The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

XXI.

Miranda shook her head. She had a tremendous headache and she couldn’t remember how she had gotten it. She gradually became aware that she was nude and bound in a hogtie. She was laying on her stomach. She could feel the ropes at her elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles. Her wrists were tied to her ankles and another rope held her arms to her body, resting just below her breasts. A cloth gag was quieted her groans.

A moan drew her attention to her right. Erica stood next to her, or more accurately, hung next to her. She was also naked, also bound at the ankles, knees, elbows, and wrists. In her case, a rope ran from her bound wrist to the chandelier above. Her head hung down, obscuring her face, but Miranda was fairly certain that she was gagged with a cloth as well.

With an effort Miranda raised her head and saw her mother and Amanda. Little surprise, they were both nude as well. They weren’t tied, but handcuffed and shackled to chairs. Miranda thought that she saw ropes running around their abdomens, tying to the back of the chairs. Of course, they were both gagged as well.

Something was wrong, very wrong, but she was too confused to figure out what it was. <Ok,> she thought to herself, <if I can’t figure out what just happened, let’s go to the start of the day and work from there.>

A warm, tingling sensation was spreading through Miranda. She blinked awake. She tried to sit up, but she couldn’t. She looked down and found her mother buried in her pussy. Asmorth stood behind Janet, thrust into her ass. Her mother’s eyes surfaced just long enough for Janet to see the shame in them. Then the climax swept over her.

Weakly Miranda got off her bed and took a shower. She dressed quickly in a short skirt, a thin blouse, and ankle boots. She got her backpack off her door handle and went down to breakfast. A bowl of cereal and a slice of melon later she was headed out the door. With Asmorth’s amulet resting between her breasts.

On her way to the bus stop a car pulled up beside her. “Hey, good looking,” called a voice from the car.

Miranda leaned into the passenger window, giving Carter an perfect look down her shirt. He was the star of the school’s track and field team standing six foot tall with strong, powerful legs, and athletic chest. He kept his black hair cut short, and his hazel eyes gazed at her appreciatively. Miranda didn’t need Asmorth to tell her what was on his mind. She wasn’t quite the school slut, but she was known to be adventurous.

“Need a ride to school?", he asked.

She replied with a smile, “You offering?”

“I thought I just did.”

Miranda opened the door and sat down. After she buckled up, Carter roared off to school.

“I bet that leather seat would feel great on you naked ass,” Carter observed with a knowing grin

With a grin of her own Miranda pulled her skirt out from under her. Then she sensed Asmorth guide her hand under the seatbelt. When they were at her sides she felt the seatbelt tighten, holding her in place. Carter continued driving, but his free hand crept over her leg and began to burrow between her legs. Miranda spread her legs apart for him and her began fingering her. He continued manipulating her pussy all the way to school, causing her to climax three times.

When he pulled into the school parking lot he got out of the car, came around to her door and mock-glared at her. Opening her door her said, “Look at the mess you’ve made on my seat.”

He undid her seatbelt and pulled her out of the car. “You are going to clean all that up.”

He grabbed her by the neck and forced her face into the seat. “Start licking,” he ordered as he undid his belt. She felt his dick at the entrance to her ass and then he was inside. He raped into her ass while he held her face in the seat and she licked her cum off the seat. Carter pumped his seed into her as she finished.

Pulling her to her feet by her hair he said, “Have a good day at school.”

XXII.

Debbie groaned again. Suddenly Miranda realized what was wrong. Asmorth rarely used rope, and never used handcuffs. What’s more, he would never leave four of his toys laying around bound and gag. She began struggling within her bindings. If Asmorth hadn’t tied them, then someone else had. Someone who had done something to him. She returned to following her day, looking for the answer.

Miranda had a typical day at school. Typical for when Asmorth was with her. Through out the day she was fondled and caressed, often by people who were passing her in the hallway. With Asmorth’s help, this kept her in a state of sexual arousal until Miss Fortworth’s class. They were in lab so she was working with her lab partner Erica Stratton. Erica only stood about four foot ten. She kept her red hair cut short, just above her shoulders. Her black eyes were filled with life and lite up her small face. Asmorth show Miranda Erica’s small, but pert breasts under her sweater.

