somebody.”

She shook her head, and laughed. “You do not know your peril. But, you are misled. Have no fear. The Goddess comes, now. She will show you the truth.”

Two muscled men came into view from the dark corridor, naked save for the sandals upon their feet. Their chests and limbs were well oiled. Hands behind them, they held up two long rods.

Upon the simple seat that was supported by those rods, was Yin-Feng. Her ponytail was unbound, the dark raven hair cascaded down her back like a billowing cape.

Both the men saw the look in her eyes. They remembered what she had done to them before. Fear clutched at their hearts with an icy hand, and their eyes widened at the sight.

She was glorious. Her body was oiled and scented, her amber skin glowed against the bright hue of the lights that shone forth. Dark nipples, fat and wide were erect—they seemed to greet them with shameless passion. She was dressed as ‘Nadia’ was, save her garb was of black.

The two men at the front, and at the back, lowered her with great reverence to the floor of the cavern.

Her leg arched out, and touched the sand.

Dylan squirmed back, his body twisting and squirming like a frightened worm.

Tyler remained where he was, frozen with fear.

Only they dared to look at her. All other eyes were cast down, showing the Goddess her proper respect.

A sudden chill came from the corridor, causing her hair to rise up from behind her and the wind whipped her hair about. She seemed yet more terrible, and yet more beautiful with each step she took towards them.

Yin-Feng only spoke one word, her voice cool. Calm. Confident. “Mei-Yong.”

The young girl bent a knee to the word, and moved to her Goddess, standing to the side of her beloved. Yin-Feng’s hand swept over her bare midriff, up to encircle the girl’s breasts. A long nail, cold and edged, ran across the underside of the small mounds and then moved to encircle each nipple in a lazy figure eight pattern. Her eyes never wavered from the two men.

Mei-Yong shivered with delight. The girl moved one foot a few inches further, spreading her desire for her Goddess, should her Goddess wish it.

“Why,” she coldly asked, “Did you wish to destroy this?” Dark eyes flickered to the young trembling girl. Yin-Feng had become the most fluent of artists, and now she played Mei-Yong’s body with the ease of a master musician.

“Harmony. Love. Perfection,” Yin-Feng continued. The toying hand slid down, now over Mei-Yong’s stomach. Fingertips slipped beneath the loincloth. “Remove.”

Mei-Yong’s heart fluttered, and with a quick, practiced movement. The ornate garb fell off of her shoulders, cloth pooling about her feet.

Tyler looked with wonder at Yin-Feng. He glanced around to the others, even as he began to join Dylan in attempting to distance himself from the insanity of the situation.

Dylan glanced around, “What the fuck is happening, Ty?” He swallowed. His arms bulged and pressed hard against his bonds and the hard cords only responded by pressing further into his skin, rubbing it raw and sore.

Tyler was too busy watching the scene play out in front of him. Nadia was no longer the little mouse he’d so often taken advantage of—now she was—beautiful? And erotic, as her hips swayed to the tantalizing fingers that played at her cunt.

The stoic men that stood near the entrance of the corridor remained still, their heads down, their cocks erect; a salute to the power that they now served.

Mei-Yong was in heaven. She concentrated on keeping her legs from trembling at the sensations that were flooding her body. The deft fingers of Yin-Feng slid inside her cunt, and she clenched her walls around them to show her Goddess how well trained she was. How much she had learned about being a High Priestess. Agile fingers curled about her inside her, and tickled her most sensitive spots—spots until only a few weeks ago she’d never even knew existed.

She kept her arms behind her, chest thrust outwards for her Goddess to return to, if Yin-Feng so chose. Warm eyes, soft and wet, looked with utter adoration and love at the Goddess. She opened her mouth to sing her worship.

Sexual moans of lust echoed within the hallowed chambers and corridors.

Yin-Feng’s index finger moved to strum Mei-Yong’s clit, as she spoke again. The music of the lustful heat that she was playing seemed to add to the power of her voice. “Answer, unbelievers. Why did you seek to take this? To use it against me?”

Tyler didn’t understand, but he at least had enough wits about him to finally find his voice. “Look. I don’t know what the fuck is going on here,” he said. Desperation was seeped deep in his voice. “But just let us go. We’ll leave the damn Monkey. Just let us go.”

Mei-Yong’s hips wriggled against the finger, and she could take it no longer. Her legs buckled, and she slipped onto her knees, unable to stand at such an assault.

