The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jenny looked through the window on the silver brothel’s second floor. Not ten minutes ago, there reigned fire. Now, the whole amphitheater was encased in clear blue ice and snow fell from the sky. The sea of lava had retreated well below ground, leaving the city and the stripes of land towering over a dark, endless chasm.

Hell had frozen over, just like it had 24 hours earlier. The cries of the wretched had stopped, entombed as they were in snow-covered ice. Jenny was safe within the confines of the whorehouse, her new home, but she still felt the unforgiving cold. Even the bedsheets she had wrapped herself in came as no comfort. She was shivering, chilled to the bone, and she knew why. She needed a man.

“Don’t worry, Shinju...” Whispered the Lady of Hell reassuringly. “That man will have finished showering soon. You won’t have to be cold and alone. You’ll be able to lose yourself into his embrace, to let him seduce you, corrupt you, reshape you into his docile, loving sex bunny.”

Her all-powerful Queen said as much, but she felt it, too. She was tense, anxious, terribly afraid. Where was her cocksure attitude? Her devil-may-care confidence? All gone. She had become like a poor little orphan, yearning for someone to take her in. Not just feed and warm her, either...but truly to give her a new life. She had caught herself wondering if Blaze had a family name, for God’s sake. She wasn’t just ready to let him touch her—she was ready to become his wife, and to change everything she was if he’d just love her.

The worst part was that Jenny was conscious of how much the tattoo and Methalia’s suggestions had turned her into a gaping hole waiting to be filled. She wanted to put herself together, to escape, brave the icy exterior to find someone who could revert the spell. But all her habitual fire was now a mere ember in the back of her mind. What she truly, intensely longed for was for the bathroom’s door to finally open.

When it did, she was out of the bed in an instant. It took all the remnants of her once overflowing willpower to stop herself from running into his arms. So she was just there, in the love hotel room of crimson and gold, standing up naked in front of a demon.

“Good grief, Jenny.” Sighed Blaze as he saw her look of utter confusion. “I’m not gonna hurt you...”

“You’re gonna help Her change me.”

“Gonna happen anyway, kiddo.”

He stepped forward. She stepped back.

“No, no no no no don’t, I don’t want...”

The big red demon caught her in one swift move, and hug her tight. Jenny shrieked and struggled, desperate to break away from the process...But it was too late.

“Let me go let me goooo! I don’t wanna change I don’t...don’t...oooooooooh...?”

All of a sudden, Blaze’s warmth penetrated her and she felt every muscle in her body relax. Her thoughts slowed down, awash in a flood of pleasant feelings. She felt his muscles, his virile strength, his mighty hands keeping her safe.

“Yes...that’s it. You don’t need strong, lying Jenny any more. You’re a girl. Just a silly young thing. You were born to love and be loved, Shinju...You don’t need to think. You trust him. You trust him with everything. Just let go, he will take care of you...”

In the midst of this wonderful warmth, Queen Methalia’s words felt soothing. The strong man would take care of her. Wasn’t that a good thing? She looked at him with big doe eyes and gasped. He was so sexy and manly. She had slept with a good handful of manly rockers, but him...He was so radiant! He made her feel weak in her stomach...He made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world. She knew how to lead men by the dick, but in the arms of such a stud...she just felt virginal, helpless, and really kind of silly.

Her head was swimming. She needed to say something, anything...he was to take care of her after all. She wanted to thank him so much...but what to say? The truth, of course...he looked so smart, too smart to be fooled by a silly girl like her.

“I...I love you...” Confessed Jenny.

“I know, sugar. I know.”

He pulled her up, and gave her a slow, sensuous kiss. Jenny’s world exploded with joy. The man she loved liked her! The con-girl felt right, complete, at peace. She felt reborn. She didn’t have to feel cold ever again. He was the One. She was his girl. When he broke the kiss, she was blushing, her face graced with the beautiful smile of a girl in love. She looked at him. So beautiful, so strong...Jenny wanted it all. She realized she would go to the end of the Earth with him. Or Hell, as it were. Consequences be damned. No concession would be too great. She was devoted to him. She would change her name to please him.

