The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Marianne, Freya and Iris

I never tried to work with others to make a big dinner before. Other girls were willing to up but Sofia wanted to get a start on Elise new clothes. The Lady of the Night had used some sort of magic spell to increase her breast size and the poor thing couldn’t fit into her uniform anymore.

Natalia was laying down to rest and Lillian was keeping her company. I’m not sure what happened but Natalia looked exhausted. A rare sight for the tall tanned beauty.

I put my pan in the oven and smiled. It was going to be a good dinner!

I turned to look at Freya and Iris. They were both peeling potatoes. I walked over to them but paused mid step. I felt a sensation in my breast. I paused to examine my top to see if I had something on me.

Then I felt like warm pleasant feeling in my arms and and sudden jolts in my breasts. What is this? I shivered in pleasure. I tried to make it to the chair with the girls. I noticed they weren’t cutting potatoes but just stood still in the chairs.

“Is everything—”

I nearly jumped as felt the warm feeling move to my clit.

“Oh God,” Freya moaned.

“What’s... Fuck,” Iris said gasping.

Okay. So it clearly wasn’t just me. “It has to be the Lady,” I said as my own breathing increased. “But I thought she was tired and being bathed. Oh fuck.” I tensed myself in my chair. I noticed the warm feeling spread everywhere. My belly. My arms. My legs and even my scalp. But in those places it was more a warm soft feeling. Like a warm blanket. A large contrast to the blinding levels of pleasure it was like on my breasts and more importantly my clit.

“I think... I think I’m going to orgasm,” Iris said. “I can’t. I can’t fight it.”

Iris moaned louder as she rocked back in her chair and the moment she did I felt the same core feeling hit me. Shut my eyes and tensed. I was trying not to orgasm but it was hard.

“Fuck,” Freya said as she seemed to orgasm.

Another wave hit me. And moments later another. And finally a third. When it finally ended. I nearly fell out of my chair. It took all I had to not orgasm myself.

Then I was hit with something different. Was this pride? It felt like pride. I didn’t know why but it was washing over me. I was trying not to orgasm since I wasn’t allowed unless in the bath or with Master. Maybe that was it?

Maybe it was over? Nope. Nope! Definitely not. The sensation got more intense. Faster and stronger. Another forth wave rocked me and I wasn’t ready. I orgasmed myself. My wetness leaking through my uniform.

Freya and Iris seemed to respond to my own orgasm as they both began moaning louder. The sexual pleasure here was second only to when Master took us for our turn in his room. I wasn’t sure I could handle anymore.

Then the feeling changed. A sense of joy. Contentment. Like a hug. Like a hug from all my sisters. It was weird. It wasn’t like I felt them hugging me. It was more like I felt the emotion if feel if I was hugging each of the individually like all at the same time. It was overwhelming in its own way. I felt a tear come to my eye.

Iris and Freya grabbed each other in a hug. Both sobbing loudly as they did. I was tempted to them but I was a more senior sister and I wanted to try and be a role model to them.

They both moaned and almost kissed each other on instinct as I took felt the next wave wash over me. It was as if everything before was the warm up and it was finally serving a true helping. The girls fell to the ground with a clank. I tried to glance at them. Make sure they weren’t hurt but they had began making out with each other so that put an end to my fears.

I was digging my nails into my thighs as I gasped and moaned from the pleasure. Another orgasmic wave was colliding with me. The girls screamed in pleasure as they seemed to orgasm into each other. Which then that sensation hit me and I fell out of my own chair orgasming again for the second time.

I just laid there for a minute. I no longer had anything in me to fight this. Or do I thought. I blinked and realized the sensation was gone. Or something like that. I still felt good obviously. The glow of the post orgasm at full effect but no new feelings coming on. No connection lingering.

The girls just panted as they laid in each other’s arms in the kitchen floor. They were no longer actively embracing each other and now just resting in the other’s arms.

I looked up. “Holy fuck. Next time warn your sisters!” I forced myself to my feet. I needed to splash some water on me to get the sweat off. I’d let Iris and Freya rest for a moment longer. They may have been helping me, but that meant that dinner was very much my responsibility. And I wanted to things to be back in order before my roast was done.

