The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Karl weakly batted the reaching hand away from him, lurching to his feet with a supreme effort. His head spun, and he would have fallen over if not for the rough hand that grabbed him — ungently steadying him by pushing him back against the tree that had halted his fall.

The man holding him laughed — a rasping and caustic sound.

“Careful boy. Who knows how many tumbles you have left in you?”

Karl clutched at his head, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. The grizzled and unshaven face of the man he’d had a run in with the day before swam into focus.

“You — you’re … Jasper?”

Jasper turned his head to spit down onto the ground.

“Don’t recall introducing meself, boy. Someone been carrying tales?”

“Get off of me!”

Karl shrugged himself out from under Jasper’s hand, dismayed at how weak he felt. It wasn’t just his head either. His ribs felt like he had been kicked by a horse — something he acutely ed from his younger days when he had been stupid and messing around at a friend’s farm.

Jasper eyed him as he staggered a few steps away. The old man sneered.

“Grateful, aren’t you. Typical of your generation.”

Karl gaped at him. His anger flared into life. Even injured, he wasn’t too worried about this skinny old man.

“You — you insane old fuck! Did you actually mean to kill me or are you so blind that you didn’t see me?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, boy.”

Karl staggered closer, prodding Jasper in his thin chest. The flannel shirt the old man wore felt greasy and dirty.

“Don’t fucking play games with me! First you had a go at me yesterday, and then you hit me with your truck — did I really piss you off that much?!”

A wave of dizziness swept over Karl. He wasn’t being smart, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d nearly died! If he’d hit his head on that tree instead of his chest …

Jasper struck Karl’s hand away from him. He took hold of the younger man’s shoulders and forcibly made him sit back down — a fact that filled Karl with chagrin at just how easily he was manhandled. Jasper’s voice was gruff.

“Calm down, you’re talking nonsense. It’s a fair way down the slope. Didja hit ya head? I don’t see no blood.”

Karl rubbed at his chest, taking a carefully slow and deep breath. He didn’t feel any sharp or stabbing pains — a real danger sign with injuries to your ribs — so that was something. Inwardly, his heart sank. Karl knew from experience that injuries to your ribs could lay you out for weeks if not months. He had been useless for five weeks when he’d been kicked by that horse. It was the kind of injury that someone who made their living by physical work dreaded.

Karl grunted.

“Not head. Chest.”

Jasper spat again.

“Huh. Lucky son of a bitch, aren’t ya.”

“You tell me. You fucking ran me off the road! If I hadn’t jumped …”

Jasper shook his head, looking away to the side so that Karl couldn’t see his expression.

“Not me, didn’t do nothing of the sort.”

“Then how are you here so fucking quick?”

Jasper glared down at Karl.

“I saw ya go over the edge, boy. It took me a mite to park me truck. More to make my way down here without breaking me leg. I’m not a young man no more. You were down here five, ten minutes, before I reached ya.”

Karl turned his head, looking up at the slope. The battered old truck that he had seen the day before was parked on the edge of the road. The engine was still running and the sound of it spluttering and misfiring echoed around them.

Karl rubbed at his head again, wincing as the action made his chest hurt. It … wasn’t as bad as he’d feared it could have been. Karl thought so anyway. His chest didn’t hurt as bad as it would if he had broken his ribs. Even so, the bruises he was sure to have were going to be massive.

Still … just what had happened? Karl glanced up at Jasper’s truck again. The battered old vehicle, rusted in places, seemed ominous as it loomed above them. But Karl had it that the old truck sounded nothing like the car that had hit him. That car had sounded newer, the engine roaring loudly.

Karl took a breath.

“I … see. Thanks. I was just confused because —”

Jasper spoke loudly over the top of him.

“I don’t need to listen to ya ramblings. If your head’s not messed up, we’ll get you up and gone.”

Jasper proceeded to pull Karl back to his feet, and then started chivvying him up the embankment. Karl was confused at the quick turn around from the old man. What’s more, Jasper’s help was more symbolic than anything else. There was a wiry strength to the old caretaker, but he seemed mostly content to let Karl struggle his way up to the road by himself.

Karl, slightly breathless, tried to strike up a conversation with the old man. He had stopped to help him after all.

“Look, sorry for accusing you. You did stop to help me. So, uh, you were talking about a curse the other day? About my uncle’s cabin? I did ask some other locals about it, and they said that —”

“Shut up.”

