The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

‘Descent’

(mc, f/f, nc)

DISCLAIMER:

This material is for adults only; it contains explicit sexual imagery and non-consensual relationships. If you are offended by this type of material or you are under legal age in your area, do NOT continue.

INTRO COMMENTS:

I wrote this with one hand. Not for the reason you may think. Also, the story has been significantly improved by the generous efforts of an editor—you know who you are. Thank you, for everything.

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‘Descent’

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Ekateryn moved along the skies, and the clouds glowed with her passing.

It was a mop-up patrol, just as it had been for the last three weeks. Since the battle, the Cohort had moved on, in accordance with the Will, leaving Ekateryn and a handful of other Elohim to run to ground any scattered remnants of the Dark Queen’s army.

She was not the lowest of the Cohort, although hardly among the Exalted. Not that that mattered to her—all that mattered was the Glory of the Will, and her duty to it. Nor did she mind being left as a glorified cleaner, hunting the few Darklings which had been able to flee from the victorious power of the Cohort, from the battlefield that so recently saw the victory and the burning purity of the Agents of the Will.

At least, she didn’t mind much. During the battle, she had shone like a beacon, and was confident that some among the Exalted had seen her, crashing over and vanquishing their foes. Seen her, and made note.

Regardless of her value in battle, however, here she was, sweeping the mountains north of the battlefield, while the main body of the Cohort had moved on to Lutetia. Three weeks, and she had found only a pair of Darkling Rooters and various bands of humans. None of them had been worth the effort it took to destroy them.

Perhaps the Exalted had not seen her, casting down the enemies of the Will. Perhaps they thought her merely—wait.

In a small vale, almost wholly hidden by the steep slopes of the mountains, there was Dark.

Ekateryn flew towards it. She quickened at the thought of a battle—there was definitely a Dark creature, here. Those of the Will could see the creatures of the Dark even were they on the moon. However, there were magics they could use to hide themselves—and this one was flickering oddly. Ekateryn increased her speed, eager to catch it before it might escape.

Eager, and unafraid. She was not among the Exalted, but among the Cohort she knew her power to be great, and not matched by any of the Dark who might be left in these parts. She reached the vale, and descended from the clouds, her light announcing her glorious presence. Below her, the Dark presence solidified in her eyes. Her nostrils gave the slightest eager twitch as she realized that what was below was as powerful as an Umbral, or a Hag-Bui. Not as powerful as she was, but certainly something with some fight in it. Her hands took solid hold of her glowing staff.

The vale was barely there, a niche in the side of a rocky mountain that perhaps two dozen trees had made their home. She drifted down among them, feet coming to rest on the untrodden cushion of old pine needles. The Dark thing was just ahead of her, in a small cave. Staff in one hand, she walked in.

The cave was not deep, and her light filled it. At the back, across a flat pond of meltwater, was the Darkling, cowering.

A Velthling.

It had the body of a woman, tall and well-formed. What clothing it wore was a glossy black. Ekateryn could sense the aura of sensuous corruption it emitted—dangerous to mortals, of course, but not to her. Her lip curled in scorn.

A tempter, not a fighter.

The Velthling was dressed like all of its kind, half clothed and half not. This one had a single leg in a skin-tight black legging, and the arm on that side in a matching skin-tight black sleeve. Its midriff and right arm were bare, as was its right leg above the high-heeled boot it wore. Its breasts were bound to its chest by a single wide strip of black, very tight but of a material that showed its ample curves.

And, like all Velthlings, it wore a tight black hood, only its nose and mouth visible, the stamp of the Dark Queen on the front where the eyes once were.

Ekateryn considered. Velthlings were slave creatures, rarely found without a stronger mind to guide them. Carefully, one eye on the cowering creature in front of her, she mentally scanned the area, searching for another Dark presence. She took her time—with her blocking the cave mouth, this filth wasn’t going anywhere.

