The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was a funny thing, the environment and the cycles of nature began to affect my powers. I noticed how the renewal of the lunar period made me more and more active in how I used them. Silly little things really, causing the bank teller to think she was suddenly wearing damp panties. Getting the bandanna-toting tribe of young thugs in the record store to suddenly find Chris DeBurg’s singing to be rather attractive. Climbing into the dormitory at St. Boniface’s to surprise Amy... and the house parent on duty... <grin>

The night was warm; still, and fragrant with the clear smell of the cedars that surrounded the lawns at back of the school buildings. I had been watching TV. trying unsuccessfully to ignore the rising ache in my loins and eventually ventured out on the streets in a state of general arousal.

The night was quiet, no-one about to provide me with any ‘sport.’ Eventually, I found my footsteps had brought me to the Grounds of St. Boniface Catholic Girls school.

My gentle tendrils of thought probed the various sleeping minds in their dormitory beds and eventually I was able to make out Amy’s window on the second floor over to my left. The moon illuminated the area in a clean grey light and I sat in the low wall surrounding one of the planters letting her begin to feel my influence seep into her dreams.

Flashes of sexual arousal began to hit her mind as she dreamt. The familiar feelings of her sweet nectar oozing up from the depths of her pussy began to register.

I cast around for access to her room and noted the potential foot and hand holds on the old architecture. Then using a minor amount of assistance to enable me to keep my footing, I began to scale the wall.

The quiet was not broken as I slipped in through the open window. The silver light allowing me to see the hump of Amy’s young frame under the bed covers. I decided to take things a little quicker than I had previously imagined and carefully slipped out of my clothes to stand excited and erect at the foot of her bed.

Pulling the blankets up from the mattress, I ducked own and slipped like a snake up into the warm darkness of Amy’s bed. My weight held carefully off the mattress until I was ready to settle my head on the edged of her cool pillow.

The gently attractive aroma of her sex was heavy in the humid blackness and by the time I was all the way up and next to her, my rigid pole was nudging her smooth buttocks through the cotton pyjamas she was wearing.

Still not completely awake, she stirred only slightly as I laid my arm over her warm soft form and nuzzled the nape of her neck.

Not until I started to slip my fingers from the rise and fall of her warm chest to the dampness of her little crotch did she begin to stir and come awake with a gasp. I slid my other hand tightly across her mouth and stifled her scream.

Amy began to buck against me, not knowing who was behind her she fought hard to escape my grasp. I, of course, didn’t let on who I was and enjoyed the feeling of having her squirm against my naked cock.

I began to push her pyjama bottoms down from around her hips and although she tried to stop me, my commands made sure she was ineffectual. She thrashed slowly, the breath coming ragged through her nose as she yelled into my hand.

The waistband of her pyjamas caught between the tip of my knob and the curve of she smooth bottom and I had to wriggle a little to allow the elastic to snap away and down below her cleft. Amy was waving her arms and legs in slow motion, like a beached turtle, panting and slowly twisting. I dived my fingers between her thighs and caught the end of my prick, guiding it towards the warmth of her wetness and began to roll my weight over her, letting my cock slip towards my goal.

As the bulbous head began to slip into her tight little hole, the frightened gurgles in her throat caused by my weight began to sound loud in the quietness of the small bedroom. I leaned my head next to hers and whispered into her ear.

“Keep quiet, you’ll wake the neighbours!”

The reaction to her recognition of my voice was immediate. Her little cunt suddenly bloomed around my shaft as she sought to push me deep inside her and the cries of fear turned to desperate pleas to greet me properly.

I took my weight on my arms and leaned in heavily on her buttocks, allowing her no movement as I thrust up to my balls in the squelching morass of her slippery snatch. Then pulling out I proceeded to slam myself in and out of her hard enough to force little grunts and squeals from her mouth.

“Oh Christ!... Phil... that... feels... so... fucking... lovely!” she whispered in her low sultry voice.

I dipped down and nipped her ear, causing a major constriction in her cunt muscles and a dainty gasp from her throat.

The sensitive frenum of my cock was rubbing directly on the pillowy flesh in the front wall of her vulva and the engorged little bud of her clitoris was receiving regular strikes from my heavy ball sac as I pistoned into her. I could detect the beginning of her orgasm flickering out from her juvenile ‘G’ spot and sparkling around her clit. Her voice was lost as she buried her face into her pillow and let the sensations overtake her.

The emotional pressure of her cum, swept into me and I could feel the rush, almost like a blood transfusion. She lifted up to me and I rose to take her from behind, a fast-paced slap, slap, slap of my thighs against her bum taking her body into spasms.

She tried to milk the spunk out of my cock with almost peristaltic waves of her vaginal muscles but I simply didn’t want to fire. Eventually the feeling of being constantly filled with my flesh managed to give her another orgasm and then a few more little jitters as she continued to ride me down to a pleasant buzz.

I let my slippery penis, still rigid, plough up along the cleft of her buttocks over the sensitive little bead of her anus and leave a trail of her juice glittering in the moonlight. She twitched at the feeling and had to spin around underneath me, her face beaming up at me with happy greeting.

We sent ages, kissing and nibbling and kissing some more until a noise outside the room made us aware that the house parent patrol was on the way. Amy panicked somewhat, but I wasn’t about to leave the pleasure of her bed. And for that matter, I had better ideas.

