The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

She was an attractive young woman; long blonde hair to her mid-back, beautiful blue eyes, lightly tanned skin and a petite figure. Though she wasn’t very curvy, she was still on most of her male classmates ‘Date List,’ and, what’s better, didn’t let that fact go to her head. She dressed very conservative, her skirts always just an inch or two over her knees and her blouses always neatly buttoned. She was a stereotypical ‘good girl’, and everyone loved her. But one, maybe, loved her too much. Perhaps ‘love’ is not the word. ‘Lust’ would be more fitting.

“Hey, Sarah,” a voice called behind her.

Her eyes widened in surprise. She just heard his voice. “Ranki?” Sarah turned to see her friend, Ranki, who hadn’t been to school for months. She was very curious as to where he’s been and, especially since his absence began, she’s been thinking more and more of him. He seemed different somehow, the Trianni(1) teen. “Where have you been, Ranki?” she asked, walking closer to him.

Ranki gave no response; he just looked at Sarah, and looked at her hard. “I’ve been here and there,” he answered. His tail had begun to swish slowly behind him as his ears stood in a normal position. “But I have something to show you, Sarah. A new trick, if you will.”

Sarah smiled. She always loved watching Ranki’s tricks. He once showed her his ability to jump while in mid-air, and how he could run along walls and stop while remaining on the wall. Many others were remembered by Sarah, but she was curious about this new trick. “Okay, show me,” she said, stepping back to give him space.

Suddenly, he grinned, showing his sharp teeth. Normally, his teeth were sharp, but not as sharp as they are now. “Well, I can’t show you outside, Sarah,” he responded. “I’ll show you over at my place.” Without waiting for a response from the human girl, Ranki turned and headed for his home.

Sarah had been there once, but only when they had first met as study partners. That was nearly two years ago, so it might’ve changed a bit from what she remembered. She quickly followed her friend closely behind, watching his tail. She was always fascinated by his tail. Not necessarily his tail, but Trianni tails in general to be more accurate. ”I wonder what it’s like to have a tail,” she thought, imagining herself with a tail like that. “What’s this trick like, Ranki?” Sarah finally asked. The Trianni gave no response; just continued to walk. “Ranki?” she repeated.

“You’ll find out when we get there, Sarah,” his response came.

Sarah became a little suspicious. Something was different about her friend of two years. She wasn’t sure what, but Ranki wasn’t acting like… well, Ranki. But she trusted him with her life, so she knew nothing would come of this visit to his home.

Ranki pushed the door open to his bedroom and stepped in. “Come on, Sarah. Inside,” he said, holding the door for her.

She stepped inside, and the blinds were drawn in such a way that multiple rays of light were cast against the interior. She looked to Ranki then proceeded into the room. “So, are you going to show me this trick, Ranki?” Sarah asked, smiling, as she took a seat on the edge of his bed.

“Take off your clothes,” he said rather darkly. He was looking at her with a different glint in his eyes. They were cold now.

Sarah squint her eyes, as if she thought she heard him wrong. “I’m sorry,” she began, “what did you say?”

“I said to take off your clothes, Sarah,” Ranki repeated, darker than the last time, and shut the door.

She didn’t know what she should do. Shuffling nervously, she looked to Ranki and smiled weakly. “I thought you were going to show me a trick?”

His eyes arched further down into a leer. “Your clothes have to come off for it to work. Now, quit your stalling and take off your clothes.” He sounded pretty angry at that point. His eyes weren’t the only indication of frustration about him.

Sarah rubbed her arm in a vertical motion and began to pull off her jacket, showing her neatly buttoned white blouse, which she unbuttoned straight away. With a considerable amount of blush on her face, she pulled it off. Her bra wasn’t too fancy, just a simple white piece to keep her pert breasts from moving. Trembling, her hands made their way to her denim skirt and began to pull it down to her ankles. Like her bra, her panties were a very plain white pair and did their job perfectly. Sarah kicked her shoes off, and pulled off her socks, and stopped, looking to Ranki with large blue eyes and a beet red face. “N-now what, Ranki?” she asked, shakily.

He shook his head and pointed to both articles of her underwear. “I meant strip down completely; take those off too,” he demanded.

She flinched. What does Ranki’s trick have to do with her being naked? Further, why was Ranki so demanding of it? Something wasn’t right. “B-but, Ranki—”

Sarah was cut off by a growl from Ranki. “Remove them, Sarah!” he shouted.

