Max JT Meyer
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Dark Sorcery
🕑 Added 2025-12-29 08:24:23 +0000 UTCOne of the things I use for inspiration is finding story in pictures. If you've seen my manips you're already familiar with this. This story actually came from randomly choosing an old manip to turn into a story.
This is dark urban fantasy magic/hypnosis, right around 3500 words.
For subscribers, I have another more conventional story I'll be posting soon.
Synopsis: A small town deputy returns to the station late in the night after the sheriff has gone missing, only to find a mysterious, mostly naked woman in a cloak waiting for him.
Dark Sorcery
“Hello Deputy,” Deputy Conner Trent stopped dead in his office and looked at the woman sitting on the reception desk apparently waiting for him at two in the morning.
It had not been a good night, Sheriff Daniels was missing, he’d responded to a call at the motel at the edge of town, and had just disappeared. The motel clerk said the Sheriff had gone into the room about the call, but she didn’t see him come out and when he went to look there was no sign of him, or anyone. She’d said the woman who’d checked in was just a plain ordinary woman driving an early 00s tan sedan as utterly forgettable as she was.
The woman sitting on the desk was anything but forgettable and he didn’t know where to start with her.
First, if he had to pick a first, was the fact that she was naked save for a purplish black hooded cloak that covered more of her face than it did her body, her pale, naked body.
She was naked, totally naked except for that cloak, she didn’t even have shoes on.
Second, he could only see the lower half of her face and it seemed like a remarkably beautiful face from what he could see. She had a narrow, angular jaw, soft, pale lips that stood out against her pale skin, and she had so much pale skin on display that it made the third thing, the huge purple jem hanging from her neck, almost hard to notice because the fourth thing, which was really the first thing… if you didn’t count her bare pussy also being on display and her fingers gently teasing it… was the fact she had huge, genuinely, unbelievably huge tits with pierced nipples.
Her milky white breasts were enormous porn star tits, but they jiggled like they were natural even as they stood out like they were fake.
It was hard to notice anything past those tits, past those impossible tits, including her sparkling necklace and her long black hair that had the same strange, pale quality as her lips. It was even hard to notice her playing with herself because those tits were simply impossible.
It was strange, as he stood there in the reception area looking at this very strange, impossible woman, he didn’t think any of this was actually impossible because it was all actually happening. It was just disorienting
But then again everything about this was strange and far beyond the day to day life of a small town deputy.
Conner’s first instinct was to go for his gun, but he stopped his hand half way, “Hello ma’am, uh… how did you get in here, and what do you want?”
She laughed, “I wanted to see you deputy, and I used these so I could make sure I saw you alone.”
She stopped toying with her clit to push her massive breasts together, but then reached down and held up the sheriff’s key ring with his key card attached again, “And I used these.”
The sight of those tits, just the plain sight of those huge tits being pressed together, so much warm flesh spilling through her fingers and softly pressing in, made his cock jump a little and made him a little lightheaded for a second.
“Your sheriff, he did his best but…” she put the keyring back on the receptionist’s desk “he didn’t have the endurance of body and spirit to, what is it on your badges? To serve and protect?”
Her hands were back to her tits and he was going to correct her, that “protect and serve” was a police motto and had nothing to do with this town’s sheriff’s department but it was late and he was tired and her enormous breasts were distracting.
“Were you saying something deputy? Or were you just finding it easier to listen to me? Many men find it easier to simply listen to me, and after a time, obey me, but maybe you’ll find it easier to obey me without really hearing what’s being said now, do you understand?”
He didn’t. He blinked his eyes and felt suddenly disoriented, drained by the growing throb between his legs and was unable to fully process what was happening.
“I don’t, Uh… I…”
Again he thought about going for his gun, but there was something disorienting him, keeping his hands still, and it might have just been those enormous breasts, softly swaying, jiggling, and moving as she massaged them. “No, I don’t understand. Who are you and what are you doing here? And where’s the sheriff?”
With those last words it was like he suddenly remembered everything that was happening and realized something deeply wrong was unfolding.
“Oh, me?” she stopped massaging her breasts and put a hand to the large purple gem in her large amulet, “Do you really want to know my name, deputy? Do you really want to know where your old boss has drifted away to? Or is there something else…”
With every question it was getting harder to think, harder to look away from her amulet and he couldn’t tell if it was glowing or just reflecting the light in the room, sparkling and shimmering, casting a gentle purple glow outward, making his eyelids feel suddenly heavy and his mind softly sleepy.
