The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Lynx party was, as expected, in full swing when Kyle arrived. The very jungle region itself seemed to bob and sway with the loud raucous beat of drums and music, easily heard from miles around. Arriving at the Guild hall, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony; as her parties had the reputation of being compared to a ‘bacchanal’ from the ancient Greeks, the Guildmaster has apparently embraced the idea and gone with the theme. Everyone was dressed in a Greek style togas, long white lines of cloth that left little to the imagination, strappy sandals, and laurel wreaths on their heads. Aside from the fact that nearly all of the Guild members were lightly furred anthropomorphic felines, the scene looked exactly like what you would have expected an ancient Greek celebration to look like.

“Greetings, traveler!” an attractive woman spoke as he approached. Kyle took a moment to gawk at her, barely resisting the urge to whistle in appreciation. Fully human, with long slightly curled red hair, and pale skin, she was bedecked as a Greek slave girl, with bronze bracelets and anklets and a heavy ornate collar instead of the usual circlet of olive leaves. Her green eyes were downcast slightly in subservience, but the little twist of her lips denoted the amusement and pleasure she felt at his gaze. It took Kyle a moment to register where he’d seen her before, and he nearly did a double-take as he recognized the serving girl as the Guildmaster’s second in command, Serena!

“Se... serena?” he sputtered, as she laughed, nodding her head. “Ah, um... nice to see you again,” he managed, blushing heatedly. “I, uh... didn’t expect to see the Guildmaster Crayfellow’s right hand man, er, woman, playing the part of a mere servant...”

“Well, it is a theme party after all,” she said demurely, still grinning. “A number of other members are serving refreshments and drinks to the partygoers, and, as we were a bit shorthanded, I volunteered to help out. And as for the, um, slave girl garb,” she said, gesturing to her tight curved figure, “I just decided to get into the spirit of things!”

Kyle chuckled. “Well, you certainly have!” He glanced around, musing. “So, it seems to be a pretty open party. I don’t see any guards around, and the gates are all open. No armor, no weapons... unless you all have something concealed in those togas really really well. What are you doing for security? With the Viridian Suns recent ambush, I’d think you guys would be a little more concerned...”

“Oh, we have guards around,” she replied enigmatically, turning back towards the hallway entrance. “Plus the Guildmaster has the entire hall covered in defensive and tracking spells. Everyone is greeted at the entrance, and all weapons are confiscated before they are allowed to enter. Speaking of which,” she said, gesturing to the large heavy wooden crate by the front gate. “I know you’re the guest of honor, and all, but... well...”

“Of course,” Kyle said easily, unstrapping the sheath from his back, handing it over. “This is a party, after all. Just make sure I get it back afterwards... it’s one of a kind.”

“Of course, noble sir, rest assure your valuable will be safe. And now,” Serena replied with a giggle, stepping back to bow politely, “please, enter and enjoy our hospitality! And Paaaarrrrty!”

Stepping through the gate, Kyle felt a strong tingle, as the different layers of spells protecting the building washed over him. He was acutely aware that his inventory and item menu had been scanned for dangerous or hidden items, nothing too invasive, but an impressive trick nonetheless. Continuing on, he was taken aback at the blast of music and voices, as the entire building seemed to be overflowing with scantily clad people of all kinds, talking, drinking, eating, and dancing. Not quite used to such a throng of people, he made his way through the party goers, moving mostly unnoticed, until, reaching the closest snack table, he reached for a cup of wine.

“HEY!! Is that the guest of honor I see there in the back?” a loud bubbly voice shouted, causing the music and voices to momentarily pause. At the front of the hall, sitting lithely atop a large bed of cushions, Honor Crayfellow herself, dressed in a thin, nearly transparent swath of white silken clothe and golden trim stood up, and made her way towards her. Dressed like the goddess Aphrodite, the crowd parted in her passing like a wave, until she stood before him, grinning like an excited three year old. “KYLE! It IS you!” she said, pulling him into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you could make it!” Turning to face the crowd, she introduced him. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the man of the hour, the hero of Snow Peak, and the man who personally saved yours truly from a Viridian Sun ambush—Kyle Shadowchaser!”

The crowd began to clap loudly, several of the women in attendance whistling in appreciation, and, he noted drily, something more. Again, not used to the attention, and certainly not at this level, he briefly considered using a teleport crystal and getting the hell out of Dodge, when Honor grabbed him by the arm, pulling her back towards the front of the hall. “Come on, Hero,” she said gleefully, oblivious to his discomfort, “come and sit with me up front! There’s so much we need to talk about! I want to know all about you, where you come from, how you got so strong, whether or not you have a girlfriend—everything!” Groaning inwardly, Kyle acquiesced, letting himself be shanghaied, all the while wondering whatever could have possessed him to come to this party...

