The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Francisco Hernandez had loved only one woman in his life. When he first met Rosa, he had kidded his friends that she would be the woman he married. Through what passed for school in their run-down neighborhoods, he had carried her books, studied with her, and even gotten beat up for her on occasion. That her father had thought him not good enough to marry his daughter didn’t matter. He knew he was going to marry her, and that’s what he did.

And, though life was never easy, they managed, and they still loved each other madly. He would come home at night, and she would have dinner prepared, and afterward they would make love until exhausted. More than that, he would soon be a father. To Francisco Hernandez, life was as near perfect as he had ever thought possible.

He felt Rosa shaking him, trying to get him awake, something that was never easy to do at any time. Once asleep, only a siren next to his ear was likely to pull Francisco from dreamland.

When he did open his eyes, he thought he must still be dreaming. Rosa was kneeling beside him in her seat…naked from the waist up! And while he loved seeing her breasts, if he wasn’t dreaming, then his wife must have gone completely insane.

“Wake up sleepy-boy! I have a surprise for you!”

“Rosa? What?”

“Look at my breasts, my love. Look at what has happened!”

As Francisco watched, Rosa squeezed her generous breasts. And, first from one nipple, and then the other, a small amount of milk dribbled from the tip.

Francisco shook his head sharply. ‘I have to be asleep!’ he thought, starting to sit up in his seat. Starting to, but not quite making it when Rosa jumped into his lap and pinned his shoulders with her hands.

“Silly boy! You’re not going anywhere! I need you to suck the milk in my breasts, and tell me how it tastes!”

Francisco knew he was still dreaming then, at that moment. His wife never was so bold, never so forward. So he was still in dreamland after all. And the beautiful woman that was his dream wife wanted him to suck her breasts, which he would be delighted to do in any case. So he let her pull his head to her left nipple.

He was enjoying the dream immensely…until the milk started to move in his mouth.

As Sidney Wickington continued smiling his satisfied smile, the group of five people behind him took turns milking each other in fantastically exotic ways.

At one point, Roger was taking Denise Burcham from behind, as she gave Samantha’s pussy a tongue-lashing. Francisco was being ridden by his wife, who held his head to her breasts, letting him go only when he sucked all the milk from her newly lactating bosom.

When they all had cum at least once, Denise began sucking Francisco’s cock, as Denise rimmed her asshole with her tongue. Rosa spread her ass cheeks and begged Roger to ass-fuck her, which an extremely difficult but rewarding chore.

In the end, they would have continued making each other cum all the way into Dallas, had not Sidney Wickington opened his eyes and stood up in the aisle.

All activity ceased as he turned to face them, and they all quickly dropped to their knees before the one who now held them in thrall.

He smiled down at them, letting them bask in his approval of their newly found sexual liberation. Then, he concentrated for a moment, mentally giving them their final task for this particular trip.

At his command, the two men rose and moved past him, lifting his seatmate from her chair and standing her in the aisle. Sidney moved to her, and touched his finger to her temple again, unlocking the mental binders that had kept her asleep.

When Tanya Kessen awoke, her head was filled with cotton wool. She looked around her, and her first thought was “Why am I standing up?”

Her second thought was “Who are these guys holding me?”

Her third was “Why are they taking off my clothes?”

Indeed, Roger and Francisco were stripping her very methodically, removing her sweatshirt, her pants, her socks, her bra and panties. And, instead of doing anything about it, Tanya let them do it, helping them from time to time by lifting a foot or raising an arm.

Something inside her head said she should be worried that she WASN’T worried about this.

Something else inside her head said ‘Shhhhhhhhhh.’

Directly in front of her was the man who had sat down beside her when the bus started in Atlanta. That was the last clear memory she had of the entire trip. Until now.

Now, that man was being circled by three women, who were, piece-by-piece, removing his clothing. Like some pagan ritual of old, they moved in precise rhythm, hampered only by the narrowness of the aisle. Until he too stood naked before her.

