The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

There was trouble in her city, and Elizabeth wouldn’t stand for it.

Strictly speaking, the city did not belong to her. Well over a hundred thousand people lived there, cheerfully oblivious to her existence. They had no idea that Elizabeth was amongst them, watching them scurry about their lives day after day. Didn’t matter. Deep down it would always be her city to Elizabeth.

There was nothing quite like walking through the downtown on a warm summer’s day, listening to the thoughts of her people. And if she reached out now and again to make the occasional change to someone’s mind, it was all harmless fun, right?

She wasn’t supposed to think like that. Just because she’d been assigned to watch over the city didn’t make it hers. The conclave would never approve of that attitude, and if they ever realized how Elizabeth felt she’d be in a lot of trouble. A stern tongue lashing at least, but more likely they’d take her city away. A forced reassignment to some backwoods hellhole. Better they never found out, then.

That did limit the fun she could have. Especially now, with her young protege here in the car. Elizabeth spared a glance at the driver’s seat. Lisa Andrews was a serious faced young woman. Her bright green eyes, particularly striking when focused on you, were locked straight ahead. Her hair, normally long and flowing, was tied up in a severe professional style. Somehow it made her more intense than normal. She was clothed in matching business attire, as was Elizabeth for that matter.

Normally, it didn’t really matter what they wore. With their abilities, either could walk naked through a crowd without anyone blinking an eye. Heck, Elizabeth had done exactly that once just to prove she could. That, and for the thrill of it. Today was different. Today they were hunting another controller.

“Anything yet?” Lisa asked.

Elizabeth hadn’t felt anything, but stretched out once more to check the sensors.

“Nothing since this morning,” Elizabeth told her, “but keep heading downtown. He’s been showing up a lot more frequently, and I think he’s ready to stick his neck out.”

For the past month and a half, they’d been tracking a rogue controller. He was good, at least for someone unaffiliated and presumably untrained. There weren’t a ton of those anymore. Most new controllers were spotted early. With advanced warning and a bit of help, they could be eased carefully into their new abilities. Most of the time. Even today, some still came into their powers without help. It was rarely a pretty picture.

Lisa didn’t get it, not really. She’d been one of the lucky ones, the sort whose potential was spotted earlier than most. Before her powers began to manifest, she’d had a patient mentor there to prepare her for what was to come.

Not so Elizabeth. She remembered all too well how frightening it was to develop these strange new abilities. Powers she didn’t understand and couldn’t quite control. The worst of it was the voices, the constant stream of unspoken thoughts surrounding her. Hearing them was bad enough, but it got worse. Before she realized it, those voices had slowly started changing. Bit by bit, everyone’s thoughts started marching in lockstep, a terrifying uniformity of purpose centered around pleasing herself. Some might have found that a dream come true, but to a young woman just wanting to be normal, it was hell.

The temple changed that. They’d taken her in, fixed what she’d unwittingly done. They taught her to control her powers, and better yet, that those powers didn’t make her a freak.

A tug at her mind interrupted Elizabeth’s thoughts. The detectors had found something.

“There, did you feel that?” Elizabeth asked. Lisa shook her head, but Elizabeth was hardly surprised. For all that Lisa was talented, one could become too focused. Try as she might, the girl just didn’t have much in the way of periphery awareness.

“Hang on,” said Elizabeth, “I’ll see if I can get a read on his position. She concentrated, scanning for some sign of resonance. Any clue towards their quarry’s location. Elizabeth was far better at this than Lisa. Not that Lisa set a high bar for wide area searches, but it was something Elizabeth excelled in.

Not everyone reacted to their new powers with fear. There were some, far too many, who saw Elizabeth’s hell as their own heaven. That was what they were after. An untaught wildling that thought the world existed solely for his own pleasure. He’d been discreet so far, but getting bolder by the day. Before long he’d cause some serious damage, and she wasn’t about to allow that. Not in her city.

Focusing intently, Elizabeth picked up the trail. There! She had him.

“Take the next exit, then—” shaking off the fog of her concentration, Elizabeth still sensed it coming. Lisa, focused Lisa, did not.

“Shit!” Lisa said, jerking the wheel to the side, just barely avoiding the car that swerved in front of them. The other driver slammed their horn, blaring loudly as they cut past to the onramp. Though she missed the car, Lisa wasn’t so lucky with the railing. With a painful jolt they were both thrown into their seatbelts.

Rubbing her shoulder, Elizabeth watched a trickle steam rise from their car’s crumpled front. She turned, looking at her pupil.

