The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

If the bar that Elan found herself in in Idros could be said to be the height of class and modernity, the bar the assassin known in this part of the world as Wyrnn was the opposite. It was a dead end in the small town and usually attracted those at the dead end of their lives, whether it be physically or emotionally. Broken bodies and broken lives made their way here to wile away what was left of their time, whether it be drinking to forget, tell stories of past glories, or to seek some solace with those as broken as they were.

The interior reflected that with a weathered bar, mismatched furniture and a floor that creaked as though a misstep would send one rapidly to the cellar, and it smelled to her as though the owners used the cleaning solvents to cover over the old of the place and the sickness of the patrons in a way that she could only describe as ‘almost’ successful. Almost every place she had been that was like this was exactly like this. It reassured her when it came to the predictability of human nature and it reassured her that there would always be places where she could conduct her business. Places like this were such that you could be completely alone in a crowded room. Most were wrapped up in whatever brought them here and didn’t care for much else. Sometimes she had to avoid amorous overtures, but it at least rarely turned physical.

She entered through the back way, measuring her steps to remain in the embrace of shadows as much as possible. It was quiet, but she expected that, as the establishment was closed for those scant few hours between dawn and late morning that the employees had to clean and make ready for the next wave of the walking dead. She crept, seemingly knowing where to step and how to keep those steps soundless.

Creeping through the storeroom and peeking through the spaces between the slats of the door she caught sight of Lian, though she had hoped to not see him for a good clip longer if ever again. He sat at the table with a shot of yellow liquid and the bottle with it, seemingly happy to wile away the time. He always seemed to know when she was near though he looked around the bar casually as though he had yet to sense her.

They had an excellent working relationship. She paid well, while he tended her wounds and occasionally helped her line up work. The botched attempt on Evaline still gnawed at her for many reasons. She had been thwarted by timing and a child’s move that there was no reason to expect royalty to know. That the woman still lived was the final insult to her reputation.

Mareth had called off the contract after berating her for her failure, so she didn’t see payment beyond the initial outlay that had to go to helping her lay low for a time and distance herself from Erette. She had contemplated finishing the job on principle, knowing no one could stop her a second time, but had decided against it, at least for now as she rarely let emotion cloud her judgment and right now the thought had a feeling of rashness that came with it. Rashness led to mistakes. Let normal find both her and the queen for a time and perhaps she would visit Evaline again to finish what was started.

For now though, that Lian had trekked to find her as he had was a bad omen, but that he had done meant he had news. The knob turned with a click and the door announced her. He gave her that usual disarming smile that she knew probably got many a maiden to part her knees. “I wondered how long you were just going to stare at me through the door.”

“Just making sure you were alone. You weren’t followed?”

She annoyed him. “Don’t be stupid. It’s not as if we’ve never done this before or that you’re the only one I meet away from prying eyes.”

Relax, mage. It’s just a long way for you to come for no good reason.” She put herself in the seat opposite him before looking for clues in his face, “So what’s the good reason?”

Worry piggybacked onto his voice. “They traced the channels you came through and they might be getting close to finding you.”

She sighed it out. “And Wrynn isn’t my name, and this isn’t the first time I’ve slipped away. But even if they did find something, we’re not exactly in territory friendly to Erette.”

He finished his shot and put the heavy glass down with a touch of harshness. “Ordinarily that might matter, but these are not ordinary times. The queen was almost murdered and, in response to Mareth’s involvement in it, not to mention his open challenge to her that he botched so miserably, he’s dead and all the Draleth Court can hope for is that she’s satisfied with the half of the kingdom she said she’d accept rather than all of it, their heads included.”

“As you might expect, an army on the rampage spoiling for a fight makes everyone nervous. Others may not be on the best of terms with Evaline, but helping to find you and turning you over in return for favors would be fine, or just not wanting it to get out that you might be in their lands so that Erette comes to swallow them whole looking for you.”

“They’re still that pissed?”

“General Jaye took Mareth’s head and I hear she’s still smiling about it. Now that they have something like a trail to scent they won’t quit. All I really know is that I’m worried for you and I’m worried about how far they will go to get you. Jaye would have your head before you could get back there to be hanged.”

