The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Great-Aunt Aoph’xas glided into the room, “There you are, Niece Krill’ine. You are late. Stand up straight. Your mother told me you wished for a private consult. She guessed it was academic, but you are a graduate for three years. So you can explain now. You should be brief.“

Krill’ine knew she wasn’t late. She’d waited in this salon for two candlemarks. She knew she was ramrod straight. She was running a posture spell on her spine since she had no shaper talents. However, this meeting needed to be perfect. Great-Aunt Aoph’xas was on the Elder Council of Helgram, and Krill’ine sought a confidante. She required specific information.

Krill pushed her shoulders back and nodded. “I did not share details with my mother despite her pressing. The questions I have regard Helgram security. I believe, you were in the demonmasters guild.”

Aoph’xas returned a sharp look and a tiny smile. “Oh. That was ages ago. I am too busy for such things these days. What security questions, dear? You know, you are hardly considered an academic mind.”

“I have many questions.” She ignored the dagger jibe. She was getting used to shame equals arousal. Krill’ine had narrowed her essential questions down to three. Everything about her ty’iga demon was questionable. “Can demons be restructured into unique functions? Can demons be coerced to only tell the truth? Can a contract with a demon be terminated early?”

Great-Aunt Aoph’xas sat down in the glossy black chair shaped like a medusa head. She remained still. Waited.

Krill’ine knew this trick. Cousin Akhant used to use it on her with great success. She kept her mouth tightly shut.

Great-Aunt Aoph’xas nodded once, “You are not enrolled in demon studies. If you were, at least one of those questions is covered in the third year. You have a reputation, Krill’ine, for biting temper, lazy effort, and lack of focus.” There was a pause.

Great-Aunt Aoph’xas smiled. “Well done, child. You’ve constructed an excellent mask for your ambitions. I myself did something similar in my early days. My older sister was a constant shining example of hanging herself with her public ambition. She’s dead a hundred years or so. Let me address your needs.”

“A demon contract can be cut short. There are spells to do it, but entails considerable shockback to the summoner. But usually, if the demon is told their service is inferior, and you wish to terminate, they will renegotiate rather than let the summoner banish them. If you use that spell route, you can never connect to that demon again.”

“Then there is Truth. Every demonologist puts truth in the contract. Time of service. Obedience to the summoner. Truth and loyalty.” Great-Aunt Aoph’xas tapped three times on the chair arm for emphasis.

Krill’ine kept still. I was afraid of that. Oh, hellspawn. She had not put Truth in the contract.

Great-Aunt Aoph’xas pointed at Krill, “Has an ally gotten a bad contract, or is this You we are talking about?”

Krill’ine wanted to say ally. But she needed solid information. The Mother of Ty’igas was a phenomenal resource but also wicked smart. She had a sudden idea. “Both. An ally got me involved. But now I’m concerned for House security.” Very true from a certain point of view. Akhant had been the reason she put her hobby ion to sorcerous use.

Great-Aunt Aoph’xas nodded once. “Your third question is most ambitious. Yes. I’ve heard stories of masters from a few thousand years ago, who could fold, subtract, combine, and create modified demons beyond the five known types. I never did advanced studies myself. I cannot imagine how it is done, but I suspect you would need to master the Path of Black Chaos, which also means shaper skills, which is not your forte, unless that is another skill you’ve decided to keep hidden.”

She went on. “Attend, Krill’ine. If you, or your ally, have Obedience on this demon, you can constantly demand truth. But you must be rigorous. Disciplined. You have to question the demon with your guard up, you see?”

Krill’ine nodded. “I do see, Elder. Very helpful, yes.”

“Krill’ine, you show promise. Do not speak again to your mother regarding our chat. I won’t ask who your ally is, but come back if you need more advice. Hiding your talents is a fine path to council recognition. Well done.”

Better than Krill’ine expected. Krill nodded and did the quarterbow of respect. “Thank you, Elder. I shall deal directly with you.”

Cousin Akhant coldly asked, “You told someone about the sex demon? You dullard!”

