An Eldritch Pact
Copyright© 2025 by Nightfuel
Chapter 1
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Karl was surprised to learn he had inherited property in a small town in the mountains. It seemed like an opportunity to start over... but almost immediately strange occurrences began to happen. Karl could feel himself changing, and women were treating him differently. On top of that he was beginning to suspect there was more to his inheritance than he had first realised...
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Magic
“What a shit-hole.”
Karl winced as his girlfriend, Jessica, stood in front of the rustic-looking log cabin. She had the look on her face that he well knew. A dismissive twist to her lips that foretold that she would be in a foul mood for the rest of the day if he didn’t head it off.
“C’mon, Jess. Don’t be like that — sorry, Ms Bridges. The trip out here was a bit further out than we expected.”
Karl turned to the woman hovering behind them. She had a concerned and slightly offended expression on hearing Jessica’s vulgarity.
When she noticed him watching however, Alisha Bridges smoothed her face into a professional smile. It was quite a good smile, he thought. Carefully dazzling, and it went well with her makeup and business attire. The head of the local council was an attractive woman — even if she was probably ten years older than Karl. Mid-thirties if he was any judge. Even so, the gray pencil-skirt and jacket look was slightly spoiled by Alisha’s shivering. She would have been better served wearing a large coat like most of the people in the small village seemed to be sporting.
“That’s quite alright, Mr Fisher. I will admit the outer facade is perhaps ... dated. But the interior is quite lovely. Charmingly rustic. Your uncle’s home was long admired by anyone who saw it. It’s been here for years, you know. One of the earliest buildings in the region ... although I understand it has had some additions over the years.”
Jessica’s shoulders were hunched against the cool mountain air. It wasn’t winter yet by any means, but the weather had definitely turned. Karl’s girlfriend wrapped his hoodie tighter around herself. He’d tried to tell her that it could get cold up in the mountains, but she’d ignored him. She had focused instead on a look that highlighted her slender frame — jeans and a singlet top. Karl would readily admit that the outfit suited her, however impractical it was for their current location. He’d seen his girlfriend’s face pinch in dismay as they got out of his truck to a piercingly cold breeze. Jessica had solved the problem by immediately stealing Karl’s hoodie. Her small frame was swallowed by the oversized garment, and she had looked a lot happier.
At first.
Jessica tossed her head dismissively at hearing the description of the house they were standing in front of.
“Realestate agent talk for ‘shit-hole’ basically.”
“Mrs Fischer, I’m not —”
“We aren’t married. I’m no one’s property.”
Alisha paused, taking a breath. Her smile grew a little wider, but seemed brittle.
“Quite. I’m sorry, Miss. But as I was saying, I’m not a realestate agent. I just volunteered to show Mr Fischer to his new home. I try to meet all our new residents.”
Karl held up a hand, smoothly stepping in front of his girlfriend. He knew Jess had a sharp tongue on her, and this well-meaning woman didn’t deserve a verbal lashing.
“Call me Karl, please. You don’t have to call me ‘mister’...”
Karl trailed off, grimacing. He didn’t think he had ever been called ‘Mr’ before. It sounded uncomfortable to the twenty-five year old. Stuffy and altogether too tight.
Alisha gave him another smile, but this one seemed a little more genuine.
“I’ll be glad to, Karl. And you can call me Alisha. Everyone knows each other up here. We don’t tend to stand on ceremony. I’m sure you’ll get a feeling for the place soon enough.”
“Actually, I grew up here. Kind of. I don’t remember much, my dad and I left when I was six.”
Alisha cocked her head, looking fascinated.
“I didn’t know that. How interesting! That was before my time though. Will you father...?”
“He’s no longer with us, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”
Alisha looked mortified. Karl just shook his head, smiling reassuringly at her.
“It’s alright. It’s been five years now. But thank you.”
Jessica huffed out a sigh, frowning at the way her breath fogged out in front of her mouth.
“Can we get inside some time this year? I’m freezing, Karl.”
Alisha’s eyes flickered for a moment, and then she rubbed briskly at her arms.
“I guess I am holding you up. Lovely to meet you, Karl. Ms Jessica. If you need anything or have any questions, please don’t hesitate to contact me. You have my number. Mr Fischer — sorry, Karl. Welcome back to Bracken Ridge!”
Karl waved goodbye to Alisha. His eyes lingered on her full ass as she walked back to her car, admiring the way her hips moved in the tight skirt. A clearing of a throat behind him made Karl whirl around. Jessica’s eyes were narrowed, but for once she didn’t say anything. She was more concerned with the cold.
“Hurry up, Karl. If I knew how fucking cold it was up here, I wouldn’t have come.”
Karl stopped himself from snapping back. He knew Jess; that was what she was aiming for. His girlfriend seemed to thrive on drama. When she didn’t have any, she manufactured some. Karl supposed it was an exciting way to get through life, but he tired of it sometimes.
