The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Dawn Covy, Armdale University’s Dormitory Hall

“I am so psyched you made it. I told so many people you were going to be here that I don’t know what I’d have done if you didn’t show up.” Regina continued to gab, too drunk to notice my confusion and discomfort as she pressed forward and invaded my person space. “I have so many ways to make this the best party you’ve ever been to. I’m digging the dress, by the way. You have, like, crazy long legs. Oh my god! What happened to your foot?”

“I... I’m sorry, I need a second to... uh... freshen up? Where is the restroom?” I said, unable to think clearly with the pounding music, flashing lights, and the alcohol still in my system.

“Yeah, it’s um...” Regina started confidently, then shrugged and pointed towards the back wall. “On the left, I think.”

I dipped my head in thanks and made my way through the crowd as quickly as I could. When I reached the back wall I took a wild guess and turned right. I was rewarded when I found a familiar looking icon in a white dress and I ducked inside the unobtrusive looking door. The tidal surge of the music ebbed as I closed and locked the door. The restroom was small, sized for one person, but at least this guaranteed no one could wander in like a certain secretary I was recently acquainted with.

I took several long moments looking at my reflection in the mirror. Flushed and panting, my chest and shoulders were rolling smoothly, and I had a weirdly familiar look in my eyes. I couldn’t seem to calm down, my body growing with a dull heat that made it impossible to think as I fought this insistent arousal. After a few fruitless minutes of splashing cold water on my face and decolletage, then more trying to dry off, I steeled myself and made my way back out to the party.

Recalling vaguely that Regina had mentioned an all girl party I should have at least tried to prepare myself for the wave of gleaming eyes that broke over me as I stepped out of the restroom. It seemed like the entire party crawled into slow motion, and I could practically envision the crane shot slowly panning away as a horde of ravenous university girls tore me limb from limb. This must be how a wounded gazelle on the Serengeti feels when it sees the light flash off of a lion’s predatory eyes.

“Oh my god! You did come! This is the best. The literal best.” Ponytail cheered as she bounded towards me. Her hair bobbed just as hard as her pushed-up breasts and I had trouble figuring out which one to watch as my brain continued to suffer under arousal and alcohol that was still eroding my self-control. “I knew you were going to come, and oh my god do you look hungry!”

“Hungry?” Regina asked, moving through the crowd and materializing at my shoulder. Now that I was flanked she seemed to have regained enough of her composure to take my arm and start dragging me further into the building. “I’m sure we can find something tender for you to munch on.”

Every fiber of my mind wanted to recoil and tell her off as she led me past a hundred lusty looks, but my body betrayed me and I found myself leaning easily into her arm as she helped me limp to a set of stairs leading up and away from the party. Almost as soon as I was out of sight a clamor erupted in the main room, every girl present gossiping and chatting about the alluring blue-haired goddess that had just floated by. Ponytail picked up my other arm and the three of us made easy time climbing to the second floor.

Regina let Ponytail take the slack as she broke off and strode quickly to a door halfway down the hall. She ducked inside and I could hear a series of alarmed whispers before the music in the room below us erupted like a volcano. The pulsing vibrations that made their way though the floor felt like a tender massage against my sore foot, the surging beat preventing my heart from settling. As we neared the door the light inside clicked off and I was ushered into the darkened room.

Once I was inside I was sat down on what felt like a bed, my eyes unable to adjust to the darkness, still dazzled by the strobes below. The door was closed and I had the vague impression of motion before someone cracked a pair of glow sticks and began to twirl them gently in the center of the room. Now that the dull purple and blue glow gave my searching eye something to focus on I felt my heartbeat stop entirely as I realized each of the lights was on a string around the neck of a topless woman.

Regina, her breasts were pert and purple as her under lit face smiled like a predator, stepped forward and in a voice as smooth as silk asked, “Like what you see?”