What in the world could have possessed him to go to that stupid party? Anadriel Shalandreal fumed, pacing around in her private chambers, in barely contained rage. Cavorting around with that raven-haired bimbo slut... of course he WOULD have a thing for cat-girls, she groused. Why wouldn’t he? Everyone knows about their ‘libido issues’... what’s that old saying? ‘Once you go cat, you never go back’? Hmph. Well fine... is that’s what Kyle likes in a woman, a stupid, brainless floozy, then good! They deserve each other! He just better not come crawling back here later on looking for a shoulder to cry on when little miss Honor finds some OTHER tall dark handsome stranger to scratch her itch...

She paused, scowling deeper. Damn... I just called him ‘handsome’. Well... I suppose he’s not... bad on the eyes. And he must be working out... he really has a lot of definition in his arms and legs these days... Catching herself, she growled, shaking her head. “Dammit! What the hell is wrong with me? Why the hell am I obsessing over him like this? It’s just Kyle, goddammit... new skills, new look, but still the same annoying guy! C’mon on, Dri... get your head on straight!“

“Ma’am?” the guard asked, poking his head inside the doorway. “Were you speaking to me? Did you need something?”

Blushing in embarrassment, the blonde elf shook her head. “Ah, no, Riley. Just thinking out loud. Thank you. I’ll call if I need anything.” The dark haired elf nodded, and left the room again. Sighing deeply, Dri went to her bed and lay down, sprawled along its edge. I suppose the worst part of this is that he was right. In the end, Rald and the others agreed with Kyle’s assessment. While they are still a bit skeptical about actual mind control existing in The Reality, they all agree that forcing Nora, through coercion or other mundane means, to join his cause was Marion’s goal. Likewise, knowing the man’s ambition, they also agreed that Marion’s endgame was to attempt to take down the Pantheon during the upcoming Obelisk Cup tournament.

So... what’s YOUR endgame in this, Kyle? she asked herself, pondering. You obviously have some kind of issue with Marion, despite being a lone player, without a guild of your own. It’s not as if you have anything to gain by helping us, or telling us about his plans. It’s now as if you owe me any loyalty or anything after the way we parted... and I just can’t believe you’re doing this out of the goodness in your heart. Everybody acts in their own best self-interests... that’s just the way the world works. So... why do any of this? What’s your angle? Frustrated, unable to comprehend his reasoning, she yelled out loud. “What the HELL are you up to?“

“Lady Anadriel!” Riley yelped, opening the door, rushing into her room. Dri short on patience, rose to her feet, glaring at the hapless guard.

“RILEY! For the last time, I’m perfectly fine!” she snapped. “I was just talking to myself! If there is an actual emergency, believe me, you’ll know—”

“Forgive me, my Lady,” he said, his pale elven features even whiter than usual, “but I’m afraid this IS an emergency! Lady Nora... she’s gone!”

“And then,” Honor said, chuckling loudly, “then, the guy says, in this really serious voice, ‘I can’t believe that actually worked!’, as if he hadn’t seen me do it fifteen minutes earlier!” She descended into girlish giggles that, Kyle had to admit, were starting to grow on him. Honor Crayfellow came across at first glance as a typical blonde airheaded bimbo, but as he was beginning to understand, that was not the case at all. Yes, the woman had a bubbly and enthusiastic personality, a bit like a valley girl cheerleader on speed—but beyond that, the girl had a clever and quick mind, and a very deep insight into the people around her. Even Kyle, who tended to suspect and fear the worst of people, couldn’t help but feel positive just being in her presence. He chuckled at her story, then, clinking glasses, drained his wineglass.

“Oh, sorry, here I am going on and on,” she said, chagrinned, holding up her glass as one of the serving slaves stepped forward to refill it. “Please, Kyle, finish telling me about yourself! What happened after you passed the Proving Grounds test?”

“Um, not much,” Kyle replied noncommittally, as the serving girl filled his glass as well. “I went up north. I fought, went on a few quests... got my ass handed to me more than a few times,” he admitted without shame, “but eventually I figured out how to get it done.”

“Wow. And all by yourself, too, as a solo player,” Honor replied, draining her glass again, shaking her head in amazement. “That is, like, so freaking amazing! The northern lands... I’ve been up there once or twice, you know, just to explore, and there are some real heavy hitters up there! You have to really watch your step or you’ll get creamed! And that’s where you went to train? No wonder you’re so strong!”