“Somehing else you were thinking, before you started forgetting? Feeling your words slipping and your thoughts fading, down, down, down into your aching cock now, maybe? Aching for me…”
She held the bottom of the amulet with one hand gently toying with it as she started to tease between her legs again with the other.
“You’re so thoughtful and brave, so courteous and courageous, but what happens when you go from being full of thoughts, to being empty and open. And wouldn’t that be what it says on your badge now, empty and open, a mind without questions or duties, a body without will or purpose, standing, staring, forgetting…”
She moaned as her fingers slid deep into herself, and still he stood there like a deer in the headlights, the purple glow of the crystal turning all his thoughts to fading shadows in its light, flickering, shimmering, glowing as he shuffled towards her, closer and closer.
“Good, now be still a moment,” she reached forward and slid her wet fingers into his mouth, and his lips parted without resistance. “And suck my fingers clean.”
He closed his eyes and fell into a purple black darkness, his mind, his self, his will nothing more than a silhouette as the purple light shone through his closed eyelids and her taste slid through him like medicine.
He stood there gasping, devoid of thought or determination as she slid her fingers out of his mouth and wiped his own saliva on the sleeve of his uniform. “Good boy. That’s so much better than thinking, or speaking, or asking questions, isn’t it, deputy?”
She put those same fingers under his chin and made him nod, and he did so happily.
“Now, was there someone you were looking for?”
She’d stopped playing with her amulet and gone back to fondling her breasts, and he felt a warm wooziness in his body, intoxicating him with blissful emptiness and a taste in his mouth that he was desperate for more of. “Was there something you wanted to ask me?”
The crystal’s glow had faded to nothing, flickering like a flashlight dying before fading out entirely but the motion of her huge, heavy breasts was more captivating than before. She was still sitting on the edge of the desk and now he was so much closer to her, his head tilted slightly to stare at her hands as they massaged her tits in a rolling, lolling, placating pattern of pushing them together and rolling them apart. Every time they separated he saw the crystal shimmer for a small flash of dim light, and every time she pushed them together and made the amulet disappear between them he felt a wave of desperate, aching arousal throb between his legs.
He was floating in a drunken haze of sexual desire and confusion, while part of him fell deeper into the abyss of her soft, overwhelming breasts and voice every time those tits came together, causing another part of him slid further and further away from the enchanting hold of her crystal’s now faded light.
There was something… someone… he was looking for. His eyes had been closed for a long moment and now, through half closed lids, he saw the sheriff’s key ring on the desk next to her. His short term memory was fuzzy, and it took him a moment to realize she’d already shown the keys to him.
She saw him looking at the keys instead of her chest.
“Where did you get those,” his hand was moving, slowly from his side towards his gun.
“You don’t really care,” she hefted one breast with one hand, and used her other hand to gently trace her pierced nipple, “do you? It doesn’t matter now that I’m here, and you’re here, does it?”
He licked his lips and wished he had more of her taste, and his eyes were held completely transfixed by her finger playing with her nipple, but something, fear, danger, duty, he didn’t know what because he didn’t know anything truly in that moment, whatever he was feeling kept him from wholly succumbing back down under her sway.
“Why do you have the sheriff’s keys,” sparks of brain activity shot down his spine and his nerves twitched into wakefulness, at least for the moment. “What did you do to him?”
His hand was on his gun, but it was still holstered and he still couldn’t look away from her enthralling, heaving, hypnotic breasts. And he could still taste her, she was on his tongue, lingering and aching for another taste, just like his cock was aching despite everything unfolding around him.
“Does it matter that he doesn’t need them anymore,” she put a hand on the desk and the other hand back between her legs. “Does anything matter other than the sound of my voice?”
He couldn’t think, but that was a strangely good question, and part of him wanted to say no, to sink and give in to the feelings that kept overwhelming him and swallowing, and to just watch her fingers as she pleasured herself, hearing her wetness and her little moans as he stood there unable to speak, or move much more than he just had, or look away.