Flinching again, she reached around behind her and unclipped her bra. She dropped it unceremoniously with her other clothes. Very swiftly, she dropped her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them. Now she stood before Ranki completely naked. Her meticulously trimmed pubic mound was visible to the eyes of another, unexpected, individual aside from her own. Bashfully, she covered the triangular blonde patch with her left hand, and brought her right up to cover her pink nipples topped on her lightly tanned breasts. “O-okay… T-totally nude now, R-Ranki,” she managed, shaking visibly from her embarrassment.

Ranki grinned as he began to strip down himself. First his shirt; he tossed it off over his head to expose to Sarah his muscular chest and six-pack abs. Though she was shocked, she couldn’t help but stare. Followed after, he removed the belt at his waist and unbuttoned the jeans he was wearing, swiftly pulling them down after. Finally, he slipped out of his boxer shorts. Sarah took no time in looking down to his manhood. Barely fully erected, yet she guessed it was seven inches in length. The beet redness of her face had doubled. His member twitched. “Like what you see, Sarah?” he asked, mockingly. She shook off her mesmerized state and looked back to his eyes, her face contorting in fear.

Ranki began making his way to her. She was frightened at this point. If she didn’t know better, she’d say he was fixing to rape her with his lengthy shaft. “R-Ranki, w-what are you doing?” she gasped.

“Showing you a very special trick of mine,” he responded and made his way for her. His erection had lengthened a bit, now at nine full inches, and apparently growing longer and wider. He took it in his hand and began to stroke it a bit. “Sarah, this may come as no surprise now,” Ranki began, “but I’m going to rape you. I’ve been lusting after you for so long now, and I’ve just about had it,” he said, smirking still. His member had grown to eleven inches long and about 2 and a half around, and it just now began to stop. “I’m getting my full 12 inches into you, and you’re going to enjoy it.” With his penis at full erection, he pushed Sarah onto the bed.

Immediately, she closed her legs tightly, protecting her maidenhood from his monster of a penis. “R-Ranki! Stop! I’ll call the police!” she shouted. “Y-you’re supposed to be my friend! Why are you doing this?” she added, eyes forming tears.

“Shut up!,” he yelled to her and pulled her legs apart, showing her glistening lips. “I can tell you’re more than slightly aroused,” Ranki teased, smirking at her. She blushed more and looked away, almost forgetting that she was about to be raped, and a part of herself will be torn away forever. “Resistance will only make me want it more, Sarah. You’re too smart to struggle.” He climbed on top of her and looked into her fearful blue eyes with his cold green eyes. While he smiled lustfully, Sarah was frightened of the incoming penetration.

Very smoothly, he thrust into her. She gasped, feeling a fullness in her vagina, followed by her screaming out in agony as the member violated her. He pulled out slightly, letting the pressure out of her, and thrust in again, going much further. Sarah moaned in both pleasure and pain. Having not had sex, she had never experienced something so painful, yet and the same time pleasurable. In and out he went, pushing further and further as he penetrated her. He felt the membrane against the head of his penis and he grinned. “N-no,” she gasped. “I-I’m w-waiting,” she begged.

“Not anymore,” Ranki said as he pulled out just a bit. “That delicious cherry,” he began and positioned himself, to Sarah’s dismay, “is all mine!” With that, he rammed into her, filling her up with his entire 12 inches somehow. She screamed and arched her back up. Hot tears now began to flow. She was no longer a virgin and could no longer give her maidenhood to one she truly loved. Instead, her friend Ranki took it without so much as a care. She sobbed, feeling him continuing to thrust in and out of her. “Ooh, yes, you’re so tight,” Ranki moaned.

When she looked up at his face, his skin seemed a bit darker and his once scarlet hair had become more of a dark shade. His eyes were now in a space between green and yellow, and his hands at her hips seemed more powerful. “R-Ranki, w-what’s happening to you?” Sarah asked as she was pulled in more. Immediately after, she moaned as pleasure rippled through her lithe form.

“Part of the trick!” he shouted, his teeth now appearing to be like fangs. “And here’s the other part!” As Ranki continued to thrust into her madly, as she flailed around, moaning helplessly, he brought his fangs down against her shoulder, biting her hard, causing blood to spurt out. Overcome with more pain now, Sarah screamed with all her might. Hearing her scream sent him more to the edge. He drove his fangs further into her shoulder, relishing every bit of the moment.