Her eyes narrowed, “Any special reason you care so much?”

“Goddess.” He rolled his eyes. “We’ve had a decent relationship, you and I. I’ve patched you up and made introductions without a question and you’ve paid well with gold or barter, and we’ve treated each other fairly.” He grinned wickedly, “Then there was that night of the ale binge that you showed me how flexible you were.”

She winced and huffed, contemplating a shot or two herself to wash away the memories. For the hundredth time,“that was a mistake.”

He shrugged. “So you keep saying. Fine. But it was a great night, so maybe this is a thank you for that. Call it whatever you want, but I’m just here to try and warn you.”

His face was inscrutable enough so she couldn’t tell if she had wounded his feelings. If she had, she carefully removed the hostility from her next words while she tapped her nails to the table.“It’s not as if I haven’t thought about all of this already. If you honestly think it’s going to stay this bad for that long, I can hop an explorer and be on the way to nothing on the map in two days, then Jaye can chase her tail or decide if she actually wants to waste her navy looking for me, assuming she figures it out.”

Reflecting her kinder tone, “I’ve been thinking about this a lot, too, and I think I have an out for you that doesn’t require you dashing off to parts unknown forever.”

She admitted to herself that it intrigued her, so she leaned in slightly, “What?”

“I can help you become someone else.”

She shook her head with a knowing grin. “Lian, honey. I can become someone else in an hour. I don’t need you for that. I’ve been so many someone elses I barely remember the name my mother gave me.”

“It can be done. We can provide evidence that the matter was taken care of so no one will be looking and...”

She stiffened, body ready to attack or bolt, her senses keen for signs of anyone else, “We? Who in the depths are ‘we?’ The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and that was the last nudge to act that she required. “Fuck this.” She was up from the chair in the blink of an eye. “Never contact me again.”

His hand was wrapped around her wrist just as quickly. “This is for the best. I promise. No one will hurt you.”

She would have hurt him in response. She would have put her fist to his throat and perhaps ripped it out for him, but she could make her muscles do nothing. She could breathe and blink and speak, but otherwise, her mind’s will could not become reality. Wrynn loathed the sensation. She could not bring herself to think ‘terrified’ though it did feel like that. Wrynn didn’t succumb to fear. It was an enemy to be overcome, though she admitted in the privacy of her mind that it was a pretty powerful enemy at the moment.

“Let me go.” It carried a bit more of the cadence of a plea to it than she was hoping for, but it was still angry enough.

“Soon.”

A hand pushed her down into the table. It was feminine, but strong, perhaps in some ways not unlike herself. Unable to do more than be posed as her attacker wanted her to be she listened as her tunic was ripped from her back, exposing the smooth, muscled flesh. She tried once again to struggle, but, once again, succeeded in accomplishing nothing. She heard the woman begin to murmur using what Wrynn only knew to herself as mage words as two fingers from each hand drew on her back in exceedingly intricate patterns. “Stop this. Stop what you’re doing. Do you hear me? Stop, or by the Goddess, I’ll kill you when I’m out of here.”

Lian did his best to console her. “It’s better this way. No one will be chasing you and you can be helpful to others, truly helpful. And Mistress might have need of some of your talents one day.”

Her back started feeling prickly, as though the muscles were limbs that had been slept on. “Mistress? You bastard. You sold me out,” she hissed as the fingers on her back drew their symbols and the voice sang. “To her? Why? You hate her.” She raised her voice so the one behind her could well hear. Maybe it’d break her concentration “He hates you, you know. That’s how we met. He’d hoped to hire me to kill you. We’d settled on a different relationship when he realized he couldn’t afford me for that.”

It dawned on her why the two of them were probably together here and now and she was afraid again because she hadn’t seen a clue in the time she’d been feet from him. “She got to you.”

“She did what she had to,” Lian affirmed. With some amusement, he continued. “Ironically, I sort of did it to myself, but she was right to do it. I overstepped and that was wrong. I was immature and a threat to her and my guild. Someday it was going to be a matter of her or me, she just acted first. It’s for the best.” he looked upon her as she worked...so beautiful and so skilled. He prayed to be truly worthy of her affection one day.