But finally, even as her fingers took on a smooth in and out motion, in and out steadily, rhythmically, predictably and so satisfying to watch, so easy to watch, finally his head twitched and his mouth started to move, “Yes, it does… it does matter.”
Her eyes were still covered by her hood, but her mouth made an “o” as she gasped, “That’s it deputy, keep fighting it. Keep showing me how strong you are, and tell me, tell me what you want to know, ask me anything you can think of, ask me everything that comes to your soft, melting mind. Tell me and be free of your thoughts again.”
He didn’t consciously understand what she was saying, he just pressed on, forced his mouth to move, and forced his dim, hollow sparks of thought into words.
“Where is the sheriff?”
She adjusted and kept fingering herself while she started to play with her amulet again, the crystal flashed and sparkled, not as bright as before, but the glow enthralled him just as it did before. “I’ll tell you, if you taste me.”
He moaned, and his lips parted, “Good boy.”
He sucked her juices off her fingers again, and as he sucked she moaned, “He is gone, wholly and completely gone, and soon it will be as though he never was.”
Her answer didn’t make any sense, but he also couldn’t really remember what he asked.
“Now,” she slid her fingers out of his mouth and his eyes opened slowly again, glassy and empty as her taste exploded on his tongue and spread through his body even more strongly than before. He gasped as he spurted just a little precum forcefully into his underwear, just the faintest twitch of something orgasmic. “Now, ask me your other questions my good boy, ask me again and I’ll give you your answers.”
“Why…” he couldn’t remember which “why” he was looking for in his mind, but there were other questions, and now her crystal was sparkling again, glowing softly, and even though it was starting to flicker out he could see it shimmer gently as its facets moved slightly with her hand while she went back to fondling a nipple with her wet fingers.
“Why do you have the sheriff’s keys?” Her sweet, sticky scent was floating from between her legs and he could taste her more and more with every breath, and he wanted to bury his face between her legs but he could only stand and stare, and watch, and speak.
“So I could come and see you, alone.” Her words were so soft and her voice was so warm, like t the crystal, flashing and glowing, gently fading even as it washed over his mind like her voice, like love. “So I could see if you were strong enough and man enough to satisfy me and sustain me. Don’t you want to be strong enough and vital enough to please me, my good boy?”
His hand still rested on his gun, but now it felt stuck there as his whole body felt frozen, and he couldn’t imagine anything better than being man enough for her. He wanted desperately to please her and satisfy her, especially when she called him her good boy.
The light in the crystal died again, but he didn’t notice.
“If you want to be man enough for me just,” she slid forward on the desk and thrust her pussy forward, “just have a little taste of me, directly from the source this time.”
He moved at her command, and her whim, and as he pressed his face between her legs it felt as thought her pussy was kissing him back, and slowly, desperately he licked at her until she pulled his head away.
He couldn’t remember what he had asked, and as he knelt there on the floor now, she towered over him, her huge breasts blocking her face and her necklace, but it didn’t matter.
“Ask your next question so you can be free of it too.”
The words fell out of his mouth, not by his own volition, but by some kind of psychic gravity.
“What did you do to him,” he asked as he stared up at those tits, bouncing and jiggling as she rolled and fondled them above him.
The question existed out of context, out of meaning, it was just words that needed to be said, something mechanical that needed to be done.
“Kiss,” she pointed between her legs, “and I will tell you.”
Again, he tasted her, and again she held his head close and tight, but this time it was very short, and she gently pushed him away and put a foot up on his shoulder.
“Oh,” she fingered herself for a long moment and wordlessly held out her finger for him to suck clean. “Good boy.”
A moment after she slid her finger from his mouth again, the crystal fell to dangle between her legs and before his eyes, “Just watch it sparkle now my good boy, and I will tell you.”
She twisted its chain and the amulet spun twisting one way then the other and the crystal’s light flashed brighter and faded with every rotation, dazzling his eyes and subduing his mind all over again as her intoxicating taste seeped deeper into him, causing him to moan as his cock leaked steadily more and more, draining away thoughts and memory is a slow, sticky drip.