Lisa cringed, shrugging her shoulders plaintively.

“Oops?”

Elizabeth sighed. Just when they finally had a lead on the guy. Cars continued to zoom past their wreck. Elizabeth looked at them, weighing her options. Nah, they’d been on the trail this long already, a little longer wouldn’t hurt. Wasn’t worth hijacking someone’s car just so they could follow a faint lead. By the time they arrived, the trail would probably be cold anyways. No, she thought, we’re playing this one by the books. With another sigh, she pulled out out her phone and started dialing.

“Come on, out of my fucking way!” Tracy yelled. The last thing she needed today was for some asshole to run into her car. Barreling down the ramp, she just barely showed as she zipped past the stop sign. She was already running late for her big day, and it would be just her luck to miss the exit. Thank goodness she’d caught it in time. Why the hell were the road signs so crappy anyways?

The light ahead was turning yellow, and Tracy slammed the pedal to the floor. Some asshole honked as she drove through, but screw him anyways. This was the homestretch. The parking lot was already in sight, no more stupid lights to slow her down. Breathing deeply, Tracy forced herself to calm down.

Fighting an impulse to leap from her car as soon as it parked, she instead looked at the mirror for one last check of her hair and makeup. Impressions were important, and she wanted to make sure everything went perfect today. Glancing at her watch, Tracy was glad to see that she’d made it on time. Barely.

“Ok. Breath girl,” she told herself, “you’re doing fine.”

It was her first week on the job, and the last thing Tracy wanted was to make a bad impression by showing up late. For a freshman in political science, this internship was a killer opportunity. Sure, she’d been assigned to the “hospitality committee” run by the mayor’s stupid trophy wife, but it was a start. If nothing else, she’d get to rub elbows with the wives of a lot of big names. It was grating, but so long as she kept her head down and did a good job running these stupid “tea parties”, then it would open all sorts of opportunities next summer.

Tracy breezed past the front desk, heading to the conference room at a brisk walk. Outside the doors, Tracy took a couple deep breaths. Gathering her composure and putting a stupid grin on her face, she opened the door and stepped inside.

She heard them before the doors were even open. Dang, must be people here already to start setting up.

“Hi, Sorry I’m—oh!” Tracy gasped in shock. Her first sight walking into the room was a naked woman bent over the table with a guy pounding into her from behind.

Oh what the hell! This is what she got for working around a bunch of sleezbag government officials. They all thought with their dicks, every last one of them. It was obviously too much to ask that they show a little discretion, but couldn’t they have at least checked the schedule and picked a vacant room?

Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. Her first week, and already she had to chase away some asshole bureaucrat that though he was above the rules. With her luck, he’d probably be pissed off all summer, for no better reason than -

“Wait, what?” Tracy whispered. With dawning horror, she recognized the woman. Holy shit, that was the mayor’s wife. Tracy didn’t recognize the guy, but he sure as hell wasn’t the mayor.

Oh fuck, this was not something she wanted to get involved in. Time to back away, get out of here, and forget this ever happened.

Tracy inched her way back, feeling behind her for the door. Some perverse curiosity kept her eyes glued to the rutting couple as her hand fumbled for the knob. She had to get out of here. Now, before they noticed her. This was a scandal she wanted no part of.

Her fingers jiggled at the handle, but coordination to turn it escaped her. The woman’s chest slid against the table as he rammed into her. Tracy found her eyes drawn to the those breasts. Were they always that big?

Her hand slid away, falling to her sides as she became engrossed in the show before her. Tracy didn’t notice when she took the first step forward. Thoughts of leaving were slipping away, her attention too focused on what was in front of her.

Without realizing it, Tracy shrugged the jacket off her shoulders. It pooled into a pile behind her. What were these two thinking? Carrying on in such a public place was just asking to be caught. Her hands reached to her blouse, fingers undoing the buttons. Halfway to the table, it joined her jacket on the floor.

Then again, that was part of the attraction, wasn’t it? Her skirt came next, sliding down her hips to land at her feet. She stepped out of it and continued walking. There was something hot about the danger, the risk of being caught. A flick of the clasp, and her bra came off too. She tossed it behind her. Her breasts, which were perfectly adequate and she wasn’t at all self conscious about thank you for asking, hung free. By the time she reached the table, her body was completely bare.

The soft morning sunlight warmed her naked skin. Though she knew the windows were reflective, standing unclothed in front of them left her feeling exposed, but in a good sort of way.

