The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Derek Jacoby sighed contentedly as that cock worked its way between his cheeks. Just a little more, the super villain thought. Just a little more of that savage thrusting and he’d get what he needed.

As was nearly always the case, Sue Jacoby both hated and loved what she was doing to her brother. He’d used his laser on her to turn her into a slut. Sue had come to accept that. At first, she’d tried to tell herself that that wasn’t what she was, but lying to herself wasn’t going to change the truth.

And then Derek had told her what he really wanted her to do. He wanted her to use her codes as a government agent to lure that twerp Blandman into a trap, and even though as superheroes went, Blandman was pretty inept, Sue had still chafed at the idea.

Still, the need to fuck was insurmountable and her brother had a vial of pills that at least muted the feelings within her. With his pills, it meant she could at least function even if the thought of getting a cock between her legs was never completely gone from her mind, and so she’d done what her brother had asked and she’d lured Blandman into a trap.

Only thing was, the trap hadn’t gone the way her brother had thought it would go. Blandman had managed to trick her brother so that instead of his laser reducing the inept Blandman even further, the laser had caught Derek from behind and Derek had learned just how much he liked having his ass satisfied.

Viciously, Sue worked the strap-on between her brother’s legs. It served him right, she told herself. It served him right to be used like this.

Derek Jacoby moaned. He’d modified the strap on just a bit and now, he was ready. Just a little more, he told himself. Just a little more, and then ...

He mashed down on the button beneath his hand and even as he started to cum, the mixture of what he called pseudo-jizz, burst forth from the cock in his butt and Derek moaned all over again. Oh yeah, he told himself. Oh yeah. That was what he needed. Oh yeah. That felt so fucking good.

And yet even as he came again, the villain was robbed of his complete enjoyment of the process by the simple memory that were it not for that ... that ... Blandman, he wouldn’t have been in this position to begin with. His body tensed and the man groaned. He was going to get that Blandman if it was the last thing he did.

At that very moment, Blandman was sitting on his couch and trying to watch TV. His neck hurt and not for the first time, he thought it would have been cool if he’d hurt it doing something heroic, but as it was, what really happened was so much less than heroic.

What really happened was he’d slept on it funny.

The superhero groaned as he shifted positions. He pulled the water bottle around and he groaned. No wonder it wasn’t doing any good, he told himself. The water was cold but that at least could be fixed.

As he held the water bottle in his hands, he could feel the water start to warm up inside. It was one of his gifts, he told himself. The ability to heat water. That was one of his powers. That, and he could freeze water, too. Ha. If Superman needed a hot water bottle, he was going to have to go heat up the water like anyone else, but not him.

Once again, Blandman put the hot water bottle behind his neck. Now, the superhero thought. That was more like it.

“You know,” Derek told his sister. “I’ve been thinking.”

Uh oh, Sue thought. That was never a good thing. “About what,” she asked.

“What else would I be thinking about,” the supervillain said. “I’ve been thinking about that stupid Blandman and just how much I hate him.”

“Come on, Derek—”

“That’s not my name,” the man said. “Call me by my new name or you won’t be getting anymore of these,” and with that, he shook the bottle of pills in Sue’s face.

Sue looked at the pills and sighed. Even with those pills, her urge to fuck was only barely kept in check. Without them, she’d be a quivering mess. “Look, Dr. J—”

Derek smiled as his sister relented. Being a supervillain was all about attitude. It had taken him a long time to figure that out but it was true. It was all about attitude.

“I don’t even know why you care so much about him,” Sue said. “He can’t do anything.”

Derek turned and pointed at his butt. “You call this nothing,” he almost screamed at his sister. “You call this nothing. He’s going to pay for what he did to me. You mark my words. He’s going to pay for it.”

Sue bit her tongue. It was hardly Blandman’s fault that her brother had stepped in front of the laser or that it had caught Derek square in the ass. She didn’t tell Derek this because as much as she wanted to, she needed to keep getting the pills from him, the ones that kept her now supercharged libido in check. “What are you going to do,” she asked.

“Last time,” Derek said, “we waited for him to come to us. That was our mistake. This time, we’re going to go get him. He’ll never see it coming.”

It was a couple days later and Blandman was standing in front of his closet. He pulled out his Blandman costume and shook his head. He’d been thinking that he needed something more, something to jazz it up, but what.