“S-stop!” the human girl continued to scream tears streaming down her face. Her blood began to boil and her breathing hastens. She could feel her first orgasm tearing its way into her. Even without the pain of his manliness inside her and his fangs at her shoulder, this moment would be the single most intense moment of Sarah’s life of eighteen years. “R-Ranki!” she moaned as she neared her peak. With a great thrust and grunt, Ranki came viciously inside her, filling her with his hot seed that seemed endless to Sarah. She moaned loudly as she felt it surge through her. It was like molten lava, and she loved it. Finally, she reached her climax, spilling her juices over Ranki’s still rock hard erection.

Finished with Sarah’s body, the Trianni laughed darkly and pulled his fangs from her shoulder and licked the blood off his teeth and lips. “How was that, Sarah?” he asked with a hint of mocking in his tone and began to lick the blood off her shoulder with his slightly rough, cat-like tongue. This made her shiver. “Did you enjoy getting branded?”

She was confused. What did he mean by ‘branded’? When he finished cleaning the blood off her shoulder and stepped away, her hand immediately rubbed the bite. “What do you mean by that, Ranki?”

He laughed a bit at her as he slipped on his boxers. “You know how farmers show ownership of a cow by branding it with a branding iron,” he said, pulling his jeans on. She nodded, still not sure what he meant. “Well, let’s say that I branded you to show ownership,” the Trianni said with a smirk, tossing his shirt on.

“O-ownership?” Sarah repeated nervously, standing up. She twitched as she did as Ranki’s cum slithered down her thigh. She didn’t want to admit it, but that felt great to her. She shook her head at him. “Ranki, you do not own me. I’m leaving,” she declared and began to put her clothes back on.

Ranki’s eyes flashed. “Sit down.” Without a second thought, Sarah sat down on the foot of his bed. The look on her face said plain as day that she didn’t know why she obeyed him. “When a Trianni mates, they’re bodies sometimes get caught in the action,” he began, pacing in front of her. She noticed though that his skin was very much darker than before and his hair had turned into a deep crimson. Instead of green catty eyes, they were replaced with yellow, almost demonic eyes. Something had happened to her friend Ranki and turned him into this monster before her. Deep in the pit of her sex, she couldn’t help but feel aroused by this transformation. “Are you listening to me!?” he shouted to her. She must not have been paying attention. Sarah shook her head ‘no’ at him, eyes pleadingly looking up at him. “The blood within me began to boil as I fucked you. Because of how invigorating it felt to rape you, it turned me on all the more, until my body just went primal. My fangs sharpened and became lined with a kind of venom,” he continued from his previous statement. “This venom will enter the bloodstream of the one I bite—namely, you, Sarah—and makes them mine. The venom will create a mark on your shoulder blade. A mark that will let all Trianni know you belong to me!”

Sarah shook violently hearing that. Did she really belong to him? “N-no. You’re only trying to scare me,” she squeaked, biting her nails. “You didn’t inject any venom in me, you didn’t mark me, and I don’t belong to you.”

Ranki grinned and gestured to his restroom. “Go and check for yourself,” he said, sounding completely confident.

Without another word, Sarah stood up and darted into the bathroom. It had two mirrors, one looking right into the other. It was perfect for her to see the alleged mark on her shoulder blade. After moving her hair out of the way of her shoulder, her eyes widened in shock at the revelation. On her shoulder, right where Ranki said, was a circular mark about three inches in diameter. Within the circle was a series of black markings, forming some sort of symbol. She assumed it was the Triannic(2) symbol of his name. “Oh my god,” she gasped.

“Yes,” Ranki said as he entered the bathroom. “You are mine, Sarah.” He walked up from behind her and cupped her breasts, taking care to run his fingers over her nipples. She shuddered at the touch. “Either you’re cold, or someone’s a little too aroused for their own good.”

She shuttered again. Her sex called for him. It demanded that his manhood be thrust inside her again. Sarah stifled a moan, but her face was becoming tinted with blush. Quickly, she rolled out of his grasp. “I-it’s getting late,” she said, “My parents will be upset if I don’t get home now…”

Ranki smirked and shook his head. “Alright. Get dressed and head home.” He approached her and whispered into her ear hotly. “After you get home, go about your regular routine. As soon as you’re all done, head to your room and finger fuck yourself until you orgasm three times. After the third, you may go to bed.” He slapped her backside hard enough to leave a red handprint. Her clit pulsed with need as her posterior throbbed in pain, but she had to keep it in check until she got him. Quickly, Sarah got dressed and left Ranki’s home. He watched her as she started down the porch and smirked. “God, I’m gonna love fucking with her.”

