The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was Saturday, the first day in a weekend that would mark the beginning of great things for Mark. Although he had used the book to gain incredible powers, he was only one man, and his scope was limited. Today was the going to change that.

The day had started well enough. His sister Cristina had returned home the night before, and he had spent an hour using the gaze on her to condition her mind. He had plans for her that prevented him from bonding her, not to mention the strain he already felt from the three people he was controlling already. Instead he had layered command after command through his gaze, making the house as it now was seem normal to her. She would not find her families actions strange or perverse, nor would she share in any of their perversions. Mark needed her pure.

The rest of his family was coming along nicely. The superintendent from Allie’s school had called the day before to let Mark’s dad know that she had been caught with three of the boys on the basketball team. Although the superintendant had not wanted to, Mark’s dad made him spell out exactly what she had been doing, amusing himself with how he stumbled over describing the sex acts she had been performing. As a result, Allie had spent most of yesterday free from punishment, having finally performed well at school.

At the moment, Mark was sitting in his room, checking his notes on who he was expecting at his meeting this afternoon and what he expected to have finished by the end of the day. He was surprised by a knock at the door and turned to see Allie enter the room. She was dressed in a maids outfit at the moment, as Saturday was servant day for her. She looked stressed.

“Master I’m sorry to interrupt, but I don’t know what to do”

“Have you finished cleaning all the toilets with your tongue? I know mom’s was extra dirty from all those enemas’s dad keeps giving her.”

Allie wrinkled her nose. “Yes. That’s not what I mean. Stacy called a few minutes ago and said she’s coming over. She didn’t give me a chance to say anything”

Mark smiled. “That’s ok. She hasn’t seen you in a few days and she probably misses you. Or maybe she heard about your attempts to lift the morale of the boy’s basketball team at school. Either way, this is a good opportunity for you to broaden your horizons.

“What do you mean Master?

“Listen closely Allie. You are now attracted to girls just as much as boys. A hot girl makes you wet and you can’t help but imagine yourself doing nasty things with them. When Stacy gets here, you’re going to bring her to your room and start flirting with her. Whether she responds or not your going keep pushing yourself on her. If she won’t let you have her, then beg. I want you to do every nasty thing you can think of to her. Do you understand?

“Yes Master”.

“Good. Now get to your room and change into something you could wear outside. And your work is done for the day, so you can stop being the house slave.”

“Ok, Mark” Allie turned and headed for her room, while Mark checked his watch. He had two hours before his guests would arrive, leaving him ample time to watch the sparks fly.

It was twenty minutes later when Stacy arrived. Mark was disappointed to see she was dressed rather plainly, wearing tight jeans and a hoodie. His sister, on the other hand, was dressed to impress. She was wearing a mini skirt that stopped just below her ass, with garters that were clipped just below her hem line. Her top was a loose mesh shirt, with a wide enough weave to show off the black push up bra underneath. The six inch stiletto heels completed her look, which Mark guessed was somewhere between a fashion model and a street walker. Mark had wanted to stay and watch Stacy’s initial reaction, but he knew Allie would be bringing her upstairs almost immediately. He quickly made his way upstairs and into Allison’s room. He was lucky that she had a large closet with louvered doors, and he quickly stepped inside it and closed the door behind him. Adjusting the slats, he made sure he could see the bed clearly while still obscuring himself from view. He couldn’t help but notice that his sister had left a few sex toys out in open view, and he wondered if she had just overlooked them, or if she wanted Stacy to see them. He didn’t have long to think about it, as Allie and her friend arrived seconds later and flopped down on the bed.

Stacy was quick to pull off her hoodie, exposing a thin belly shirt with a plunging neckline that made it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. The word Jailbait was written across the front. She was quick to confront her friend. “What the hell Allison, what’s going on?”

“What? Oh, you mean the clothes? My parents finally gave in, said I could wear what I want.”

It’s not just the clothes. Word around school is that you’re giving it up to anyone who breathes. Paul said that you blew him as a reward for winning the game on Friday. I mean Brad I can see, we all want to fuck him, but Paul’s on the chess team.

Allison blushed, “Well, I just want to support the school, team spirit and all.”