“I...I’m ready.”

“Ready for what, pumpkin?” Smiled Blaze. He loved this part of the Methalia girls.

“Well...” She pouted. “You know, that thing...”

“You mean you’re ready to give me your virginity?”

“Hmm hmm!” She nodded, lips pinched, like a stereotypical good girl.

Suddenly, Jenny stopped. Something wasn’t right. The waking dream was dispelled, at least enough for Jenny to remember who she was.

“Wait...I’m not a virgin!”

Blaze laughed softly. For all her sudden lucidity, the nascent succubus still hugged him tight.

“Succubi are everything men want women to be.” He explained. “They’re the ideal of femininity, the perfect answers for the boy’s dreams. Methalia and her subjects represent the virgins. They are innocence, the vulnerable naivete that falls so easily to temptation. They’re the rich girl men can easily seduce and reshape to their will. Every man they meet is their first love. Every sex they have is their first time. You’re a ticking time bomb of corruption and wild passion under the guise of a cute, pure girl.”

Jenny gulped. Cute? Her? How the fuck did she come under this Methalia’s reign again?

“So yes, you’re a virgin, and you’re about to find out for the first time how good sex feels.”

Jenny was on all fours on the fluffy bed, a mirror right in front of her. The man she loved wanted her to see how much prettier a girl got when she was in the throes of pleasure. She didn’t believe it at first. How could she? She was a scarecrow who only scored thanks to music and alcohol. Being pretty was as foreign to her as being honest. And yet, the Jenny in the mirror had...something. She was being ravished from behind, doggy style, but her vacant, confused expression was prettier than anything she remembered. It was in her sparkly, lovey eyes, and the scarlet blush on her cheeks. It was an expression of pure, simple happiness.

She wasn’t really surprised to look this...special, really. All her concerns, all her fears about Hell, had been thoroughly dispelled when Blaze—her beloved—popped her little cherry. She thought she knew what sex was...but this couldn’t be right. She knew she had never felt so good, so complete before. It wasn’t a fun romp, it was a gentle melding that love intensified to the heavens. All she knew and cared about on Earth...it was nothing. This was life. This was love.

“Aaaahn...I love you sssooOOoo muuuuch....”

Her smile in the mirror was nothing but pure radiance. The rose tattoos on her temples were glowing, helping Jenny to accept this fucking as the best moment of her entire life, and the only moment worth building from. It was blurring the love for performing on stage, the excitement when pulling off a con, rebuilding her subconscious after the sweet pleasure. Jenny’s mind floated in the absolute, devoted love for Blaze, each feeling of selflessness and submission reinforced by the waves of pleasures and the powerful murmur of her Queen.

“Be reborn, Shinju...The devotion feels so nice, and the orgasms make you so ditzy...You’re just a girl. Just a soft, silly girl. You need men to teel you what to do, what to be...So soft, so cute...”

And for the first time...the warmth in her heart, the butterflies in her tummy, the simplicity in her head converged...

“Y...yes, my Queen...” She whispered between two moans.

“That’s it, don’t think...feel. Accept.”

“Yes...Yes...Aaaaah...”

The entire tattoo glowed, and each pound of her beloved’s delicious dick plateaued, steadily building to an orgasm the likes of which she had never experienced. Confused, and a little afraid by the alien, overwhelming sensation, she opened her eyes...Only to see she had gotten decidedly prettier. Too much so.

“Oh...Oh my God, no...I’m changing!”

“Yes, Shinju, you’re turning into your new succubic persona.”

“But I don’t want to...” She whined, her dignity trying for a last-ditch struggle. “And I’m Jenny!”

“Really? Shinju’s really cute, though...”

“Do...you think so?”

Shinju...Shinju...It was cute, and it went better with the smooth, olive skin that began to replace her pocked face, and the shorter but so silky jet black hair...Her eyes were so big, and yet narrow at the same time...How could it be? She looked barely legal, and absolutely not caucasian. She was...

“...I am Asian?”