There was nothing around. This Velthling must have been among the Dark Host, and somehow managed to scurry away while its fellows were destroyed. Ekateryn wondered how it had eluded the Cohort. Velthlings had almost no will of their own. Without a master to guide it, it would have been passive and helpless. Perhaps the master had fled, leaving it behind.

Then she considered no longer, and raised her staff to blast it into ash.

The staff was knocked from her hand.

She barely had time to gasp as chains flew at her, snaking around her arms, knotting around her legs—with a painful jerk, she was pulled from her feet into the air. Her staff clattered off a wall and onto the floor as she hung in the cave mouth, spread-eagled.

Frantic, Ekateryn whipped her head around. She strained against the chains, fought to turn around, to discover what had snared her, but she was totally immobile, limbs tightly bound. What could be doing this? She had checked for any creatures of the Dark—there was nothing powerful enough to bind her that she wouldn’t have sensed! She craned her head around as far as possible, desperate to view her captor, but could see only the pine trees and the hillside.

She looked back at the Velthling. Impossible. It could not have done this. It hadn’t the power. That much was certain.

Flexing, Ekateryn pulled at the chains, focusing her power to break free, but they remained firm. She couldn’t move her limbs so much as an inch. Whatever held her, it was as strong as she.

The Velthling hissed, a broken exhalation that Ekateryn realized was soft laughter.

Then it came towards her.

Ekateryn stared at it as it approached; if she could have burned it down with her gaze, it would have been ash a hundred times over. It, of course, could not see her, but Velthlings did not need to see to find their prey, and in a trice it was standing in front of her.

It reached for her neck, hooked its fingers into her vestments, and pulled.

The fabric tore as though it was paper—although they appeared human, Velthlings were soaked deeply in the Dark, and deceptively strong. Despite herself, Ekateryn shrieked. She strained against the chains once more, desperate, and once more failed to move them.

All she wore now, aside from her helmet, her stockings and boots, and the torn remains of her sleeves, was a small undergarment. Her upper torso was wholly naked.

The Velthling curled a hand around the waistband, and flexed.

“Stop,” a voice said from behind Ekateryn. “Step away.”

The Velthling hissed. With obvious reluctance, it released her undergarment, and backed away.

Ekateryn craned her neck to see who was behind her, and relief washed over her. It was Tylenia, a Sister Eloha of the Cohort. She had been saved.

Tylenia smiled a crooked smile as she stepped under the chains and into the cave, driving the Velthling back.

“Well,” Tylenia said speculatively, turning to face Ekateryn, “well. Isn’t this interesting?”

“Thank the Will you are here,” Ekateryn said, voice laden with emotion. “But be careful—there is another Darkling about, one which disguised itself and caught me in these chains.”

“Yes,” Tylenia said, “I know.”

“You found it? Then free me, that I may destroy this one.”

“Sorry,” Tylenia said, “I can’t really do that. This Velthling has something for me.”

“What?” Ekateryn stared in confusion.

“Come here,” Tylenia said to the Velthling, which was standing fearfully several paces away. “Give it to me.”

The Velthling, tentative, slinking, approached Tylenia, and from around its thigh unbuckled a leather strip.

It was a collar.

Tylenia took it, and looked at it in her hands. She turned it over. The inside was a solid curve of runes, writ in the same hand as the sigil on the Velthling’s hood. Tylenia ran a finger along them. Then she looked up at Ekateryn. Then she looked outside the cave.

“Come in here,” she said.

A second Velthling, this one dressed in black boots and gloves, with a strap hitched up across its crotch, wearing nothing else but the hood with its mistress’ seal, crept into the cave.

“Here’s your second Velthling,” Tylenia said.

“T... Tylenia?” Ekateryn managed. “What is going on?”

Tylenia stared at her blankly for a moment, then smiled. She looked down at the first Velthling, crouched in front of her, and handed the collar back to it.

“Put it on me,” she said.

Ekateryn gasped. “Tylenia!”

Tylenia knelt on the cave floor, and the Velthling stepped up to her. Slowly, it put the collar around her neck, then cinched it tight. Tylenia gasped, a loud sound that slowly transmuted itself into a hiss.

