The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Is this one of them?” Eric asked

“Yes, my prince…” the Captain said

“At last!” Eric thought to himself. They had heard about the Marauders for months. A great throng of men driving all before them as they swept towards the kingdom from the east.

The man was tied to a stake. But he still struggled to break free. He was like any other man—except for the madness in his eyes. Hate? Or some other uncontrollable passion.

And, his eyes! They were totally black

“Not too close, my prince” Otto said

Otto was charged with the protection of the prince. He had sworn on his life, and that of his family before the king—Harold Barefoot

Eric slid out of his saddle and approached. As he did the wild man screamed a great noise at him. Eric stepped back clutching his ears.

The man’s cock was engorged. Eric looked back at his friend and cousin Duke Mark. Mark just shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe he likes you, my prince?”

The body of men began to laugh but Eric scowled at them. He found it disgusting. An unholy display by a man that seemed more beast than human.

Eric drew his dagger and cut the offending member. To everyone’s surprise the wild man’s whole body shuddered and he imploded.

A pile of mess in his place. Eric was visibly shocked.

Eric returned to his tent. His wife Ann sat there with three ladies in attendance

“Leave us!”

“Husband?” she asked as her ladies scampered off

“Come” he said as he went to his bed, peeling off his clothes

“M’Lord” she bowed as she stood

She went to him and helped him remove his clothes

He kissed her hard, she turned her head away

He threw her onto the bed. She rolled onto her stomach and hitched up the layers of her dress

He eyed the vertical smile of her vagina, peeking through a bush of blonde hair

He was hard. He mounted her and pushed into her. She was dry. She winced in pain

He didn’t care… he humped her hard, and fast.

Then he came.

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“May you die famously or live in honour” the king said

“Yes, father” Eric nodded as he rode forward towards the centre.

Eight thousand men. Two thousand with the king as reserve. A thousand on the left wing, as it was protected by a ditch-like stream to its front. Two thousand on the right under Duke Mark, and the rest in the centre with the prince.

The throng of enemy rolled down from the hill like a tidal wave

“Archers!”the Captain called

“Loose!” was his next command

A hail of arrows flew over, cutting down men like a great scythe through tall wheat.

Eric looked over to the right flank where Duke Mark was. From up out of the creek a body of wild warriors charged from their unseen path. Eric looked in horror as he saw Mark pulled from his horse.

He began to ride to that flank… immediately his retainers spurred their horses and galloped with him.

Mark struggled

Eric drew up as near as he could get, hacking at those around him. He looked to see Mark… the war men ripped at Mark’s clothes

Then one of them, his member engorged fell upon Mark and thrust up into the young man’s anus. Mark screamed in pain, and the horror of this un-natural indignity

“Mark!” Eric cried as she urged his horse forward

The man humped Mark hard and fast, and then let out a growl as he came inside Mark’s soft rectum.

He pulled up out of Mark and looking up to the sky howled, as if in triumph

Mark screamed and then looking up at Eric opened his eyes

Eric took a moment to comprehend. Mark’s eyes were now as black as the war men

He leapt to his feet, his cock engorged, screaming he fell upon one of his men, ripping at the man

Eric spun his horse around to ride off, stopping to look back as Mark fucked a retainer in the arse.

Mark howled like a beast. And then came inside the retainer.

Eric spurred his horse away “Retreat!” he cried

One of his companions was pulled from his horse and wild men tore at his clothes

“My prince!” he cried

They were on him, one in him, in moments.

“Help me!” he called as he was raped.

And then he too became one like them, chasing after others

Eric spurred his horse. His men followed him

The centre the line—he returned to it as it too was being over-run.

Men went down under the weight of wild bodies.

Men were ass-raped to become wild war men themselves moments later.

Eric cried as he watched his father’s army destroyed. He looked for his father

“My prince, we must ride for safety” Otto said

Otto turned and cut down two wild creatures with a single stroke of his great axe

“Please, my prince” he begged

Eric nodded and they turned and rode off

On the battle the wild men screamed in triumph as they mopped up the last on the field.

They had lost over two thousand men, but but their great evil had not just simply replaced that number but had increased their own strength

They rode straight back to camp.

“Get my wife away, at once!” Eric called to two men

“Yes, M’Lord’ they said

Ann came out of her tent, protesting

“My lady wife” Eric said, still catching his breath

“What has happened, husband?”