The man finally looked at her. He smiled at her. Tracy flushed with relief. She hadn’t realized how nervous she was until that moment. She wanted him. Wanted him to want her. He was so strong, so commanding. Tracy was desperate for his approval.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Tracy.” she said, then added “sir”.

“I didn’t ask for your name, slut. What the hell are you doing here?”

Tracy couldn’t bear it. Ashamed at displeasing him, she fell to her knees.

“I’m an intern, Master,” that word came unbidden to her lips. ‘Master’. It felt right. There was no denying it. This man was her Master. “I was supposed to help the mayor’s wife set up her luncheon today.”

His lip curled upwards slightly, and Tracy felt a rush of butterflies in her stomach. He smiled! He was happy with her!

“An intern, eh? I think I’ll call you Monica.”

There was a moment of confusion.

“Huh? But I told you Master, I’m —” The room spun. Like her mind had been draped with a light fog, it was getting harder to think. What was she about to say?

“I told you Master, my name’s Monica.”

“Tell you what, Monica. I don’t think the slut needs your help right now,” the mayor’s wife was on the table, legs splayed while she fingered herself, “but as long as you’re on your knees, I can think of another way to make yourself useful.”

“Oh yes, master!” she said, licking her lips as she leaned forwards.

Nobody paid attention to the two young woman walking through the city hall doors. If anyone cared to look, all they would notice was a pair of young office workers called in on a Saturday. Never mind their irritated expressions or the beat up rental car next to the no parking sign. No one would notice or care. They’d made sure of that.

“Fine. We found the guy. Let’s bag him and get out of here.” said Lisa as she started for the elevator. A gentle hand on her shoulder held her back.

“Not so fast,” said Elizabeth, “I get that you’re upset, but that doesn’t mean we can screw around with this.”

“How can you say that,” said Lisa. Her eyes fixed intently on her mentor, challenging her. “You can feel what he’s doing just as well as I can.”

Elizabeth didn’t back down.

“How many more will suffer if he slips away again?”

They stood there, eyes locked as everyone else in the lobby walked by. The crowd, such as it was, parted around them, heeding an unconscious directive to ignore the two.

Finally, Lisa looked away.

“You’re right. I still don’t like it, but you’re right. Can we please just get him this time?”

Elizabeth smiled, the sort of grin a cat might wear as it spots a cornered mouse.

“That’s exactly what I intend to do.”

“Yes! Oh, yes!” cried Monica.

“That’s right, take it slut. You know you want it.”

“Oh god yes. Fuck me harder Master, please!”

Tracy’s huge titties slid across the table, driven back and forth while her master nailed her from behind. She loved the way her nipples rubbed against the smooth surface, and pushed against it trying to eke out a little more sensation.

It was hard to think about anything besides the incredible pleasure of her Master’s cock sliding in and out, but she could still remember how happy she’d been when her Master gave her that wonderful new set of tits.

It happened right after she finished swallowing his delicious cum. He’d looked down at her, taking in her body with his eyes.

“Not bad. You’re a natural cocksucker,” he’d said, “damned near perfect except for those tiny tits of yours.”

Those words cut her to the core. It was terrible. Every disappointment, every failed relationship, all her mistakes great and small rolled into one burst of emotion. Her Master was displeased.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Master,” she cried. Then, daring to hope a little, “I could get them fixed master. I, I could save up, sell my car, take out a loan. I’ll fix them Master. I promise!”

“Shhh... no need for that.” Earlier that day, she might have called his grin predatory. That was then. Now it only warmed her heart.

Extending a hand, he pulled her to her feet. She gasped with pleasure as he rubbed her pitifully tiny chest. Her own hands reached for him, caressing and feeling her wonderful master. One hand went to his magnificent cock, of course, but the other was free to explore his oh so perfect body.

Then there was only pleasure, a great sea of sensation sweeping out from where his hands touched her skin. She became lost in it, and when she came to her senses she possessed a brand new pair of huge, beautiful titties.

Even better, Master agreed to fuck her in celebration.

“Physical changes?”

“Well, they are rare,” said Elizabeth, “but you know there are people that can use their powers to—”

“Yeah, I know what a shaper is,” said Lisa, “but aren’t they pretty useless without training? I thought this guy was supposed to be self taught?”

“As far as we can tell, yeah, he is. Besides that last trick, I haven’t seen that much from him to argue against it.”

“But,” Lisa started, before Elizabeth cut her off.

“One,” she held up a finger, “I haven’t sensed much in the way of defense. Two, he hasn’t been scanning his surroundings, though I suppose that’s a flaw shared by some who are supposedly trained.” That came with a meaningful look at Lisa, who had the good grace to look abashed.