Miranda found herself constantly distracted by Erica’s body during lab experiment. She was sure that Asmorth had something in mind. This was different from his normal playing, he had never interfered with her school work before. After three times, the experiment still didn’t work. Miss Fortworth asked them to stay behind to explain why they were having some much trouble. When Miranda saw the gleam in her teacher’s eye, she guessed what was about to happen.

“Well, Miss Stennis, I see you are causing trouble again. And you Miss Stratton, I’m surprised.”

“It’s not our fault, Miss Fortworth,” Erica replied.

“Then who’s fault is it? This is a simple procedure. I’m simply going to have to fail you both on today’s assignment.”

“Fail us,” whined Erica. “Can’t we do something else?”

“I don’t know,” Brandy Fortworth answered in a sly tone. “Someone is responsible for after all. Perhaps the guilty party should be punished.”

Erica’s eyes sparkled as they turned on Miranda. “She kept messing things up. If anyone should be punished it should be her.”

“True,” Brandy observed, “very true. And I think you should get a reward. She has been burdening you.”

Erica looked at her in surprise, “Miss Fortworth . . . I . . .”

“Or you can both be punished,” Brandy concluded ominously.

Erica swallowed. “What should I do then?”

“Lay down on the desk, hike up your skirt, take off your panties and spread your legs. I’ve heard Miss Stennis here is quite a cunt lapper.

“You,” she commanded Miranda,” strip and get over here.”

Wet with excitement Miranda practically tore off her clothes. Then she knelt between her friend’s legs and started to lick. Brandy came up behind her.

“That’s her rewards, but we still have to take care of your punishment.”

Grabbing Miranda’s crotch and using her other hand to hold Miranda’s face between Erica’s legs, Brandy jerked Miranda to her feet. Miranda could only moan into Erica’s pussy.

“Stay,” Brandy commanded as she went to her desk. “I picked something up for you after our last encounter.”

Miranda felt the dildo settle at the entrance of her pussy.

Brandy asked, Ready, little girl?”

Before Miranda could respond the teacher plunged into her, tearing a scream from her. Only Asmorth’s influence kept her from bolting upright. The dildo was huge, larger than anything else she had ever taken. Brandy reached around with one hand to pinch and pull on a nipple, using her other hand to hold Miranda’s face where it was. She fucked back and forth ruthlessly. Then she felt Brandy’s weight on he back, the teacher gasping in her ear. Asmorth sent her a picture of what was happening. Brandy was nude, being held down by the demon while her raped her ass. Each savage thrust of his hips jammed Brandy into Miranda’s pussy, driving her face into Erica’s crotch. It took little time for all four to climax.

XXIII.

Miranda worked her way free of the ropes and stretched her aching muscles. She found the other three women unconscious and left them as they were. She sensed something in the house, something drawing her closer. As she crept through her own house she continued to replay the day.

Miss Fortworth was more than willing to give Miranda and Amanda a lift to her mother’s office. Once there the two rode the elevator to Janet’s floor. They walked down the hallway hand in hand. Of course, no one realized that they couldn’t pull their hands apart thanks to Asmorth. He was also caressing the breasts, pinching and tweaking their nipples. Miranda didn’t have to ask where her mother was, Asmorth lead her right into the conference room where Janet was negotiating with an arab client. Everyone looked up as they walked in.

“What are you doing here, Miranda?", her mother asked.

“I just thought I could show Amanda where you work, Mom.”

“This is your daughter?", one of the men asked. He was tall, with dark skin and sharp features. Cold gray eyes survey her like a piece of meat, or a prized animal. His friend was examining Amanda just as intently.

Janet answer with apparent calm, “Yes this is, Mr. Batuk. This is Miranda and a friend of hers from school.”

The other man remarked, “Perhaps they should stay. See how you negotiate.”

Miranda could sense Asmorth manipulating they whole scene. She could feel him directing her and Amanda to stand behind the men, then next to them. Janet’s eyes flashed when the men put their arms around the girls. The conference continued, the men’s hands roaming over their bodies the whole time.

Mr. Batuk pushed his chair back from the table before saying, “I thing we need a break.” His eyes wandered over Miranda’s body once, before he pulled her down to her knees. One hand opened his zipper, the other pulling her head into his crotch. Once he had her sucking on him he left one hand on the back of her head, while the other slipped under her shirt to play with her tit. Out of the corner of her eye, Miranda could see Amanda servicing the other man.

“Prepare yourself,” Batuk ordered.