The other men and women sank to their knees, leaving only Tanya and the naked man standing. That’s when the man smiled, and began to speak.

“My dearest Tanya. The last piece of the puzzle, so to speak. You must have many questions.

“But I will not answer them now. Once we are done, you will have all the guidance you need. You will be the beneficiary of years of knowledge and experiences…and whether you enjoy it or not…it will be your burden for a long, long time to come.

“Let’s begin.”

With that, Roger stood and moved behind Tanya, and Francisco, still on his knees, moved in front of her.

Roger began kneading Tanya’s breasts, even as he kissed and licked his way across her neck and shoulders. Francisco licked and sucked his way up her pussy lips, pausing only briefly to suck hard on her clit before working his way back down again.

Meanwhile, the three women began to use their hands and mouths on Sidney’s cock, licking and sucking and fondling and squeezing. To Tanya’s amazement, what arose from their ministrations was the largest tool she’d ever seen – 18 inches long if not more, and seemingly as big around as a salami! It was to a normal cock the difference between a rifle and a bazooka. For a moment, Tanya felt terror rising like a wave in her mind.

But the wave never crested; Roger and Francisco increased their efforts at stimulating her, while the voice in her mind told her to relax, that it would all work out correctly.

When Sidney’s cock reached its full length, the ritual changed again. Now Roger lifted her from behind and placed her on the back of the kneeling Francisco. He slid her down until her ass was directly on top of Francisco’s. Then, Francisco adjusted his position until she was flat on her back…and her pussy was directly in line with Sidney’s cock.

The three women led Sidney forward, each with a hand on his fully extended member. As he approached, Rosa and Denise let go, each taking a position at Tanya’s side. They each took one of her legs, lifting them up into a “V,” putting her cunt on display.

Samantha lead Sidney’s cock right to the entrance of Tanya’s pussy, then, using her free hand, she spread the pussy lips and put the head of the cock inside them.

As Sidney looked down at her, Tanya thought she saw something change in his face. “For what I am about to take from you, I am sorry. Hopefully, what you get in return will be worth it.”

Sidney thrust…and Tanya’s world fragmented again in soul-splitting pain.

In the dark, voices whispered to Tanya. Tales of a race of shapeless creatures known as the Nomads, who, not having a home of their own, chose to roam the universe inhabiting the homes of others. They were traders in experience, in memory; their ability to provide a glimpse inside the cultures and mores of other species by actually living through that species was reviled by some, celebrated by others.

That was how one of the Nomads’ ships had landed on the Earth years before, searching for new species with which to bond. But, in this case, most of the Nomads had died before a way was found for them to inhabit the bodies of the race known as humans. And few humans refused what they had to offer: increased mental ability, photographic memory, mental control through touch, and the ability to create small “slivers” of themselves, which could then root in the minds of others, providing mental control of those infected as well as a pipeline to all of their memories and experiences.

And, once in a great while, a Nomad would procreate; to pass on the genetic knowledge gained in the body of a human, the creature would split itself in two, depositing the newly created duplicate self into a different host. Thus, the Nomads would continue, not overwhelming the human race, but collecting experiences and fostering new ones that would one day be returned to the stars for the entertainment and education of other races, other species…other galaxies.

That she had been chosen to be such a host was partially luck of place, and partially luck of age. Being in college at a major university provided so many more opportunities for studying the youth of a burgeoning planet; as well, perhaps some hosts could be found from other countries, extending the reach of the Nomads study to other parts of the planet.

The whispers began to fade away again, except for one last voice. ‘For each gift we offer to your species, there is also something that is subtracted. We offer incredible power, but lack of freedom – you will be compelled to seek out and mine new experiences and memories, willingly or not. You can control others, but not to any appreciable personal benefit. You will observe and experience the sexual experiences and orgasms of many others, but you yourself will never again experience one in your own body. You will always be healthy, and always be youthful, until such a time after you have spawned into another host and may choose to end your own life; but you will never bring another human life into this world.