“One of the reasons,” Kyle replied with a grin. “So, Honor, what’s it like being the youngest Guildmaster of the Lynx in the history of The Reality? I have to say, you’re really not what I expected when I met you the other day... but your people seem to love you, and from what I hear, your guild has really prospered since you took the reins.”

Honor shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s not ALL parties and celebrations you know. It’s hard being in charge. You have to keep track of everything going on, and do what’s best for everyone. And you sometimes make some enemies... not everyone likes being bossed around by a ‘blonde airheaded bimbo’,” she said making air quotes. At Kyle’s look, she giggled. “What? You don’t think I know what the other Guild masters say about me? Hey, I’m a ditz, but I’m not stupid. But you know, I don’t mind. I don’t care what other people think about me.” She shrugged. “Plus, I’m a thief. It’s always a plus for me when people overestimate me.”

Kyle nodded, impressed by her attitude and reasoning. “You know, Honor, I have to admit to being one of those who misjudged you. But, well... you’re really cool. I’m really glad I came to this party.”

“Me too,” Honor purred slightly, eyes half-lidded as she drained her cup, her tail lashing lightly back and forth under the edge of her toga. “So, um, Kyle,” she said, leaning over slightly, brushing the edge of her supple heavy breasts lightly against his chest, “do you think I’m pretty?”

Blinking in surprise, Kyle started to slide back, only to jerk slightly at the sensation of someone rubbing his ass! Glancing back, he saw the Seripin’s flexible tail was indeed stroking his backside. Glancing back, he saw Honor staring at him, her expression equal parts interest and playfulness. “I, um... y-yes, sure, you’re very pretty,” he replied, beginning to sweat a little. “But, um, I think you’re just a little bit drunk right now.”

“Drunk? Naw,” she said giggling, holding up her glass as yet another serving girl approached. “I’m fine! Just the slightest bit buzzed, really.” She hiccupped, then giggled again as Kyle rolled his eyes. “Seriously. I’m fine. Here, if you don’t believe me, check this out,” she said, opening her menu, revealing her stats.

Kyle blinked in surprise—showing one’s personal statistics was a very private thing in the Reality. Normally, only a person’s name and current status was openly displayed, but their level, HP, abilities, and physical statistics were hidden from view, leaving possible opponents with only a rough idea of the kind of person they were dealing with. During combat, their HP became visible as well, giving a person a slightly better idea of who and what they were facing, whether the fight they found themselves in was a fair and even one, or if they were in over their heads. Revealing your stats openly to a stranger, revealing a detailed description of your strengths and weaknesses, was almost like inviting them to analyze you and pick apart your defenses before the battle even began. For Honor to open her menu and transmit her stats to him bespoke a deep level of trust on her part.

“See?” she said easily, unperturbed, pointing out her current status. “My constitution is a lot higher than you’d think. I’m only slightly tipsy, and in full control of all my faculties!” She held up her glass, and the passing server, a redhead smelling of lavender and lilac, filled her glass. “So... would you like to go somewhere private and fuck?”

Kyle gaped, going red in the face. “Honor! Geez... I mean... I like forward, confident women and all... but sometimes a guy likes the be the one to ask, yanno?” The redhead leant forward to fill Kyle’s glass, but he shook his head, covering his glass with his hand. He nodded as she turned and walked away. I’d better keep my wits about me, else the Guildmistress might just end up luring me into her bed. Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing, after all... he mused.

“I still don’t see why we need to come all the way out here just to train,” Nora Snowfallen grumbled softly, following the two female Sylvan Order guards through the wild untamed lands bordering the elven woods. “We were doing just fine back in the courtyard, you know.”

“I know, Lady Nora,” a young brunette guard named Alimor replied, pushing aside a branch as they made their way forward, “but there is only so much you can learn back at the guild hall. The best way to get the hang of live combat is to just go for it... engage in a battle with some of the wild creatures in this world, and let your instincts take over.”

“And don’t worry, my Lady,” her blonde companion, Jendetta, added, patting the blade at her side. “We’re here to back you up and protect you. This area is filled with really weak enemies, anyway, so it shouldn’t be a problem at any rate.”

Nora nodded, clutching her staff nervously. Truth be told, she DID have some combat experience, after all. She’d made it through the training grounds, had learned the basics, and was part of a party that completed the insanely hard Proving Grounds. The thing was, she’d been just part of the group then, backing up the older, more experienced members, who had, frankly, carried her. Her main job during the trial was to cast healing magic over and over for the group any time someone took a hit. She’d never actually as much as swung her staff at an enemy before, let alone another player.