After bobbing Miranda’s head a couple of more times he pulled her off of him and almost throw her to the side. She looked around to find her mother laying on the conference table, Asmorth holding her legs open. Next to her Amanda was laying on with her arms braced on the table. Her shirt was hanging open and her legs spread wide.

Batuk plunged his dick into Janet’s waiting pussy. Grabbing her tits he pulled her closer, plunging deeper into her. His companion mounted Amanda, driving so hard into her that she actually screamed. Out. He forced her head down on to the table, pinning her down. After a couple of minutes Batuk turned to the two girls with an evil gleam in his eye.

“Get on the table,” he commanded. “Show us what two girls can do for each other.”

Miranda climbed right up on the table, though she could see that Erica had to be directed by Asmorth. Miranda laid back on the table in front of the men, opening her blouse and hiking up her skirt. Erica climbed on top with her pussy over Miranda’s face and her mouth hovering above the other girls pussy. Pushing her friends skirt out of the way she began to lick around the edges, then began to work her way into Erica. Erica was more tentative in her ministrations, going far slower. Miranda was so wet already though that it didn’t even matter. Using one hand to open Erica up, Miranda used her other to play with the tits above her.

With a grunt Batuk stepped back. Using Janet’s clothing to clean himself, her put his dick back in his pants and sat back down. The other man finished shortly afterward and sat down beside him.

“Let’s get back to the negotiations,” he said as Janet and Amanda sat back in their own chairs.”

“Of course,” Janet replied, “I’ll just send my daughter . . .”

“No. I like them there. They will continue until we finish.

XXIV.

Miranda continued to creep through the house. Somewhere ahead she heard chanting, mixed with a low key conversation. As she inched closer show saw a faint glow coning from the living room. The glow was familiar and she searched through her memories again.

After the deal was signed Janet toke the rest of the day off. The contract was more than big enough that no one complained. There was no conversation as Asmorth guided all four of them to Janet’s car in the garage. Janet was in the driver’s seat while Miranda, Amanda, and Erica were in the back seat. Amanda was in the middle, with her legs held open by Miranda’s and Erica’s legs, and her arms pinned behind them. The two girls were each latched onto a tit and dueling as they both finger fucked Amanda vigorously. The woman could do nothing but moan under the assault. From the quiet moans that escaped Janet, Miranda guessed that Asmorth was feeding her the sensations bombarding Amanda.

Finally the foursome reached home. Only Asmorth’s control got Amanda into the house. He was sitting in the living room waiting for them. Once the four of them were in the room, their clothing burst into flames and vanished. Amanda collapsed were she was as the demon released her. Erica walked towards Asmorth in jerky steps. Miranda laid back on the couch as her mother settled between her legs.

“I think it is time you thanked your daughter properly, little one,” Asmorth commented. “After all, she did close the deal for you.”

Miranda grinned as her mother began licking her. Asmorth had increased her sensitivity and her mother’s first touch pushed her right over the edge. Through the climax induced haze she saw Asmorth pull Erica down between his legs. From her friends jerky movements Miranda thought that her demon master was giving her friend just enough control to fight him, but not enough escape him. Asmorth forced his dick into her mouth. In just a couple of strokes Miranda could see Erica’s neck bulging each time Asmorth raped her throat. Asmorth used both hands to force Erica to suck him. When the demon came it the force pushed Erica back and Asmorth spurted all over her face.

Erica fell to the floor as Asmorth stood up. He jerked Janet up by her hair, lifting her off her feet for a moment, before he dropped her down on all fours. Dazed, Miranda looked back up at him. Grabbing her tit her pulled her to her feet.

“Your turn,” he said holding a strap on out to her.

With a wicked grin she pulled it on and fell onto her mother. Janet grunted as Miranda shoved the plastic dick deep into her mother’s pussy. On impulse Miranda grabbed her mother’s hair, yanking her back.

Asmorth watched them for a time, then went to Amanda. He pulled her to her feet and forced her arms behind her. Holding her wrist together he lifted her arms up, forcing her to bend over. A length of rope came down from the ceiling. In no time he had the woman bound and was just preparing to enter her when the door flew open. A dark haired woman stepped through and held up a medallion. There was a flash of light and everything went dark.