“Of course you are. Does Shinju sound American?”

“But I am American...”

“Is that so? Because I love cute Japanese girls...” Whispered the red-skinned demon to her softened mind.

The effect was immediate. She loved him. She loved him too much to hang on. She wanted to be his ideal girl. Without even consciously choosing to do so, she squeaked, rushing to cover her mistake.

“American? No, no, I meant Japanese, I’m Japanese! I’m Shinju!” She swore like a child caught lying.

“Really?” He smiled, taking her face between his hands and pointing her to the mirror. “So that’s the true you, then?”

“Yes! Yes, this is me, I swear! I’m Shinju!”

Her addled mind didn’t have the time to create a small alibi, a rationalization to explain why she lied about who she was. Her pussy exploded, blasting her thoughts away, sending her whole body into her first orgasm as a succubus.

“Aaaaaaahng! Nngaaaaah! AAAAAAAAAHH!”

It was astronomical. Seconds of uninterrupted, unadulterated passion, carving itself into her very soul, cementing everything that had led to it as a new normality. The name Shinju reverberated through her whole mind, leaving an indelible imprint.

“Aaaah...”

She fell on the bedsheets, nestled in mindless afterglow. Blaze wiped the sweat of his brow and disengaged, knowing this was a critical moment in the life of a new succubus. She needed to incubate a bit, internalize all she had learned the best she could before she woke up and the conscious mind took over again. She would be Jenny again, but her true identity would be here, as a layer in her subconscious, ready to be awoken with a man’s touch and nurtured until the lucky girl was ready to accept her new nature as a virgin of Hell.

It wasn’t a short process, but Hell had all the time it needed.

Jenny awoke some time later and instinctively sought the toilet. She did so in the dark, without feeling the need to reminisce the night before. Why bother? After so many nights of being piss-drunk, such a thing as ‘yesterday’ comes to matter little. With her great experience of motel room layouts, she found the restroom with little trouble. It was a bit sparkly and spacious for her usual fare.

“Heh heh heh, I scored us a pretty sweet room.” She proudly chuckled, smiling from ear to ear. “Must have been on fire yesterday.”

Of particular interest.was the window, which showed a soothing white landscape. A white, silent night, with slow but steady snowfall covering the dirty cities with purity itself. The kind of night that soothes the soul and heralds Christmas. Jenny couldn’t help but smile as she looked at it. Trisha would love it, that’s for sure.

“Wait. We’re in fucking July.”

She finished her business and went to the window. Like her grandma used to say, “Snow in Winter, to the tinder, snow in July, bullshit is nigh.” And holy shit, she never thought that gnarly old owl could ever understate anything. Now that she had the whole picture, the immaculate snow was covering ominous jagged spikes, nothing but dark chasms beyond. She felt way too sober for this. In fact, she didn’t even have a memory lapse.

“Oh, that’s right. I’m in Hell.”

And she had been thoroughly ravished by a bodybuilding demon.

“Shiiiiit.”

She remembered everything. Falling in love, being fucked doggy style, orgasming...And changing. She rushed to the mirror above the sink.

“No. Nooooo no no no no.”

She was a Japanese. And cute. Gone was her lanky frame halfway between intimidating and pitiful. Her sharp stare. Her hard features. The girl in the mirror was small and perfectly proportioned, with big puppy eyes and a smooth, round, face...and appeared just as surprised to be Japanese as Jenny was. She looked like a Shinju alright.

“Motherfucking brit is going to get it.”

She tried to ignore how childish and cute her voice sounded and stormed out of the bathroom and towards the ground floor.

“OI, FUCKER!” Squealed the adorable Asian cutie. “The asshole in chief made your deal moot, why the fuck did you turn me into Trisha’s dream girl?!”

Sitting on a bench in the hallway, outside of a large room where succubi and patrons alike cried in debauchery , Chrysaor deigned only look up and blow some smoke.

“Ah, there’s a good reason for it, luv.”

“Pray fucking tell.” Commanded Jenny with the least intimidating voice ever.

