An Eldritch Pact
Copyright© 2025 by Nightfuel
Chapter 14
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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
“Amanda? What — what are you doing here?”
Amanda sat up, her smile widening. She wriggled on the sofa, shifting her hips — the action causing the front of her flannel shirt to gape open even more. Karl was tantalised by the sight of even more pale flesh, deliciously freckled. He could see a slight darkening, the hint of a nipple...
Lust slammed into Karl so hard that his mouth went dry. He stared at Amanda hungrily, tracing every curve of her body with his eyes. The redheaded woman was practically naked, so sexy that it was hard to focus on why she was here.
Amanda shivered happily under Karl’s gaze, hugging herself around her middle. This pushed her breasts together, making her already ample chest even more pronounced.
“Oooh ... that’s a good look, Karl. Practically ravenous. I feel like you’re on the verge of just lunging at me. How ... fun.”
Karl swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment. He had to get control of himself. This was ... he didn’t understand what was happening. The surge of lust had momentarily held his exhaustion at bay, but now he was feeling it all again. Karl tried again to get an answer out of Amanda, speaking slowly and enunciating every word.
“What. Are you. Doing here?”
Amanda patted Karl’s ankle again, trailing the tip of her finger up along his calf until he jerked his leg away. Amanda chuckled.
“What am I doing here? I thought we needed to talk. It was time.”
Karl sat up. He was feeling vulnerable still laying down while she was looking at him. Karl cleared his throat.
“Talk? Is this about what happened at your place? You’re right, Amanda, we need to talk. But not here! Did you break in? Does anyone know you’re here? You can’t just —”
Karl was interrupted by Amanda bursting into laughter. It was unfettered, free. A silvery sound of pure amusement that rang throughout the room. Karl’s eyes widened in shock, and glanced towards the stairs. Jess would hear that, would come down to investigate. How could Karl explain this away?
Karl scrambled across the sofa towards Amanda, lunging at her and clamping his hand over her mouth. He hissed, his voice lowered.
“Quiet! Are you crazy?”
Amanda seemed perfectly at ease with Karl pinning her to the sofa while she was half naked. She rolled her eyes at him. Then Karl suddenly felt Amanda’s tongue, licking across the palm of his hand. Over and over, coating his hand with her saliva, making his skin slick...
Karl cursed under his breath, springing back from her. His head was throbbing, his dick aching — he was hard and ready. As soon as she had started licking him, all Karl could think about was pushing her down on the sofa, covering her body with his. Sliding between her soft thighs, hearing her moan as he entered her. Amanda’s scent filled him, and he couldn’t help but stare at her, entranced.
Amanda seemed perfectly at ease under the weight of Karl’s gaze. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, sliding her thighs over one another. Her hand idly played with the last few buttons that were fastened on her shirt. As she made eye contact with Karl, Amanda popped them open, one by one. She arched her back, her flannel shirt falling fully open. Revealing her bare breasts for the first time.
They were perfect. Pale orbs, topped with rosy pink nipples, erect in the cool air. Her breasts were peppered liberally with freckles, a trail that continued down her smooth stomach, past her belly button.
Karl’s voice was so rough it was almost a growl. He glanced up towards the bedroom where Jess was. It was the only thing keeping him in place.
“ ... put your clothes back on. Jessica could come downstairs any second.”
Amanda laughed softly. She trailed the back of her hand lightly down her sternum between her breasts. She smiled.
“The one upstairs? She won’t be interrupting us.”
A cold feeling swept through Karl.
“What are you talking about. What did you do?”
Amanda just smiled wider. She rocked back on the sofa for a second, and then propelled herself to her feet. Amanda walked around the living room, lifting her legs high with every step, pointing with her toes like a dancer. Her pale thighs flashed, captivating. Then Amanda suddenly pirouetted, coming to face Karl. She put her hands behind her back, lifting herself up on the tips of her toes like she was full of energy. She looked unaccountably serious for a moment. Like there was nothing untoward about standing near-naked in his house at night.
Karl’s head was spinning; he didn’t know what to think.
“Amanda —”
Amanda interrupted Karl, rolling her eyes. She spoke in a sing-song voice.
“Amanda, Amanda, Amanda. You’re far slower than I would like. But beggars can’t be choosers. And I suppose you do have good taste.”
Amanda shrugged off her flannel shirt, letting it fall to the ground. Now clad in only her panties, she looked down at her body as if regarding it for the first time. She cupped her breasts, hefting them. Thumbing at her nipples. Admiring them.
“Yes. Very good taste indeed.”
Karl’s voice was strangled. His eyes were locked onto Amanda’s body, barely looking at her face.
“What are you —”
Amanda spun on the spot, laughing, coming to rest facing Karl again. She put her hands on her hips, leaning forwards playfully.
“I’ll do you a small favour, Karl, and take your words literally, not in the inane way you meant them. What am I? Why, I am your best friend, Karl! Your confidant. The one who will always have your back, the one that will give you all that you desire, so long as you give me what I want. Or at least I could be.”
Amanda’s eyes flashed again, and — for the first time — Karl felt a real surge of fear run through him. He suddenly had the urge to retreat, to put his back to the wall. He licked his lips.
“What — what is going on in this town?”
“This town? That is an uninspired question, Karl. The better question would be what was your uncle getting up to. And the answer to that was as much as he physically could.”
Amanda laughed again, seeming utterly unconcerned with the fear in Karl’s eyes.
“My Uncle? You knew my uncle too?”
Amanda moved swiftly, so swiftly that Karl barely registered it at first. She was suddenly right there before him, slamming her foot against the back of the sofa right next to Karl’s head. She leant forward, outstretched, distractingly lithe and flexible. Karl found himself looking down along Amanda’s long leg. He had the perfect view of the pale skin of her shapely calf and thigh, all the way down to her panty-covered crotch.
Amanda moved in closer, leaning on her knee. She lowered her voice as she put a hand caressingly on Karl’s cheek.
“It’s lucky that you’re cute, Karl. I won’t lie — that makes things so much easier for me. Arnold was a big man, but not in the best of shape. Past his prime.”
Karl licked his lips. He couldn’t help but glance to the side where Amanda’s bare foot was resting by his head.
“You. You’re not Amanda, are you?”
Her smile widened, her eyes flashed.
“No, Karl. No I am not.”
Amanda stood up, taking her foot off of the sofa just as quickly as she had slammed it there. She spun, walking away lithely ... and then Alisha was looking over her shoulder at him.
The blonde woman flashed Karl a dazzlingly professional smile — completely at odds with the risqué set of lingerie she was wearing. Alisha turned, putting her hands on her hips — showing off the lacy corset that barely contained her breasts.