He’d considered adding a cape but those were only good if you knew how to fly and Blandman didn’t know how to fly, not unless you counted taking out his credit card and going to the airport and besides, whenever he did receive a call, he had to drive to wherever it was, and capes are a pain in the butt if you have to sit down, so no, Blandman thought, no capes.

What then?

Maybe a corporate sponsor, he thought.

No, that was stupid. None of the other superheroes had to do that. Why should he?

That was when he heard it. There was a knock at his door. Blandman froze. Who could that be?

He shoved the suit back into the closet. It was probably nothing, he told himself. Still, one couldn’t be too careful. After all, there were paparazzi around all over the place.

Yeah right, he told himself. Like any paparazzi would be following him. Still, he’d get rid of whoever it was and he’d go back to figuring out just what the heck he should do with his suit.

But when he opened the door to his apartment, what he found was a girl standing on his doorstep. She was a very, pretty girl. “Can I help you,” he asked.

The girl looked first one way and then the other before she said in a hushed voice, “Can I come in?”

“You’re not a salesman, are you?”

The girl shook her head. “I just really want to come in,” and then she lowered her voice even further. “I know who you are,” she said in a whisper.

“I know who I am, too,” Blandman said. “I guess that makes us even.”

“Please,” the girl said. “I really need to come in.”

Blandman just looked at the girl and then finally he shrugged and he stood aside and he let the girl enter his apartment.

“Okay,” he said when the door was closed, “you’re in, so what do you really want?”

“You’re Blandman, aren’t you?”

The man narrowed his eyes. “Who told you that?”

“You did. We were at a party last week, and you were kind of drunk, and um, you kind of let it slip.”

“I say a lot of things when I’m drunk,” the man said.

“But you’re him, aren’t you?”

Blandman growled to himself. Superhero etiquette said you weren’t supposed to lie and it wasn’t like she was the first person he’d ever told. Heck, at one point in life, he’d thought it might get him some babes but that was before he realized that no one cared if he was Blandman. Still, you weren’t supposed to go around telling just anyone.

“You are him,” the girl asked again.

“Why would you want to know him,” the man asked. “He’s so ... so bland.”

“Oh no way,” the girl gushed. “I think he’s totally hot and I ... I want to ask him something.”

Crap, the man thought. Now, she had him wondering what it was she wanted to ask him.

“Besides,” the girl said, “I just think that turning water hot and cold thing is just so cool.”

Okay, Blandman thought. Now, he knew. The girl couldn’t possibly be telling the truth, except that ...

Except that if he didn’t know any better, he would have sworn that the girl was wet.

“I really need to speak to him,” the girl said.

What would it hurt, the man told himself. She was wet anyways.

No, he argued back. No. He couldn’t do it.

Sure, he could, he told himself. It would be easy, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before.

That was different, he argued back. That was a matter of life and death.

The man groaned to himself. He already knew what he was going to do. He tried to restrain himself one last time but it was already too late.

The girl’s eyes seemed to lose their focus for just a moment and when she managed to refocus, she was breathing a little heavier. “What is ... is ... gar—”

The girl moaned as the wetness between her legs had suddenly gotten hotter and then had gotten numbingly cold only to once more get hotter once again. She was breathing heavier now. “I ... I need—”

“Yes?”

“I need your—”

“You need my what?”

The girl didn’t even bother with an answer. Instead, she just dropped to her knees in front of the man and she started to unzip his pants.

“Oh yeah,” the man groaned.

The girl looked up at the man even as her hand extricated his cock. “I’m going to suck this,” she told him earnestly, “but what I really need is for you to fuck me.”

This hardly ever happened to him, Blandman thought. Well actually, if you wanted to be honest about it, this never happened to him.

But the man had little time to think about that because within moments, the girl had his cock out and suddenly, it was growing even bigger than it had been before, and when she wrapped her mouth around his cock and her mouth felt so tight around his now supersized cock.

The girl pushed her mouth down and she pulled back. She pushed her mouth down. She pulled back. Her hand stroked his balls as her mouth stroked his cock.

“Fuck,” the man groaned. “Fuck.”

And still the girl’s mouth stroked his cock.

The man groaned. His balls felt so big and so ready. Wait a minute. They were bigger. Oh fuck. He needed to cum. He needed it now. He needed to cum hard.