The Prisoner

The stone floor was cold as I tried to stretch. The prison cell had a bed but I felt the need to move around to keep my muscles loose. Two months. I been in this place for two months. Was anyone even looking for me?

I doubted it. I should have listened to Rosemary. I should have been more careful. I thought back to six months ago when I saw her at the gala in the capital. I was the granddaughter of the former head warrior. And as Rosemary was the pupil of the former head wizard, it was obvious for us to be introduced. We got a long swimmingly.

She said that she’d known my grandmother well but I can’t imagine how that was true. My grandmother retired before I was ten. Rosemary didn’t seem any older than me. And I spent a lot of time with Grandma post her retirement. I think I would have ed a kid Rosemary visiting.

She has told me to be that I was a bit too weak to be trying missions alone. I should have listened to to her. But here I was. Locked in the dungeon of the place I attacked. This place was home to at least a dozen or two female slaves. Imprisoned by the asshole running this place. I got some information about it from a man who was one of the slaves brother. Iris was her name.

I had a high resistance to charm. I thought I could handle this and yet here I found myself. Hands and legs shackled to each other and to the wall. The mobility I had was only enough for me to use the bathroom and nothing more.

I looked up and noticed a small glow of yellow light. What the fuck. The only mage I saw in this place was a girl with with a pink armband. She healed the wounds the big one with short blonde hair gave to me. But healing magic and wizard magic was far different. This felt like -

I felt a shiver as if someone pitched my nipple. “Hey what the fuck! If your gonna do shit like this. You could have—”

I choked on my words as I felt a warmness in my crotch. Why now! What was the point of this! “Hey! Someone! What are you doing!”

No answer came as the sensation grew stronger. It spread out too. It felt like I was getting a full deep tissue massage. ittedly after the events of month I had I partially wanted to just enjoy that part. But the sexual feelings that came with it were distracting. Not to mention that what ever this was. It was no doubt some ploy to make me submit.

“Fuck you all and your fucking dumb slut slaves! I came here to rescue them you know! Iris! Your brother is worried about you!”

Silence is all that my screams were met with. The sensation speed up. I have heard before that some warriors can still feel their arm after it had been cut off. What I was feeling reminded me of that. Like some phantom pussy overlapped with my own and it was having an orgasm. And it was guiding my normal pussy to feel the same.

I resisted. Another wave crashed. And another and more still. My breasts felt so tender and the sensation just grew more and more relentless. I tried banging my head against the wall to see if that would distract me.

But what I found instead was a feeling of pride. It was faint. Way smaller than the physical sensation. Since it appeared to be a fake emotion trying to attach to me it was probably failing. My charm resistance prevents most other emotional based spells from affecting me.

Yet for some reason the physical sensations were working just fine. I moaned uncontrollably. I’m not gonna orgasm from some stupid assine whatever the fuck spell this is. “You hear that! You can all go fuck yourselves because I ain’t doing it. Not even with this dumb fucking thing your doing.”

Once again silence. I didn’t get it. Why go through the effort hit me with this arousal spell if they weren’t going to be nearby to watch me struggle. Maybe they were watching and just couldn’t be bothered to reply.

More and more waves of pleasure crashed down upon my body like a tsunami against the coast. My legs trembled and my hips buckled back and forth against my best efforts. It was fine. This was optional. I wasn’t going to orgasm though. No way. No how! Fuck all you.

Then suddenly a sensation hit me. It reminded me of Grandma. And Lady Hannah and even Rosemary. I don’t know what it was exactly. It kind of reminded me of what Rosemary and Hannah surprised me with some old books my grandmother had written. It made me wanna cry. Yet before I could more pleasure waves hit me.

“That’s dirty! What else can I expect from a guy that can’t get his cock wet unless he enslaves people!”

Nothing. I almost expected them to get mad if I insulted the master. Oh whatever. It probably wouldn’t be too long now. With the charm not affecting me and with no rescue parting coming. I was likely a dead woman. That’s how it goes I suppose. I felt bad to have done my grandma’s legacy so dirty. But I’d sooner die then submit to this estate twisted situation.

More and more waves of pleasure hit me and I struggles more and more not to orgasm. I collapsed into my bed, head first into the pillow to scream. Scream and bite. Anything to keep myself from failing. These bastards didn’t deserve the satisfaction.