I think I nodded dumbly, unable to form thoughts more complicated than looking at her breasts, then turned to the other pair of luminous breasts. Ponytail’s blue bust highlighted her glowing halo of actinic blonde hair, a colour that exaggerated the effects my hair dye gave off under normal lighting conditions. She stepped towards me, her face more gleeful and excited in a much more innocently lewd way.

“She likes it. Oh my god! I bet she’s never had a threesome before!” Ponytail asked, way off the mark on her second guess even as she was disturbingly close on the first one. She turned her head to Regina, and then grinned broadly at the dark space between them. “Come on, do it! Do it!”

“If you’ve never been with two women before then you are in for a major treat, Dawn.” Regina’s eyes flashed with a ghostly green as the blue of Ponytail’s light mixed with the sudden appearance of orange between them illuminating a third and very unexpected surprise.

“Foley?” I asked in shock, my heart suddenly hammering louder than the music outside as I realized how much I had wanted to see her. Foley just smiled self-consciously, her lips the only fully visible part of her face, as she tucked her hands behind her back and stuck her chest out as if to stretch. She was about to speak, when Regina cut her off and closed the space between us like a model on a runway.

“In the flesh. All of it. Dawn, I want you to take just a second here to appreciate how lucky you are to be here right now.” Regina said as my world turned purple. She stopped just in front of me and grabbed my hand, taking it in her own and planting it firmly on her hip as she leaned in and let her breasts hang, suspended in the air before my face. “Shall we get started?”

I didn’t reply, my body on autopilot, my hand suddenly wrapped around her ass and threw her down to the bed as I rolled on top. With one leg on either side she clenched my waist tightly between her knees. I quickly realized her top wasn’t the only thing bare as my hands greedily found their way up and down her body. Regina giggled and growled as I threw my lips to hers, hungry and thirsty all at once, and responded in kind.

Within seconds a pair of hands were at my shoulders, pulling down my dress and stripping me down to join them in their freedom. I didn’t fight it, the dress feeling too hot as my body became an inferno. Someone squeaked an apology and jostled my foot before finally freeing me of my garment, the mild flash of pain utterly lost in my heavy-headed bliss. One of my hands was firmly planted on the bedding beside Regina’s head, her face visible only when we shifted in our embrace and exposed the violet glow still centered between our breasts. Using my other hand I went on the attack and was rewarded by a lust-filled moan and a buck of the hips.

Regina rode the sensations, my own arousal only heightening as I felt hands, Foley’s hands, running across my body. I felt the power as I leaned back and let my victim’s moans fill the air. The hammering beat downstairs matched the rhythmic surging on that bed as I became drunk on my desires.

“Kiss her.” I ordered Ponytail as a wicked grin filled my face. “Foley, I need you here.”

There were no audible responses as Ponytail and Regina made out, the stifled moans as ambrosia to my soaring arousal. My fingers never stopped the march to war as I lifted my weight off my arm and wrapped it around Foley’s unresistant waist. Without hesitation I pulled her in and kissed her, lips I had been denying for so long lit by the feverish orange light at on her chest.

Battle lines were drawn when I felt Foley’s fingers find their way to the fire beneath my core at the same time that Regina began her assault on Ponytail’s fortresses. The four of us writhed, lips locked and limbs intertwined as we neared our mutual destruction. The flashing, swaying lights that decorated my harem added an ethereal tint to my world as thunderous vibrations traveled up the floor and the incessant moaning of approaching climax mingled in an ever rising crescendo of cannon fire and war cries.

“Don’t stop.” I breathed as I neared my peak, breaking off from Regina and tackling Foley to the floor. “Don’t ever stop.”

There was a surprised squeal as we fell, and I was vaguely aware that Regina had accidentally kicked us off the bed, but neither of us gave it a moment’s thought as we fell on each other in ways literal and figurative. I was close, and Foley was as persistent as I’d commanded her to be, but I was drunk on power and I mustered my reserves to meet her charge head on. Lines of soldiers clashed, a war between hands and a war between mouths, and for several long minutes the tempo of the war drums and the moans of squirming combatants increased to a feverish pitch.