Krill’ine smiled at her lover as her sex flamed. She was a weeks used to getting aroused by Ak’s insults. She wasn’t going to punish her. Yet. “It is not a sex demon. It’s old and rare. You agreed to help me keep it in control. We needed knowledge. If I went to the demonmasters guild, I’m sure my questions would be shared with Lord Ruyvet, if not the entire Elder Council. We agreed it would take months of stealthy research. We don’t have months.”

Cousin Akhant flushed. “No. We don’t even have weeks. This sexual bondage to you is humiliating.” And fills me with burning ion.

Krill’ine simmered. Her sex slit creamed. Distraction. “Yes. You should never have done those sketches.” So gross and sexy.

Akhant rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you. I didn’t. It was the demon.” Licking my brain. Making me a puppet.

Krill’ine said, “And I’ve told you, she finds things in your head. You could have fought harder.”

“Not in my head! How was I supposed to know my fool cousin was going to set a sex demon on me, Krill?” Ak’s pale face flushed. Streams of heat sparked her sex. So shameful.

“It was a test example. I was going to erase your memory of it. And I didn’t tell Vandal to make it sexual. You did that with your trash mind. It wasn’t my fault. it it.” I adore Ak’s hot wicked stare.

Akhant’s sex quivered with near orgasm. She bit her lip. “Yes. Yes. Trash mind. My fault. Oh. Please shut up.”

“You shut up.”

Ak stopped talking. She could not afford to get more aroused. Her sex was dripping. She balanced on a dagger edge of orgasm.

Krill ground her teeth. “Sorry. When you insult me, I feel reproductive. I mean, angry.” Kisses. I want hot sloppy kisses.

Akhant accepted the apology. She nodded. “Understood. That’s another thing. Neither of us has a husband selected by our parents. We have done no induction ritual for reproduction. Why are our bodies so combustible? My mother told me I’d comprehend all after the ritual. I do not understand this horrible, volatile fire inside me.”

Krill nodded in sympathy. “I asked my mother. She says I can worry about the ritual effects when I’m forty. I’m thinking about asking my Aunt Jo’Xaggit, she’s a bit wild, you know. She’s married and has affairs all the time.”

“Proper affairs outside a marriage aren’t the issue,” Akhant scolded, “There’s nothing proper about being nude in front of your cousin or leaking hot fluids when kissing a woman. No one has sex affairs with the same sex. That’s ludicrous.” Tell me I’m pretty, you stupid fool.

Except that it feels so good. Krill nodded. “Agreed. We could ask Vandal.”

Akhant stiffened. Aroused. Hot. Steamy. Shame. Sparks. “That’s the worst idea. Why would a demon even know about higher lifeform bodies? They don’t have gender or sex. I think Vandal finds the whole thing amusing.” Licking my brain…

Krill studied her hands. “We could be wrong about that. Vandal is old. I feel Vandal’s been summoned enough in centuries that they may have learned any number of things. Don’t we need to understand as well? As adults, we should know. Why won’t they tell us until we have a husband? You see. It’s very odd when you think about it.”

Akhant felt like kissing Krill’ine immediately. Yum. Kisses were sloppy hot.

She was right as murder. Krill could be artistically clever. Why was marriage such a delicate ritual? Was it only loyalty and reproduction? Was it only tradition and pageantry? This all fit the shape of a conspiracy.

Hmmm. Akhant asked, “Is Vandal around?”

“No. She makes me— nervous. She has other interests. She comes if I call her.”

“Poor Krill. You should be more disciplined. You have to command. Vandal needs to be on your leash.” Mmmm. Pet. Leash. Oh. So desirable. Shame. Nonono. “We can try asking her. But you have to be Lady Krill’ine, the demonmaster. Be fierce.”

Krill’ine wondered if Akhant was really listening. So arrogant. Vandal was old, clever, and skilled. Yes, Vandal was obedient and knowledgeable, but also strange, charming, and…hot. Yes, being fucked by a demon slave was alluring. Krill’ine felt her focus melting.

“Krill? Are you there?” Akhant sounded irritated.