Yin-Feng touched her head and nodded, and Mei-Yong gasped a smile of surprise, and delight. Her hips shimmied up, and her thighs wrapped around Yin-Feng’s feet. With lust-filled thrusts, she humped the bare foot with childlike glee. Her back arched, her tongue pushed past her lips and her head disappeared underneath the silk loincloth around Yin-Feng’s hips.

The Goddess’s thighs shuddered.

“You will leave the Monkey?” She asked, her voice calm, and quiet. Her eyes closed, to revel in the sensations her Priestess was giving her.

Dylan saw the light down the tunnel. “We’ll leave the Monkey,” he agreed. “And we’ll never tell anyone about this. Just give us our freedom, and we’re gone.”

The Goddess shivered, and she opened her dark eyes to stare at them. “You fear me. That is well, children. But, unfortunately, I do know what is going on here. I can see your dark thoughts.” Her stare hardened, even as Mei-Yong’s body convulsed against her in the throes of heated orgasm.

Red tresses still shimmered in the light as her head turned this way and that behind the white cloth. Yin-Feng’s toes sunk deep into the sand.

Her voice took on a new power, as if fueled by the erotic sensations that overwhelmed her. The air seemed to buzz with it. “You seek to contact the mortal authorities. To destroy all that I have built. You seek to sell the Golden Monkey for human greed, and you do not know that you will release its curse. You seek to destroy the future.” She paused, even as they shivered at her voice. It vibrated in their ears.

“You seek freedom? Then freedom you shall have.” She gestured to the men.

Four naked, oiled men moved to them and cut their bonds. That was all Dylan needed. He swung at the first man to his left with all his might, sending the worshiper down to the ground and clutching at his gut.

“Stop.”

The voice resonated through Dylan’s skull.

Yin-Feng’s eyes darkened, swirling into a storm of rage. “You seek your freedom. I give it to you, gladly. And for your disobedience, and your crimes against me, that freedom shall be lain upon you.”

Dylan tried to move, but found he could not.

Tyler could only move his eyes, and glanced fleetingly at Dylan. His pupils shrank in terror.

“You see? Nothing more than frightened children. Yet, so kind am I that I give you all you ask. Your fate is sealed. As this Temple will be. Buried, and lost with time, so shall you be. Free—from the mortal chains that bind you. Punished, to forever guard the Golden Monkey from being free. And in eternity, you can reflect upon your grievous ways.”

Her body rocked, with the onslaught of orgasm, as her High Priestess licked with loving diligence. Power ebbed from her, and Dylan and Tyler fell unconscious.

Mei-Yong knelt before the throne of her Goddess in the remote temple. Her nipples rubbed against the holy amber legs of Yin-Feng, as the Goddess sat and sipped wine. The young priestess lapped at the flowing juices with pure devotion, and reverence. Between those laps, she would often pause to look upon in wonder and awe at the presence before her.

A stray thought came to her. “Goddess?” She asked, moving to kiss Feng’s nipple.

“Yes, little one?” Came the voice from far away. The Goddess did not bother to open her eyes.

“I—I think I remember who those infidels were. Or maybe I do not. It is—odd, Goddess.” Mei-Yong seemed puzzled at this, but she knew that surely, her Goddess would hold the answers. Her Goddess was—a Goddess, after all.

A light fingertip from Feng touched Mei-Yong on the forehead. “Do not worry, little one. Child of the Silver Phoenix. My Eternal Beauty. It was another lifetime ago. Monkey is safe. And they will never try to harm us again.”

Mei-Yong felt the buzz of pleasure, and easily found herself forgetting the two strange men in lieu of other pleasures to behold. She lifted herself up to kiss Feng on the lips.

Intimate tongues intertwined, and Mei-Yong shivered in the pale moonlight, at peace in the lithe arms of the one true Goddess in the world.

The throbbing in Tyler’s head wouldn’t go away. He struggled, and managed to open his eyes. Only one of the small tripod lights still burned, but it gave him enough light to see by.

His eyes looked forward, to stare into the face of the very same dragon-warrior they’d once knocked down. It was standing again, in the same spot. Somehow, it looked familiar. Taller, than before and now seeming more fearsome.

It’s clothes.

Tyler tried to gasp, but no voice came from his throat.

Dylan’s.

Tyler felt nothing, but the cold chill of air. His eyes moved up the body, to look at the stone-warrior’s eyes.

Dead. Stone.

Reflected in them was another warrior. Sealed in stone. Unmoving.

For all eternity.