It was a few hours later that Sarah had made her way home. Her parents didn’t question her and why she was out late. They must’ve assumed that she was doing some sort of extra curricular activity. Yeah, she was that kind of girl. She made it in time for dinner, and they ate as a family as they did on everyday occasions. Conversations sprang up about the day they’ve had, and Sarah had not felt comfortable telling them about Ranki raping her. Somewhere, deep in her mind, she didn’t even want to tell them. She knew it was wrong of him and that she should tell them, but she couldn’t. Unconsciously, her hand crept from the table and went under her skirt and between her legs. The thought of Ranki having his way with her again, and giving her another orgasm was turning her on. But as soon as her father asked her to pass the salt, she snapped out of it and returned her stray hand to the tabletop. She did as her father asked—with her other hand, of course—and conversation continued.

Just after the meal, Sarah collected the plates to do the dishes. As she went from the dining room to the kitchen sink, her mother asked her why she seemed so distant from them at the table. “N-no reason, mommy,” she answered, a little ashamed for blatantly lying to her. Though her mind was ashamed, her body seemed thrilled and a warm feeling blanketed over her sex. She fought back a moan with considerable effort. Thankfully, her mother didn’t see the blush over her face.

“I was just concerned, dear,” she responded, nodding to her daughter. “You’ve never been that quiet during dinner, so I just thought maybe something had happened at school.”

Sarah nodded and continued to wash the dishes. “Nothing at school, mom,” she responded. “I was… helping Ranki with some schoolwork.”

“So that nice Trianni boy came back to school?” her mother asked, a happy look over her face. “You were always so intrigued with him, Sarah. How do you feel seeing him again?”

Little did her mother know that Ranki wasn’t so nice anymore. Sarah nodded with a bit of blush along her cheeks—and a bit of a pulse from her clit. “I-it was nice seeing him again.” She began to wash the dishes faster. With a nod, her mother nodded and left. She had the strangest urge to flea to her room and plunge her fingers into her hungry womanhood. ”Bad thought, Sarah!” she scolded herself. The mere thought of doing it made her want it more. She pressed her thighs together as she washed the last of the glasses in the sink. It was then she felt a hot wetness against her skin. Ignoring it, she put the glass away and dashed up the stairs and into her room. Her door clicked with a lock.

Sarah gasped as she began to unbutton her blouse and toss it against the floor. Her skirt quickly followed, along with her bra. Now all that remained was her pair of white panties. As she slid them down, she had guessed they were stained with a mix of the blood from her broken membrane, Ranki’s semen and her juices and were no longer white. Pulling them off completely, she discovered her assumption was right. The wetness she felt earlier must’ve been her juices slipping out from her primal arousal. Taking no time, she ran a finger along her already wet slit and gasped. She was never this sensitive. Was it because the sex? Or was it something else… She didn’t know, and frankly she didn’t care either. She just wanted to drive her fingers inside and rub at the nub that set her body afire with orgasm.

Her finger slipped into her already well lubricated vagina, and she moaned pathetically at how good it felt. This was her first time masturbating and she didn’t know why she wanted so badly to do this. She thought of Ranki’s words. Was she doing it because he told her too? Or was it just because she had a sudden urge? Again, she didn’t care. This felt too good to care. As she slid her finger in and out, it began to lose its edge and she soon discovered she needed more than that. She went ahead and slipped another finger in her and moaned in delight. She figured if two fingers felt that good, what about three? She had to try. As she worked her fingers faster and faster, she added a third finger and she slipped further into ecstasy.

At this point, it was feeling unbelievably good. Her body was becoming coated with sweat as she worked harder and harder at her sex, becoming more and more aroused. Her other hand had found its way to her breast and began to knead it, hoping to milk some pleasure out of it. It was working as she began to moan louder and louder. Part of her hoped her parents wouldn’t hear, but another part of her wanted them to hear! The thought turned her on to heights she wouldn’t have believed if she wasn’t already there. An orgasm rampaged through her senses as her fingers became coated with a sticky fluid. Breathless, she fell backward on her bed and she slipped her sticky fingers out of her sex. Unconsciously, she licked off the juices. Strangely, after the orgasm, she was filled with a new vigor to do it again. Her leg twitched as she thought of it again. Immediately, her fingers were back to work as she moaned and arched her back against the bed. This was going to be a long night.

After her third orgasm, she breathed heavily. Her sheets were soaked and her body smelled of sex. The light casting from her lamp showed against her body as she was sweating profusely from her back-to-back-to-back masturbation. Without even covering herself, she drifted off to sleep.