Wrynn recoiled as much as she was able, which was only really to scrunch her eyes shut and gag as two fingers slid under her nose, leaving the unmistakable tells of feminine wetness in their wake.

“Done,” Bryana said in the first word uttered that Wrynn understood. She had moved away from Wrynn and there was rustling beyond, but she was still unable to move. Her back still tingled, but now a warmth spread through in patterns. She could almost feel fingers against her skin as though she marked her body still. Her sleeves kept her muted green tunic to her body.

The instant he released her she stood straight, eyeing the doorway and the table and mage between it. She’d planned her response in her mind. Wrynn would jump the table, jump again, using the momentum to hook her arm against his jaw and use that momentum again to snap his neck. He saw the hostility in her eyes and literally stepped away from it.

When he saw how her eyes still didn’t leave him, he held his hands up, giving her a straight run to the entryway. From there, into the darkness that had always been a friend to her, and then gone. She regretted saying as much about her possible plans as she had, though the sea was still a solid route of escape, she’d just have to change her means of getting there.

She did not lie when she said she could be someone else in an hour. She suspected the spell placed upon her would allow them to track her, but he was hardly the only mage she knew. The spell could be undone, she was sure, she just had to stay ahead of them just long enough. Wrynn moved quickly. Freedom was at hand. She could see it. She could smell the night air and feel the breeze touch her face when the wind gusted.

“Stop and listen.”

As if she were a marionette on strings she simply stopped moving. The fingers were still on her back, and, even though she wasn’t restrained as before, she was asked to stop and listen, so she listened intently to the mage’s words.

“The queen is a good woman, and arguably the best leader of Erette in generations. There would have been much suffering without her. I accept that that you did not care. I accept that it was just a job. I accept that because I was like you once. It was just a job for me, too...almost no matter what I was asked to do. As long as the price was paid, all was well. I do not know you or know what you’ve done, but if your history is anything like mine, you have done things that would terrify any random person on the street that you started sharing your stories with.”

“But, I can make use of someone with your skills. As an assassin if need be, but also as eyes and ears for the guilds and perhaps the queen you tried to kill, even though, for obvious reasons, you’ll probably never see her again.”

Her bitterness and dread were apparent as she turned.“And you’re going to...change me.” She had to consciously close her mouth to change the look of shock at the sight that filled her vision. In a chair between two tables sat Bryana, black tunic under a lavender jacket that set off her long, silky blonde hair and eyes that projected power all on their own. Beyond that there was nothing but her body on display, long legs spread, high-arched feet planted firmly on the floor, guild markings and runes in patterns on both legs.

Wrynn inhaled and the scent of that pussy invaded her brain. The fingers were still on her back, and, once her brain filled with Bryana’s cunt she felt the thoughts and sensations ooze down her spine like pouring honey until they reached her belly. Her mouth dropped open for a moment as she felt herself fill and that sweet honey began to drool from her pussy in a near torrent. She only liked women when the job called for it and faked it with the best of whores. She never before wanted. But she wanted now.

She wanted to leave, too. She knew she could try as long as Bryana wasn’t speaking, so there was nothing that demanded to be listened to. But if she left she would leave that pussy and she couldn’t make herself do that. either The worst part for her is that Bryana could see the war being waged within her and was amused by it.

Bryana asked shyly, “Do you want to want me?”

“No. Please make it stop.”

“Do you want me?”

She didn’t answer in words. Wrynn whined and stripped herself of her torn tunic, pants and boots, leaving herself nude. The dark pink nipples on her teardrop breasts that could fill a hand nicely stood proud in the air and the subtle shadows made by the lamp lights made her even more alluring.

Bryana liked the look of her. “It seems that your body does. What’s your true name?”

No one knew it. It was something that had belonged to her alone since she left her family that, in some ways, literally a thousand lifetimes ago. To give it aloud to another stripped her bare, yet the sight of the mage awaiting her and the promise of bliss between her legs shredded her will. She fought for all the precious seconds she could and then managed a few more before she gave in. “Imir. Imir Ageko.”

“Come to me, Imir Ageko.”

