Cautionary Tales
Synopsis: A group of young people swap mind-control stories.
London
A small house on the northern side of Coates Park… the scene of our present work; a party… a Halloween Party. Friends gathered and played their stupid adult games. Some smoked. All drank. And towards the end of the night those that still remained sat around the floor to tell stories.
Their hostess Jessica Cowper was at the front door. She saw people off as they decided to leave, before she turned to look at those that decided to hang-out a little longer
John Chrysostomon was there with his Irish girlfriend Caitlín O’Reilly. People noticed how attached she was to John. Always holding his hand, or just holding onto him; an arm, a sleeve. She was enamoured by the handsome dark Greek.
Grant Doyle was there. Grant—well no one really felt comfortable around him. He was odd.
“Let’s tell some stories” Grant suggested as he tried to look like he was in charge… he was desperate to impress one Jane Higgins. Grant was in a huff as he was being ignored. He decided to go and confront John.
Elizabeth Higgins had turned up with her younger sister Jane. Elizabeth and her boyfriend Peter O’Reilly (no relation to Caitlín) were long-time friends of Jessica Cowper. Jane was new to the group.
“I thought you said your sister was coming…” Grant confronted John
“Ah…” he said looking about to pretend he’d not noticed she wasn’t there… “Maybe she’s just running late”
Grant had heard a lot about how beautiful she was—straight black hair, lightly olive skin, and generous breasts. That’s how Caitlín had described her to him.
It was the reason he’d turned up—to get a date. But seeing she hadn’t turned up, and now Jane had, he set his sights on the waif.
“Shall we tell some spooky stories?” Jessica asked as she gathered them all in the living room. Grant was a little annoyed by this—he’d only just suggested it… but no one had noticed. He decided to reclaim the event …
“I think we should tell them—but with a twist” Grant said
“Like what?”
“Mind Control stories” Grant sad
“What?” Elizabeth gasped unenthusiastically
“I think that would be good” Jessica said “Let’s tell some erotic Mind Control stories”
“For Halloween?” John asked
“We can make them ‘spooky’’ and sexy” Peter piped up
“Sit back and let me tell you this story…” Grant said
“Oooo” Jane Higgins smiled in anticipation.
“Me first’ Peter said jumping to his feet.
“But…” Grant growled… he was annoyed by Peter the brash American jumping in. Grant, in typical English fashion backed down and just scowled.
“Alright…” Peter smiled, and then began
Peter’s Tale
Pete was visiting New Orleans at Mardi Gras, with his parents
“Is this about you?” Caitlín interrupted
“No…” Peter said “Not really…”
“But he’s got your name…”
“Let him finish” John said
Caitlín demurred. She always seemed to do what John told her
So Peter continued.
Pete was in his late teens—but under Louisiana law because he was under 21 he was not allowed to drink.
“That’s not true” Grant interjected”
“Look…it’s my story” Peter said
“Let him finish” Elizabeth chipped in.
Grant was right—but he was just really annoyed that Peter had taken the limelight from him. Grant seemed to have become the villain by interrupting…
So…
As Pete’s parents went out they took him with them but on the condition that he couldn’t go into any bars.. and his mom—she wanted to sample the bars. She was a bit of a lush.
After a while that’s exactly what they did so Pete thought he’d wander back to the hotel… only he needed to pee. He couldn’t go into any place there to use their restrooms so he ducked down an alley to piss
He got his cock out and was relieving himself when a woman spoke to him
“Hello”
“Shit!” Pete gasped almost pissing himself. When he turned around he saw a beautiful dark woman standing there smiling
“Hello” she said again, “My name’s Aurore”
“Ah…”
“What’s your name?”
“Pete”
“Pete?”
“Yup”
“And where are you from?”
“Flint… in Michigan”
“Ah, well, welcome to the Big Easy, Pete from Flint in Michigan” she smiled
Pete looked around to make sure he wasn’t being set up to being mugged
She held out her hand
He took it
“Your hand… it’s so cold”
“Cold hands—warm heart” she chuckled. As she threw her head back to let out a large guffaw Pete couldn’t help but notice her pronounced canines.
He didn’t notice till then that her eyes were actually totally black. How is that possible? He thought she must have some novelty contacts in.
But she wasn’t wearing a costume… unless she was dressed to be a hooker
Her skirt was very ‘mini’. Her sweater top seemed to be the only other thing she wore, and it hugged her generous breasts.
She smiled when she noticed him staring
He noticed her noticing and he looked away and blushed.
“Can I offer you something to drink?”