A moment passed. Then she stood, head bowed, eyes closed. As Ekateryn stared in horror, Tylenia’s head rolled back up, and she sucked in a noisy breath. Her eyes snapped open.

“Tylenia,” Ekateryn said, “What have you done?”

“What I’ve wanted to do for a very long time,” Tylenia replied, looking up at the bound Ekateryn. “Given myself to the Queen. Made myself Her thrall.” The collar tight on her neck, her voice had deepened, a rasp in it tainting the former pure tone.

“But why?”

Tylenia laughed lightly, and the rumble in her voice spoke of corruption. “Because it feels good, you idiot,” she said. “I’m tired of the sterile joy of duty. I want pleasure for my service, pleasure such as only the Dark Queen offers.”

“Oh, no, Tylenia...” Ekateryn said.

Tylenia chuckled again. “Save your pity,” she said. “I know exactly what I’ve gotten into. I must obey the Queen in all things, forever. And I’m ready to do exactly that. You just don’t know how good She can make it feel, Ekateryn. I have given myself to Her totally, to use as She sees fit. She owns me now, body and soul.”

The Velthlings were hissing their approval. Ekateryn had nothing to say. Could say nothing. Tylenia cocked an eyebrow at her.

“How about you, Ekateryn? You were the best of us all on the field of battle. But you will never advance any farther than you are now, with the Cohort. ‘To each their station’, right?” Tylenia, eyes fixed on her, shook her head slowly.

“No matter how well you serve the Will, no matter how much you exalt the Name, you will always be what you are now. The Exalted were created that way, just as you were created to be a lowly soldier. You know it’s true. I know it bothers you.”

Tylenia licked her lips. “But it wouldn’t be that way if you joined my Queen. My Mistress knows the worth of all of Her creatures. You would advance, be given command, rank, station. Be exalted among the armies of the Dark.”

Ekateryn managed a sneer. “Better to be a slave than to be exalted among the Dark. In any case, after our recent victory, there isn’t much left of the Dark to be exalted by.”

“The Dark is more powerful than you think,” Tylenia said. “More powerful by far. It was foolish of Lord Bythus to attempt a confrontation like that. He met the end he deserved.”

Tylenia stretched, slowly, languorously. She looked down at the Velthling by her side. “The power of the Dark,” she said, “is in its attraction, not its sheer strength.” Laying a hand on the Velthling’s head, she stroked the smooth blackness of the hood. The Velthling hissed softly. “The Dark need not take. The Dark has only to lure, and we will give ourselves to it.” She smiled. “Our strength becomes Hers.”

“And now is the best time to give oneself to the Queen, when the victory of the Dark seems—to fools—less certain, and the rewards of those loyal to Her will be great.”

Tylenia looked up at her again, and Ekateryn gasped. The formerly pale blue eyes of her sister Eloha were changing, jet black swirling into them like corrupt water from a deep well. Ekateryn stared as Tylenia’s blue eyes twisted, the pale blue draining away. Where they had been, shiny black pearls glittered, cold and blank.

“Yes,” Tylenia said, eagerly, “I can see it in your eyes. I am already changing. I told you, I have given myself to Her utterly.”

“Tylenia,” Ekateryn said, “You are... you are becoming...”

“Oh yes.” Tylenia ran her hands over her body. “Such is my reward for my treachery, and I love Her for it.”

Raising a hand, Tylenia removed her helmet, casting it to a far corner of the cave. She shook out her hair, and as she did the fiery red mane turned black, darkness welling up at the roots and racing along each hair. In only a moment Tylenia’s hair was jet black, glossy and full. She ran a hand through it.

“Words cannot express how good corruption feels,” Tylenia said, breathing heavily. “Will you join me, Ekateryn? Serve Her, and live in the ecstasy of obedience?”

Ekateryn stared at her, eyes full of sorrow.

“Never.”

Tylenia shook her head. “I thought not. But I wanted you to have a chance to join the Niflohim, as I have. To be a master of some.” She looked down at the Velthlings, crouched now on either side of her. She stroked their tightly-bound heads. “Of such as these. We were sisters once, and I owed you that.

