The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A secret location in Perth, Australia.

Jodi nervously parks her car and gets out. She didn’t know why she was called here. It frightened her. The mansion appeared huge and ominous. She hadn’t done anything to earn the wrath of The Sister’s of the Goddess. She couldn’t have. She was just a lowly witch. Hell, she didn’t even really practice and had lost interest sometime ago. But she had joined the most powerful coven in the world thanks to her friend, Briana. Or rather ex-friend.

At first, when she was serious, Briana was someone she met who was equally as serious. Briana, already a member in good standing got Jodi in. She had grown angry when Jodi began to drift and move on to her other interests. It made her look bad. But Jodi was still a member. Once initiated you didn’t get out....alive.

She walked up the steps and the doors opened of their own accord. Jodi hesitated then entered. The closed behind her. Jodi went down the hall until she came to the massive double doors and there she saw the first sign of people and her breathe caught in her throat. Not just any people. Amazons.

The Amazons were specially trained witches. Skilled in the arts of war, from martial arts to war magic, they were awesome. Incredibly beautiful yet fearsome to behold. The were like comic book heroines come to life. Indeed, in this particular coven, all the high level witches were. It was believed that a woman should balance both beauty and strength. But the Amazons took it to another level. They were monuments to female perfection yet on physical prowess alone each was the equal of thirty ordinary men. And god help you if they brought their war magic to bear. It had been awhile since Jodi had seen one and as always it was a marvelous and terrifying sight. The two guarding the doors were resplendant in roman style armor and dress. And as she approached they watched her with their fierce gaze. Jodi wanted to run. But she knew if she did, she would die before she took two steps. She had been called and she had no choice in the matter.

She stood before the double doors and trembled before the withering stares of the Amazons. Finally, after a full minute had passed, they uncrossed their spears from the doorway and the doors opened. Jodi entered. It smelled of rose and spice incense and Jodi felt the oppressive gaze of many eyes yet saw no one. She jumped as the doors slammed shut behind her. It was dim in the great hall. Then torches lit up and Jodi could see the hall was filled with witches. One hundred and fifty was her guess. All high level. She could tell because they were all marvels of physical perfection. Yet not one had been under a surgeon’s knife. With magic, you didn’t need to draw blood.

Jodi, unbidden went forward. She went up to the throne and kneeled before her Mistress. Jodi was in turmoil. Briana. Briana who had once been her best friend. Briana who had raged when Jodi had failed to live up to expectations. Briana, who bore Jodi nothing but ill will. She was Queen of the Coven. Her ascent had been rapid despite the debacle of Jodi. Her skills at magic were already legendary. She had done much to build the coven’s power. Her rapid rise had not gone unnoticed. She had survived three challenges on her way to being second only to the former Queen.

The Queen had attempted to peacefully co-exist but it wasn’t to be.Briana was too popular and too ambitious. Her plans and ideas in direct opposition to the Queen’s. The Queen could not suffer Briana to live. And Briana needed the Queen out of her way. Briana challenged the Queen, as was her right as second in command. The Queen chose hand to hand as her weapon of choice and it was widely believed Briana was doomed. Because while Briana was one of the most powerful witches in the coven, her martial arts skills were mediocre...at best. Meanwhile, the Queen was considered the best hand to hand fighter who wasn’t an Amazon. But Briana had forseen the day she would have to challenge the Queen. Once she became second in command she secretly underwent Amazon training in preparation.

Her previous challenges had all chosen magic as their weapon. A mistake against Brianna. Yet Brianna knew the Queen was no fool. While she was Briana’s rival in magic, she was her superior in martial arts. So she thought.

Even to this day, Briana could remember the look on the Queen’s face as she fell: She died thinking her defeat was some kind of a joke.

Now Briana had called Jodi before the Sister’s of the Goddess. Jodi knew her old friend. Briana had been humiliated by Jodi and Briana was the type of person with a long memory. She never failed to reward allies....or punish her enemies. And she considered Jodi an enemy.

“Rise Jodi.” She obeyed, wondering on what type of death she had earned. She really hoped for a quick death. Jodi wasn’t fond of pain.

Briana looked down on her once friend and the sneer on her face made Jodi want to curl up and wither away.

“Jodi, you have been called here on urgent business. A mission only you can fulfill.” Jodi couldn’t hide her surprise.

“Me? A mission? Your Majesty, there has been some mistake.”

“No mistake Jodi. You are perfect for the job at hand.”

“Please, your majesty, I have no magic...”

Jodi is interrupted by the snickers and giggles all around her. A witch in the coven as long as she was with no magical skills to speak of was the lowest of the low. She was trash and they were letting her know it.

The Queen raised her hand and immediately there was silence.

“You don’t need magic for this Jodi. In fact, its better that you don’t have any. You’d die quickly if you did. With no power of your own, you may even survive this mission.”

“I see. May I ask what the mission is your Majesty?”

“Certainy. You are to infiltrate the home of the Master.”

“What?!?!? Your Majesty....Briana....thats crazy! I can’t do that!”

“You can Jodi and you will.”

“B-but why me? Why did you choose me?”

“Because you no magic...and you know him.”

“Are you insane? I don’t know who the hell the Master is!”

“Yes you do. Some intelligence smuggled out to us informs us he is one of your fans. You know, he reads the pornographic smut you are so fond of writing. The trash you’ve turned your back on your sister’s to write.”

“Are you serious? The Master is one of my fans?”

“Oh yes Jodi. He goes by the username Conjure Man. His given name is Tommy Brock.”

“Ohmygod! Tommy is the Master?!?!?”