Krill’ine bristled. “I’m standing right here!? You’re doing the brainy snob thing again. We both need to be on guard. Great-Aunt Aoph’xas specifically cautioned me. It applies doubly to you. You’re the smart one.”

Akhant agreed. Of course. “Point taken. Let’s see how much Vandal knows. Nothing ventured. Nothing gained. Call Vandal.”

Vandal appeared within moments of Krill’ine’s psyche call. It did not require a spell; Vandal had taught Krill how to do it.

The demon was inside an undistinguished, simple male slave, in an austere tunic of Helgram colors. The bass voice was soothing. “Good sky, to you, Mistress Krill’ine. Hello, Pet Akhant.”

Akhant said nothing. She wouldn’t give the demon any satisfaction. Being a pet was so damn delicious. She might cum.

Krill’ine gestured to the slave male, “Asleep inside, right? Am I interrupting? I have questions you can help me with.”

“Yes. He knows nothing and shall not my presence. I am eager to assist.”

Krill tried to sound like Great-Aunt Aoph’xas. Disciplined. Majestic. “What do you know about the rituals of reproduction, Vandal?”

Oddly, there was a long pause. “Ah. You don’t have to worry about that for eleven years or more. You are not even thirty.”

“Vandal. I want the truth! I asked a simple question. Get down on your knees. How much do you know about it? I don’t mean the spells or preparation. I mean the tradition of it. The secrecy.”

Vandal immediately got on their knees. “Well. You hear things. You see things. It’s all a bit unseemly and sexual, which makes it not for social discourse here. You people are prudes. The ritual amplifies the ability to continue your race. I think all the Houses of Chaos know this.”

Krill did not know that. Mmm. Well, perhaps she should have assumed. It was called the ritual of reproduction. She avoided looking at Akhant. “Go on. So it increases the success of marriage.”

Vandal shrugged. “No. I’d not say that. It counters the Abyss and creates a profound exaggeration of arousal. When the Great Houses resolved to thwart the Abyss and contain its destructive properties, they built their fortresses on the edge of the Abyss. They crafted even stronger sorcerous defenses to both tap the dark energy and use it against the Abyss. They stopped the Abyss from swallowing the universe by meters each day. Quite the thing. Good story.”

Akhant said, “What tale is this? The Abyss is empty. How do you mean ‘swallowing’?”

Vandal said, “But let me finish. You asked about reproduction. You see, the Abyss’s toxic nature undercuts all creation. The Houses are set close; they found that within a century, they could not have children. So, clever dear things, they built a ritual to, ah, expand and enforce the weakened cauldron of life. They refused to retreat from the success of thwarting the Abyss. They found a workaround. Universe saved!”

Akhant scowled, sceptical, “And you just happen to know this legend is true? Well, not so mysterious then.”

Vandal looked to Krill’ine.

Krill’ine considered. “Truth, Vandal, by your true name.” Mother of Ty’igas. “If our ancestors were so brilliant and saved the universe, why aren’t we bragging about it? Why are there no ballads? Why the secret?”

“Dear thing, you’re asking me to explain your odd culture? Well, here’s one take. The sex ritual was a celebration two hundred thousand years ago. But even folks who live as much as a thousand years have cultural drift, if you catch my meaning. Attitudes change. Language alters. Lack of sex drive provides a more ordered society. It gives the Elders a handle on the young. It stabilizes the conventional. I’ve heard the ritual rarely works better than three times per couple these years. Meaning—you get three children if you’re fortunate, athletic, and if you get your buttons pushed the right way. Or to put it another way, your people have lost interest in sex and see it as a duty. They are embarrassed by the sloppy festive fun chaos imposed. They may allow affection, but ionate sex practice is for inferior people, like slaves.”

Akhant frowned. “You don’t have gender. You don’t understand.”

“Or…I have all the genders. I’m quite flexible, you may have noticed, dear Pet Akhant. You people have no idea how good you have it, being in the living universe. I hate the Abyss.” Vandal sounded nearly…sad.

Akhant wriggled with spikes of arousal. Pet. I hunger to be naked. Kissed. Dripping.

Krill’ine thought hard. “That’s why demons bargain for service time in our world. You exist within constant danger of being swallowed by this toxic force.”

