Enslaving the Princess (Mind Control Breeding)
by Nadia Nightside
Camille, handmaiden to young, beautiful Princess Mariana, has been coming to Counselor Victor for weeks now to seek his counsel. She keeps thinking it may be a bad idea to reveal so much to him about her life and about the whims of the teenage Princess, but then Victor just pulls out his shiny blue crystal and everything seems all right once more.
Victor always explains to her calmly how he's the one who should be in charge of thinking and deciding, not her. His special crystal, combined with the delicious milky drinks of his own design that he gives her, make everything he says make so much sense.
Camille starts to believe everything Victor says, like how the old King is just in the way. How the gorgeous virgin Princess should really serve him, and how lovely Camille should do everything she can to help him out, like a good slave should.
Camille didn't remember becoming a slave, but Victor said it, so it MUST be true . . .
For mature audiences only -- this erotic short story (~7500 words) contains hot, explicit scenes of hypnotic induction, mind control, a teenage slave hypnotizing a royal virgin, breeding/impregnation, girl-on-girl and guy-on-girl sex!
Excerpt:
Ready to fly into a rage, Princess Mariana strutted back across the marble floor in her magnificent heels—she had never quite learned to walk without strutting and showing off how gorgeous she was—and opened the door.
Camille was right behind the door already, holding a goblet full of the milky red liquid. Frilly little green gloves decorated her hands as they held the goblet. The dazzling brunette was smiling warmly, wearing a green silk dress, the fabric entirely sheer. It was impossible not to stare at Camille's bulging pregnant belly, her milk-engorged breasts.
Camille held the goblet up in a green-gloved hand. “Your refreshment, my Princess.”
Mariana snatched it from her, taking a sip. The euphoria swept over her instantly. Everything started to feel better.
“Where are my guards?” asked Mariana. “The other servants?”
Camille looked around. The usual posting of ten armed guards and a servant for each was nowhere to be found.
“I believe they moved down the hall,” said Camille. “To give you your privacy on this tiresome day.”
Mariana had already stopped listening. Tiresome. It was all so tiresome, that was exactly the word. She had no mind to keep track of the movements of servants.
The gorgeous royal teenager strode back inside her quarters, and found the nearest couch to slide her luxurious body on. She sipped away at her drink, enjoying its thick texture, the constant state of euphoria it spread through her hot body.
“When did you get so pregnant?” she asked.
Camille had followed Mariana, sitting at the edge of an adjacent couch. Mariana was resting deep in the pillows, almost flat, and Camille was looking down at her. The long tresses of the brunette's sparkling, soft hair tickled Mariana's face pleasantly. Everything was so pleasant.
Victor always explains to her calmly how he's the one who should be in charge of thinking and deciding, not her. His special crystal, combined with the delicious milky drinks of his own design that he gives her, make everything he says make so much sense.
Camille starts to believe everything Victor says, like how the old King is just in the way. How the gorgeous virgin Princess should really serve him, and how lovely Camille should do everything she can to help him out, like a good slave should.
Camille didn't remember becoming a slave, but Victor said it, so it MUST be true . . .
For mature audiences only -- this erotic short story (~7500 words) contains hot, explicit scenes of hypnotic induction, mind control, a teenage slave hypnotizing a royal virgin, breeding/impregnation, girl-on-girl and guy-on-girl sex!
Excerpt:
Ready to fly into a rage, Princess Mariana strutted back across the marble floor in her magnificent heels—she had never quite learned to walk without strutting and showing off how gorgeous she was—and opened the door.
Camille was right behind the door already, holding a goblet full of the milky red liquid. Frilly little green gloves decorated her hands as they held the goblet. The dazzling brunette was smiling warmly, wearing a green silk dress, the fabric entirely sheer. It was impossible not to stare at Camille's bulging pregnant belly, her milk-engorged breasts.
Camille held the goblet up in a green-gloved hand. “Your refreshment, my Princess.”
Mariana snatched it from her, taking a sip. The euphoria swept over her instantly. Everything started to feel better.
“Where are my guards?” asked Mariana. “The other servants?”
Camille looked around. The usual posting of ten armed guards and a servant for each was nowhere to be found.
“I believe they moved down the hall,” said Camille. “To give you your privacy on this tiresome day.”
Mariana had already stopped listening. Tiresome. It was all so tiresome, that was exactly the word. She had no mind to keep track of the movements of servants.
The gorgeous royal teenager strode back inside her quarters, and found the nearest couch to slide her luxurious body on. She sipped away at her drink, enjoying its thick texture, the constant state of euphoria it spread through her hot body.
“When did you get so pregnant?” she asked.
Camille had followed Mariana, sitting at the edge of an adjacent couch. Mariana was resting deep in the pillows, almost flat, and Camille was looking down at her. The long tresses of the brunette's sparkling, soft hair tickled Mariana's face pleasantly. Everything was so pleasant.