‘We are a blessing and we are a curse. But you have been chosen. And, for now, you have no other choice.’

And the whispers faded away.

As the bus pulled into the terminal in Dallas, Mr. Greene heaved a sigh of relief. It had been just like any other trip, nothing unusual about it, not at all. Yet, as he stood at the bottom of the stairs and lit his first cigarette of the day, he couldn’t help but notice his hands were shaking. Leaning against the bus, he closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep drag of his cigarette…then was startled by the sound of someone clearing his throat.

“Ah, Mr. Greene. You’ve done such a fine job driving us through this night. I just wanted to shake your hand in thanks.”

And though, somewhere in his mind, a voice cried “Don’t do it!” in a terror-stricken way, Mr. Greene felt his right hand extend outward almost reflexively.

Having finished his last task, Sidney Q. Wickington stood on the curb at the bus depot and contemplated his next move.

It had been a long time since he had had that luxury.

Having passed on the sum of the experiences and memories he had collected as a Nomad host, he was released from the compulsion to do anything more. He was free to go where he wanted, and do what he wanted…up to and including ending his own life.

He turned and looked back at the bus, thinking of the six sleeping people within. Five of them would wonder if it had all been an erotic fever-dream. Until they found the bottles of ‘soap’ in their luggage, with the one simple instruction that ruled all the Nomad hosts across this planet, or any other.

Pass it on.

And they would invite their best friends to a party, one night soon, and put out their special dispensers of ‘soap’ in the bathroom…and then even more memories and experiences would belong to Sidney Wickington. As it had been for one hundred years now.

He ran his hand over his face, suddenly feeling old and tired, though his body had not aged more than 10 years in the last hundred.

‘I think I’m getting too old for this shit,’ was his last thought…

…before he stepped into the path of an oncoming bus.

When Tanya awoke that morning, she was alone, in the front seat of the bus, directly behind the driver. All of the other passengers had already gone, including the ever-smiling Sidney Wickington.

As she began to rise from her seat, Mr. Greene rose from where he was sitting, looking more than a little relieved. “Mr. Wickington said I should stay here with you until you woke up, to make sure you made it to your next stop okay.”

Tanya began to stretch, then stopped quickly. Apparently, she had already been stretched to her limit in at least one spot in her body.

Mr. Greene stood in front of her, holding her bag, trying not to appear eager to get her off his bus, and failing miserably. “Mr. Wickington told me to give you this when you woke up, but to tell you to read it when you were alone.”

She nodded her thanks as he handed her a folded note. Then, with nothing better to do, she walked down the stairs and out into the day.

Inside the bus depot, she walked over to the nearest bench and sat her bag down, inviting Mr. Greene to do the same with the one he was carrying. “I’ll be alright from here out, Mr. Greene. Thank you for looking after me.”

Mr. Greene looked at her with a bit of puzzlement in her eyes. “I don’t know why, missy…but I don’t believe I had any choice.” And he tipped his hat and hurried away.

Alone, she opened the note, handwritten by someone in an apparent hurry:

Tanya:

By the time you read this, I will have made my own choice, the first time I have had that luxury in nearly 100 years. I have enjoyed my time as a host and as a human…but, though I find the technological advances dizzying, I find myself doing the same things over and over. I am growing bored.

By luck or by chance, you have become the receptacle of my fate, my redemption – though not by your own choice. But, your spirit is strong, and you still have much to learn. In that, I envy you.

Take your time. Learn what you are and are not capable of doing. Listen to what the voices of experience will tell you. And always remember the primary rule.

Pass it on

S.Q. Wickington

She glanced at the note for a moment more, then balled it up and threw it over her shoulder.

She ignored the sounds of sirens as she took her bags and moved toward the cab stand.