Then the lines broke. In near simultaneous bliss I felt Foley’s orgasm match my own, though neither side sounded the retreat. Foley couldn’t stop, not unless I told her, and I proudly flew my regimental colours as I rode one charging climax into the next, my own fingers never ceasing against her shattered barricades. A total rout.

“Stop.” I gasped, and rolled off of her. The bright orange glow again filled the space, brighter than before as our combined heat increased the speed of it’s chemical reaction. The blue and purple lights above us continued to flash for several long moments until it too died down into a series of muffled moans. They continued making out noisily, and it took me a second to realize Ponytail was still following orders. “You two can stop, now.”

“Oh my god!” Ponytail squeaked as she suddenly flopped over, nearly rolling off the bed to joining Foley and I on the floor. “That was supe’s amazing!”

“We have got to do that again.” Regina said, her voice husky and breathy as she tried to get her oxygen back, “Just as soon as I can feel my legs.”

I watched the trio of mixed hues play on against the ceiling for a long minute, my body relaxed and my arm around the shoulders of my erstwhile lover. Stretching like a cat I let the warmth in my limbs and core fade a little before leaning over and giving my Foley a peck on the lips.

Foley giggled, and returned the kiss before saying, “Thanks.”

“Foley?” I felt something wrong without knowing exactly was it was, then realization hit and any lingering arousal fled my system like the craven from the field of honour. Slowly I reached out and grabbed the warm glow stick between my thumb and finger, then raised it to illuminate the goofy grin on Foley’s face. I squealed in surprise as I realized I’d been fucking the wrong Foley, “Beryl?!”

“Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice so close and her face so similar I hadn’t realized my mistake in the eldritch glow of the chemical lighting.

“No, I just... I need... Where is my dress?” I used the mattress to quickly leverage myself back to my feet then hobbled to the foot of the bed to find my dress and shoe.

“Where do you think you’re going, stud?” Regina asked as her fingers crawled enticingly around my stomach and anchored me back to my harem. “You aren’t going anywhere until the sun comes up. Longer if you don’t have work in the morning.”

“Let go of me.” I snapped caustically, whirring around and glowering at her as I felt my powers go to work. She seemed confused for a second, but she reacted as sharply as if she had touched a hot stove.

“What’s wrong?” Regina asked, her eyes glazing slightly as my orders increased her still-present arousal. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to do that again.”

“I don’t, or... I do, but not... Somethings wrong here. I need to find...” I held my head in my hands for a long time, pressing in at the temples as a headache suddenly filtered into my awareness. This was wrong, this was all wrong. I still didn’t know how I had gotten here, yet here I was fucking a trio of college girls. The worst thing was that I was starting to heat up again, and every time I looked up at their confused, hungry faces I couldn’t help but imagine endlessly repeating the act until dawn.

Letting out a low moan I turned around and around, searching for something that would help me, some escape, but there was nothing besides the bed, a vanity, and my harem. I faced the vanity, the large mirror showed a cold glow of mixed colours across my face, breasts, and thighs. Slowly advancing to the mirror I looked myself straight in the eye and instantly recognized the look I found there. The same cold, grey eyes that marked the use of this power were there as always, but beyond them, something in my expression, lurked a much more familiar impression.

I was being controlled. My eyes had the same glaze that women had when they first got a look at me. The very same unfocused leer that marked the growing arousal and instant obedience I could see so clearly in my harem. This, I thought, was impossible. Dimitri, Garret, and Alania had all told me that I was immune to the powers of the others, so why did I look like that? Why was I getting hotter the longer I stood there?

“The only one with power over you is your own self, Dawn. There isn’t a person alive that can make us do something against our will once we have our powers.” Dimitri’s words rang somewhere in the back of my head, somewhere clear of this strange invasion of my willpower.

“So why can’t I figure this out? What am I forgetting?” I demanded of my reflection only to watch as I grew a goofy grin on my aroused features. I was starting to turn myself on, naked and disheveled, looking fully like a predator in search of prey. Then it came to me, a sudden inspiration just before Beryl’s arm reached my shoulder. “Dawn. Remember what happened.”

