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Mind Controlled: The Mage and The Mercenary
Characters and setting created by Osric/Aliapoh
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City of Death
It was an open secret that this city was a cesspool of crime and violence. On the surface, there would be scenes of children playing in the streets, their laughter broken up by the thunderous boom or roaring flame of magic being cast for their juvenile contests. Every so often this broken rhythm would give way to a neighbor shouting obscenities, chasing them in anger over damaged property, their words layering on top of itself as they cast spells of their own. These children would then move from block to block, street to street, finding a new haunting site clear of the steam and smog emitted from the traffic of oncoming cars, away from the incessant growl of the engines powered by magic beyond their understanding.
Sometimes in their wanderings, the children would find a body beneath the blackened streets, pulled across the city’s gutters in the constant wash of blood and feces. Its face and belly chewed open by rats, organs harvested or left aside by beasts or those who were not-quite human. And none of the children would bat an eye to the sightless statement of their own mortality, for that was how life was in this city. How it has always been for all who lived in this forsaken place.
Death was the memory for all. For the forgotten nobodies. For the cleaners, drifters, and newsstand observers, who eke out a living in the unforgiving squalor of the streets. And even for those who stood from on high within the endless towers that reached into the sky, their cold eyes passing judgment upon those beneath them, sin and sinless alike.
Yet, it was through the city’s brutality that its beauty shone through. Towering gothic edifices that reached into the vaporous toxic heavens above, each lit up with the colors and stripes and symbols of a company or house, like the flags flown of castles past. Each building was a new Jericho that teetered in its vain attempt to reach paradise.
A city of blind ambition and violent reverie, founded on bone, blood, and tears. And beneath the cheerful drunken cries and the terrified shrieks of its citizens. A Stygian kingdom of lost souls.
It was a city of grand opportunity. A true test of ambition of will. Stab the right back, or slit the right throat, and you could take your place among kings and queens. It was a city where even the smallest ambitions may end up grasping the stars. And thus, could even bring the heavens crashing down.
And that opportunity could manifest anywhere. Inside the laundered shops of a local lord. Within the lofty towers of the godless deities. Or even… at the back of a shop in a local market. Bring the right people to the right place… and you could have anything..
Just like what was happening now. Against their will, two of the most important people in the city, locked in a sensual embrace at the back of a storehouse in some unremarkable market. Two of the most regarded voices in the land, silenced by their tongues coiling together.
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Two Shadows, Intertwined
Edda’s mind was numb. Slow. Unresponsive. There was a panic at the back of her consciousness, but it was a voice muffled in layers of silken cloth. A few of her defensive spells activated, energy flickering between the space between dream and physicality, but these faded and died, leaving her with only the slightest notion that something was wrong.
“Mmmm” she moaned. Tried to speak. Her mouth opened, but she knew her body was responding to the singular command, “Kiss the woman in front of you.”
Edda’s lips pressed against another woman’s. Soft, pillowy, double-layered like some canine animal. A wild, musky scent filled her mouth and nostrils. A taste of half-eaten meat and foreign spices.
“Uungmuuahh!” Edda pulled her head back and opened her eyes. The woman she was kising had white shoulder length hair and vulpine eyes. Wolf ears twitched atop the woman’s head, while her green eyes shook with rage and utter rejection of their circumstance. Her face was angular, thin cheeks unlike Edda’s rounder visage. This half-human, half-canine creature held a smile just like Edda’s own, despite every fiber of her being trembling in protest.
Edda wanted to scream, to lash out in rage, but her fingers slipped behind the girl’s ears, caressing the girl’s white hair at the back of her neck. Her hands raised, both hands raising to cup the other’s cheeks.
The other girl moaned as well. The wolf girl’s tongue writhed back and forth between their mouths as every breath passed back and forth between them both. And despite the confusion that battered against her consciousness was a sensual pleasure that begged her to let it all go.
“Haaa.” moaned the other woman. High. Feminine, but with guttural aggressiveness. Hot air drifted across Edda’s cheeks and neck before their lips locked again, tongues probing forward and back like some coy dance. Her rough hands reached up, grasping Edda’s long raven-black hair.
Understanding brought a shock and horror to Edda’s consciousness. She was under a mind-control spell. And this filthy half-breed woman was under the same spell as her, forcing both of them both to make false love in some sick theatrical performance.
She tried to invoke a counter spell, channeling her energies to activate magic without a chant. But all her focus drifted away into an ocean of mirth. She found her eyes drifting downward, taking in the wolf girl’s petite body, her white fluffy tail swaying back and forth across her muscular legs and wide hips. Edda’s gaze drifted further down, until her own breasts filled her vision, her pale skin accenting her own sumptuous bosom, held up by her leather half-tunic.