Vandal smiled at Krill. “Such clarity, dear thing. Being here is a clemency.”

Krill spoke slowly, “Demonologists have it backward. They think they constrain you against your will. Hot hellspawn! Vandal, I may have made a mistake. Uh. Could we renegotiate our contract?”

“What?!!” said Akhant and Vandal at the same time.

Krill’ine smiled, “Could we? I’d like to keep you for much looooonger. You are so fun.”

”NO.” Burst out of Akhant. “That’s your most insipid idea yet! Vandal is…”

“Shut up, Pet. Get naked, trash slut. Help me with the wording now, or you’ll be naked for the rest of your life.” Krill thought hard about being majestic. Great-Aunt Aoph’xas was right. Maybe I have hidden talents. “Help me, and you’re a partner. Make things harder, and you’re only my trash pet sex freak.”

Akhant orgasmed and started stripping all her layers. “Sorry. Sorry. I want to help.” She got down on all fours. She cringed and splashed hot cum on the floor. Yum. Shame. Pet. Sex freak.

Vandal nodded. “Let’s chat, dear thing. What do you want for a longer term of service?”

“I have made a mistake. I told my Great-Aunt Aoph’xas that I have demon interests. I did not say what kind. She thinks I’m helping a friend with the problem. If you are staying longer, I shall need Great-Aunt Aoph’xas not to say anything about you or me. Nothing. You see?” Krill watched Akhant’s face for clues.

Vandal looked thoughtful. “That was rash. Elders consider the foibles of the young in a very disposable fashion. Meaning you could disappear if she thinks you have tapped into something dangerous. Did you tell her my nature? Did you mention I was immaterial and inside the Helgram defenses?”

“I did not, but she could easily consider it may be true. Or are Chasers never immaterial?” Krill wished she had thought of that herself.

“None of the five types often used by Chaos are immaterial. Immaterial demons, dear thing, are rather unique. We have special summoning conditions. What do you want to do? I agree that your Great-Aunt holds too much power over you. In fact, she could constrain you and then control me. I don’t want that.”

Krill’ine recognized that the summoning could not have been her mistake; the Mother of Ty’igas did something clever to bring herself over instead of the Chaser she called. Sneaky bitch. Hot bitch.

“May I speak, Mistress Krill’ine?” Akhant was so flushed. So cute. So naked.

“Yes. You’re supposed to be helping.”

Akhant looked at Vandal. “Right. Helgram has higher magics that constrain unruly young adults. They function like Will-cages. It happens. I’ve seen it. Vandal, what would it be worth to you to have a contract with both of us, Krill and me, for as long as we live, likely centuries? Truth and Obedience.”

Krill saw the male servant get hard. Oh, that was juicy. Vandal was hot for the idea. Getting fucked by demons was juicy fun times. At least Vandal. Certainly not all demons. Eww.

Vandal whispered, “I am listening, Pet Akhant. I would be very interested in such a contract.”

Akhant looked at Krill’ine. “Sorry, cousin, but we need Great-Aunt Aoph’xas in our camp. We have to possess her. Train her. Compromise her. We’ll have Elder Council-level protection and information if we take her.”

“Hellspawn, Ak. That’s treason!! We’ll be exiled. Banished. We can’t.” Krill held the cold panic at bay.

“If you help me,” Vandal nodded thoughtfully, “it can be done. The strategy is sound. If we fail, they may not banish us; they may execute us.”

Krill’ine sat down on the floor in shock. She looked directly into Akhant’s eyes, her flushed face. Krill’s arousal burned hotter than ever. So did Akhant’s, obviously. “But Aoph’xas helped me. She’s on my side. I can talk to her.”

Vandal whispered, “What was your first instinct, Krill? Danger. Exposure. Talking to her was an error. You’ve given your future into her hands. An Elder is ruthless and the keeper of status. Aoph’xas asked you to come back, didn’t she? Told you not to talk to anyone else, right? She will want more details about what you’ve done and who your allies are. She shall keep you talking until you reveal how dangerous I can be. Then she’ll take me away from you. By means harsh or subtle. Sorry, dear thing.”