“Team spirit, huh. I bet the basketball team was really spirited when you fucked their star players. Brian, Daquan, and Jamal? At once? People are starting to talk Allie.”

Allison shifted on the bed, hanging her upper body off the side, while leaving her legs spread open and pointing in Stacy’s direction. Mark had a feeling she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Look, I’m finally free, my parents don’t care what I do anymore. So what if I fuck half the guys in school. I’ve never bitched at you for fucking around. I mean jez Stace, you fucked your lab partner in the science lab, during class. Mr. Jensen had to call the janitor in after you were done.

“But you’re not me Allie, you’ve always been…”

“What, a good little girl who grows up to become a bored housewife? I’m tired of that shit. I like showing my body off, I like to feel guys looking at me when I walk down the hall, hell even some of the girls have been looking my way the past day or two.”

“Yeah, well their going to start doing more then looking. Jen Smithe said she’s going to have your head between her legs by the end of the school year”

Mark recognized the name. Jen was the leader of a small dyke clique at their high school. They were known for terrorizing the shy straight girls that crossed their path.

Allison laughed, “Fuck that, call her up and get her over here. Why waste the rest of the year”.

“Allie! What your bi now too?

“Hell yeah. What’s the big deal. You told me when you got drunk at Jason’s party last year you fooled around with some girl you didn’t even know.”

“Yeah, but I was drunk and it was a party”

“So you’re saying you don’t think I look hot at all? Allison pulled herself up and looked Stacy in the eye.

“The garters, the see through shirt, you look at this and just see plain little Allie?”

“No, of course I think your hot, I was gonna ask to borrow that skirt actually” Allison laughed and unzipped the skirt, flinging it in Stacy’s direction. Her black lace panties underneath were incredibly small.

“There you go. Of course now I’ll need something in return”. Allie looked Stacy over from head to toe, licking her lips as she went. I’ll take that shirt.

“Like it would fit with a rack like yours.”

Allison grabbed the bottom of her mesh shirt and pulled it over her head. A quick twist at the clasp at the front of her bra had it joining the shirt’s trip to the floor. Now topless, she grabbed at the bottom of Stacy’s shirt.

“Let’s see” Before Stacy could stop her, Allie had pulled the shirt up over Stacy’s head, trapping her arms above her. She glanced down at Stacy’s boobs, and gave one of her erect nipples a quick flick.

“And you said I wasn’t turning you on” With one last yank, Allie pulled the shirt off and started wriggling into it. Getting her head and arms in was easy, but she struggled to get it down past her boobs. After some serious tugging, she managed to get it to cover most of the swell of her breasts, although the cleavage below the shirt was even more noticeable then what was bursting out the top.

“Perfect”, Allie said, rubbing her tits through the shirts thin material, “You can really see my nipples”

Stacy was stunned by the turn of events, as well as topless, and she quickly covered her breasts with her hands.

“What’s gotten in to you Allie?

“Just a little bit of you Stace, a little of your wildness, your sluttiness. Don’t you like it? I know it turns you on. Your nipples could cut glass.

Allison started leaning towards her, straddling Stacy’s legs.

“Now that I’ve got a little bit of you in me, wouldn’t you like a little bit of me… in you?

Allison leaned forward, and gave her best friend a slow kiss on the lips, parting her mouth, and slipping in her tongue. Stacy was frozen, still surprised at the changes that she was witnessing. Allison slowly kissed her, working her tongue in and out of her friend’s mouth. She gently took Stacy’s hands and pulled them away from her breasts. Working kisses down her body, Allie let her tongue travel down to Stacy’s right breast and began to lick and suck. The reaction was swift, Stacy broke out of her daze and grabbed Allie’s hair, pushing her face harder against her tits.

“Mmm, Allie…. Allison cut her off, covering her mouth with her hand. With her other, she began undoing Stacy’s jeans, and soon the girl was completely naked, helped by the fact that she hadn’t worn any panties. Now that there was no longer any clothing to get in the way, Allison continued her journey downward, her tongue finally reaching Stacy’s pussy. She wasted no time, plunging her tongue into Stacy’s slit and sucking on her already engorged clit. Stacy let out a moan, but the hand clamped over her mouth stifled it. As Allison’s tongue thrusted deeper, she began to work the fingers of her other hand into Stacy’s mouth. Stacy sucked with abandon, and Mark wondered what it would be like to have her suck his cock.