When the crystal flashed the light was bright and strong, and with every pulse of purple it sent a wave of pleasure through him and burnt something else from his mind and sense of self. But, Deputy… he couldn’t even remember his own name anymore… didn’t grasp what was happening to him, so enchanted and enthralled was he. All he wanted was to be a good boy
“I lured him to a place where he and I could be alone, and a seduced and enthralled him with my magic, gently compelling him to consume my essence, allowing me to quiet his mind and body so I could ultimately claim his soul and his very being. I had to consume him so I could make way for someone younger and stronger, someone weaker willed that I could control and drain over a long period of time, someone I could use to protect me and satisfy me, do you understand?”
The light had him, wholly, though it was dimming and flickering once again, faster than before, but as it dimmed so did the little fragments and pieces of his soul as they struggled to spark to life.
“No.”
The word was so simple and so honest, he really didn’t understand and that was just where she wanted him.
“That doesn’t sound familiar to you at all, does it?” The crystal’s glowing, shimmering sparkle made him start to sway on his knees even though it was barely able to sparkle to life. “Nothing about being isolated, lured, and tempted to taste me? None of that sounds familiar at all?”
His eyes were practically rolled into the back of his head and his mouth was open, drooling slightly, just like his cock, throbbing, aching, hard and empty.
“No.” He blinked and wondered why he was on his knees and what was happening, but the crystal’s last, soft, fading glow sparkled in his eyes again and extinguished that moment of self in its irresistible purple light.”
“Good boy,” she slid her foot off his shoulder, “now stand up and suck on my tit.”
He obeyed and his lips latched on to one of her pierced nipples, and as he sucked he felt and tasted her sweetness gushing into his mouth. It was the same taste as between her legs, the same liquid, and while it would have made no sense to him if he could have thought, the liquid was filling the emptiness in his body and mind and made him stiffer, longer, fuller, and harder than it had ever been.
She stroked his head as he sucked and sucked, and then, slowly and gently she guided his mouth to her other tit, and as he took to sucking again, he moaned and gasped and whimpered as the pressure between his legs became unbearable, but nothing more than the constant slow trickle of cum came out of him.
Finally she slid off the desk and stood, “Strip for me, my good boy.”
His body moved, but he did not. He stood there trapped inside himself, severed wholly from his own body, his own voice, and his own memories. He was aware of what was happening, but he was not himself, more an animal, a primal man stripped of identity and language, and as her cloak fell away and he looked into her eyes, empty sockets full of crackling purple light, she pushed him down to the ground and slid onto his cock.
Up and down she bounced, the light where her eyes should have been flaring, and as she shifted her hips on him, rocking faster and faster, he felt something being pulled from his core and down out of his mind. His back started to arch and his hips started to thrust up into her, and she pushed down onto his chest with one hand and held him down.
“You are mine now, my thrall, my slave, my meat puppet, and nothing more. No longer a man, no longer a person or a self. You are a shell and you will be my tool and my weapon for as long as your flesh endures, do you understand?”
His mouth was open but no words came out, no words needed to come out as his answer came in a thundering orgasm that rocked through his body and shot up into her. As his body twitched and writhed he didn’t stop cumming, couldn’t stop cumming, instead he just gushed and gushed into her until he was empty. His body sagged, deflated and drained of the essence of life, of mind, and self, and still his cock was inside her, hard and spurting.
Finally, she bent down and kissed him, blowing gently into his mouth, filling him up again with her dark energy until finally the raging purple flames in her eye sockets died and she looked down at him, soulless, nameless, mindless, with intense violet eyes.
She slid off him and stood.
“Arise my slave,” her puppet obeyed and she wrapped her arms around him and whispered in his ear, gently blowing more of her energy into him as she did. “To all others you will act as though you are still Sheriff Conner Trent. Everyone will remember you as the sheriff, you have always been the sheriff, and you always will be as long as you live. You will act as though you are him, but you are not him, you are nothing, just a puppet, just a slave, animated by my power, and you have no life and no purpose other than serving me. You will do what you must, when you must to ensure that no one thinks differently of you, but you do not serve any of these people, only me, and you will come to me when called, or I will come to you when I wish, to keep you filled with my energy, because without my gift you will cease to be. Now tell me slave, are there any vigorous and strong young men in this town, younger than you and stronger then you, but still men grown? My amulet doesn’t hold a charge as long as it used to, but you know how that goes, don’t you?”
He did not think, as he was no longer a he, a him, or a living thing capable of thought and her joke was lost on him, just the way she intended.