Akhant kept silent. Vandal had sided with her. Treason it was. Mistress Krill’ine had the final word.

Krill’ine squared her slumped shoulders. “We will never get away with this. What is the plan?”

Krill’ine stared in horror and nervous arousal at Akhant. She felt so alive.

Akhant begged, “Make it stop. Please, mistress. Stop. Stop.” She wept, arched, orgasming yet again from the vibrating nubbled ball of magic wedged into her sex. She wrenched at her black corded wrists behind her back.

Krill’ine looked at Vandal, “Too much. Look at her face. This is awful.” So hot. Wicked. I’m near cumming just watching.

Vandal was a female servant today. “You know how the spell works. You stop it. You know the plan as agreed. This is a necessary practice. Sustain another five candlemarks. Akhant needs to appear helpless but have complete, seamless control of her mind. Blank. Helpless involves no psyche wards, no defense, naked and fully vulnerable to Aoph’xas examination. If we distract your Great-Aunt, we have our prime chance.”

Krill’ine bit her lip but did not stop the spell. “Hold on another candlemark, Akhant. I’ll stop the spell, and you can rest.”

“Thank you, my mistress.” Akhant shook like a madwoman. She orgasmed.

Orgasmed.

Orgasmed.

Krill was frightened for her. It was so hot.

Vandal sighed. “This is going to take forever. Perhaps the lesser of two evils is the better plan. What if we just kill Aoph’xas?”

They ed the fifth day. Akhant had dozens of orgasms each day, insisting that she would master the sex bliss. Ak also kept her daily routines each sky cycle and used all her study and research time for the sex practice that she and Vandal had devised.

Blankness. Constant blank pleasure. No will. Pure ecstasy. Euphoria. Akhant improved quickly. She felt liquid wonder all the time.

Krill’ine existed in a fog of lust, watching her cousin experience orgasm after thrashing, beautiful orgasm. She waited until she had Vandal alone. “This is madness. Ak won’t survive. We’re breaking her.”

“Akhant is stronger than you, and it has to be her. Aoph’xas will suspect nothing. And so it will work.”

Krill took a deep breath, “We should redo our contract now. Before Aoph’xas has any chance to interfere.”

Vandal laughed, skittering chimes. “Well, every day you ask. We did it already. You and Akhant demanded I remove the information from your memory so you could not make any telling reveal to Aoph’xas. So you see. All proceeds to plan.”

“We did?” Krill looked startled. “Well. That was clever.”

Vandal triple-snapped her fingers.

Krill blinked. Smiled. “What were we talking about? Sorry.”

Vandal smirked, “Kissing.”

“Oh,” Krill grinned, “Good. Kiss me, sex demon.”

They started kissing and went downhill, er, downtorso from there.

Great-Aunt Aoph’xas glided into the audience room. “There you are, Niece Krill’ine. You are late. Stand up straight. You need to keep me better advised of your progress. What is this construct you have brought for, youngster? Explain the toy now. You should be brief.“

“Well, when I received your request to appear, I was in the middle of trying to unlock this tricky aberration, Great-Aunt Aoph’xas. This isn’t a construct. Please note the small spell running at the sex slit crown of that body. Examine the blank mind of what you assume is a construct.”

Great-Aunt Aoph’xas smiled with tight condescension. “I’d really rather not.” She did glance at the crotch of the bawdy-made construct. “Ah, I don’t know that spell. Is it a power source?”

Krill’ine looked pleased. “Yes. In a real sense, it is. But more rare. This isn’t a construct and requires no extra power to operate. This is my Cousin Akhant. I hurried here but did not want anyone to recognize her in this ill state. But she has very good shaper skills, so I told her to look like a parlor doll. Lostways service doll, some people call them. She took this form on my command.”