The girls continued with this for a few minutes, and soon Stacy was bucking her hips into Allison’s face. Allie suddenly stopped and slid off the bed. Stacy, nearly out of breath, groggily looked over at her friend, “What’s wrong?”

Allison pulled off Stacy’s shirt and unclipped her garters, “Too much on... and not enough”. Slipping off her panties, Stacy got a clear view at Allie’s pierced clit, the silver stud a sharp contrast to her pink flesh. It was only then that she realized that there were piercings all over Allie’s body, her eyebrow, tongue, nipples, and belly button. She started to say something when Allie reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a large double headed dildo with a strap on harness. She quickly inserted the full length of the dildo into her pussy and then tightened the straps. Stacy’s eyes widened.

“Oh Allie… what the fuck happened to you?” Allison smiled and climbed back into bed. She positioned the strap on against Stacy’s cunt and slowly worked it in. Stacy was dripping wet from Allie’s tongue work, and the dildo, despite being nearly as thick as a coke can, met little resistance. Stacy moaned as she was stuffed full of fake plastic cock. Allie grabbed Stacy’s tits with both hands and began to roughly kneed them with her fingers as she pumped the dildo in and out of her best friend. As each stroke brought her deeper into Stacy’s pussy, she would pinch the girl’s nipples, making her cry out and arch her back. Allie picked up the pace, thrusting faster and pinching harder. Stacy cried out as each thrust hit her, and she reached back and grabbed the headboard of the bed, bracing herself so she could push back with her hips. Finally, Stacy could take it no longer and every muscle in her body tightened as she came. Allie continued to fuck her, slowing down as Stacy’s orgasms slowly faded away. Allie pulled out of Stacy’s cunt and unstrapped the dildo. Throwing it to the floor, she got up from the bed and peeked out the door. Stacy noticed almost immediately that there was something pressed against Allison’s ass.

“Allie, do you have a dildo up your ass? Allison glanced over her shoulder, trying to get a look at her butt plug.

“No, a vibrator, why is it sticking out? The butt plug usually keeps it in place.”

“Damn Allie, when did you become such a slut?”

Allison smiled, “You ain’t seen nothing yet. When I get back from my shower, were going to see just how far up my cunt we can get your fist”. With that, Allie flitted out of the room, and a few seconds later, Mark heard the shower start up next door. He watched as Stacy closed her eyes and relaxed on the bed. She seemed to be taking the sudden changes in her friend rather well. Mark hoped she could handle a few other surprises. Gathering his courage, he flung open the closet door and stepped into the room.

“Hi Stacy” Stacy opened her eyes and let out a little shriek. She didn’t bother covering herself; instead she sat up on the bed and eyed the closet he’d been hiding in.

“Enjoy the show Mark?”

“I did. Can’t say I was expecting it. I thought I might just be able to catch you topless or something”

“Neither did I. It seems your sister’s decided to start whoring it up.”

“Al least she has good taste”

Mark let his eyes linger on all the right places as he paid her the complement. He was beginning to gather his power, waiting for the moment when she tried to get him to leave.

“I see you’re a fan too, why don’t you come get a better look?” Mark was surprised, and wondered if her invitation was some kind of trick. Slowly he made his way toward her. Stacy got off the bed and stood next to him, her face an inch away from his.

“Don’t be shy Mark. I would have let you get a better look years ago, but your sister was always such a prude. I mean, half the shit I’ve done I couldn’t even tell her cause of her little holier then thou attitude. But now, I doubt she’d care if I fucked her little brother senseless. Stacy reached out and squeezed Mark’s erection through his pants.

“It’s going to be awfully hard for me to suck this through your jeans.” Mark was quick to get the hint, and stripped down until he was completely naked. Stacy looked him up and down from head to toe.

“Tasty”.

Stacy stepped forward so her body lighty brushed against Mark. She softly gripped his erect cock with her right hand and began to slowly jerk him off.

“Does that feel good Mark?”