“Here?” he asked
“No, silly… at my place”
“Er…”
“I’m just around the corner…” she said
“I err..”
“You want to come back with me”
“Yes” he gasped. He realised he was string into her eyes—they were so dark it felt like he was lost in them.
“Then it’s settled” she said
Suddenly he could look away. A part of him felt ill-at-ease. Did she make him say that? Or, was it his own idea?
She took his hand and gently lead him further into the alley
“I thought you said you live just around the corner”
“I do” she smiled “I didn’t say it was THAT corner though did I?”
“Err…”
She lead him closer tot he other entry to the alley. And there there was a large loading dock.
She turned towards it—to the stairs that ran along the side
“You… you live here…?”
“Yes”
“In a warehouse?”
“It’s not a warehouse… not exactly” she giggled
She lead him up the stairs to the loading dock and then through an unlocked side-door
Inside fluorescent lights suddenly clicked into life, lighting up a short hallway
As she lead him down that there was a large glass panel on one side and he could see through to the area immediately behind the loading dock… and then he gulped
He saw a row of coffins, on high trolleys
“What…?” he gasped “What is this place?”
She lead him past a door “Incinerator” it read
“Is this… a mortuary?”
“Close…” she smiled “It’s a funeral parlour”
“And you live here?”
“Yes” she said.. “Does that make me strange?”
“I…” he gasped … her body was so hot to look at…
“Do you bring many men… er… I mean people back here?”
“No… not really” she said as they went through to a set of stairs. They went down these
“I don’t get out much” she admitted, “Only at Mardi Gras”
“Oh?”
“Yes… I’m allowed one really good meal at Mardi Gras”
“Meal?”
“Yes…” she smiled “I’m hungry for you…” she giggled
“Oh?” he said as they opened up into what looked like a cellar—but it had a low red light and a large bed to one side. The bare-brick walls gave it a cold feeling but the bed seemed homely
“I’m not sure this…”
“You want to make love to me” she said
“I…”
“Take off your clothes” she said
And… he began taking off his clothes.
She did too.
Her body was a perfect light brown texture. Her black hair long and straight. She was not tall, but she had prominent breasts, and womanly curves.
Pete’s cock sprung up on seeing her naked body. She had think black curls between her legs, guarding her sex.
She went over to her bed and simply lay back on it, opening her legs
“Come” she urged, as she displayed herself for him.
He gazed in amazement at her moist pink limps emerging from behind her black curtain of curls
He went to her and lay on her “Fuck me” she urged again as he hesitated. He was a virgin, and he was worried about going too fast—but she wanted him in her like nothing else mattered
She flipped him over suddenly and her thighs came down over his erection
“Fucccckkkkkk” he gasped as she embraced him with her body
She rode up and down on him, then stopping to change—grinding her hips against him
“Oh, fuckkkkkk” he gasped
Her mouth opened, and her upper canines extended down into long sharp fangs
“What the…” he gasped
Her head snapped forward, her fangs cut easily into him, burying into his flesh.
“Oh…..” he gasped and as he felt her drawing his blood his cock rumbled to life and began coming inside her….
He realised this is where he wanted to be….
“That was so predictable…” Grant objected still smarting from not going first
“Ah, but there’s a twist” Peter said
“What twist?” Grant scoffed
“It’s true”
“What do you mean it’s true?” Elizabeth asked
“See…” Peter said, pulling down his collar… there were two distinct scars on his throat
“No way!” Jessica gasped
“Let me see…” John moved in, and of course as he did Caitlín was dragged in with him
“I want to see…” Grant said—annoyed again at being pushed out of the way.
“So you see… “ Peter smiled “There really is mysterious creatures out there”
“What kind of creatures?” Jane asked. She stayed seated not wanting to be tempted to examine the evidence.
“Sexy ones” Caitlín smiled, squeezing John’s arm
“It’s fake” Grant said—but no one was listening. He almost stomped the floor in frustration.
“So, how did you escape Aurore?” Elizabeth asked
“She let me go…”
“What?”
“After a year of being her slave…” he added, “Then she went out again to get a new toy next Mardi Gras”
Elizabeth laughed at that.
The group looked around at each other, some impressed at the story, and at Peter’s ‘proof’. Jane got up off of the floor “I need to pee” she said
“Down the hall and tot he left” Jessica said
Peter got up to stretch his legs. Jessica did too. She thought of going and grabbing another drink when Grant decided to start telling his tale.
The others heard and in order to be polite began to settle back down and listen. No one liked Grant.