I fell to my knees as sudden realization dawned on me.

Dawn Covy, Dove by Day

“Liona!” he suddenly snapped, his brows furrowed in irritation. “Restrained.”

Suddenly the blonde’s hands snapped behind her back and her heels clicked together as if they’d been pulled by strong hands. Her mouth fell shut just as suddenly and she moaned in indignation but seemed unable to fight whatever was holding her.

“That’s better.” the man sighed, then stood up and looked at me with his hands leaning on the counter. “My name is Garret. Pleasure to meet another Thinker.”

By this time I was watching the blonde girl writhing with a look of horror and confusion on my face. Rather than concerned the blonde just looked pissed off, but that did nothing to make me feel better about her predicament. I turned and met his eyes, only now realizing he’d at some point doffed his sunglasses, and stared into their fathomless depths. Oddly, they looked familiar. Glancing into the polished metal on top of the french press I saw my own eyes reflected back and found the same colour and depth that I knew so well.

“Dove by Day, I need you to help me with an experiment. Stand up straight, with good posture, and do not move your body.” Garret said, his expression lost behind his glasses, and I felt a sudden chill run down my spine as a sudden thrill went right back down. I was instantly at attention, the best possible posture, and with a grin he slowly made his way around the counter to where I was standing.

“What are you doing? What did... oh... what did you do to me?” I stammered, equal parts fear and rage as he took position directly in front of my and peered straight into my eyes.

“It’s eerie. You have the right eyes, and I can feel you are a Thinker, but you aren’t immune. Liona, it looks like I was right, she’s still vulnerable before she awakens. This may be easier than I thought.” he called out, never breaking his eye contact as her brought up a hand and roughly poked my cheek. “Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. Don’t you agree, Liona?”

“Mmm!” was the only reply from the stricken blonde, and I felt my heart sink at the idea of this man touching me again, though a completely conflicting idea entered my mind and lingered for an instant.

He stopped his examination and leaned back, his smile still inexorably plastered across his face. “Quickly clean up the mess and hum a tune.” he suddenly commanded and I felt my body jump alive at his words. It was instantly my entire goal in life to clean up and make music.

I started to hum, and it honestly took me a second to realize I was humming an excited rendition of In the Mood by Glen Miller, as I moved to the spilled water with a fresh rag. I picked up the glass in record time, tossing it into a nearby trash bin, then mopped up the water until there was no more evidence of any altercation or damaged glassware. As soon as I was done, still humming, I stopped and fought to control my breathing. I was incredibly aroused and I didn’t for a second think of hiding it.

“Very nice, very nice. You can stop humming. Terrible tune.” Garret praised me, and I felt my heart flutter as he walked past me and resumed his place opposite the counter. “Pour me another glass and listen closely. None of what I’m going to say will make sense to you now, but it is incredibly important that you listen and internalize what I am about to tell you.”

“Anything.” I breathed, more than a little scared of who I was rapidly becoming. I locked eyes with the blonde for a desperate second, hoping she had some solace to provide me, but she seemed just as confused as I was.

“In the near future you shall meet a man named Dimitri. This weekend you will have some opportunity to be alone with him. When you are alone with him he will probably start to monologue, something sonorous and boring no doubt, and while his guard is down I want you to kill him. Stab him, shoot him, poison him. I don’t care, honestly, which one you do, but I want you to kill him and make certain he is dead.” Garret nodded his head and stopped just long enough to accept the drink I brought him and take a sip before continuing, “No, I can see by the look in your eyes that you can’t keep a secret to save your life, so here is what I will do for you. When I put this glass down you will forget about everything that’s happened since I introduced myself. You won’t remember anything I’ve told you, and you can stop being aroused for now, though you will still obey everything I’ve said about Dimitri. After you’ve killed Dimitri I want you to forget all about it, and go somewhere and do something fun. Maybe go have sex or go to a party. Am I understood?”