A voice filled her head. She could not hear it. No one spoke it. She merely knew that someone had said the words.
“What’s wrong? Not enjoying yourselves? Sure you are! Come, embrace each other like lovers once more!”
Edda’s mind reeled.
“No… No! You piece of shit!”
Her consciousness cowered as she inched closer and closer. Edda’s breasts pressed against the wolf- girl’s. She let out a moan as her nipples rubbed against the cloth, smothering the wolf-girl’s petite form. Her own hands reached forward and embraced the wolf girl by the waist, one hand twiddling the base of her tail between her fingers, the other hand squeezing her toned, muscular ass.
And they kissed again. Lips rolled over each other, tongues sliding over and under each other as their breaths mingled together.
Edda once again tried to cast magic. To incinerate the wolf girl in a flash of flame. Nothing. Edda was completely and utterly powerless, her own horror only abated by the sensual pleasure of the wolf girl’s kiss.
Images of her boyfriend raced across Edda’s mind. The man she proudly found to be worthy of being her lover… What was his name? She couldn’t remember… Nothing came to mind. She thought of her subordinates in the organization, each of them highly trained assassins themselves… Where were they? How did this even happen? Edda was the daughter of one of the most powerful crime lords in the city. Whoever cast this mind control spell should have their skull pulled from their neck and put on a pike by now!
Edda tried to call out telepathically to her subordinates. To the man she loved. But there was no reply. No assuring voice to answer back.
And the voice laughed. The wolf-girl’s eyes were wide, gaze darting left and right to find the mastermind to this farce.
“You girls love it, don’t you? I never dreamed this would go so smoothly! You both really need to have better security. Were you too trusting? Or perhaps you just didn’t think those beneath you could carry such a threat?”
By some unseen command, the wolf-girl brought her hands up and pulled Edda’s head closer, fingers weaving through her raven-black hair. Their lips locked, tongues and mouths opening and closing in mock intimacy. The pleasure was mixed with fear, as the wolf-girl’s fangs bared down on Edda’s tongue, trying to bite it off. Just as Edda tried to activate magic, the Wolf-girl was willing to kill her if it meant a chance to end this farce and escape. Both their eyes were wide open, rage and fear both intermingling as they tasted each other’s breaths, both their minds grasping at ways to end the other.
The soundless-voice once again played in their heads.
“It was a matter of exposure, of course. One look at this artifact here and you’re under my spell. Full control! And I simply had to control one of your subordinates, have them show the artifact to their superior, and their superior afterwards. Again and again, going up the ladder until I get… to you two! Oh, you’ll both be my greatest treasures. The most sought after women in the entire city! Edda Gerstein, the Night Witch, a princess raised from the top very top of society! And Wolf.. Ohh, the way people whisper your name in every corner. Wolf, the terrifying mercenary commander. Hah! To think I would have such treasures… and both mine.. All mine!”
He stepped closer. She couldn’t hear him. Couldn’t sense him. The male voice didn’t have a sound or aura to be detected by magic. Was it because of mind-control? There was no way to perceive him, yet she knew he was there beside her. His voice was like a breathless whisper in her ear, echoing in her skull.
“What’s wrong Edda? For all your magical prowess, you can’t get past a spell as simple as this? Has the academy’s top graduate lost her touch? Don’t tell me that all that adventuring outside the city actually made you soft!”
Her eyes closed. The wolf- girl’s grip tightened. Her hands were so rough, the strength in her fingers beyond anything a normal human girl was capable of. Edda tried to speak. To communicate with the girl. Her mouth moved, but every action was to continue their endless kiss. To have their tongues poke and prod and taste the other’s mouth until the pleasure of their embrace melded their minds into one.
“And Wulf… So confident. So smug. To think you’d be so weak to mental charms. Oh, so cute!”
The man speaking reached up to pet the Wolf-girl’s head, scratching behind her ears. Wulf’s muscles tensed, then relaxed, then tensed again. It was obvious she was fighting against some ingrained instinct.
“Isn’t this nice? Such a sweet, wholesome moment! Brings a tear to my eyes! Oh, we’re going to have such a beautiful family!”
The man grabbed at Edda’s breasts. Squeezed them, pressed and pulled at them as fingers dug beneath the cloth to rub against her nipples. She moaned, eyes rolling back even as Wolf kept kissing her. The man kissed at the back of her neck, his tongue and lips traveling across her shoulders until it reached up below her ear.
“N-No..” Edda moaned again, but the only sound from her mouth came out as a cat-like mew.
“That’s right. Enjoy yourself. I’m going to make it all better. I will give you both… Everything.”