Grant’s Tale
Cyrus sat on the couch wheezing. He held an empty glass in his hand, resting on the arm-rest.
The TV announced a brand new and exciting value-for-money method of peeling potatoes.
Cyrus was not interested. Nothing interested him anymore.
Cyrus heard her as she came in the front door, dropping her bag
“Daddy?” she called out
A part of him wanted to leap out of his seat… and run
“Daddy?” she called again as she made her way through the house.
She found him there in the living room.
“Oh, hi, Daddy” she beamed as she skipped across the room to him
Camilla bent down and planted a kiss on his furrowed brow.
“Whatcya been doing?” she asked
He tried to speak. She spun around and looked at the television as the SuperBrawl came back on.
The scores were 10-11-7. But sport wasn’t what she was interested in.
She half-twisted on the spot, left to right. Her skirt flew up, revealing her perfectly cute white bottom.
“What’s the score?” she asked anyway, even though it appeared on the bottom of the screen.
“Fillies are winning” he managed to wheeze, his voice crackling and dry
She spun around to face him “Oh, so you can still talk?” she giggled.
The hand holding the empty glass fumbled. Wth cat-like reflexes she bent down and caught it before it hit the floor.
“Do you want a drink, Daddy?”
His sunken eyes looked up at her.
“Do ya?”
He managed to nod.
She took the glass and diapered into the kitchen, returning with it just as quick.
He had to hold it with both his hands. She watched as he struggled to bring it to his mouth.
He managed to sip at it. He shook… his arms trembling.
“You’re not cold, are you Daddy?” she beamed.
He managed to nod. She grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over his lap. “How’s that…?”
“Pleeeassseeee….” his voice rasped. She took the glass from him and set it down on the floor; squatting to do so.
She popped up to her feet again.
“Can I sit next to you?” she asked. She didn’t wait for a response. She did so anyway, and then leant her head against his side
She brought a hand up and felt the fabric of his cotton singlet. “You feel so nice, Daddy” she purred.
“Pleeeasssseeee” he rasped again.
“Shush” she said, pinching him playfully.
Camilla rested her head on her Cyrus’ chest. She could feel her dad’s heart. Slowly her head slipped down till it rested on his crotch.
She brought a hand up to rest under her chin, but she let it casually touch his crotch.
She felt him—he was growing hard. Her hand nonchalantly slid down along his length.
“Oh, Daddy!” she feinted surprise
Her hand grabbed hold of his shaft “You’re hard…!”
She looked up into his sunken frightened eyes “Is that….? Is that an erection?” she giggled
“Pleeeassseeee…” he croaked
“Can I look?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She opened his fly and undid his top button and the pulled the blanket off to reveal his cock sticking up out of his pants
“Oh, Daddy!” she gasped “It’s…. It’s so huge!”
And she grabbed around the base of his shaft and she shook it “Hello Mr. Penis” she giggled speaking to his cock head like talking into a microphone “How are you?”
She looked up at his eyes. “Can I taste it?”
He tried to speak but his voice crackled
She opened her mouth wide and in a single swift move took all of him into her mouth, she had him deep inside her—she didn’t gag
She began to suck.
“Ple….” he managed to gasp, but the feeling in his cock was so delicious. He—all he could do is let a tear roll down his cheek.
She sucked and sucked and she felt a rumble in his balls as massaged these
His cock suddenly erupted and her mouth clamped down on him hard. She gulped down his come.
He let out a final gasp. And then… there was no more.
She finished drinking down his come. She sat up. “Is that all?” she asked disappointed. His face was really sunken now.
She sprung up. “I wanted more…” she said disappointed. His eyes were glazed over…
“I don’t get it?” Elizabeth interrupted
“What don’t you get?” Grant asked
“What… what happened?” Elizabeth asked
“She blew her dad to death?” Peter chipped in
“No..” Grant said “No… well yes she did … but she was a succubus”
“A what?” Elizabeth gasped looking around the group to see if she was the only one who ddimd’t know
“A sex demon” Grant said
“How’s that a mind control story?” Elizabeth asked—she genuinely didn’t get it
“She’s a sex demon” Peter chipped in
“I think she controlled her father” Jane added her opinion
“Yes, that’s it” Grant said… “She kept feeding from him till he died and there was nothing he could do about it”
“I… I still don’t get it” Elizabeth said. She scratched her blonde hair trying to figure it out.
“For fuck’s sake” Grant said annoyed “She controlled him, and kept him as her prisoner—her feed bag—and she kept him there draining him until there was nothing left”. He was angry with Elizabeth.