Jasper’s reply was instantaneous. His voice grew soft and dangerous. Karl stared at him in surprise.

“What? But you were talking about —”

“Don’t pry. Don’t ask questions. I … shouldn’t have said anything. Just demolish the place — put in those stupid apartments that are going up everywhere. Do what should have been done at the start.”

Karl panted as he struggled up the last part of the embankment. His sides were killing him. He straightened, looking sidelong at Jasper.

“Is there something I should know? I mean, I don’t believe in anything supernatural. Ghosts or hauntings or whatever. Is there an old story or something about the place? I mean — haha — I did get an odd feeling about it this morning, but —”

Jaspers face purpled, and he rounded on Karl. He prodded him hard in the chest, rocking him back a step.

“Fucking leave it, boy. Just listen to me — questions can be bad for ya health. Keep going and taking a ‘fall’ down an embankment is going to be the least of what troubles you.”

“… is that a threat?”

Jasper just laughed harshly.

“Don’t need it to be. Just listen to what I say.”

“Look you old bastard, you’re the one who told me about it in the first place! No one else knows what the fuck you’re talking about.”

Jasper spat on the ground.

“Some don’t. Some do. Most left. Don’t go starting up anything again.”

Jasper cast one last disparaging look at Karl before climbing into his truck.

“You look well enough to walk, boy. You … you just watch yourself.”

Karl just stared as the old man drove away, his truck spluttering as he disappeared around a bend in the road. Too late he realised that if Jasper had seen him fall down the embankment, he would have seen the car that had hit him as well. Why hadn’t he said anything?

By the time that he got back to the cabin, night had truly fallen. The going had been slow. It wasn’t just his ribs either. Karl had begun limping halfway back. He felt like his body was just one big mess of bruises. Karl was relieved to see that his truck was parked out front, so he knew that Jess was back at least.

Karl eased the door open, wincing as even the effort of opening the front door made his muscles scream. He stumbled as he walked inside, the room spinning. Karl silently cursed his unsteady legs.

“Jess?”

Karl stumbled inside, awkwardly shrugging out of his light coat. Jessica had turned the heater on so that the inside of the cabin was pleasantly warm.

“Jess, are you here?”

Karl stuck his head into the living room and finally spotted his girlfriend. Jessica was seated on the sofa waiting for him. Karl got the impression that she was posing for maximum effect. His girlfriend was wearing a plain black t-shirt, and no pants. She had her arms folded across her chest, and was sitting with one leg crossed over the other. She had an arch look on her face — one that Karl knew well. She was about to hit him with some kind of ultimatum, relying on the fact that he would be too distracted by having so much of her smooth thighs on display.

That didn’t happen though. As soon as Karl stumbled fully into the living room, Jess got to her feet — her brow crinkling in concern.

“Karl? Fuck, babe — what happened to you?”

“I, uh, fell down the embankment on my walk.”

Karl decided not to tell his girlfriend about the mysterious car that had tried to hit him. He wasn’t sure what to do about that yet.

Jessica walked up to him, taking him by the elbow. She looked up at him, worried.

“You fell? You look like you’ve been beaten up!”

“I … might have hit a few things on my way down. Rocks. Branches. A tree at the end there.”

Jess started to freak out.

“Did you hit your head? Fuck, Karl — we need to get you to a hospital!”

Karl rolled his shoulders, enjoying the attention from his girlfriend. For all that she could be manipulative or caustic at times, this was one of her better sides. She really did care.

“No, I’m fine, Jess. Really, I am. I’m going to have a lot of bruises, but I was lucky. I didn’t hit anything important.”

“God, I leave you alone for just one day …”

Jessica fussed over Karl, deciding that she needed to get him laying down in bed. She half-pushed him up the stairs — Karl got the impression that she would have carried him if she wasn’t half his size. In the bedroom, Jess stripped Karl down to his underwear and then got him into bed, pulling the sheets and blankets high up around his neck.

Karl looked down to where his girlfriend stood at the foot of the bed. She was still frowning at him in concern.

“Jess, you don’t have to worry, okay? I’m good.”

Jess crossed her arms across her chest again, shaking her head.

“I can’t believe this. When you got home, I was going to — and now this. Typical. This is why you need me around, Karl.”

Karl half propped himself up on his elbows. Being in bed and fussed over was pretty nice, and he was starting to feel languidly relaxed.