And even as she sucked on his cock, Blandman continued to work on the wetness between the girl’s legs. Hot ... then cold ... then hot again and there was no doubt about it. She liked what he was doing between her legs.

Between her legs, the man thought. She wanted him to ... but geez, her mouth on his ... he couldn’t stop now, could he ... he was so close ... so close ... but he owed her ... oh geez, he was so close.

“Hold on,” the man groaned. He couldn’t even believe he was doing this but he had to. “Stop,” he moaned. “Stop.”

The girl didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping and Blandman was glad. At least he’d tried, he could tell himself, and if he came in her mouth, it wouldn’t be his fault. He’d tried to make her stop.

But the girl was slowing down and even as she did, her hand continued to stroke his balls and the man groaned.

“Are you going to fuck me,” the girl asked.

“Yeah,” the man groaned. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you.”

The girl stood and then she walked over to the dining room table. She hiked up her skirt and she bent over the table. She slipped down her panties and she gave Blandman one last look. “As you can see, I’m ready for you, but then you already knew that.”

Blandman wasn’t wasting any time at all. He moved in behind the girl and he shoved his cock up against her hole.

She was tight and Blandman wasn’t sure why. Was it because she really was tight or was it because his cock was so big, and really in the end, did it matter?

Blandman decided it didn’t.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

He wouldn’t last long. Blandman knew that. He wanted to last but he knew he wouldn’t.

“I need you to cum for me,” the girl moaned. “I need to feel it. I need to feel it in my pussy.”

Oh fuck, the man thought. If he hadn’t been about to do it before, fuck, hearing her say that would have made him do it.

“Come on,” the girl moaned. “I know you want to do it.”

The man groaned but he already knew it. He wasn’t going to be able to help himself. He groaned again as his cock shot its first load between her legs.

The girl knew it, too, and she moaned as she felt it. “That’s it,” she pleaded. Cum for me. Cum for me with your big, fat cock. Cum for me and fill me up.”

Blandman could certainly do that, he told himself. Hell, the way things were going, it would have been harder to stop than to keep on going and the girl groaned as the cum continued to flow.

“How’d you do that,” the man asked.

“Do what?”

The man and the woman had dressed themselves and were now sitting on Blandman’s couch. “You know what I’m talking about. When you took my cock out of my pants, my cock grew.”

The girl giggled. “It’s supposed to do that,” she said.

“Yes, I know, but it grew more than it ever had before.”

“You noticed that.”

“Of course I noticed that.

“Most men wouldn’t.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Most men would just think it was all them. Most men would congratulate themselves on how good THEY were. Most men wouldn’t even think that maybe it was the girl that made them bigger.”

Blandman wasn’t sure what to say to that. “Well, I’m not most men,” he said lamely.

“I know. That’s why I want to be your sidekick.”

“What’d you say your name was again,” Blandman said.

“I didn’t, but just so you know, it’s Holly Smithers.”

“Okay, Holly, so tell me again. What did you do?”

“I have the power to make body parts grow bigger than they normally are.”

“I see. Anything else?”

“Isn’t that enough?”

Blandman smiled. “Actually, I think that’s good enough, but I got two questions. Why a sidekick, and why me? Let’s take the first one first. Why do you want to be a sidekick?”

“I’ve always wanted to be a sidekick.”

“I don’t need a sidekick.”

“Sure you do. Every superhero has a sidekick.”

“No, they don’t. Hell, I can think of a bunch of them that don’t right off the top of my head. Even a lot of the top tier types don’t have sidekicks.”

“Come on,” Holly pleaded. “It’s not like I’m asking for a salary or something. I just want to be a sidekick.”

“Yes, but why?”

“I hope you don’t take this wrong,” Holly said, “but I want to be used and abused.”

“What?”

“The sidekick is always being taken advantage of. Whether it’s being captured by the enemy or falling prey to the enemy’s attack, the sidekick is always being taken advantage of. I like that. And if the sidekick gets captured, it’s up to the hero to come rescue her.”

“What if the hero can’t rescue her?”

“I can live with that. I almost wish he wouldn’t but he’s got to try but being someone else’s prisoner, being subject to their every whim, I could totally handle that.”

Blandman was silent. “You know I don’t get called on a whole lot to do any hero things. You wouldn’t see a lot of action as my sidekick.”

“Hey, that works for me. I’m a student at the university and I don’t have a lot of time off.”