But...” Tylenia leered at her.

“But now I, eager slave to my Queen, find myself with a bound Eloha, and two hungry Velthlings.” She cocked a now-black eyebrow. “Whatever shall I do?”

“Please,” Ekateryn said, shaking her head, cheeks drained of color. “For the memory of who you were. Please.”

Tylenia stepped to her, looked up into her eyes with the inky pools her own eyes had become. She smiled. “Sorry,” she said. “It really was too bad for you that you had to intrude on my defection.” Suddenly, she grabbed Ekateryn’s undergarment, and tore it away.

Tylenia turned, gesturing at the Velthling who had just bound her in the Dark Queen’s collar.

“Do her.”

The Velthling stepped up eagerly, and from its mouth emerged the gift of its Dark Queen. The tongue of a Velthling was a thick thing, round and covered in bumps. And long. Far too long for speech. Far too long to have ever been in a woman’s mouth.

The thin tip of this one’s tongue slid out, dripping saliva, followed by a foot of rounded flesh. Ekateryn bucked futilely as it put a hand on her inner thigh, leaned forward, and inhaled deeply.

“You know,” Tylenia commented, “I believe there is some truth to the rumor that we Elohim come from humans. Sorry, ‘you’ Elohim. After all, the higher orders of the Cohort are sexless. Whereas you, quite obviously, are not.”

Ekateryn was breathing hard, her whole body tense, as the Velthling let its tongue wave and curl teasingly in front of her exposed pussy. She twitched as it ran its other hand through the thick orange tuft of hair above her unfurred lips below.

Then it stuck its tongue into her.

Ekateryn cried out, as the Velthling’s tongue burrowed in, flickering. The tapered tip wormed its way deeply into her, followed by its thickening length, until the Velthling’s lips were pushed against hers. Tears rolled down Ekateryn’s cheeks.

Inside her, the tongue was alive, coiling and stroking, and the Velthling’s lips were rubbing her slit. Each time the soft upper lip bumped against her clit, Ekateryn jerked. She was still wailing, but her wails were slowly changing into a deeper, more rhythmic sound.

Time stretched by, as sensations flooded Ekateryn’s stunned brain. Of course, she had never... never...

She was panting now, mouth open and slack. She looked down and could see only the leather-bound head of the Velthling, the flesh of its nose just visible through her own red-furred mound. The tongue pushed an inch further into her, and Ekateryn rolled her head back and moaned louder.

The second Velthling stuck its tongue in her mouth.

Ekateryn’s eyes widened, as the Velthling’s tongue slid down her throat until their lips met. Her own tongue fought against the intruder.

At least, she prayed that it was fighting.

Because she was getting terribly, terribly aroused.

She had never had sex. Elohim never even considered carnal needs. But even in her pleasure-blurred mind Ekateryn realized that what was welling up within her, threatening to take control, was lust. Dark, pure lust. And she had thought herself immune to the Velthlings. On the contrary, she was well on the way to being theirs...

Ekateryn moaned and the tears on her cheeks were not from despair. She had a Velthling at each end, and the tongue in her snatch was writhing and licking her inside and it felt soooo goood...

Tylenia was masturbating. Ekateryn’s eyes had flicked across her seated form, then sprang back to stare when she realized what Tylenia was doing. Her eyes were drawn to the flat black gleam of Tylenia’s. The night-haired convert smiled at her from under those eyes, and slid a second finger into her snatch.

Ekateryn couldn’t help but stare as Tylenia played with her wet slit. The Velthling’s tongue turned in her mouth as it slid its body around behind her. Its nipples brushed her bare back, and she shuddered.

Then the tongue withdrew, Ekateryn’s lips clinging to it. Saliva ran down either corner of her mouth, dribbling down her neck. A finger slid into her mouth, replacing the tongue, and she sucked on it.