It was an absolute command and the fingers at her back pushed Imir forward. “How can you do this, mage? How is this different from anything you’ve done before? How does making me a...slave...mean you’re better than me or who you were before?” There was a rush of self-loathing as her body undeniably liked the sound of slavery. “Really need to get me...sucking your cunt to steal me from me?”

Reaching up to touch her shoulder, it only took the lightest of downward pressure to bring Ageko to her knees.

Bryana’s nails gently raked that thick dark hair. “No. But it is helpful, Imir. Clouding your mind makes it much easier to shape. And if I can have some fun, too, so much the better. Ask Lian, as he rather enthusiastically enjoyed his downfall, didn’t you, young man?”

His eyes glittered in want of his Goddess on earth as he remembered, “Yes, Mistress.”

“And you will enjoy Mistress again.” She looked down at Imir, watching carefully. Inches from Bryana’s mound the ensnared held her breath for as long as she could, her belly flexing as it fought her will. When she finally had no choice but to succumb to her need for air, her eyelids fluttered as her mind embraced the narcotic that was her soon-to-be Mistress

Bryana waited until lucidity returned to Imir’s eyes after the rush before she continued. “The difference between then and now is purpose and balance. My deeds furthered my own ends, no doubt as yours have. Wealth and power were all that mattered. Broadening of perspective...as was done to me, against my will initially, I admit, has given me greater understanding.”

“Yes, it’s an evil to take you from you to make you mine. But you will have pleasure and a purpose greater than now. And, without my intervention, you would no doubt only simply spread pain with thought only to yourself. It benefits the world to take you.”

“So, it’s an evil, yes, but it’s one we will both be able to live with in the end. Eat.” She pushed Imir’s face between her legs and held it while the other squirmed more than struggled as Bryana’s essence filled her senses. Imir put both hands on Byana’s knees and there was a pause that had the mage wondering if she was going to push herself free.

But the answer to that came when both hands went from her knees to meander tantalizingly up her thighs, nails raking briefly here and there to tease. Several long, slow, deep breaths later and her tongue darted outward to collect the true honey to be had in the mage’s wet.

The scent of her soothed Imir. It was peaceful here to just lick. It was simple, almost reflexive, and it felt good to let go. And Bryana’s nectar? It was sublime sweetness that seemed to warm every inch of her. The invisible fingers still on her body were massaging her clit even as they still marked her.

She hummed in lust, her mouth full of pussy, feeling the real fingers still running through her hair. She’s petting me. I’m her pet. Goddess, never stop petting me.

She came so hard she was completely paralyzed, realizing that those fingers that still raked through her hair were now raking through her brain.

Her world became nothing but blinding white.

Neral Jaye was settled. Bryana was taking care of the largest remaining loose end and would be home once that was done. Evaline trusted Neral when she told her that her connections would end the Wrynn problem without saying exactly how. She assumed that meant dead, but she decided that in a hole somewhere forever would be fine, too. She was healed, Erette was safe, Mareth had paid the toll for his treachery, and Court was thrilled to see a sizable expansion of the kingdom, so she decided she could afford some generosity, even to her assassin. Expansion was the matter that that Evaline and Neral were discussing as they were ensconced within the latter’s private study preparing to play yet another game of Strata.

The game reached up like an upside down pyramid with a silver border upon which the tokens moved forward or back according to rolls of six hex dice that dictated which pieces could move and how far. Reach the end of the path and the player took their tokens to the checkered board in the center. One last roll of a numbered die dictated how many moves each had to use. One took the tokens they had, made their most strategic moves within the constraints of the roll and the rules governing how the pieces could move in order to knock an opponent’s pieces from the game. If any of the dozen small tokens survived, they moved to the next tier, onward and upward until whomever had the most pieces after the last moves on the highest tier won.

“Court wouldn’t have minded had you taken it all,” Neral said, fireplace roaring behind her and wall-lined books standing guard as she set her pieces.

“A few are still in a snit, but they can complain to the mirror because she whose decision that it was has decided. If I had crushed them, the Court of Draleth and its new ruler doesn’t get to look upon the land they lost every day of their collective lives.”

“Speaking of which, given your exemplary service of late, I should like you, at your earliest convenience, to tour the new lands we have acquired. You need to pick an estate.”