Still, we all have to start somewhere, she reasoned, steeling herself as her menu flashed red and a large rabbit like Creature drew near. Not to be mistaken for a normal cute little bunny, this was definitely a Creature, with its shaggy almost spiky fur, abnormally large clawed feet, and glowing red eyes. She knew it as a ‘Bunnicore’, a weak, low level enemy, with about twenty HP. Not overtly threatening in and of itself, it’s true danger lay in its special ability to ‘call’ for help, summoning others of its kind. Moderately prepared characters could dispatch a Bunnicore easily enough. Experienced players held the battle out, allowing the enemy to summon, bringing more targets to fight for more experience points. As the creature approached, however, Nora was content not to push her luck.

“Remember, Lady Nora,” Jendetta called out, “we’re right here. If you have any trouble, just call out and we’ll rush in.”

“Thanks,” Nora answered back, swinging and connecting, dealing a glancing blow on the Creature. “I think I’ve got this!”

The two guardswomen nodded appreciatively. She’s doing better than I expected, Alimor thought with a grin. Maybe this will actually work for her.

“Impressive the way she picks up things so quickly, isn’t it?”

Both guards gasped, whirling around to find a tall thin weasely looking brown haired man standing just behind them... clad in the familiar green tunic of the Viridian Sun. “Who goes there?” Alimor growled. Both guards pulled their weapons, two foot like pikes, brandishing them at the enemy, who merely shrugged, putting up his hands in surrender.

“Easy ladies,” Igmus Faintheart replied nervously, glancing from face to face. “There is no need to get overly aggressive here! I’m unarmed after all.” He swallowed anxiously, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t exactly the most stalwart member of the Viridian Suns under the best of conditions, and while he did have faith in his leader, even having witnessed the ‘mind magic’ of the words he’d been given, he wasn’t entirely confident that it would work for him. As the two guards moved in to flank him, he uttered the phrase he’d been taught and crossed his fingers.

“Jinthil svaust wuz faestir!”

Both women stiffened, going momentarily blank, then their eyes rolled up into their skulls, shuddering slightly as memories hidden deep within their minds suddenly sprang forward. Memories of encountering the shifty man during a routine patrol just weeks past... of chasing him through the woods only to be captured by a larger party. Memories of being entranced, enslaved, forced to serve and service the thin man and his companions in every way possible, and made to enjoy every moment of their debasement. And finally, of the orders, the commands to lure the young Healer away from the guild hall, out into the open, where she would be easy pickings for the team sent to bring her in.

Gasping aloud, the two entranced undercover slave girls lowered their weapons and sank to their knees. “Master, we remember who we serve,” they both spoke in a soft monotone voice. Igmus grinned wickedly, chuckling in delight. Everything was happening just as Marion had promised it would. Still stinging from his defeat by that upstart brat Kyle Shadowchaser, he’d been half afraid Marion had sent him on such a foolhardy chance as a punishment, a way to get rid of him. Encroach into Sylvan Order territory alone, with no weapons and just his light leather armor, and meet up with two agents who would deliver the girl to him? Preposterous. Not that he’d ever refuse such an order, of course. Nevertheless, he’d kept a hand near the teleport crystal tucked safely inside his tunic at all times, just in case.

“All right, ladies,” he said, sounding much more confident and in control now, “it’s time to prove your loyalty to your Master. Go and fetch the little Healer girl and bring her to me. Do not injure her, but do everything within your power to make sure she does not escape.”

“At once, Master,” both women replied, rising back to their feet. Taking back their pikes, they turned and walked over to the unsuspecting Nora, too deeply engrossed in battle to notice what was going on behind her back...

“So, Kyle,” Honor asked again, staring over at him as she sipped lightly from her glass. “You never answered my earlier question. Would you like to go somewhere a bit more... intimate?”

Kyle smirked. Truth be told, he was very attracted to the girl. With that long black hair, long slender limbs, beautiful face with exotic yellow-green eyes, and those tantalizing curves showing through that brief little Greek toga... to see her was to want her! And while Kyle generally eschewed sex with random strangers, preferring partners he had an emotional bond with, despite such a short time, he found Honor fit into that category nicely.

“Well, if the offer still stands,” he replied, rising to his feet, hand outstretched. Accepting the help, he lifted the Seripin to her feet as well. “I’m really not big on crowds. The party is really cool and all... but I kinda prefer smaller, more intimate gatherings.”

Honor laughed. “Well, I think a ‘small intimate gathering’ sounds like just the thing right now. I...” She paused, blinking, a slight frown marring her features. “Huh. That’s weird. For a second there, I felt kind of dizzy.” She smiled again, gesturing to the hallway to the left. “If you like, I can... um... can give you a... tour of the guild...”