Miranda peeked around the corner. The furniture had all been moved to one side. In the center of the room was a pentagram. In the middle of that stood Asmorth. Miranda’s heart caught in her throat. Her master looked thin and weak, and getting worse as she watch, as if the very life was running out of him. Miranda could only see the back of the intruder, but she was sure it was the woman that had broken in.

“I could bring you much pleasure,” Asmorth said weakly.

The woman shook her head. “You will not corrupt me, vile one. We may have lost you amulet, but we continued the research on how to banish you.”

Asmorth tried to grin at her, “I f you are sending back to the dark realm you could at least give me one more. Think about it. No one will every know. Just one quick coupling, you have never felt such ecstacy.”

“No, Demon. I won’t let you touch me.”

“Then bring me one of my pets. Let me enjoy them one more time.”

Judith shook her head at him. “You must think me a fool, Demon. Only this pentagram prevents you from reaching them. Without their power to sustain you, you can’t resist the incantation.”

Spurred to action, Miranda came around the corner at a run, tackling the woman from behind. Judith cried out as the force of the blow tossed her into the demons grasp. No sooner had she broken the pentagram than he eyes became large and round. Her mouth hung open, and her gaze became vacant. Miranda was surprised to discover that she could actually feel the pleasure Asmorth was forcing into the woman. Could feel the woman torn between unbearable pain and unendurable pleasure. Could feel Asmorth holding her at the edge.

Then she gasped as she felt pleasure course through her own body. She looked up at her master. “Who is she, M’lord?”

Asmorth looked at her, searching her. “You may call me Asmorth my Dear One. AS for this thing. She’s a member of the Order.”

“The Order, Mas . . .Asmorth?”

“An ancient group of humans who object to the presence of demons on this plane.”

“You’ve met them before,” she replied.

“Yes I have,” he confirmed as he swept her up into his arms. “Let me tell you about the encounter while I deal with you more directly.”

XXV.

Duchess Lyonia continued to struggle, even knowing how useless it was. Next to her walked her ladies-in-waiting. The Duchess already knew why the demon had made bring along the six guardsmen. She could guess what was to come when they arrived at her suites. The demon had done it to her many times.

Once they got to the royal rooms the guard underwent a rapid change. They were no longer guarding a noble lady and her women, they were at a tavern, with simple tavern wenches. The men became drunk and clawed at the women. Stripping them of their fine gowns. Once they had the women nude the pawed and clawed at them. Mauling their breasts, pinching their flesh, forcing their hands deep within the women’s bodies.

Then the ladies-in waiting were forced down on all fours. Two men took each woman, one down her troat, the other raping her pussy. Lyonia was forced to stand there and watch as the women were take roughly in front of her. Part of her wanted to weep for them, while another part of her longed to join them.

A clanking sound heralded the arrival of manacles, dropping from the ceiling. The two remaining men soon had her bound, her arms stretched above her. Her legs were stretched open by the bindings that appeared on the floor. Once she was secured the chains pulled tight, stretching her. The men needed no further encouragement. Lyonia cried out as two massive pricks rammed into her at one time. In an instant she was overcome with a climax. Even when she came down, she still felt charged with sexual energy.

Then the men finished, leaving the women were the lay. Then Asmorth materialized. The women were flung against the wall were they hung limply. Asmorth used his power to lift her up. Her caressed her breast as she drooped before him. He flicked her nipples before running his tongue over them. Then he stepped forward, covering her lips with his. His tongue snaking into her mouth, then down her throat. Pulling her legs up, her slowly penetrated her, pulling her crotch to his. Then he began to move in and out of her, with a steadily increasing pace. The Duchess began to moan as her excitement began to build. Asmorth manipulated her, holding her on the very edge of climax. By the time Asmorth came in her, allowing her her own pleasure, the woman was delirious.

Asmorth had stepped back to survey his work when the door smashed open.

Three men entered the room. Asmorth cast his powers against them only to see it slide off uselessly. The men circled him cautiously.

“Who are you?", he demanded.

One man responded, “We are from the Order. We are here to destroy you.”

“You may find that harder to do than you think.”

“Not as difficult as you may think. We will bind you to the amulet. In time we will learn how to banish you.”

Asmorth turned to flee, but it was too late. He was circled and the men began their chanting. Asmorth he exhausted himself with the women already, and had too little left to fight free. The medallion pulled him in and holy magic sealed him in. Cutoff, the demon slept.