“Yes.” I said softly, not trusting myself to speak. I’d heard him, and I was still so turned on that I couldn’t help but want him despite his absurd command.

He almost set the glass down on the counter, then stopped and turned to Liona and smirked just a little harder. “You will forget about this as well, Liona. I don’t want you spoiling anything.”

And with that he set the glass on the counter, returned to his original posture and smug expression, and waited for me to speak.

“Who are you?” I managed as I took another step back and hit the far counter, not a single memory of the recent events left in my mind. My core instantly cooled down to it’s prior unaroused state, and the only emotions I was feeling were surprise and fear.

“I just told you, I’m Garret.” he said with an interested smirk.

“Don’t fuck with me.” I warned him without any conviction, “I have pepper-spray back here!”

“Come now, Dove by Day, don’t be like that. Our kind are very rare. It would be a shame to squander this meeting.” he cooed and cajoled gently.

“Mmm!” the blonde nodded unhelpfully from her seat and almost fell over.

“How did you do that?” I demanded and pointed at the blonde. “Was that some hypnosis shit? Are you going to hypnotize me?”

“What? Don’t be silly.” he laughed, fingers loosely gripping his fresh glass of water. “Hypnosis isn’t real.”

Dawn Covy, Armdale Diplomatic Plaza

“Dawn?” Dimitri said from over my shoulder. I hadn’t noticed his approach against my needs and desires, and I pivoted on my good foot to find him standing mere feet behind me. “Dawn, what do you have in your hand?”

“It’s... nothing. What were you saying?” I asked, my arousal overflowing my ability to keep a straight face as I stealthily shifted the letter opener out of view. I knew what I was about to do, and I knew I should feel revulsion or despair, but the only emotion I could muster was raw obedience mixed with an intense heat.

“I was telling you why it is important to keep a perspective on your powers. It is too easy to see yourself as better than everyone else when the cold truth is that you are just as mortal as any other human.” Dimitri continued, turning his back in a stunning display of trust for a self-professed crime lord to be granting someone like me.

I wanted to warn him, to cry out or maybe force myself to mess up the attack, but all the odds were so heavily stacked in my favour that the tip of the letter opener entered into his neck without a shred of resistance. Dimitri didn’t turn around, he just took a shuddering step forward, put his hand to his neck, and collapsed in a slow motion avalanche. He made a futile attempt to pull something, presumably a gun, out from under his jacket, then lay still.

I kicked him hard in the side, confirming he was dead, then my mind suddenly filled with confusing thoughts and a pang of arousal caused me to lose my balance and nearly fall on top of his corpse. This was so wrong, in so many ways, but I needed to get laid, and whoever was controlling my mind playfully suggested the party I’d been invited to at the nearby University. Taking care not to step in any of the blood that was slowly seeping out around the hole left by the letter opener, I made my way to the door and had the valet call me a cab.

Dawn Covy, Armdale University’s Dormitory Hall

“Dawn? Are you okay?” Beryl said as she put her arm around my shoulders, her face a mask of concern.

“I’m... Oh god. No, I am not. I need... I need to get home.” I said, my thoughts complete chaos as I looked around the room quickly. I saw my dress, crumpled but wearable, near the bed and quickly shrugged it back on. As I adjusted it with one hand, I braced myself with my other and slipped my shoe back onto my good foot without bending to get it. The trio of girls asked me a flock of questions, but I didn’t respond further than telling them to stop touching me. When I was ready to go I looked into the mirror and realized I still had the same look in my eyes and the same growing arousal in my body. With eyes set in stone I held my gaze and steeled my mind as conviction filled my heart. “Dawn, you will no longer obey Garret. You will obey your own will and you will do what you want to do.”

“Are you... talking to yourself?” Regina asked, still keeping her distance, but clearly worried for my sanity. “Do you need help?”

“No.” I said with a confident smile, finally certain that I was in control as the heat began to die down, “There is just something I have to do myself. You three can go back to having a fun evening, but I have somewhere to be.”