Ranki sat in his dark room and pondered more about what he could do to Sarah. With a feral grin, he came up with a few things. “How devilish,” he thought aloud. His grin changed into a smirk as he imagined the thoughts taking shape. He chuckled darkly at the very idea. During his month of absence from school, he has learned many things about his culture. That there was a dark spirit lurking within him that could grant him incredible powers if he were to awaken them. This entity—this ‘Dark Trianni(3)’—intrigued him when he found that it could also give him that which he desired so much: Sarah. “The road to a Dark Trianni,” he read from a dark red leather-bound book, “is a road paved with lies, deceit and betrayal. Only if you are willing, follow this path; as there are no return routes.” He laughed evilly at that. He has lied to Sarah, and, in the end, betrayed her by taking her virginity by force, and marking her as his own possession. He was a Dark Trianni, and nothing could change that. And that is how he wanted it. He sat down on a large throne-like chair facing his window. The moon was shining full and brightly as he gazed his yellow eyes on it and laughed maniacally. Throughout the night sky, his cackle was carried about the wind.

The next morning, Sarah was awakened by a loud scream. Upon closer inspection, it was her. As she slept, her hand found her hungry sex and began rubbing it fiercely while her other hand had been groping her breast. As one set of hands teased her hard pink nipple, the other had found her clit and began to tease that as well. Unlike last night, Sarah’s body responded quickly with the rush of pleasure she was getting and climaxed over her sheets. “W-what the hell was that all about?” she gasped as she tried to catch her breath. Her behavior was becoming frightening to her, as well as arousing. She had never had any kind of urge to go into a masturbating frenzy. This was her fourth orgasm she brought herself to, and they were only becoming more and more intense. Getting up from her bed, she wanted to go in for a shower, when suddenly, her clit pulsed. She could her Ranki calling to her in her head. Another pulse and she gasped. A third and her hand flew to her sensitive nub. Sarah supported her self against the wall with one hand while the other rubbed at herself relentlessly, making her breathless with another orgasm. Just before she could reach her peak, her clit felt numb. She rubbing it desperately, but it was as if it wasn’t there. With a groan, Sarah continued to rub her clit, growing more and more impatient. She wanted this orgasm. No, she needed it. But for whatever reason, she couldn’t have it. Sighing in defeat, the poor girl headed for the shower.

In his room, Ranki smirked. The book was right. He could signal her from anywhere. With a single thought, he made Sarah’s clit pulse with need and desire, and then suddenly become null. “What a wonderful feeling of control,” he said with a smirk. He wondered what else he could do with the poor unaware girl. It made him erect with excitement.

While in the shower, Sarah finished washing her long hair carefully, making sure to get the sweat out of it. With that done, she took the soap and began to wash her body free of the layer of salty sweat that had built up overnight. As she ran her hand over her nipple, it sent her spine into a shiver. Her clit pulsed with life once again as it begged for Sarah’s touch. She moaned as she soaped her breasts, caressing and groping them as her clit pulsed with more and more need. To her surprise, she couldn’t stop fondling her perky breasts. Grope, grab and pinch. She couldn’t stop herself. She knew her vagina was hungry—no, starving—for attention, but she was forced to ignore it as it grew more and more impatient. Her nipples were hurting from the pinching, but her hands seemed like they had a mind of their own. Sarah moaned helplessly as it felt like her nipples were becoming more sensitive as time passed. “O-ooh!” she moaned as they grew more erect. “O-ooooh, ooh!” she moaned again. “O-oooh, fuck!”

A light knock came at the door and her mom’s voice came through. “Sarah? Honey, are you alright?” she asked, worry in her tone. Never before had she heard such language from her daughter.

“I-I’m fine, m-mom!” the helpless girl said, trying desperately not to moan. Her nipples continuously grew more and more sensitive and her clit became more and more hungry. She would lose her mind if she didn’t reach orgasm soon. In an instant, it all stopped. Her nipples felt numb from her pinching and pulling and her clit fell numb again. Gasping in breath, she quickly finished up soaping her body, rinsed off and dried herself. ”Mom heard me!” she thought in disgust of herself. While still in the bathroom, she pulled on a fresh blouse and buttoned it neatly, unconsciously leaving a few buttons on top unbuttoned. She threw on a skirt, slipped on her socks and shoes and dashed out of the house with her bag and other school things. What she forgot, and didn’t think about, were her bra and panties.