“Mmmmhmm”. Stacy inclined her head forward, letting her forehead rest against Marks. She looked Mark in the eyes, making sure she had his complete attention.

“Would you like me to suck it, Mark? Would you like me to put it in my mouth?”

“Yes”

Stacy tightened her grip on Mark’s cock, her strokes now more of a rough jerk.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound so sure.” Mark was having trouble concentrating, the intensity of Stacy’s efforts more then he was used to.

“I’m sure. Suck my cock Stacy…please”

“Well, since you asked so nicely”. Stacy slowly sunk to her knees and took mark in her mouth. She started slowly, sucking on the head of his cock while continuing to jerk him off with her hand. As she started picking up the tempo, she slowly slid her other hand across Mark’s thigh, bringing it to rest on his ass. She squeezed gently at first but then began digging her nails into his skin, drawing blood. Mark could feel the pain, but coupled with the effect her mouth was having it made for an incredible sensation. Stacy removed her other hand from his cock and began deep throating him, taking his full length on each thrust. She was now working her mouth at lightning speed, her throat gurgling with saliva that was now seeping from the corner of her mouth.

“Fuck Stacy… I think I’m gonna cum. Stacy slowed down, and sucked as hard as she could. At the same time, she jammed her index finger as far into Mark’s ass as hard as she could. Mark let out a guttural cry and came with more force then he ever had before. Stacy pushed Mark deep into her moth, so that her nose rested against his pubic hair. Her windpipe completely blocked, she began to feel light headed from the asphyxiation. This coupled with the sensation of each load blasting down her throat caused her to orgasm herself, and she rode the feeling for as long as she could, pulling herself of Mark’s cock just before she blacked out. She stayed kneeling for a moment, until the dizziness passed, and then threw herself onto the bed. Mark collapsed next to her. He looked over at Stacy, “That was amazing”.

Stacy giggled, “What can I say, it’s a talent… I don’t suppose I was your first?”

Mark couldn’t help but laugh. “If only I’d spied on you a week ago, that would have been true. As it is though, you gave the best blow job of all the girls I’ve had”.

“Of all the girls? What turned you into such a stud?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you… I have a certain way with people. I can get them to do things they wouldn’t normally do”

“Like what…. Wait a minute! Is that why your sister is a total slut now?

“Maybe”

“Jesus. I would have never believed it. But your sister… What can you make her do?

“Anything I want”.

“have you done anything to me?”

“Not yet, you seemed pretty willing on your own” Just then, Allison peeked her head into the room. Mark noticed and beckoned her in. She was still naked from head to toe, and glistening a bit from the shower. Mark called her over and had her join them in bed. There was little room for all three of them, so Mark had her sit on his lap. As soon as she felt his limp cock beneath her ass, Allie began grinding herself against it, trying to get him hard.

“Damn Mark, so you fuck your sister now…”

Allison turned to look at Stacy, “Of course he fucks his slutty little sister. Allie needs Mark’s cock in her ass and her pussy. Allie loves to get fucked.”

Stacy’s eyes went wide.

“When she talks dirty it turns her on, I think she only does it with guys at the moment. I’ll have to fix that. The talking in the 3rd person thing is new, she started doing that on her own.”

Allison’s rubbing had finally gotten Mark hard enough, and putting her hand between her legs, she guided his cock into her. Mark relaxed and reclined a bit, letting Allie ride him.

“Mmm… Fuck your little slut, fuck my pussy. Allie needs to get fucked”

Mark enjoyed her for another minute, and then put his hands on her back and leaded her forward until he could see her but plug. He yanked it out, causing her to gasp. He fished around in her ass for a second until he found the cord attached to her vibrator and pulled it out, still humming.

“Mmm… Allie liked having her ass and her pussy stuffed… Please fuck my ass too Mark”

“Relax bitch, him getting there.” Lifting Allison up by the waist, Mark positioned her gaping asshole over his cock and eased her down. With the help of gravity, she sunk down until her ass was pressed against Mark and his full 8 inches was buried inside her.

“Mmm, yeah, fuck my whore ass. Allie likes getting fucked up the ass”

Mark grabbed her by the shoulders and leaned her back, so that her back was pressed up against his chest. Already Allie’s fingers were working her pussy furiously, intensifying her pleasure.