“We must away at once… the army is lost”

“Lost?” she asked confused.

They stopped to hear a roar

“They are coming!” Eric cried

He leapt off his horse, grabbed his wife and lifted her onto another “You must be away!”

“You must do this… on your life!” He charged Otto with her protection

“Yes, my Prince” Otto said, grabbing the bridle himself he turned and lead her away

Eric re-mounted and turned to see the far side of the camp disappear into dust.

Screams of men and women running to get away from the surge that rolled unbroken over the encampment

A young man -an apprentice ran up to him “My Lord” he cried “What are we to do?”

“You must save yourselves… all of you!” he said

Suddenly a wild man ran up. The naked, dirty screaming figure smashed into the apprentice and knocked him over

Eric turned his horse and galloped away, barely being caught himself. He turned to look back to see the young man raped by his assailant.

Eric rode out of the camp with a few attendants. They had to cross a narrow bridge. They knocked people out of the way in order to ride across

Eric had archers light their arrows and fire at the bridge behind them

“My Lord” someone said to him “There are people still upon it”

“Fire it!” he commanded

“Yes, my Lord” the soldier nodded and ordered the bridge to be fired upon

Eric watched. As the bridge caught alight people on it tumbled over the sides and into the waters below

Others still on the camp-side of the river looked at him with pitiful pleas

An old man was suddenly felled from behind. A younger man leaped upon him. Eric recognised the attacker as the apprentice

The apprentice tore at the older man’s clothes, then forced him onto his stomach. He leaped upon him and pushed his cock up hard into the older man’s ass

He howled with delight as he quickly humped the older man’s asshole. And then he howled to the sky as he came.

The old man rose, his eyes now as black as his assailants. He looked at the prince with a monstrous passion.

He ripped his clothes free to reveal his hard cock. He needed to fuck. Turning he caught a man who tried to burst through them to the river. He overpowered the man and raped him.

Eric had tears rolling down his cheeks as he turned his horse and sped away.

Eric sat in his chambers visibly shaking. His wife was in her own chambers. Instead he had Doris, his slave attend to his needs.

She relaxed him the way she always did… with her mouth. He found it difficult to ‘relax’ as he had so much on his mind

Doris realised this because even after four minutes his cock was still soft

She stood and held him to her naked breast.

“Your highness?” came Otto’s voice

“Yes?” he said

Otto entered the chambers but remained on the other side of a large heavy red curtain.

Doris didn’t bother covering herself. She knew that Otto couldn’t see her, and he would never be so bold as to enter that inner sanctum

“My Prince” Otto said,”They are at the walls”

“Very well” he said

He stood and Doris did up his codpiece to cover up his sex.

“I wish the gods protect you” she said

“Thank you” he managed to smile

Prince Eric strode out onto the catwalk of the east wall. The men below—wild war men in various states of undress howled and screeched like animals. But alone they were ineffective against the wall.

Eric spotted Mark. He turned and held his head in his hand and wept for his kinsman.

Mark’s cock was rock hard. He screeched like a banshee. He almost came as he saw the men lined up on the wall

“Shall I give the order, my Lord?” Otto asked

Eric did not hesitate to nod

“Pour the oil!” Otto called

Vast stone tubs of oil were tipped on their hinges. The oil running down gutters and poured out on the enemy below

“Fire it!” Otto called

Two men stepped forward with flaming torches and threw them into the mass below

The oil caught alight

The war men—wild as they were seemed not to understand anymore the basics of war. Some leapt into the flames as if to pass harmlessly through to the other side. This did not happen

Those beyond the flames were now struck down by arrows.

A man would have retired, or sought shelter, or picked up a shield. But these were beyond men. Controlled by some evil spread amongst them.

There numbers were slowly thinned

After an hour Otto turned to his master “Shall I call a halt?”

“Not one of them can be left standing!” Eric said

“Yes, my Lord”

The next day scouting parties went out whilst smaller parties moved around the castle to finish off any still breathing.

A rider came galloping in from the Fjord. The town there had fallen but a great many folk had taken to ships and escaped

The wild war men who attempted to enter the estuarine water seemed to melt.

Eric picked up his ears at this report. Salt seemed to destroy them.

He ordered a party to try and capture one alive, which they did

They tried salt upon him and his skin reacted like a slug’s

This might be the beginning of a way to fight back…