Neral shook her head. “Majesty...”

She was just as firm. “I insist. I watched you earn at least that, and I will see you have it.”

Evaline was in queen mode and that was that. “All right, Majesty.”

“Damn right.” She smiled warmly. “If nothing else you could use it for your shoes.”

There was a tiny knock at the door and Evaline smiled broadly as Neral imagined what was going on behind it. She sang, “Who is it?“

“Me.” said a sure and certain little voice.

“Who is ‘me’? I’m quite sure I’m me and I’m in here.”

“It’s me.

“I can see your heart melt, Bootsie.”

“Hush. Come in.”

Khylen bolted in, wearing her white sleeping gown with Deres coming in behind with a smile of his own. “She insisted on saying goodnight.”

Khylen had been clingy for a time since Neral had returned and her mother understood. Her life had been upended and uncertain and she needed to anchor herself once again. And, to be honest, Neral welcomed it and needed to do the same. She reached down to those little outstretched arms and scooped her up. The hug was fierce as was her kiss on the cheek. “Good night,” Neral told her.

“Good night, Mother.” She eyed her critically, not quite ready to let go. “Still a regular day tomorrow?”

“I expect so.”

“It will be so,” Evaline assured her. “I will send her home for dinner, if I have to send her home myself.”

The young mistress of the house approved. “Thank you, Majesty.”

“Are you going to get a story?”

“She most certainly is.” The general could tell that Deres was as happy with that notion as Khylen was.

Khylen hopped down and gave Evaline a smile before the salute that she’d seen her mother give her entire life and give it in a way that made her mother’s heart swell. “Good night, Majesty.”

Evaline pondered her briefly before taking the seal of her house from the table. “You know what this is, yes, Khylen?”

She nodded. “It’s your symbol.”

“It is. Very good, little one. Could you do me a great favor?”

She wondered what was coming, big blue eyes pondering what she could possibly do for the queen. “Okay.”

“When I am not wearing this, would you be so kind as to call me Aunt Evaline? When I don’t wear this it’s a time that I only want to be just me and not have all that queen business following me around. Can you remember that?”

She gave a sharp nod.“I can.”

Evaline smiled warmly, “Thank you, Khylen. Have a good night.”

She took two steps towards the door before turning back. She eyed the emblem and then Evaline as the queen set her pieces to the board.

Neral cleared her throat and Evaline looked to see her general gesture downward, trying to keep the grin off her face. Evaline’s eyes met Khylen’s to find her little arms wide as if to embrace the world. Neral watched her queen’s eyes mist and heard her clear her throat as she hugged Khylen tightly before the little one kissed her cheek, “Good night, Auntie Evaline.”

The queen returned the peck on the cheek. “Good night, Khylen. Enjoy your story.”

She handed the little one off to her father before the two of them headed to the open door. “I hate you so much there are no words, Neral.”

“Hate you with every fiber of my being, Deres.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a joke, Khylen, I’ll explain on the way to story time.”

That seemed enough for her as the door closed with a hard click, leaving the two alone once again. Evaline went back to setting her pieces, good mood still on her face, shaking her head,“Your little one hugging me.”

“You started it. She hugs and kisses her aunties goodnight when they visit.”

“One can easily be reminded how..finite life is, no? I mean, I wonder how many remnants of the old world are still around waiting to kill us. I plan a summit with the other monarchs in the hopes that we can come together to search for signs. Find them and destroy them before some other fool can use them against us.”

Neral picked up the thought, putting voice to something she had been contemplating since returning home. “To that end, I should like to fund a detachment of troops to seek out such things in our own lands. Deres has friends with some...expertise in the sciences and I think it would benefit us to at least put effort into tending ourselves at least as much as we cooperate with the other kingdoms.”

After bearing their own witness to the existence and power of such weapons, though not without some debate, Adar decided to send small bands of technomages throughout the world with the same mission, though they added the careful acquisition of knowledge to the list of priorities.