Blandman shook his head. “Like I told you, I don’t need a sidekick.”

Outside, a man and a woman were watching the apartment. “You’re sure this is the place,” Derek asked.

Sue nodded. She’d hated doing it, but she’d really had no choice. If she didn’t do what he wanted, he wouldn’t give her one of his pills. “That’s what the records say,” she told her brother.”

“It’s kind of a dump,” Derek commented. “You sure he doesn’t have some underground superhero superfortress or something?”

“Look, Derek, how the hell would I know. You told me to get the info for you. I got the info. I don’t know anything more about it than that but this is the address we have for him and this is where his subscription of superhero quarterly is mailed. Other than that, I don’t know anything.”

“You don’t have to get all huffy about it, sis. In fact, I know exactly what you need.”

“Oh no, Derek,” Sue said. “No, it’s a public place. Come on. Someone will see us.”

“So? You got to start thinking like a supervillain if you’re going to hang around with me, Sue. We supervillains don’t play by the rules. We can do whatever we want.”

Sue wasn’t buying it. She kept shaking her head.

“I know how to get you to change your mind.”

“No,” Sue said. “No.”

But already, Derek was unzipping his pants and taking them down and pills or no pills, when he pulled his cock out into the light, Sue just couldn’t help but feeling herself get hot all over. She couldn’t help it. It was just that she loved cock that much.

“No,” she whimpered, but was with a lot less force. She licked her lips in anticipation. “No,” she whimpered weakly. “No.”

“You know what I want,” Derek said and he couldn’t help but give his best maniacal laugh as his sister knelt in front of him. He’d really been practicing that laugh and his hard work showed and just because he liked the way it sounded, he laughed yet again as his sister fingered his ass and let her mouth slide down on his cock.

It was fitting for an evil genius such as himself, Derek told himself. It was fitting to get what he was getting because it was so much harder to be an evil genius. Being a superhero was easy. Everyone liked them, but being an evil genius was hard.

Derek’s cock was responding to Sue’s attentions. It wouldn’t be long now, he told himself. It wouldn’t be long before he came in her mouth.

The man groaned as the cum flowed. Yeah, that was what he needed, and with that done, it was time to destroy that accursed Blandman once and for all.

The brother and sister crept closer and closer to Blandman’s apartment and Derek shook his head. No security and no alarms. A Superhero ought to have some sort of security and that got Derek thinking. When they were done here, he needed to go home and put in his own alarm system. After all, an evil genius shouldn’t be without an alarm system either.

The two of them broke into the apartment, catching Blandman and Holly by surprise. “Derek,” the man said, “what are you doing here?”

“We’re here to take care of you,” the evil genius said with yet another of his maniacal laughs, “and like I told you before, my name’s not Derek anymore. My name is Dr. J.”

Sue grabbed the girl, thinking that was the safest road to take, but then Sue didn’t know what Holly could do.

“Let go of me,” Holly cried out as she twisted and squirmed.

“Sorry, sweetie, but no can do,” Sue replied although her refusal was as much about the fact that having the girl squirm around like that was really making her hot.

“Let me go,” Holly cried again.

“Nuh uh,” Sue told her. There was no doubt about it. This was definitely making her hot.

The girl was still fighting but Sue held her tight. It was cock that really turned her on, but maybe if she did a good job keeping the girl out of play, maybe Derek would let her have her and Sue was thinking that she’d be willing to make an exception for pussy at least just this once.

Holly managed to get herself turned around and suddenly she had her hands on the front of Sue’s shirt and wrapped around Sue’s tits. “I said ... let ... me ... go.”

Sue wasn’t sure what it was she was feeling, but something was different. Her breasts felt bigger and fuller and then ... oh fuck, they were bigger ... oh fuck, they were so tight inside her bra.

Just moments before, she hadn’t given her bra a second thought but now her breasts hurt and it was getting worse.

Something was happening to her. Her breasts hurt. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Sue knew the girl had something to do with it but really, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that her breasts hurt and they hurt bad. She had to get her shirt off. She had to get her breasts out of that bra.

“Sue? What are you doing?”

Sue paid her brother no attention as she practically ripped her shirt from her body. Her tits, they hurt, they hurt so bad.

Her fingers clawed at her bra but the way the bra now dug into her tits made it hard to do what needed to be done, but it had to be done. She tried again and then again and she sighed as she finally got the bra off.