“Jess, I don’t have to stay here. I’m sore, not an invalid. I’ll make dinner, and you can tell me what you got up today. I might have some news as well.”

Jess placed one foot on the edge of the bed, leaning forward. She was still only wearing a t-shirt and panties, so Karl had a fantastic view of her crotch. His girlfriend shook her head severely.

“Oh, no. You’re not moving until I’m sure you’re okay. I’ll make us something to eat.”

“Ah … okay?”

Karl tried to keep his face expressionless, but from the narrowing of his girlfriend’s eyes he hadn’t fully succeeded. Jess wasn’t … the best at cooking.

Jess pointed a finger at him.

“Stay still. Rest. I’ll be right back.”

Karl watched as his girlfriend hurried down the stairs. He flopped back in bed with a sigh. He was still feeling stiff and sore, but he felt a lot better than he had while walking home. Like … a lot better. Karl found himself idly wondering if he could persuade Jess that if she really wanted to make him feel better, sex would be a great start.

He sighed again, letting his eyes close. Jessica had looked fucking sexy when he’d walked in. The mood he had been in the last few days he was all for letting his girlfriend try and persuade him around to her point of view by using her body. Karl wasn’t all that worried that he would give in — not anymore.

Karl’s mind drifted back to Alisha. God, but her full breasts had looked fantastic. He idly wondered what sound she would make if her nipples were being sucked. Karl bet she sounded adorable.

Karl lay in bed, feeling himself get excited as he thought about Alisha. Her sister had been pretty cute as well. In fact, this entire town seemed full of attractive women — for all that he had only met a handful of them so far. Yes, there was definitely something about this place. Karl didn’t want to leave — and now maybe he wouldn’t have to.

His minded drifted back to the day before. When had he last enjoyed a day so full of sex? Never, that’s when. He had been insatiable, and Jess had been so accommodating and willing …

Karl was dimly aware of the fact that he had been concerned about his girlfriend today. Something about her leaving by herself? But it didn’t seem important. He’d much rather just how she’d look while he fucked her. the whimpering cries she’d made as he pounded her over and over again.

With his eyes still closed, Karl focused on his dick, on his growing lust. It was so pressing that he even forgot about being hit by a car, forgot about how close he had come to dying. All the weird accusations and warnings from Jasper faded as well. Karl was horny, and he wanted relief.

Karl was so focused that he wasn’t even aware of movement in his bedroom. The creaking of the springs in the mattress didn’t catch his attention either. The shifting of the sheets and blankets? Not worth thinking about. The only thing that mattered was how achingly hard his dick was.

It was only when Karl reached down under the covers, intending to start stroking his dick, that he realised that something had changed. His hand encountered long silken hair, and Karl realised he wasn’t alone. He threw back the sheet to find Jess in bed with him.

Karl’s naked girlfriend blinked owlishly at him as she lay sprawled next to his legs. Her hair was draped over his thighs, the long strands tickling his skin. Jessica’s face was softer, not frowning for once. Her eyes were intent as she looked up at him.

“You looked half asleep, baby. I didn’t even think you stirred when I climbed into bed. You’ve been through so much today — I thought you deserved a treat.”

Jessica licked her lips, turning her head to look at the bulge in Karl’s underwear. She took hold of them, pulling them down slowly until his dick was freed.

Karl’s voice was rough as he looked down at her.

“What about dinner?”

Jessica nuzzled her boyfriend’s dick, rubbing her cheek against it. Her voice sounded hoarse, and her eyes were glittering strangely.

“I suppose we’ll be having dessert first …”

Jessica wrapped her slender fingers around Karl’s shaft, tilting it towards her as she shuffled closer on the bed. She opened her mouth, licking the head of his dick with her pink tongue. Jess smiled as Karl groaned out loud.

“Just relax, baby. Let me make you feel so goo — Mmnph!”

Karl had reached down to grip a handful of his girlfriend’s soft hair. He’d then pulled her head down over his crotch, sliding his full length into her mouth and then down her throat. Karl sighed in relief and then began to buck his hips, thrusting away against Jessica’s face. His girlfriend, after initially tensing, had quickly relaxed. Jess changed her position, angling her throat so that Karl could thrust away with ease.

Karl stared up at the ceiling, letting his mind wander as he fucked his girlfriend’s mouth. Woman after woman flashed across his thoughts, and his movements became more urgent. A tension that he hadn’t realised he was carrying eased. This was good. This felt right.

This was how things should be.