One of the man’s hands traveled down her stomach, caressing her curvaceous form, sliding from her belly to her hips and down her thighs. His fingers weaved into her panties to rub her clit in slow, circular motions.
Edda squirmed. Even since the beginning, she was dripping with arousal, legs weak and struggling to stand. Now she buckled, teetering and fro as the man’s fingers slid into her pussy and curved to rub at her most sensitive areas. Her eyes rolled back, her vision filled with the wolf-girl’s green gaze, staring at her with both a mix of fear and amusement.
“With both of you as my personal toys… I’m going to rule this city. And you both won’t have to worry about anything! I’ll give you all of life’s pleasures… As long as you give me what I want… A nice.. Happy.. Family.!”
The man’s fingers sped up, one hand rubbing Edda’s breasts while the other pushed and scratched at her pussy. Edda moaned again and again, her body fighting to break free yet her movements leaning into the man to continue his assault. Her lover. Her organization. She cried out to them in her mind, trying to use magic to reach them with telepathic connection. But her imagination went wild, shame and guilt building as she imagined them watching her now, powerless to endure this humiliation from some no-name freak.
“Unnghh… Aaannng…. AAAANNNNNGGGGHH..”
Edda moaned. Screamed. The mercenary’s dominating strength silenced her as she forcefully pressed her head forward, initiating a full, open-mouthed kiss where their tongues battled in a frenzy of panic. Edda felt the sensation building in her crotch. A pressure that built up stronger and stronger until it gushed out from between her legs. Edda fell, unable to support her own weight, whole body twitching in controllable spasms. She closed her eyes and opened them again, only to find that the wolf-girl had put her mouth between her legs, drinking the spray as it splattered across her face. The wolf-girl’s pure white hair was now a sopping mess that clung to her neck.
“Good. Good. That was a good start.. But how about we move this to my place? If we’re going to be a family, we’ll have to start making some babies!”
Edda’s vision faded. Her body was limp, unmoving. The only thing she saw was the male figure moving to Wolf’s kneeling form. The wolf-girl’s mouth was open, panting as her tongue hung from her mouth.
…..
There was the sensation of being carried. Of traveling.
…..
For the next few weeks, the entire city was in an uproar. The pampered daughter of a crime syndicate and the captain of one of the most ruthless mercenary groups had both gone missing. Where they went. Their condition. Or even if they were still alive, nobody knew.
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Epilogue:
“Yess, that’s good. Just like that.”
Edda couldn’t breathe. She coughed and gagged. Fluid dripped from her nose as she gurgled on her master’s cock. She had never swallowed a cock this deep before. Never needed to. She never gave another man a blowjob, such actions were far beneath someone of her standing. Now this man pulled at her black hair and pushed her head down with no regard for her inexperience.
Edda’s arms tensed, her hands patting the man’s stomach.
“Hurk Glurk Glurk.”
The man pulled and pushed at her head, Edda’s eyes opening and closing in anguish.
“There we go.. That’s right. Oh yes.”
How long has this session been going on? If he was so insistent on making babies, why weren’t they doing more actual sex?
Edda caught sight of Wulf, whose tail wagged, her face giving a smug expression as she watched Edda struggle. Now, the man forcefully pushed Edda’s head down further than she had ever gone, gagging any retort Edda could have made. She couldn’t even gag now, her throat couldn’t move. She closed her eyes and balled her hands into fists, holding her breath.
“FUAAAAHH!”
The man let go. Edda was finally free, able to raise her head high enough to slide the man’s cock out of her throat. She gasped for breath, leaning until she could fall back onto the bed. But Wolf caught her and pushed her forward, pressing Edda’s nose and mouth into the man’s balls and the base of his cock. There she breathed without struggle, forced to take in the stench man’s rancid penis.
“You did better this time. Very good. Making progress. Wulf, it’s your turn now.. Oh… Oh yes.. Oooh, so good.”
Wulf didn’t cough or gag. She didn’t swallow the cock, but worked the head of the penis with her lips and tongue. The man’s dick twitched in pleasure, veins pulsating as he reached closer and closer to orgasm.
It wasn’t long semen shot out across Wulf’s face, splattering across her eyes and nose before bouncing off and raining across Edda’s cheeks. Wulf picked her up by the shoulders and held her face in front of the cock. Cum drenched both of them, covering their forms in white as the semen flowed endlessly.
Edda thought about her old life. The violence, the danger, the feelings of power. But she knew all that was in the past. This was her life now. Her new purpose.
The End
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Author's Commentary:
Thank you for reading! Its been a VERY long time since I've uploaded any writing, so this piece was a good opportunity to get back into the groove of things. @_@ I'm still very rusty. Feel free to let me know of any mistakes or errors in the writing!
Big thanks to Osric/Aliapoh for the commission!