Grant looked at their faces “What?” he gasped
Most of the faces were shocked, but John’s was angry ; and not because of the way Grant had spoken to Elizabeth.
Grant ignored John’s stares. He looked over at Jane—at leat she understood. But she only had eyes for John. She couldn’t stop starting at him.
“I liked your story” Peter added—but Grant couldn’t tell if he was giving a genuine comment, or was being sarcastic.
The party ended and they began to move on off home. Jane found herself deeply fascinated by John… something about him drew her to him.
Epilogue
“There’s that fuck now’ John said
“Who?” Jane asked
John ran across the part after Grant. “Oh, fuck!” Caitlín cried and ran off after him, sensing that there might be violence.
“Hey!” John yelled after Grant
Grant ignored him
“Hey, you!”
Grant stopped and turned around
“What?
“I don’t appreciate you stealing my stories”
“What the fuck are you talking about…?”
“That story you told about the girl succubus and her dad…”
“Yeah, what of it?”
“You stole that”
“So?”
“You fuck” John snarled “You read that on Mind Control Stories and passed it off as your own”
“So what?” Grant asked—he really didn’t understand the problem
“So you thought that story could get you laid” John said, “You wanted to get into Jane’s panties”
“Nah…” Grant lied “I told that to stop you embracing yourself”
“What do you mean?” Grant asked as Caitlín finally caught up to them.
“You were going to tell them one of those fucking sick “Kennel Club” stories”
“I might have” John said
“Yeah, well…” Grant continued “No one wants to heart about dogs fucking girls…”
“They might…”
“And… do you think you could impress a girl with that?”
“He’s impressed me” Caitlín interjected
“And…” Caitlín added “He’s impressed Jane too”
“What?”
“She’s back there” John said
“And we’re going to all go home and have a threesome” Caitlín added rubbing his nose in it.
Grant had to think about that
There he was—alone. And it was John who was with the stunning Caitlín, and now it seems he’d impressed Jane Higgins too.
“Come on” Caitlín said tugging on John’s sleeve “Let’s go home and fuck Jane senseless”
John had to think about this too… he had to appreciate what he had. He didn’t need to fight Grant. He turned and let Caitlín draw him away
Grant stood there, by the kerbside. “Your dog stories are a sick joke!” he called out
But he saw as John approached Jane he took the girl in his arms and they kissed. Caitlín turned and waved back at Grant and the three of them headed over to their car.
Grant went over to his car and then noticed the front had a flat. “Fuck” he gasped
Just then a small car pulled up right next to him
The passenger window rolled down
“Trouble?” the woman inside called
“Yeah” Grant said
“Do you need a lift?”
Grant looked in as she leaned across. She had very large breasts and he got a full look at her cleavage.
“What?” he gasped
“Hop in” she said
Maybe the night wasn’t going to be so bad… he thought
“Okay” he said, and he did
“Where to?” she asked as he closed the door
“Ealing Common” he said “If it’s not too much trouble”
“No trouble at all” she smiled
“I’m Grant…. Grant Doyle” he said
“Camilla” she said as she checked her mirror before driving off
“Camilla?” he smiled “Just Camilla”
“For now” she snorted
“You know… “ he said “I was just going to tell my friends a story about a Camilla”
“Oh, I hope it’s a good one…” she smiled as she put her hand on his knee and gave it a gentle squeeze
He gasped as he felt the heat of her hand
They drove off.
Grant kept peering over at her cleavage and it was clear she didn’t mind
She pulled over suddenly… in a dark part of town
“What’s wrong?” he asked
“Get your cock out” she smiled as she turned the car off
“What?”
“I want to suck you off”
He gasped, grinning, grabbing his fly…
Jane gasped as John released her gaze. She couldn’t believe how hot John made her feel
Caitlín stood there smiling
“We’re going to fuck” he said to her
“Yes…” she gasped. She looked at Caitlín
“Oh, I don’t mind” Caitlín said. giving Jane’s shoulder a gentle rub…
“Oh, wow” Jane said… abuzz with the feelings of heat she was feeling
He took each of them in his hands and lead them down the street to his car
Jane looked back to where she’d seen Grant last.
“So, what was all that about?” Jane managed to ask
“What?” Caitlín asked
“That… confrontation?”
“Oh, John’s upset with Grant”
“Over that story…”
“Yes… he wrote it… originally about his sister…” Caitlín said “And Grant stole it…”
“His sister? His sister is a succubus?”
“My sister” John said as he opened the car door
“Get in” he said
“Yes, Master” Caitlín said
“Yes, Master” Jane found herself saying….