Mark looked over at Stacy who was engrossed in the perversion taking place inches away from her on the bed.

“Ok, time to answer Allie’s question”

Stacy looked surprised, “Hmm, what question?”

“Just how far can you stick your fist up her cunt?”

“Are you serious?”

“I don’t know, what do you think Allie?” Allison moaned softly, “Mmm, yeah baby brother, make her fist my pussy. Allie wants to get fucked in both holes”.

Stacy shook her head in Allie’s direction, “I guess that settles it”. Wriggling lower on the bed, Stacy positioned herself between Allison’s legs. She waited for Mark to slow his thrusts, and then quickly slid two fingers into Allie’s pussy.

“Damn, your wet. This might not be as rough as I thought.” Stacy continued fingering Allie, slowly working in a third and forth finger. Allison moaned, and began bouncing up and down on Mark’s cock, despite his efforts to slow her down.

Stacy encircled Allie’s leg with her arm, “Stay still bitch”. Stacy stopped thrusting with her four fingers and tucked her thumb into her palm. She slowly began pushing against Allie’s cunt, twisting her hand roughly against Allie’s flesh. Allie, grimaced, but thrust her hips towards Stacy’s fist.

“Mmm, c’mon Stacy, do it…” With one last hard thrust the bulk of Stacy’s thumb slipped into Allison’s cunt. Stacy carefully closed her fingers into a fist, and began slowly moving it back and forth. Allison closed her eyes and began moaning louder, letting the motion of her hips be guided by Mark’s cock in her ass and Stacy’s fist in her pussy.

“Oh fuck Stacy, your fist feels so good, my cunt feels so stuffed. Uuuhhh, yeah. Keep fucking my ass Mark. Fuck my little bitch ass as hard as you can”.

Stacy and mark both picked up the pace, and soon Stacy was slamming her fist into Allie’s cunt as hard as she could.

“Yeah, that’s it, bitch, take it”. Stacy was so focused on fucking Allie that she was shocked when she felt a finger slip into her own dripping pussy. She looked back over her shoulder to see Mark’s mom, wearing a French maid outfit. She already had two fingers in Stacy and was using her other hand to finger fuck herself.

“Damn Mark, you did her too, huh”. Stacy was about to say more, but she cut herself short when she felt Mark’s mom slowly work her tongue into her ass.

The three continued their efforts for the next minute. Mark relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of his sister’s ass, while twisting and pulling on her nipple rings. Allie rode Mark as hard as she could given that Stacy’s fist was slamming against her cervix. Stacy continued fisting Allie, but she was now distracted by a tongue shoved up her ass and two fingers buried in her cunt. She had also stopped holding on to Allison’s thigh and was now working her clit with her other hand, determined to cum. A she reached a fever pitch with her own hand, she felt the tongue leave her ass, and was suddenly replaced by his mom’s finger, still dripping wet from her own snatch. Mark’s mom buried it to the last knuckle, twisting her finger as she went, giving Stacy a taste of what she had given Mark. This sudden intense feeling sent Stacy over the edge, and she came wildly. Seeing this was enough to set Mark off, and he cam in his sister’s ass. Allison, conditioned to have this stimulus trigger her most intense orgasms, cam with such an intensity that she began twitching uncontrollably. She screamed, long and loud, before she trailed off into a moan and passed out. Mark’s mom stepped away from the bed and returned to fingering herself as she gazed at the mass of intertwined flesh on the bed. Mark was about to drift off to sleep, when he noticed the time on the clock. His guests would be arriving in twenty minutes, and he was completely unprepared. Shoving his sister off his lap, he got up and headed for the shower. As he passed his mother he nodded at the girls.

“Lick them clean, and ask Stacy if she wouldn’t mind sticking around until tonight, when my business is concluded”

With that, Mark left the room, rushing to prepare himself for the work that was to come.

It was close to an hour later when all of Mark’s guests had arrived. The first, his best friend John, had arrived only a minute after Mark had finished getting dressed. The others had straggled in, and Mark was already a little annoyed that some of them had been late. He had made sure that his family kept themselves hidden, along with Stacy, who had agreed to stay. For the moment they were all just milling about the living room, unsure why Mark had brought them all together.