She was lost, she knew it, but it felt so good, now, that she didn’t care. The tongue in her pussy was in control, and she would do what it demanded. She felt the tip flick, deep inside her, and bucked as her pleasure spiked even higher.

The finger slid out of her mouth, and across her cheek. A pair of hands took hold of her small, high breasts, kneading them, and Ekateryn bucked again.

Then a tongue wormed its way up her ass.

Her eyes flew open again, only to roll back in her head as she moaned in ecstasy. It was so vile, so degrading—and it felt so good. She flexed her ass cheeks open wider, as the tongue burrowed up inside.

She didn’t hear a voice say “Yes, My Queen,” or see Tylenia, a spark in her black eyes, take hold of something that had appeared beside her.

Ekateryn was lost, tongues inside her front and back, eyes rolled up in her head, unseeing, hips bucking, pleasure overriding all thought. A second pair of hands gently brushed her cheeks. Her helmet was lifted off.

“Close your eyes,” Tylenia said in her ear.

With effort, she rolled her eyes down, disobediently, to see what was being held in front of her face.

A black hood.

A Velthling’s black hood.

She began to speak, then gasped as the tongues within her turned, corkscrewing inside, robbing her of speech as she gave voice to her ecstasy. The hood moved towards her face.

“Close your eyes.”

She closed her eyes.

The hood was taut against her face, holding her eyes shut. It was pulled over and back until her entire head, save only her nose and mouth, was tightly bound.

Tylenia, now behind her, began incanting as she laced it up. The hood pulled tighter and tighter with each lace, until the last one burned off in a flash and the back of the hood became seamless black.

Ekateryn’s golden red hair, protruding from beneath the hood, broke off and drifted to the floor.

Ekateryn felt her thoughts dull. The hood was shrinking her mind, sealing it up, tightening over it as it had tightened over her head. She could feel her mind shriveling, her memories crumpling and disappearing, but she was too distracted by the tongues inside her to even know what thoughts they were. And too aroused, bucking and moaning, tongues inside her, to care.

Someone was whispering in her ear, telling her things to say.

She said them.

“I give myself entirely to the Dark Queen.”

“I belong to her, body and mind and immortal soul, forever.”

“I swear my eternal obedience to her, to remake as she sees fit.”

“Mistress, I am open to you. Take me.”

There was a sudden pain, a burning across the bridge of her nose and over her eyes, and a smell of burned flesh.

Then there was quiet. With wet slurping sounds, the tongues inside her withdrew, leaving her feeling hollow.

Dripping, empty, she hung from the chains that had bound an angel.

“Go to the village,” she heard the Niflohu say. “I will join you there presently.” She smelled the two Velthlings leaving, and then she was alone with the Niflohu. She sensed it wave its hand.

With a rattle, the chains released her, and she dropped to her feet.

“On your knees.”

She obeyed.

Then there was the smell of pussy, just in front of her face. Her mouth opened involuntarily, but she stopped it. She had not been commanded.

“You may,” the Niflohu said.

With vigor, she stuck out her tongue, lapping at the slick wet folds. The taste... it was as though she had been born for it. It was nectar, it was honey, it was ambrosia. Her whole mouth pushed into the lips before her, and she strained to work her tongue inside the source of her need.

The Niflohu that she was adoring began to incant, but in no language that she recognized.

Suddenly, her tongue began to swell. Eagerly, happily, she pushed it deeper into the pussy she was sucking on. It grew, and grew, and became more mobile and flexible, until she could undulate it inside. She did.

The chanting stopped, although she continued to service the snatch she was attached to. She felt the Niflohu shudder, and cum.

“Thank you, my Queen,” the Niflohu said, breathlessly.

A hand pushed on her forehead, and she reluctantly allowed her tongue to slide out of the cunt she had been enjoying. Sensing that she was to receive commands, she slid it back into her mouth.

“We must find you some more suitable garments,” the Niflohu said. “And we have a lot more recruiting to do.” She walked to the cave mouth.

“Come,” she said.

The Velthling hissed eagerly, and scampered after her.

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END ‘Descent’

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