With another laugh, Ranki smirked at what he had done. He could even control what she can or can’t do. “Today will be a day that lasts forever,” he chuckled and brushed his mane of crimson red hair with his hand and gave the mirror an evil, fanged smile. A thought crossed his mind, but he wasn’t sure if it was going to work. “Worth a try when she gets here,” he thought aloud.

Sarah had been running for a good fifteen minutes when she realized that the school building was in the other direction. Even after this realization, she continued to run. It was like an unseen force was leading her somewhere. The area looked vaguely familiar to her somehow; like she had been there before. “What’s going on?” she asked herself as she continued to run. This was getting more and more strange. First was her sudden urge to masturbate repeatedly, the next was her orgasm waking her up, followed by her clit and nipples sudden pulse of sensitivity, and finally her heading in the opposite direction of school. Something wasn’t right, and she knew it. Just what was the problem, she had no idea. She made her way to a familiar door and ran straight up to it. Just as she was about to knock, the door opened. Someone was expecting her…

“Hello, Sarah,” Ranki greeted her with his standard fanged smile.

She shivered at the sight of his fangs. “R-Ranki, what’s happening? Why am I here? Why did I hear your voice in my head, and why am I masturbating like a hooker in heat?” Her questions were rapid and frantic. She hoped Ranki knew the answer, but then, she was also hoping he didn’t. If he did know, it would be strange to her. How could he know? Unless it had to do with that mark he put on her…

Instead of answering right away, he laughed darkly, narrowing his eyes on her. She squirmed with arousal at his stare, and he knew it. Without a word, he stepped aside and let Sarah walk into his living room. “Sit,” he commanded, pointing to a black leather couch. Without any kind of refusal, Sarah sat cross legged on the sofa, hoping he couldn’t see she wasn’t wearing panties. “Now, one question at a time, Sarah: ask me one of them again.”

Sarah looked away and crossed her arms. With a swallow, her first answer came. “Why am I here?”

“Because I willed you to come here,” Ranki answered.

Flinching, she started to sweat. Deep in her, she knew that was true. But why was that? “W-what’s happening?”

“The mark, Sarah,” the Trianni said, looking straight into her eyes. “The Trianni mark; I already explained it. It marks you as my property.” She began to shake. “I can do what I want with my property, right? So, it only makes sense that I can do what I want to you.” With his explanation done, he loomed over her with a smirk, his erection evident in his pants.

Sarah shook again, more violently. “W-why am I masturbating this much?” she asked, fear in her voice.

He laughed at her. “Because you’re so aroused by this whole thing, Sarah!” She didn’t budge. “Even now, you’re shivering: It’s not because of fear, it’s because you’re aroused and want to masturbate.”

“N-no,” she managed, looking down to her lap in shame.

He approached her and tilted her chin up to look at him. “Yes,” he said as he pushed her leg down. Immediately, she spread her legs. “Go ahead,” he stated simply with a smirk, “Jam your fingers in your hot, wet pussy!”

Instantly, her hands flew under her skirt and began to masturbate furiously. She was wet. Wetter than she was last night. Wetter than she was this morning. Wetter than she was while the shower. She was so very wet that it was beginning to spill down the couch, and her fingers continued to push in and out faster and faster. She arched her back with a powerful moan as her other hand grabbed her breast through the blouse.

“Yes, that’s it, Sarah. Fuck yourself like the horny slut you are,” Ranki said to her as she continued to masturbate. “After you orgasm, you will fall asleep and not wake up until I command you to do so. Meow if you understand.”

She didn’t want this to happen to her. She wasn’t some horny slut, she was a good girl. But her willpower was no match for his Trianni powers. Her mouth opened as she plunged her fingers further into herself. ”No! No! Don’t do it, Sarah!” she begged herself. Her mind was betrayed. She meowed. She meowed long and desperately as her fingers pushed further inside her. Sarah knew it wasn’t what she should have done, but it felt great doing it just once. So, she meowed again, more desperately than the last. “Meow! Meow! Meow, meow, meow!” she repeated as she got more and more aroused. Her meowing was exciting her clit as she rubbed it harder. She couldn’t hold it back. She arched her back far, jutting her chest out and causing her hard nipples to poke up, and came harder than she had when she woke up. Her body relaxed as she slid further down the sofa, gave one last meow and closed her eyes.

As she slept, Ranki grinned. He had so many things in store for the poor girl. But what should he do first? He’ll have to think about that. Lucky for him, he had all the time in the world.