Momentarily distracted from the plan at hand, Derek looked at his sister. “Sue, what the hell are you doing?”

Holly sensed the moment and without even thinking, she moved in next to Derek. She’d been able to affect Sue’s tits even through her clothing but what she needed from Derek required more direct contact so Holly shoved her hand down inside the man’s pants.

“Hey, what are you doing,” Derek asked even as he felt the girl’s hand wrap itself around his cock.

“Grow,” the girl said. “Come on. Grow for me.”

Derek could feel his cock growing. He knew it was more than just the girl’s hand wrapped around his cock although that was certainly part of it.

“Come on,” the girl said. “Grow for me.”

Derek could feel his cock growing bigger and harder than it had ever been before.

“Derek!”

Derek once more turned his attention on his adversary.

“You got a big dick, Derek, and big balls, too. I know because I can sense the fluids they contain.”

What the hell was he talking about, Derek thought, and then he felt it, something wet inside his dick and his balls, something wet that was getting warmer.

“If I were you,” Blandman said, “I’d think about getting your cock out before it’s too late.”

Derek was about to ask what the hell that meant but before he could ask it, he could feel his dick and his balls getting hotter from the inside out.

“I’m going to cook ‘em,” Blandman said. “I’m going to cook ‘em unless you get the liquid out first.”

Suddenly, Derek was scrambling to take down his pants and pull out his cock.

That was all it took for the sex-crazed Sue. Pills or no pills, just the sight of a man’s cock was enough to push her over the edge. She dropped to her knees in front of her brother and she took his cock from his hands and she began to suck.

“Would you look at that,” Blandman said. “After all you’ve done to your sister, look at her. Isn’t that nice of her. She’s still willing to lend a helping hand ... or in this case, a helping mouth.”

Derek groaned. He had to cum and he couldn’t cum fast enough.

“Look at her,” the man said. “Look at her with her big, oversized tits. I’ll bet she wants you to fuck those tits.”

Derek didn’t care what she wanted. It was all about what he wanted. It was all about what he needed.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me,” Blandman said. “I think she wants you to fuck her oversized tits.”

Derek couldn’t help but gasp at the feel of it. One moment, his cock and his balls had been threatening to cook themselves from the inside out and the next moment, they were ice cold. It was a numbing cold and an unnerving cold and almost as quickly as it had come, it went away.

“I told you to fuck her tits.”

Derek didn’t hesitate. He slid his cock between his sister’s tits.

“That’s it,” the superhero said. “Fuck those tits. Fuck ‘em harder.”

Derek fucked those tits even harder. He didn’t have a choice. He could feel the fire cooking him again from the inside out and this time, it was even hotter than before.

“Are you going to cum,” Blandman asked. “Are you going to cum on your sister’s tits?”

Derek hated being controlled like this but he just had no choice.

“Are you going to cum,” Blandman asked again.

“Yes,” the man groaned and then as if to prove his point, his oversized member started to gusher all over those oversized tits.

It was several minutes later and both Derek and Sue could feel their bodies beginning to return to normal. “I hope you guys learned a lesson,” Blandman said.

Derek nodded.

“I’m going to let you guys go this time but I don’t want you guys coming back round here again. You got that.”

Once again, Derek nodded.

Blandman looked at them sternly. “Okay, get out of here.”

Holly looked at the retreating figures and then back again at Blandman. “You know that’s not going to work, don’t you. You know they’re going to be back, right?”

“Most likely.”

“So I don’t get it. Why’d you do it?”

Blandman sighed. “It’s what superheroes like us do. We always let them go. It’s part of the code.”

“The code?”

“The superhero code. You’ll have to learn it, I guess.”

“Wait a minute. Do you mean what I think you mean?”

“You did say you wanted to be a sidekick, didn’t you?”

Holly threw her arms around Blandman’s neck. “Oh my God. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“Yeah, well ... you’re welcome, I guess.”

“So what do we do next?”

“Next? I guess we better start looking for a new Blandman headquarters,” the man said. “Like you said, they will be back and it wouldn’t be a good idea if we were still here when they came back.”

“Oh.”

“But first, before we do that—”

“Yes.”

“You remember what we did earlier?”

Holly suddenly felt the heat rise between her legs.

“I think I’d like to do that again.”