“And finally, no one else is willing to claim him. If someone wanted to risk an incident with an unclaimed agent in our territory, it would be for something better than a couple bimbos.”

“Can’t argue with that, I guess,” said Lisa, “still, he just doesn’t seem totally untrained, that’s all.”

“I think you’re giving wilders too little credit. Sure, their skills are limited, but that doesn’t make them harmless. It’s pretty common for them to pick up a trick or two, and sometimes they stumble onto things that take a trained adept years to master.” Elizabeth thought of her own ability to work a crowd, developed well before she knew there were others like her.

“If I had to guess,” continued Elizabeth, “I’d bet that’s the only thing he can manipulate.”

“Yeah,” Lisa chuckled, “and of course it’s the boobs. Typical guy.”

“That’s what happens when you give powers to teens.” said Elizabeth, “Especially when no one’s around to moderate them.”

“Maybe,” Lisa admitted, “Anyways, I’ve finished my scans. Everything’s clean. Give the word, and I’m ready to go.”

Monica’s lips were wrapped around her master’s tool once more. A normal man should have been spent long ago, but this wasn’t a normal man. This was Master.

The back of her mind faintly registered the doors opening. It didn’t help her suck master off, so she ignored it.

Her Master, on the other hand, abruptly stood. The sudden movement jerked his cock from her mouth, and she scrambled to get it back. Looking up at him, she saw her master was smiling. Daring a look at the door, she saw two beautiful women walking in.

The younger was about her age, perhaps a bit younger. It was hard to tell from her formal clothing. Her short skirt showed a pair of long, curvy legs covered in dark nylons. She had lush full lips, the kind that would be great around master’s lovely rod. Monica sucked harder, reassuring herself that she was the one that got to suck his cock. Her eyes were, they were intense. Tracy looked away.

The other one was perhaps in her mid twenties. A slim, sharp faced blond with long straight hair. She wasn’t as curvy as the other, but had a tall, slender build. Though her gaze wasn’t as intense as the other, she projected a calm, confident air of control. Which was silly, of course. Everyone knew that master was in control.

She turned back to Master, already anxious from having gone so long without seeing him. He was still smiling, and Monica felt a twinge of jealousy. In a rare bit of introspection, she reminded herself that Master deserved as many women as he wanted. She should be grateful for what little he was willing to give. Still, she’d kinda hoped that once master saw how good a slut she was, that he’d decide she was enough. Besides, neither had big hot titties like hers.

Monica felt a twinge of disquiet as her master’s smile melted into a frown, even though his displeasure wasn’t directed at her. He looked sharply at the two new women, then wobbled a bit.

“What the fuck,” he said, “They told me you’d be—”

He never finished. Master’s eyes eyes rolled up, and he collapsed to the ground.

Monica crawled to him, but darkness overtook her. Her head fell down, resting on his inner thigh. The last thing she saw was his yummy cock, just barely out of reach.

Lisa circled the sleeping victims. The smell of sex still hung in the air. Pools of sweat and... other fluids were scattered around. Lisa carefully stepped over the puddles as she walked.

“I’ll make sure they get loaded up,” said Elizabeth, “can you have a ... talk with the janitors. Make sure this gets cleaned without any unpleasant questions?”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of it. Do you think they’ll be all right?”

“Hmmm?”

“Them.” Lisa motioned her foot towards one of the naked women. She’d looked into their minds, and it was a mess. There wasn’t much left of personality, or any thoughts, really.

“I don’t know. The best we can do is get them back to the temple. There isn’t much we can do here.”

“But?”

“But there are no guarantees,” said Elizabeth, “They’ll probably be able to live a normal life, but will they be the same? I don’t know.”

“It just doesn’t seem right. All that from one untrained wilder and there’s nothing we can do to fix it?”

“An infant can knock over a vase. Doesn’t mean it’s easy to glue back together.”

Lisa shuddered at the plight of normals. It was scary, the idea of ever being so vulnerable. Imagining herself so defenseless was a terrible prospect. Not the first time, she was thankful for being born different. It wasn’t just the defenses, the ability to sense threats and fight back. The brains of controllers were different. Somehow, even in the deepest recesses of their minds, there was always a hidden core, a place where their true self was held. No matter how much damage a person’s mind took, they could use that core to fix it, to regain themselves.

No such luck for these two. The best they could hope for was to have their minds painstakingly pieced back together. It the technicians were skilled enough, they might even be themselves again afterwards.

“All right,” Lisa finally sighed, “I guess I’d better get this cleaned up.”