“You might have noticed, but your friend is pretty bollixed. I made me lots of succubi in my time, but I never saw this shy a bird. So I figured I’d use you to sort her out. Good bloody thing I did, too. Even with Lilith’s influence, the daft thing just can’t bloody talk to someone.”

Jenny snickered. That hardly surprised her at all.

“Ha! Money and hierarchy couldn’t get her to thaw out to people, how do you think your stupid ass is gonna do?” She taunted, before realizing something. “Hold on. Lilith? As in...the Lilith?”

“Well, you can’t expect a trio of Succubi Queens without her, can you? She’s the middle sister. Represents passion.” Explained Chrysaor. “Perhaps Trisha’s too clammed up for now, but she does have desire to spare, that one. The key to her inner sexpot was indulging her urges...hence you. Cute body, innit?”

“Fuck. You.”

The demon pimp smiled, then began to chuckle uncontrollably, wiping tears of laughter and laughing some more with each attempt to look at Jenny’s new angry face.

“Aaaah I’m sorry luv,” Chris managed to say between chortles. “You’re just to damn precious for that anymore. I mean...prrrt HA HA HA Haa-sorry. Let’s get to business.”

He clenched his right hand, revealing a guns-and-roses glowing motif. Jenny heard Trisha’s voice moan in pleasure from inside a small, dark room, not unlike a broom closet. Her hand came into view, clutching the door frame. Jenny saw black fingernails, and immediately knew that British fucker had done something to Trisha too. And indeed, the woman that appeared was Trisha only in body language.

Jenny’s jaw dropped. The plain, sober figure that was her friend was now a tall, model-like woman with long, flowing hair tinted deep red and huge breasts. Her arms, collarbone and abdomen were covered with colorful tattoos fit for a rock star. Angels, dragons and skeletons figured alongside guns, roses and lovingly calligraphic phrases. Her collarbone, most notably, read “Heaven or Hell”. It just couldn’t be a coincidence that it happened to be Jenny’s favorite speed metal song. In short, Trisha had become the badass rocker girl she always wanted her to be.

It was still Trisha, looking to the side and desperately covering her now huge knockers, though unable to resist caressing them with the balls of her hands.

“S-s-s-tttoooop...” She pleaded, her voice much deeper and more charismatic than before. “Stop turning me on...”

“No can do, luv. Matter of fact...”

He clenched his fist again, and Trisha gasped. Her eyes became lost in the distance and her breath grew calmer.

“Shit,” Swore Jenny. “You’re making her hear Lilith.”

“Bingo. Be a good Methalia cutie and coax the dom out of her, will ya?”

The tattoo on Chrysaor’s hand switched to a bright flower, and Jenny was once again possessed by the almighty voice of her Queen.

“You know you want to be her pet, Shinju...She looks so cool, doesn’t she? You’re so jealous...You want her to teach you all about a cool girl’s life...”

Jenny tried to rebuff the whisper. She was the cool one, goddamit! But little cutie Shinju already had a foothold in her personality. Already, a part of her thought her wonderful Queen knew best. Still, she knew she could resist this time. There was no customer around, no one to make her feel desperately cold and lonely. She could do th...

“Well, what do we have here?”

Startled, Jenny looked up. Trisha was on her, towering over her small frame. Her smile was calm, confident, commanding. Her stammer was gone. Trisha was like that when she was in her own little world, without any stranger to shake her self-esteem. She looked so beautiful, so in charge, so...cool...

“Hi, Shinju...got tired of standing in my doujinshis, did you? Bad girl...”

“Trisha! What are you saying, it’s me, J...”

The fledgling daughter of Lilith put a finger on Jenny’s lips.

“Hush. Do you look like Jenny?” She laughed. “I think not. You are my character, Shinju, and I am your creator. You won’t rebel against me, will you?”

Before she heard the soft chime of her Queen’s voice reinforcing Trisha’s perverted suggestions, Jenny had a grim realization. Trisha, in her altered state, intended to brainwash her into thinking she was a manga character.

Then she was docile little Shinju again.