Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
This story could fit in a couple of different categories on this site, as it includes such themes as female domination, explicitly nonconsensual sex, group sex, incest, magic, body control and memory erasure. Eventually, I decided to put it in this category as it simply seemed to be the best fit for it, and also, consider this a warning if you don't like any of those.
Also, despite me never planning this to be anything other than a pure one-shot, the ending ended up looking much more "sequel baity" than I had intended. I thought briefly about majorly revising it to make my intentions about this story clearer, but I really like how conflicted, remorseful and unsure about the future the body-controlling character is at the end, so, well, it just fits as it is as far as I'm concerned. Your mileage may vary, of course.
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For the first few fleeting moments after Luke woke up, his mind remaining pretty much asleep, he thought that he was sleepwalking again. Why would he not? He was just in the boxers he went to sleep in, wasn't in his home anymore, it was pitch black everywhere, and the small rocks covering the sidewalk reminded him of the fact that he was walking with every step he took.
This wasn't the first time he was in a situation like this. But, there was something different about it this time.
It took him until he reached the house where his best friend since early childhood, Josephine Watson, lived with her family, that he realized what it was.
He didn't reach the house, and he definitely wasn't the one who just entered the well-kept front yard and walked towards the house's main door. He wasn't the one who was taking those painful steps from before either.
His body was moving on its own. No matter how much he wanted to turn away and return home, not a single muscle of his so much as twitched. He had absolutely no control over his body, and this late, yet sudden realization was quickly filling him with pure terror.
"Hello?!" he frantically yelled as he entered the house, before adding, in a much quieter voice now that he had realized that he at least still controlled his mouth at least, "Anybody in here?"
Echoes of his voice were the only reply he got.
He also had quite a lot of control over his eyes. The way his eyeballs obediently scanned every nook and cranny of the entranceway while his body moved on its own towards the door to the basement, turning to any point from where he could hear his voice echoing in the hopes of finding any human presence, confirmed him at least so much.
Better than nothing. But this just made the fact that he couldn't control any other part of his own body even worse.
It was incredible how eerie the house's interior seemed, with only his echoing voice and the sounds of his footsteps filling the entryway, all of the doors closed and the rooms they led to seemingly devoid of human presence. He had visited this place at least a thousand times by now. He and Josie met in the first year of kindergarten and were inseparable ever since. This was almost a second home to him by now. Nothing but a good memory after good memory was attached to every inch of the place that he could see.
And now, it looked like something taken straight out of a nightmare.
Now, all of that was there as a backdrop while he was being taken to the basement by a body that seemed to have been hijacked by some external force, with him having almost no control over it anymore, whatsoever. Was he drugged? Was he hallucinating or having some weird seizure?
If this was some bad dream, then he hoped to wake up as soon as possible.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
His heavy footsteps echoed as his body descended the stairs leading into the basement in a slow, almost robotic fashion.
The moment he got far enough to see Josephine's brother, Nathaniel, standing motionlessly near the center of the basement, he almost audibly yelped in amusement as the terror he felt quickly dissipated into oblivion. He was so sure that this was just some prank of his friend's, that he didn't notice the stiff, unnatural pose he was standing in, the terror etched on his face, or the other masculine figures standing in the same pose with similarly horrified expressions on their own faces.
"What's going on mate?" he asked with a mix of amusement and lingering fear and terror in his voice. "Did you slip some stuff into my food or something, something for seizures or other involuntary movements or something like that?"
But before he could even feel the terror from before fully return as his friend reacted to his question by nothing more than moving his eyes in his direction, a different voice answered him, one he would've never expected to hear here.
"Ruiz! Fucking run out of here!" Lincoln Morris, a grade-A douchebag and a bully who regularly harassed them, and especially Josephine, all the years they were growing up, from elementary to high school, yelled at him. "Get the fuck out of here and call a, a fucking SWAT team or something on this shit!" he added, his body stiff and upright just like Nathaniel's was, his terrified eyes and mouth seemingly the only things he could move.