Neral wanted to be appraised of what they found and to have her own people with them, at least as far as the borders of Erette went seemed to be the best solution. Allowing that took more debate from the powers in Adar, but that Neral’s own expedition had saved them as much as the rest of the world years before earned her some respect and deference. Given that, to the world Adar didn’t exist beyond children’s fables and tall tales from those that had tried to brave the wastes, caution would be required by both sides, but the potential benefits made the risk acceptable. As it was, the Court of Draleth was already set to be visited by mages of Adar to see how much they knew of the plot and technology used for it and take steps to see that no hint of the latter escaped into the world.

“Good. Submit a proposal to myself and Court. I have no doubt that it will be approved since they have no interest in dying in a flash of light again anytime soon.” She put the dice in the cup, rolled them delicately, and let them fall into the space for them, a shallow rectangle with raised edges to keep the dice from flying before moving the pieces she could ahead on the path. Knowing the path by heart, she knew how many spaces which of her pieces could move and how where they landed would pull them forward or force them back.

Neral saw her wrap her hand around her wrist where the bracelet had been and roll it to and fro as Neral collected the dice for her own turn. “Everything all right?”

“It is.” She hesitated with the next words because they were an introduction to a harder admission. “You know, I never expected you to marry. You certainly did not need to. Your sisters have well furthered your line and duty was always your first focus.”

Neral’s dice dropped and she moved her pieces. “It was something that was always on my mind. It was something I always hoped to do...wanted to.” She remembered nights of loneliness, “I was always concerned about finding a soul that could contend with my position and not be threatened by it. I also wanted someone I could actually love, as insane as that might be.”

She studied Neral’s pieces, contemplating which ones might make it to the first skirmish. “You seem to have found it.”

Her heart swelled again at the thought of the life in her house. “It was...most unexpected, but yes.” Evaline could never know the whole truth, but she loved the man and would have grown to love him anyway. “He is a good husband and a fine father. Khylen nor I could ask for better.”

“I thought you insane to up and marry that man, but it was what you wanted and...it seems to have been the correct choice.”

“I believe so.”

The hard part was at hand as she focused just a bit too much on her turn. “Perhaps you could do the same for me?”

Neral’s dark eyes lost the board as she processed again the words she heard and tried to decide what she thought they meant. “Choose for you? A consort?”

She nodded quickly, “Court often annoys me with this demand and that, but they are not wrong in this. Stabbed, poisoned, and potentially torched from a weapon from the old world did impress upon me the importance of continuing the royal line.”

The idea of playing matchmaker was so bizarre that it set her insides to squirming, so she decided to try to set that energy to squirming her way out “Honestly, Evie, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, but surely Bae...”

Evaline brushed the rest of the thought away. “Bae has her role. She knows of every potential candidate and once I set her to it, she will find others to make sure that I have the broadest possible choice of candidates who are acceptable in terms of lineage. Ordinarily that might be enough, but I find myself in envy of what you have. And I remember that mother and father’s relationship was often cool. I don’t want to repeat that. I would prefer not to raise a child in that. I would like a consort that I could actually be happy with if I am to be with them for life.”

“I never expected to have this, to have him. We just sort of...happened.” She snorted in laughter at the truth of it. “Had I tried to find Deres on my own in that way, it likely would have been a disaster. What makes you think I’m any better at even that aspect than Bae, especially when choosing for my queen?”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Bootsie, I’m not leaving you the final choice, but… Bae is dear to me, but she and I do not have the history you and I do. You know me better than anyone and I thought perhaps you might lend your perspective on me to this. Left to my own devices my own relationships tend to be...”

“Shallow?”

“Bless you for the kindness of that word. If it were someone that you in particular thought was a good match, I believe I would take it more seriously in that not to would be a slap to you for the effort you put in on behalf of out friendship, not to mention curiosity as to a man you would pick for me.”

Neral went back to the board, seeing what pieces would likely make it to the first skirmish and contemplating what damage she might be able to do.“So long as it is clear that the final choice is yours. I’ll not have you marry a man on the basis of my choosing and then have you peck at me forever because you don’t like how he chews his food.”

“My word is given that I will not do that.”

“Good enough,” she said, hoping that the rolls would be kind before she met the queen or she’d be outnumbered by the time the game really started, “though I wish you would have contented yourself with asking me to do something simple, like fend off another invasion.”

Evaline laughed heartily. “Poor girl, your work is never done.”

“Damn right.”