Great-Aunt Aoph’xas stopped. She glanced at Krill’ine but then studied the ‘parlor doll’. Naked, shiny pure white. Engraved with gold. Elegant ts, gold articulated. Exaggerated gold nipples and vulva. Extraordinary. It showed amazing detail of form. “I don’t know of many shapers who would do this. Certainly, none that would mimic a lewd parlor doll on command. At your age, how do you even know what a sex service doll is? That’s in very poor taste, Krill’ine. Akhant, you will cease this horrid display immediately. Your mother would die of shame. It is most offensive for a noblewoman to demean herself this way. I won’t have it.”

Krill’ine looked uncomfortable. “I should explain, she doesn’t respond to anyone but the one who stimulates her, uh, sex. That’s why I attached the vibrating nubbled ball spell. She’ll do whatever I ask. You see, I think there is a demon inside her eating her will.”

“Inside?” Aoph’xas could not stop staring at the smiling doll face.

Krill’ine nodded. “Yes. That’s my theory. Ak’s been getting more and more distant. Her intelligence seems lacking. She talked about a demon that she had found inside a book and asked for my help, but after days of not hearing anything from her, I went looking. She could barely communicate. Her psyche has collapsed. I did not want to expose her awful situation, but demons, well, not my best field.”

Aoph’xas took off her glove and put a finger to the smiling doll face. Listened with her mind. “There’s nothing there but a sizzle echo from the disgusting ball spell. Where in Thelbane and beyond did you find that insane spell? This is not a person. Krill’ine, you are a fool. You are being pranked.”

“Oh no, she’s there. She just has very little will. I can show you. But brace yourself, it may be a bit offensive.” Krill’ine sent a message to the Mother of Ty’igas resting easy in the hindmost parts of Krill’s own brain. Please be ready. Please be right about this.

Dear thing, you are a wonder under pressure. Carry on.

Krill’ine said, “Akhant, we have arrived. You must now assume your normal Helgram form. Obey.”

Silently, the changes began. Flesh swam slowly from pure white to pale. The engravings and gold fluidly disappeared. The face became more real, and finally Akhant stood revealed in the nude; her sex rosy-pink, jiggling, dripping, her eyes blank. Her expression was dreamy.

A noblewoman with no mind.

Great-Aunt Aoph’xas shivered with dread. “It is her. By the bones of Swayville, that’s near the most disturbing thing I’ve seen in my days. Why do you think it’s a demon inside her mind? Never heard the like.”

“What else could bring a Chaosi noblewoman so low? It’s like she isn’t a person anymore. No psyche wards. Barely any volition.” Krill’ine held her anxiety tight. “I can’t find her mind in that mess of darkness.”

“Youngster,” Great-Aunt Aoph’xas spat. “This is beyond you. Whatever thing she found, we must capture it. Control it. I shall do an examination. Do not move.”

Krill’ine had no desire to move. This was the moment.

Great-Aunt Aoph’xas put her finger back to Akhant’s forehead. Aoph’xas mentally reached into the empty darkness. The darkness sizzled with the energy of the wicked, foul, vibrating, nubbled ball spell. Nothing. No, a distant hint. Deeper. Down— following the channels of hearing and the larger cords of knowledge and living history. Yes. Closer now.

My turn. Here I come. Vandal, the Mother of Ty’igas, slid gently forward, pushing Krill and her anxiety into the recesses of Krill’s own mind. Vandal took over.

Thank you, dear Mother. Luck be yours. Krill felt better, already divorced from her body.

Great-Aunt Aoph’xas expanded her focus. Closer. Closer. She was…

In the complete dark of Akhant’s deepest mind, a golden glow of a saucy dripping mouth with searing fat lips sprang into focus and targeted Aoph’xas.

Aoph’xas barely stopped the apparition with her will. Thinking it a demon, she cast a demonblock.

No effect.

Akhant kissed Aoph’xas’ mind deeply. Arousal poured into Aoph’xas’ self.

Vandal had moments ago quietly touched and entered Aoph’xas aura and began the slow shift of control, so the Elder lost command of her body. It went so flawlessly.

Shortly, Vandal was over there, within Aoph’xas; Krill’ine was the sole domme of her own body.

Vandal twisted Aoph’xas into a holding darkness but let her have body sensation.

Akhant was orgasming like a trained sex doll; connected still to Aoph’xas.