Just like Luke.
But while Lincoln was a surprising sight here, the presence of the man standing next to him was so shocking that Luke, by now, was split on whether this wasn't a dream after all.
Standing just a few feet away from his and his friends' childhood bully, dressed in his typical expensive suit, was another familiar face from their childhoods. Liam Hill, better known as Hiam. Although they've known him for years, Luke had absolutely no illusions that he had only now learned of the existence of the people who now stood around him, looking at him in shock while he returned a shocked gaze of his own.
As his artistic pseudonym already made clear, he wasn't just another local kid like the rest of the guys in the Watsons' basement. He was a well-known local singer and wannabe-pop star, not yet one on a national level, but known and envied by just about all of his peers in here, being that they were almost a neighbor of his home county.
Luke had no idea why he would be here, of all places, but the frantic questions he was asking the other rigidly-standing young men around him provided a clue to that.
"Is this about money? Are you guys terrorists or something?!" he desperately inquired, the movements of his eyes making it clear that he wanted to turn his head around, though he of course couldn't. "Just let me call my manager and I'll get you whatever, just let me move again!" he added, as Luke's body moved in between Nathaniel and Lincoln, standing in the middle of the distance between them and a couple of feet away from the rest of the group, facing them.
Now, he finally noticed the final person in here with them. Arguably the best looking one of them as well, though it was a tough choice with the singer they for some reason had in there with them. Jack Kelly, Josie's ex-boyfriend. A bit of a douche, which is why he was an
ex
-boyfriend, though nowhere near as much as Lincoln was.
He wasn't much of an expected presence in this house either, though nowhere near as much as the two guys in front of him.
From where he was, Luke could see that their bodies seemed to form some sort of a pentagram around the center of the basement. He was the "head" of it, so to speak, with Nathaniel and Lincoln being the middle points, standing a few feet away from and in front of each other, the distance the two of them had between them being the same as they had from him, with Jack and Liam as the "bottom" points, standing as far away from each other and from their neighboring pair as that neighboring pair did.
"What's going on?" Luke again asked Nathaniel. "Bro, what's happening, why can't I move?" he inquired, his voice almost breaking at the last few words.
This could still be some cruel prank, everything could still turn out to be OK somehow, but the almost existential terror he was starting to feel was incredible. He could feel his heart pumping and his stomach turning around. Whatever this nightmare was, drugs, alien invasion, or whatever, he wanted it to end right now.
"I don't know," his friend admitted his words and defeated tone nearly sending Luke's heart to the floor. "Josie disappeared somewhere, and then... I suddenly couldn't move a muscle. My body marched me here on its own. The next hour, you guys walked in here, one by one."
As if waiting for those words of his, a sound that was very familiar to him by now filled the air in the basement. The sound of someone entering the basement. Only this time, instead of slow, masculine footsteps, all of them could clearly hear, light, dainty, feminine ones rushing in, seemingly almost enthusiastically so.
Luke's jaw nearly fell to the floor when he saw who had just joined them.
"Don't worry Bro, I just needed to put on the best outfit for this occasion," Josie told her shocked brother before hoping down the last few steps of the stairway to show off her outfit, a classic, black Halloween witch costume which looked rather oversized on her thin, frail body, with the hat being especially so, adding another half of her height to her figure. "Also, needed to make sure that absolutely everything would go perfectly without a hitch. I've been preparing for this special occasion for a long time."
"What the hell do you mean?" Nathaniel asked, and for the first time in his life, Luke could see that he was scared of his sister. It was a surreally terrifying display.
"The fuck are you on you dumb bitch?!" Lincoln angrily retorted. "Did you drug us or some other shit, you weird little creep?"
"Ahh, cursing like you were paid for it, do you ever get tired of it? You ever feel shame acting like such a lowlife, Morris?" she asked her bully, and before he could even, undoubtedly angrily, reply, quickly added. "If you don't have anything to say except spewing bile, maybe you should just shut your mouth," and with that, she snapped her fingers.