Mark took this moment to look around the room and assess each of his candidates. John was first his eyes came to, his best friend since 3rd grade. John was small and nerdy, much like Mark, but he made up for it with a fierce intellect, and a strong sense of loyalty. Mark liked the idea that one of his minions would have a loyalty to him that went beyond what his gaze demanded.

His next guest was Paul, someone Mark and John had met last year at a computer show. Paul was 2 years older then Mark, and they had only hung out occasionally. This was a concern for Mark, but Paul’s IT job at Clayton Media, made him the perfect choice for what Mark had planned.

Mark’s final guest, and last to arrive, was his older brother David. Mark and David had never been the closest of siblings, as Dave was more of a jock. Convincing him over the phone to come home had been difficult, eventually Mark had made his father get on the line and demand he show up. Mark had hoped choosing him had been the right decision, but he had little choice given he knew no one else that went to Dave’s college.

“Guys, If I could have your attention.” All three turned to face Mark, and grabbing the opportunity, he focused his gaze on them. Trying to affect 3 people at once was difficult, but Mark went slowly, making sure to hold their focus. He layered commands of loyalty, obedience, and subservience into his speech. He also broke down their resistance to committing acts of perversion, depravity, and violence. Paul and David remained fixed on him the whole time, but he noticed John was wavering, his eyes occasionally breaking contact with Marks. He had read that some individuals had a natural resistance to the gaze, but if that was true, John would be the first.

Now that his basic instructions were complete, Mark decided it was time to explain their roles in what was to come.

“I’d like to welcome you all to a very exclusive group, membership in which is going to give you power beyond your wildest dreams. You are to be my horsemen in the coming apocalypse, living extensions of my will upon this earth. Paul looked confused, “Us, mark?”

“Yes. I understand you are confused as how people as weak and pathetic as yourselves could achieve such a thing. But just as I possess powers beyond that of mortal men, soon so shall you all.” John looked at him and the terror in his eyes was plain to see, “How Mark, what is going to happen to us?”

“While I cannot share my gifts with you, I have found other ways to… empower you. An associate of mine, our fourth and final horsemen, has located some objects of power, with these you will be ready for what is to come. Dave glanced at the others in the room, “There’s another one?

“Yes, we’ll be joining Ilsa in a few minutes. She has the information on our targets current location, and she’ll be joining us when we retrieve it. I believe that’s it for explanations, let’s head out. Dave, we’ll be taking your car.

As the boys headed for the front door, John pulled him aside.

“Mark, I don’t understand, how are you doing this?”

Mark looked at John and could easily see that his commands were not holding. This was a problem. John was his closest friend, and he had begun to feel so alone once he had bound his family to him. But without the control of the gaze, how would John ever go along with his efforts?

“John, I know it’s hard for you to understand right now, but I need you to trust me. I’m different now, I know, but it’s still me, I’m still the same old Mark. Everything will be fine.”

John nodded and the two headed for the door. Mark was unsure if John had believed what he had said, but then again, he wasn’t sure if he believed it either.

Twenty minutes later, the boys pulled up a small shop, located just off main street. The sign above the awning read “Thing’s Bought and Sold”, and a smaller sign in the window announced that the grand opening would be tomorrow. Mark told the boys to stay in the car, and then he hopped out and entered the store. Once they were alone, John was quick to voice his concerns.

“Do you guys think this is ok? Mark doesn’t seem like himself.” The other boys looked at him, clearly confused. Paul was the first to speak.

“Mark is in charge, he knows what’s best. We shouldn’t question his commands. We are the living embodiment of his will upon this earth.”

John looked like he was about argue those facts, but then changed his mind and remained silent. No one spoke for the next few minutes, until Mark exited the shop. With him was a young woman, who looked to be in her early twenties. Her olive complexion and jet black hair was a sharp contrast to the boys, and John thought she must be of some Latin descent. She was wearing a little back dress that showed off a lot of skin and 6 inch black stiletto heels. John couldn’t help but notice that her hair was in a bit of disarray and her lipstick was slightly smeared.