“Honor? Are you okay?“Kyle asked, concerned. The cat girl was swaying on her feet, panting heavily, and sweating. In the space of a few seconds she’d gone from perfectly fine to looking like she was about to vomit. Just as the thought had registered, the gorgeous brunette did just that, turning to the side as she expelled the contents of her stomach, leaving her keeled over on her knees. The music stopped, and several people glanced over at the source of the disturbance. “Hey, Honor, are you feeling all right?” Kyle asked, kneeling down to check on her, only to be shoved back hard.

“N-no... Kyle... don’t... don’t t-touch me...” she murmured, heaving heavily. As several other members drew close, the Lynx guildmaster let out a loud cry before falling to the floor, unconscious.

“Guildmaster Crayfellow!” several guards called out at once, rushing forward. Dressed as traditional Greek soldiers, they surrounded their fallen leader, ushering everyone back. The leader, a lieutenant named Jace, turned towards Kyle. “What happened here?” he demanded brusquely. “What’s wrong with Lady Honor?”

“I don’t know!” Kyle protested. “She was fine a moment ago, and then she suddenly got sick and threw up!”

“Step aside, step aside!” a withered old Seripin in motley colored furs holding a gnarled staff of a shaman bellowed, pushing his way through the crowd. “I need to check on our leader!” As the guards parted, he knelt down, placing a hand lightly on the panting woman’s back, and closed his eyes, chanted softly. He communed for several seconds, before standing up, turning around to glare heatedly at Kyle. “Our leader has been poisoned!” he announced loudly, causing a tide of cacophonous shouting to ripple through the hall. “Seize him!” he yelled, pointing at Kyle. “Seize the assassin! Don’t let him escape!”

Kyle, more stunned by the accusation than anything else, tensed, his natural instinct to fight back nearly overwhelming him. With an effort, he pushed aside his more violent tendencies, letting the guards grab him, resorting instead to reason. “Wait! Hold it! Hold on a second,” he yelled loudly, fighting to make himself heard above the rest of the crowd. “I didn’t do this! And anyway, why would I? What possible reason would I have for wanting to hurt your leader?”

“To cause confusion, for one,” Lieutenant Jace replied with a growl, his fur bristled. “This was no doubt all a part of your plan to gain entrance to our guild and assassinate our Lady!”

“That’s not true!”

Making her way through the crowd, Serena stepped forward, moving to stand in front of Jace and the other guards. “Kyle wouldn’t do something like this! The man is a hero... he saved us back at Snow Peak, remember? If he’d wanted to kill Honor, or any of us, he could have simply let the Viridian Suns do what they planned to do anyway. Instead, he STOPPED them from killing anyone!”

Kyle nodded, smiling gratefully at the redhead. “Yeah. And anyway, I never met Honor before the day at Snow Peak. I’m not with a rival guild—I’m not with a guild at all. I have absolutely nothing to gain by hurting her. Plus I left my weapon at the front gate, and the enchantments surrounding the hall ensure I didn’t bring anything harmful in with me.” He frowned, pulling free from the guards’ grasp. “Besides, I’d be a pretty damn poor assassin to poison someone, then stand around and wait to get caught red-handed!” Several other members of the crowd murmured their assent.

“Well, you make a good argument, Sir,” Jace admitted grudgingly, “but the fact remains that you were the last person to be with Lady Crayfellow. if you did not poison her, then who did?”

“The serving girls,” Kyle said suddenly, snapping his fingers. “They were circling around all night, pouring wine for us and the other guests. The last go round, I decided not to drink, but Honor did... and she became sick just after drinking.” He frowned, considering. He himself was basically immune to all poisons, and with recent events, he could have very well been the intended target, not Honor. The fact that no one else had succumbed to poison in the past several minutes meant that only the wine jug that had served he and Honor specifically had contained the toxin.

A loud shout from behind him pulled him from his thoughts as the room flashed briefly, and the itchy crawly feeling of a magic spell dispersing swept over him. It took him a second or two to put it together, to realize what the breaking of the spells cast about the hall meant, and Serena reacted first, gasping in shock, as tears began to fall from her cheeks. “No... no... oh goddess, no!”

The guards stepped back as the shaman stood, his expression grim. Stepping aside, he revealed not the body of an unconscious cat girl, or even the glowing blue tinged fireball of a slain PC, waiting to respawn... but the ominous floating skull symbolizing a TRUE death in the game. “Members of the Lynx Guild,” the shaman said grimly, “our leader has fallen. Through a treachery most foul, she has been taken from us. Honor Crayfellow is dead... gone, never to return.”