The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The aftershocks of what had happened were felt immediately.

The Maharaja, released from Tanvi’s evil magic, was immediately whisked back to his private chambers. The palace guard did not understand what had happened, and all English guests of Ratiramshree were quite rudely put under house arrest, at least for a time.

Inflaming the situation was that the Maharaja remembered everything he had overheard while under Tanvi’s spell. He now knew of Mr. Turpin’s corrupt plans for Jhansi. Worse, it was confirmed to him that the English held him and his court in utter contempt. An insulted king becomes a dangerous adversary.

As for Mr. Turpin, he too, realized how exposed he was in the aftermath of the scandal. All the lies and threats he’s whispered in the ear of his Indian hosts were worthless now. His power over Ratiramshree Palace crumbled overnight.

But far worse for the old racist was the memories he now had. After spending a lifetime of regarding the Indians as an inferior race, Mr. Turpin could now vividly recall saying “Yes, mistress” to an Indian woman. He remembered that overwhelming desire to obey her, no matter what the command. Such thoughts were too much for his arrogant worldview, and he was overcome.

Within a month, Mr. Turpin submitted his resignation to the Crown. He slunk back to Bombay, and was not heard from since.

And the city of Jhansi? Things were very tense for the rest of 1858. The English, rattled by the mysterious affair, did better in hiding their aristocratic nature. And the Indians cooled their more rebellious passions.

But things were never quite the same again.

As for Clement and Cecilia, the adventure had only brought them closer together.

The young couple decided to return to London almost immediately. Clement no longer felt safe in the streets of the city, and besides, Cecilia’s poor knee needed surgery. They made arrangements to depart the very next day.

At the Jhansi Railway Station, the young Englishwoman waited patiently, leaning slightly on the elephant-head cane that Mr. Turpin had abandoned. She was dressed in her travel clothes, and watched the porters carefully load her trunk into the passenger train’s compartment.

“Darling!” Clement called out, behind her.

Her husband was at her side in a flash. “Here,” he said, “I have the tickets. Two seats in Passenger Car Four, Compartment One. You’ll even have a window seat.”

“Thank you, dearest,” Cecilia smiled.

“How do you feel?” asked Clement. Concern rippled across his expression. “Are you in pain?”

“Some,” allowed Cecilia. She put a gentle hand on Clement’s skinny chest. “But I’ll be just fine.”

The train conductors blew their whistles. Boarding was starting.

“Come, come,” Clement said, offering his arm. “Take it easy, now.”

“I’ll be fine!” Cecilia chided.

A few ginger steps confirmed that she would be fine, indeed.

“Well, back to London so soon,” her husband remarked, trying to distract her with conversation. “I hear this summer there was a record heat wave… but that also means the gardens along the Thames will still be in bloom by the time we get home. Isn’t that exciting?”

Despite herself, Cecilia laughed. “Yes, darling,” she agreed. “Very exciting, indeed.”

She smiled up at him again. Clement was a good man. He loved her so much. And she loved him.

It was all she needed.