Karl walked up the front door, taking a moment to look it over.
He had vague memories of the place. Like he’d told Alisha, he had been young when he’d last been here. He only barely remembered his Uncle Arnold — a large, bluff man with a booming voice. Karl’s father had never told him why they’d left without ever coming back. Only that he’d tell his son when he was older. But that time had never come.
The young man took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders. It was cold, but it didn’t bother him too much — even with Jess wearing his hoodie. He was used to working outdoors. Karl had been labouring and working with his hands ever since finishing high school. Study had never appealed to him — he just didn’t have the mentality to sit in a room all day. He preferred being outdoors.
Karl liked it out here — no matter what his girlfriend said about how rural and folksy the place was. And that wasn’t really fair to the town of Bracken Ridge anyway. It was the last community before you reached the ski-resorts further up in the hills. Apparently it was pretty quiet during the off-season — which it currently was — but Karl found the stark beauty of the place appealing.
Even the log cabin he had inherited from his uncle had its own rustic charm — although calling it a ‘cabin’ wasn’t entirely fair. It was a full-sized house with multiple rooms, and even a small second floor where the master bedroom was situated.
Something about the place called to Karl.
He had been mildly shocked to hear about the inheritance. Karl hadn’t even known his uncle had died until six months after the fact. It had taken them that long to track him down — the only family member that Arnold Fischer had. Karl was ambiguous about it — he felt strange that the last member of his family had died, but he hadn’t known the man. But ... he had been left the house.
Karl sighed. It was beautiful out here. Peaceful and quiet. But he didn’t know if he could keep this place. How was he supposed to make a living out here in this tiny township?
“Hello? Earth to Karl? Are you planning on me freezing my nips off, or are you going to open the door?”
“Ah, sorry, Jess. One sec.”
Karl shook himself, and then dug through his pocket for the key. It felt strange — owning property. He hadn’t known how to process any of it, never mind that it had taken over three months to sort everything out after he had been notified. The funeral, a cremation apparently, had been long over by the time Karl had found out, and he simply hadn’t been able to afford time off work to come out here until now. He had arranged things by proxy until he was ready to finally come out and see his new house.
As Karl inserted the key, turning it, he jumped — startled by what felt like an electric jolt running all the way through him. It was a strange sensation — a shivering that rippled up his arm, and then through his chest. He stumbled back a few steps until Jess poked him in the back.
“What are you jumping about?”
“Nothing. Something just shocked me. Funny, must be static or something. The air is pretty dry out here.”
“Yeah, my lips are already chapped. Hurry up, babe.”
Karl opened the door without any further shocks. They both walked inside, closing the door behind them. For a second, Karl’s vision swam — he felt dizzy as he crossed the threshold. Like he was standing at a great precipice. A chasm that went down forever. Karl knew he was really just standing on the bare hardwood floor of the cabin, but at the same time it was like he...
Jess sighed in relief, breaking the moment. She rubbed at her arms, scowling as she took in the sparsely furnished interior. She sniffed.
“Thank god we are out of that wind — but that bitch could have turned on the heating for us. This place is like an ice chest!”
Karl shook his head, dispelling that strange sensation. He must have been more fatigued from the drive than he’d realised.
“She didn’t have the key, Jess. She was just being nice and welcoming us to the town.”
Jess sniffed again, wrapping Karl’s hoodie more firmly around herself.
“You would take her side. Just because you couldn’t take your eyes off her fat ass in that slutty skirt.”
Karl paused, but let it slide. They’d been stuck in the car for hours; they were both just tired. He walked over to the living room table where some information and a few more keys lay. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t known before, but he still appreciated the refresher. Karl had been organising everything long distance; a few repairs and some furniture being delivered. He hadn’t gone overboard — just a couch, a bed, and some table and chairs. The basics. Apparently a lot of his uncle’s furniture had been damaged; he having died while the windows had been open. It had been some time before anyone had discovered his passing.
Karl picked up a small remote off the table, and pointed it at reverse cycle air-conditioning unit above the door, turning it on. His uncle’s cabin didn’t have a proper heating unit, but it did have a large fireplace in the living room.
“There, Jess. That should take the chill out of the air. I’ll light us a fire if it gets colder. That’ll be nice, won’t it?”
“It’d be nice if were staying at a chalet or something. Didn’t you say that there were ski resorts further up?”
“Yeah, but they are closed. And I wouldn’t waste the money even if they were open — this is fine. I didn’t come up here for a holiday, I came to see my uncle’s cabin.”
Jess grabbed one of the dining chairs, and dragged it across the ground until it was situated right in front of the air-conditioner. Karl had hid a wince as she did — he was sure she was making the chair legs squeak as she dragged it on purpose. Jessica sat down right in front of the warm air, shivering.
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