An Eldritch Pact
Copyright© 2025 by Nightfuel
Chapter 6
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Karl weakly batted the reaching hand away from him, lurching to his feet with a supreme effort. His head spun, and he would have fallen over if not for the rough hand that grabbed him — ungently steadying him by pushing him back against the tree that had halted his fall.
The man holding him laughed — a rasping and caustic sound.
“Careful boy. Who knows how many tumbles you have left in you?”
Karl clutched at his head, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. The grizzled and unshaven face of the man he’d had a run in with the day before swam into focus.
“You — you’re ... Jasper?”
Jasper turned his head to spit down onto the ground.
“Don’t recall introducing meself, boy. Someone been carrying tales?”
“Get off of me!”
Karl shrugged himself out from under Jasper’s hand, dismayed at how weak he felt. It wasn’t just his head either. His ribs felt like he had been kicked by a horse — something he acutely remembered from his younger days when he had been stupid and messing around at a friend’s farm.
Jasper eyed him as he staggered a few steps away. The old man sneered.
“Grateful, aren’t you. Typical of your generation.”
Karl gaped at him. His anger flared into life. Even injured, he wasn’t too worried about this skinny old man.
“You — you insane old fuck! Did you actually mean to kill me or are you so blind that you didn’t see me?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, boy.”
Karl staggered closer, prodding Jasper in his thin chest. The flannel shirt the old man wore felt greasy and dirty.
“Don’t fucking play games with me! First you had a go at me yesterday, and then you hit me with your truck — did I really piss you off that much?!”
A wave of dizziness swept over Karl. He wasn’t being smart, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d nearly died! If he’d hit his head on that tree instead of his chest...
Jasper struck Karl’s hand away from him. He took hold of the younger man’s shoulders and forcibly made him sit back down — a fact that filled Karl with chagrin at just how easily he was manhandled. Jasper’s voice was gruff.
“Calm down, you’re talking nonsense. It’s a fair way down the slope. Didja hit ya head? I don’t see no blood.”
Karl rubbed at his chest, taking a carefully slow and deep breath. He didn’t feel any sharp or stabbing pains — a real danger sign with injuries to your ribs — so that was something. Inwardly, his heart sank. Karl knew from experience that injuries to your ribs could lay you out for weeks if not months. He had been useless for five weeks when he’d been kicked by that horse. It was the kind of injury that someone who made their living by physical work dreaded.
Karl grunted.
“Not head. Chest.”
Jasper spat again.
“Huh. Lucky son of a bitch, aren’t ya.”
“You tell me. You fucking ran me off the road! If I hadn’t jumped...”
Jasper shook his head, looking away to the side so that Karl couldn’t see his expression.
“Not me, didn’t do nothing of the sort.”
“Then how are you here so fucking quick?”
Jasper glared down at Karl.
“I saw ya go over the edge, boy. It took me a mite to park me truck. More to make my way down here without breaking me leg. I’m not a young man no more. You were down here five, ten minutes, before I reached ya.”
Karl turned his head, looking up at the slope. The battered old truck that he had seen the day before was parked on the edge of the road. The engine was still running and the sound of it spluttering and misfiring echoed around them.
Karl rubbed at his head again, wincing as the action made his chest hurt. It ... wasn’t as bad as he’d feared it could have been. Karl thought so anyway. His chest didn’t hurt as bad as it would if he had broken his ribs. Even so, the bruises he was sure to have were going to be massive.
Still ... just what had happened? Karl glanced up at Jasper’s truck again. The battered old vehicle, rusted in places, seemed ominous as it loomed above them. But Karl had admit that the old truck sounded nothing like the car that had hit him. That car had sounded newer, the engine roaring loudly.
Karl took a breath.
“I ... see. Thanks. I was just confused because —”
Jasper spoke loudly over the top of him.
“I don’t need to listen to ya ramblings. If your head’s not messed up, we’ll get you up and gone.”
Jasper proceeded to pull Karl back to his feet, and then started chivvying him up the embankment. Karl was confused at the quick turn around from the old man. What’s more, Jasper’s help was more symbolic than anything else. There was a wiry strength to the old caretaker, but he seemed mostly content to let Karl struggle his way up to the road by himself.
Karl, slightly breathless, tried to strike up a conversation with the old man. He had stopped to help him after all.
“Look, sorry for accusing you. You did stop to help me. So, uh, you were talking about a curse the other day? About my uncle’s cabin? I did ask some other locals about it, and they said that —”
“Shut up.”
Jasper’s reply was instantaneous. His voice grew soft and dangerous. Karl stared at him in surprise.
“What? But you were talking about —”
“Don’t pry. Don’t ask questions. I ... shouldn’t have said anything. Just demolish the place — put in those stupid apartments that are going up everywhere. Do what should have been done at the start.”
Karl panted as he struggled up the last part of the embankment. His sides were killing him. He straightened, looking sidelong at Jasper.
“Is there something I should know? I mean, I don’t believe in anything supernatural. Ghosts or hauntings or whatever. Is there an old story or something about the place? I mean — haha — I did get an odd feeling about it this morning, but —”
Jaspers face purpled, and he rounded on Karl. He prodded him hard in the chest, rocking him back a step.
“Fucking leave it, boy. Just listen to me — questions can be bad for ya health. Keep going and taking a ‘fall’ down an embankment is going to be the least of what troubles you.”
“ ... is that a threat?”
Jasper just laughed harshly.
“Don’t need it to be. Just listen to what I say.”
“Look you old bastard, you’re the one who told me about it in the first place! No one else knows what the fuck you’re talking about.”
Jasper spat on the ground.
“Some don’t. Some do. Most left. Don’t go starting up anything again.”
Jasper cast one last disparaging look at Karl before climbing into his truck.
“You look well enough to walk, boy. You ... you just watch yourself.”
Karl just stared as the old man drove away, his truck spluttering as he disappeared around a bend in the road. Too late he realised that if Jasper had seen him fall down the embankment, he would have seen the car that had hit him as well. Why hadn’t he said anything?
By the time that he got back to the cabin, night had truly fallen. The going had been slow. It wasn’t just his ribs either. Karl had begun limping halfway back. He felt like his body was just one big mess of bruises. Karl was relieved to see that his truck was parked out front, so he knew that Jess was back at least.
Karl eased the door open, wincing as even the effort of opening the front door made his muscles scream. He stumbled as he walked inside, the room spinning. Karl silently cursed his unsteady legs.
“Jess?”
Karl stumbled inside, awkwardly shrugging out of his light coat. Jessica had turned the heater on so that the inside of the cabin was pleasantly warm.
“Jess, are you here?”