“Thats right Jodi. And since learning this we have monitored that email and your exchanges. He is quite smitten with you. Wants you. How very sweet.”

“I don’t understand. If he is the Master, why hasn’t he just come and enslaved me? I understand he is a mesmerist of irresitible power and skill, as well as a powerful telepath.”

“We have wondered the same thing Jodi. As far as we can tell, he is genuinely interested in you and has no interest in making you one of his hypnotic fuckslaves”.

“Your Majesty, why not send a succubus against him? Surely a succubus would be a much better choice?”

There is silence in the great hall and Jodi looks around confused. Succubuses were like Amazons, witches who specialized. In this case, in the arts of sex and seduction. Witches trained as succubuses learned and mastered all forms of sex, both sacred and profane. From tantric and taoist sexual yoga to sex magic, they were the ultimate Aphrodites and no man or woman could hope to resist their charms.

The Queen glared at Jodi, her visage grim, the earlier smugness gone.

“We did that.”

“And what happened? Did he kill her?”

“No. I wish he had. But he didn’t. Goddess help us, he didn’t.”

“Then what happened? No one can resist a succubus...right?”

“Wrong Jodi. He not only resisted her, he tamed her.”

Jodi felt dizzy and wished she could sit down.

“I don’t understand...tamed her? You mean...?”

“Fucked her until he broke her. She is his now. Circe, our most beautiful, sensual, erotic, and powerful succubus reduced to a simple fucktoy.”

Jodi felt like fainting. Circe. Unquestionably the coven’s most beautiful woman. Its most powerful succubus by far. Her charms were so potent it was said she rarely had sex to accomplish her aims. Men just kissed her ass and gave her what she wanted. Money, power, influence...much of the money in the Coven’s coffers was due to her expertise.

And there was one other thing. Circe hated men. How many men had she broken? How many wandered the streets penniless and insane because of the sweet nothings she whispered into their ears? How many had taken their own lives after having her sweet laughter thrown in their faces? Thats why she had taken the name of the witch from greek mythology who turned men into pigs. And now she had been tamed and was a fuckslave to the most dangerous and powerful sorcerer in the world.

However, Jodi vaguely recalled his telling her about his mastery of tantric and taoist sexuality and he was an ardent practitioner of sex magic. And it would indeed take hours of fucking to break a succubus. Most men couldn’t handle the intensity, even most tantric practitioners. Combined with his hypnotic and telepathic skills Jodi could understand how the Master could defeat the coven’s most accomplished sex goddess.

“Briana...your Majesty....please...if he can do that to a succubus...our very best succubus in fact, what chance do I have?”

“You have a chance because he will not suspect you. He wants your trust and so we don’t think he will use telepathy to dig deeply into your mind. And since he won’t sense an aura of magic about you he will have no reason to ask penetrating questions when he has you under hypnosis. And he will hypnotize you. He is said to be fond of erotic hypnosis and hypnotic rpg’s.”

“Your Majesty, I’m....”

“Silence! I will brook no opposition Jodi. You may regret being a member of this coven. But a member you are. It has been your choice to reject the power. Yours. But you did join. And bitch, you owe. Its time you contributed something to the coven. You will go to the Master. You will share his bed. You will become his obediant fuckslave and take his big, black cock in all your holes.”

“And most importantly Jodi, when the time is right, you will betray him. You will deliver him into our hands just as Delilah delivered Samson into the hands of the Philistines. But unlike our biblical predecessors we won’t fuck around and toy with our enemy. We will destroy him!”

Jodi was curious now. Briana seemed utterly confident.

“How will you destroy him your Majesty?”

“Valkeries.”

“Ohmygod”!

Jodi was utterly appalled! Valkeries! If the Amazons were the coven’s army, the Valkeries were their special forces; Navy Seals that couldn’t be stopped. They were feared by all in the coven. While they were fearsome in physical combat, they were not really on par with the Amazons; no one was. But when it came to war magic, they were utterly implacable. And just as their mythological counterparts carried away the souls of the fallen, these Valkeries had mastered the power of drawing energy from those who lived, sucking out their very life force. They were for all intents and purposes energy vampires.

Facing a Valkerie was the equivalent of commiting suicide. And one more thing...they were insane. It was the training that did it. They delved into things even the most hardcore practitioners of black magic left alone. Those that survived the training and study to become a Valkerie, and few did, while sporting the physical perfection of all high level coven members, were twisted beyond repair both mentally and spiritually. This why they were used sparingly and carefully: When you sent them out they didn’t stop until the job was done. They would ignore even the commands of the Queen. They were loyal to the coven because they chose to be. Thats why they were so feared; you couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to. Briana was out of her mind to even consider using them. She was as insane as any Valkerie. And Jodi was at her mercy.

Tommy sat and luxuriated in the slow, sensual, blowjob his newest slave was giving him. Amazing. He had heard stories of the coven’s succubuses but they really didn’t go far enough. Circe, the one he had broken, was exquisite. Never had Tommy had a woman as sexually skilled and dynamic. It was incredible. Even after a month, he couldn’t get enough of her.

Plus she had been a valuable source of information about his enemies; The One Coven. Female witches, incredibly powerful, bent on world domination and the enslavement of men. Tommy had a problem with both. He had his own ambitions of ruling the world and enslavement didn’t really sit to well with someone everyone called Master. And even now, lost in the haze of a luxurious blowjob, Tommy could sense his enemies making a move. And in that move he could sense danger.

Well danger was okay, especially if it fucked like Circe. Yes The One Coven had a place in the world that was coming....

Tommy had never heard of an Emperor without a harem.