Mark slipped into the passenger seat, and their new guest got into the back seat, openly disgusted at having to sit next to one of the boys.

“Guys, this is Ilsa, she is our last horsemen.” The guys all gave her a wave or said hello, but Ilsa remained silent. She seemed to feel conversing with them to be beneath her.

“She’s a bit of a stuck up bitch, but she has information that is crucial to our efforts, and her loyalty in unquestioned.”

Ilsa seemed taken back at being called a bitch.

“I am sorry, my lord. I do not wish to cause you trouble. I just hope that your horsemen are up for the tasks at hand. There are dark days ahead, and we must not falter in the presence of the adversary.”

John could not help but note that her accent was German, a sharp contrast to her appearance.

“They will do fine, Ilsa. What happened in Morocco will not happen again. Now, what is our destination, I want to finish this tonight.”

“It is a small farmhouse in Derry, about two hours from here. What we seek can be found in a small footlocker located somewhere on the property. We will have to persuade the caretaker and her daughter to locate it for us. The address is 1219 Magnolia Way. Get on to Route 23, and I will guide you from there.

As the car pulled away, John looked out his window at the world passing by. He couldn’t help but wonder if it would ever look the same again.

It was close to 6 hours later when the door to Mark’s house was flung open and he and his friends entered. Mark and Ilsa were the first to enter, followed by Paul and David, who were carrying a small Footlocker between the two of them. David’s shirt was smeared with blood, and Paul’s clothes were noticeably torn and in disarray. A slight bruise was already forming on Ilsa’s cheek. John was no where to be seen. As they made there way to the living room, they were stopped in their tracks by what awaited them in the living room.

Mark’s dad was sitting on the couch, his pants around his ankles. His wife was on her hands and knees blowing him. Allison, wearing a pair of strap on dildo’s, was fucking her mom’s ass and cunt from behind. Stacy, wearing a leather bondage outfit and carrying a whip, was overseeing the whole thing. She would watch for a few seconds before striking out with the whip, alternating between Allison and her mother. The bright red marks covering Allison’s back and ass indicated they had been at it a while. Mark watched for a few seconds, before telling Stacy to stop.

“Take them to the basement Stacy, Ill call for you when were finished up here” Stacy nodded and led her charges downstairs. Once they were gone Mark instructed the boys to drop the chest in the center of the room. The locker itself looked old and worn, including the padlock that currently held it shut. Mark turned to Ilsa.

“Ilsa, can you open that with one of your parlor tricks?” The girl knelt down and looked at the lock. She traced a few symbols over its face, and muttered some strange words the boys didn’t recognize. As the last word was spoken, the lock snapped open. Mark smiled.

“Good to see there’s still a use for petty witchcraft”. Leaning over, he removed the lock and was about to flip open the lid. Ilsa put her hand over his.

“Before we open it, we need to talk about John. He must be dealt with, and if he can not be brought under your control, he must be destroyed and a new horsemen must be found.”

Mark pushed her hand away, “John does not have to be dealt with. If he decides to return here, he can do nothing to stop us. In fact anything he might do to bar our path will only further my agenda.”

“Fine, but what of your fourth horseman? There are four objects in that box and we are now only 3 in number” Mark stopped and thought for a moment before heading to the basement door. Opening it, he called down, “Stacy, come here please.”

Stacy appeared a moment later, a black silk robe covering up her garb from earlier. Mark pulled her towards him and have her a rough kiss on the mouth. Stacy was quick to respond by grabbing Mark’s cock through his pants and giving it a squeeze. As mark broke the kiss, he introduced her to the other three in the room.

“Stacy, these are my associates, or horsemen, as I like to call them. You’ll notice that there are only three of them. John is no longer with us, which leaves me with the difficult task of replacing him. Unless that is, you would like the job.

Mark ignored Ilsa’s angry glare as he looked to Stacy for her answer.

“Fuck yeah, what would I have to do?”

Mark smiled, “Your role would be to bring chaos and debauchery to the Ellsmout High School, it was the role I had originally intended for John.”