Vandal opened Aoph’xas mindwards, pushed down the prudery, found the affairs and adventures of 700 years of legitimate stately sex play within Aoph’xas, and began adding to it. Building new fancies. “Here we go, Akhant. Well done.”

Krill’ine breathed out. She delighted that the voice was Aoph’xas, but the smile was Vandal. Krill quickly cast the nubbled ball sex spell and pushed it into Great-Aunt Aoph’xas’s mouth! It immediately vibed hot.

Krill whispered to her aunt, “Gold lipstick. Shameful. So tawdry. So like a sex construct. Bold. Gaudy. What a submissive slut. Service doll. Lewd sex construct.“

Aoph’xas started twitching and drooling.

Akhant found sharing all her hungers for pet play, construct play, nubbled ball play, and dripping sex shame was delightful. She dumped her reservoir of high lust onto Great-Aunt Aoph’xas.

Aoph’xas’ mind jerked and could not shake Akhant off. Twitched and could not process the hot vibe throbbing and dancing in her mouth, feeling better by the moment. Lewd. Scorching. Like nothing in a century. Gold. Fastened to her mouth. Vibing. Hot.

Old patterns of pleasure woke within Aoph’xas.

Vandal found the alignment of energies coming from Akhant and Krill’ine and augmented them to circle within Aoph’xas dark confusion, now stuck in the back of her own mind, but feeling the vivid heat. Vandal stirred up a few of Aoph’xas’ histories of sexual advantage gone wrong, of errors in judgment from younger years, and the smashing case of an awful affair with a spy from another House. Tawdry. Saucy. Sex. Orgasms.

Aoph’xas fought the orgasmic dark. Fought her own lust.

Vandal/Aoph’xas ed a well-done to the team. “I told you, dear ladies. Older tyrants may be complacent. This will only take a candlemark or three; then we can repeat it every few days.”

Are we agreed? The Mother asked Aoph’xas. Oh, here’s a fuck spell you don’t know. The Mother put the nubble spell wedged into action at Aoph’xas sex slit and tucked a copy into Aoph’xas’ memory.

Gaaaaaaaaaah. Aoph’xas did not understand where all of this intense, lovely heat and complete disaster were coming from. It felt so good. She melted. Fought at the trap. Melted. Fought the gold heat. She couldn’t feel her limbs, but her mouth and sex slit were on fire. Gold. Lips. Lusty gold. Shameful. So tawdry. So like a construct. Bold. Gaudy. What a submissive slut. So hot. Gold swollen netherlips.

Fought. Melted. Fuck. Melted. Fucking. Cumming.

Fought. Fucked. Fought. Melted. Gold. Cum. Netherlips.

Aoph’xas rocked and groaned. Scorching. Like nothing in a century. Gold. Fastened to her mouth. Vibing. Hot.

Are we agreed? Isn’t this special? The Mother quizzed Aoph’xas.

No. Never. Let me out. I’ll destroy you.

Agreed? Hot?

No. Never. Out. Destroy. Brain. Cum.

Agreed?

Not. Stop. No.

Oh, You want to stop?

Yes! Stop. Cum.

Oh, stop cumming?

No. So hot. Fucking lovely heat. Cum. More heat. Gold. Lips. Demon. Lips. Mouth. Slut. Gold. Netherlips. Fuck.

Thank you, dear thing. We’re going to get along so well.

Vandal/Aoph’xas winked at Akhant and Krill’ine. “You, dear ladies, can go now. I’ll just stay with your Great-Aunt and dance a bit here.”

Krill’ine kissed Akhant, and they gracefully exited. Akhant slow-shaped herself back into the shiny lewd parlor doll. It was hugely humiliating.

So hot. So fun.

Krill’ine shivered. “Sweet, clever Ak, you don’t have to be shamed now. Your plan worked. Done. We’re safe.”

Parlor doll Ak smiled lewdly. “Two walked in. Two walk out. There will be eyes. This is Helgram. Don’t be a dolt, Mistress.” She glided smoothly behind her fool of a partner.

Krill flushed. Orgasmed. Felt majestically grand. Whispered, “I think I adore you.”