Ilsa, who could stand it no longer, interrupted, “My lord, this girl is not even under firm control, she cannot be given such power…”

Ilsa was cut short by the back of Mark’s hand. The blow sent her to the floor and was sure to give her check a matching bruise to the one she had gotten earlier.

“You seem to have forgotten your place, bitch. It was I that saved you from your miserable existence at Aichach. It was I that took you in, despite the fact that you lacked the talent to read the grimoire. Have you forgotten these things? Do you need to be reminded?

Ilsa seemed to shrink before Mark’s fury, her eyes a mix of fear and sadness.

“No my lord, I am sorry, I am only here to serve you, not to question your ways. Please forgive me.”

Mark looked down at her, still angry. “Forgive perhaps, but there will still be punishment. I will not tolerate this from you Ilsa, or anyone else for that matter. But enough for now, we have business to attend to.”

Mark reached down and opened the locker. Inside were four carefully wrapped bundles. Mark reached down, and took the first from inside the chest. He undid the twine, and pulled back the layers of cloth until a small mirror was revealed. About the size of a paperback book, and half as thick, it seemed quite simple, with a silver border of intertwined snakes. He passed it to Stacy, who looked at it with wonder.

“This is a shard of the original scrying glass used by Merlin, although its abilities have been twisted by others of my kind. By focusing on someone and looking into the mirror, you will be able to see their darkest secrets. You will use these secrets to bring them under your control, and to corrupt their souls. Can you do this?”

Stacy smiled a wicked smile, “Hell Yeah”. Mark took the next object from the chest and unwrapped it, revealing a pocket watch on a long chain. The watch looked old and worn, and when Mark opened it, it appeared to be keeping time in reverse. He handed it to Paul.

“This was once mine, long ago. Anyone that looks into the hands of this watch will fall into a trance, and become open to suggestion. You are to use it on those at your company, both perverting there souls and bringing them under your control. Clayton Media’s resources are to be my own, a goal which you shall accomplish.”

Paul nodded and took the watch. Mark retrieved and opened the next object from the chest. A quill pen, incredibly old, but still flawless, emerged. He handed it to Ilsa.

“The very pen used by Faust himself. With it, you can grant the people of this town their darkest desires in exchange for their very souls. I trust you already know my wishes in how this should be used Ilsa.”

Ilsa nodded, and Mark moved on to the last item in the chest. As he removed the wrappings he revealed a slender dagger.

“Ah, one of the many daggers that took the life of Caesar, sadly not the one wielded by Brutus, which still remains lost to us. While the dagger then was quite mundane, it has since been enchanted to feed of the hatred and rage of its use. You, David, will be its bearer. Those around it will become filled with dark emotions. Use their weakness to control them and guide their hand. Your college shall be grounds from which I recruit my armies.”

David smiled a wicked smile and took the blade from Mark. Each of his horsemen had now been armed with the most powerful weapons he could have given them.

“You have all the power I can bestow upon you. David, Paul, and Ilsa, go forth and bring chaos and perversion to this town. Our work has begun”.

As they made their way out, Mark turned to Stacy, who was studying her mirror intently. He pulled open her robe and gazed at the leather clad body underneath.

“Let’s head downstairs, shall we”. The two made their way to the basement, which had undergone many improvements in the past few days. What once held a few exercise machines and an old couch was now filled with a variety of bondage devices Mark’s dad had purchased. At the moment his mother was stretched over the iron frame of what looked to be a rack, her body stretched to its limit. Both she and her husband appeared to take pleasure in the hot wax that he was in the process of being dripped onto her body. Allison has her hands bound and was suspended from the ceiling by her manacles. Her knees forced open by a spreader bar, an enema tube was running into her ass, and a vibrator that looked to be the size of a Pringles can was stuffed up her cunt. Her mouth was forced open by a ball gag that let her do little more then drool. Mark admired the scene before him before turning to Stacy.

“They seem to be enjoying their suffering”

Stacy reached out and violently twisted one of Allie’s nipple rings. Allie screamed, but the ball gag reduced to a moan.

“This is only the beginning”, Stacy said, as she reached down and undid his pants. As she fell to her knees and took Mark’s cock in her mouth, he couldn’t help but think, “You have no idea what this is even the beginning of, you little bitch. This is will be the end of you all”.