Janet Simpson, the duty house parent that night, thought she could hear what sounded like one of the girls having a nightmare and was checking the rooms. Young Amy Robertson’s room seemed to be where the noise was coming from and so she gently turned the door handle to check inside.

As she stepped into the darkened room, it seemed to Janet that she herself might be having another of her occasional asthma attacks. The feeling that she was going to have difficulty breathing and the associated light-headedness, she stopped in the doorway. The room was warm although the window was slightly ajar, and there was a heady fragrance in the air that subtly reminded her of, something.

“Amy? are you OK?”

Amy turned over in bed, still half-asleep as far as Janet could tell, and told her in a sleepy voice that she had been having a strange dream.

The sound of Amy’s voice was always nice, Janet often liked to listen in on the music practices especially to hear the clear tones of Amy’s singing. This voice now held a low tone in her sleepiness that stirred a deep, pleasant urge in Janet’s insides.

I lay beside Amy, invisible to Janet and let the young woman subconsciously feel the stimulation that we both pulsed her way.

“Do need a drink of water Amy?” she asked, stepping closer. In the cool light of the huge moon, streaming in through the window, Janet saw how the young girl had kicked off the blankets and was laying exposed, the overlarge tee shirt revealing her naked buttocks, soft and smooth on the sheets. One leg cocked so that the girl lay elegantly on her side.

The image caused Janet to pause, the breath catching in her throat. She’d never before felt any such rush at the sight of any of her girls, indeed any girls at all. The few experiences she’d ever had of that feeling were undoubtedly heterosexual but here was something new.

Amy appeared to be drifting back of to sleep and nestled back on the pillow.

Janet knew she should retreat from the room and close the door, but there was that dizzying strangeness in her chest again. Her eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from the curves of the figure laid sleeping in front of her. She stepped closer.

Amy was almost giggling with anticipation, I whispered for her to calm down and wait.

“She’s coming closer!” she giggled, unbeknownst to the young woman who stood transfixed in the middle of the room. “She’s really getting the hots for me?”

I told her to wait and see, and caused Janet to see Amy Robertson turning languidly onto her back. Amy simply lay back and watched the enthralled woman, with an excited smile on her face.

Janet almost groaned with the arousal. She was shaking with the nervousness rushing through her. The breath in her mouth loudly carrying her heartbeat. But the images in her mind were not simply the view of the exposed girl in front of her. Janet began to wonder what it would be like to see a man fill the little, stretched vagina that was pulled open by Amy’s legs-akimbo position.

She thought of what Amy would be feeling, with some big, fat, hard cock sliding into her wet cunt.

The words slapped her with their strangeness, she didn’t use such language, ever; but she couldn’t help the thought of those splayed lips of Amy’s pussy, glistening with her juices as a thick veined penis pushed and pulled out of them. The hard points of her nipples, as a pair of big masculine hands pinched and moulded her pert tits. The wet tongues, wrestling together in wide-mouthed kisses.

Cunt, cock, juice, pump. Fuck.

Janet’s mind began to race and she found herself stepping closer to the bottom of the bed. Almost with desperation, she recognised that it was her hand that was reaching forward to touch the young girl who was asleep in front of her. Her outstretched hand claw-like as she fought against her impulses.

At the moment of contact with Amy’s warm, long, smooth calf she admitted to herself that she was lost. The feelings overwhelmed her and her mind spiralled down to complete, wanton desire.

The dream continued as she found herself crawling onto the bed, her knees causing the mattress to creak and the depression making Amy’s body sway enticingly under her. She knew what it was like to be a man, covering a woman. A man, slowly easing his body over; her. A man, his prick waving menacingly between his muscular thighs, dripping pre-cum onto her spread leg. His weight beginning to hold her down. The pressure on her, making her helpless to refuse his entry into her waiting; cunt.

Janet had turned to lay next to Amy, mimicking her position. Her eyes were animated but not seeing anything but the dream I had put her into.

She was Amy. She saw herself from outside, felt the man cover her with his hard body. Janet was the man, his rampant cock bludgeoning into the puffed cushions of her own wet sex.

I began to rest heavily on her as she demanded a man should. Her breathing became laboured as the pressure on her ribs increased and her arms and legs made feeble attempts to remove me from her. Her head thrown to the side, exposing her long neck, the shell of her ear almost glowing with the blush of her arousal.

Amy’s hand slipped behind me and grasped my erection. I gasped my pleasure at her knowing contact and she guided me into Janet’s pulsing snatch.

Janet’s strangled cry of abandon came up from her toes. She felt herself split open as Amy would at the intrusion. She felt her cock sinking into the young girl’s body.

I began to move my hips, to push my pubic bone hard into her notch and then pull so far out that she could feel her vagina beginning to close together, only to be forced apart all over again as I pressed back in.

Amy was biting my neck as I lay over Janet. The saliva she produced, dripping in light threads down onto the woman’s cheek. I could feel the cooling wetness of her pussy as she ground her crotch against the back of my thigh and her hands were busy, smoothing and stoking us.

Amy slipped her fingers beside my cock into Janet’s wetness and stirred the pot. Eventually she withdrew her shining fingers and brought them up to tickle the sensitive pucker of my anus.

I lost it. The pressure of the long, slimy finger that she pushed into me, attacking the bump of my prostate brought the fire brigade to the front and I hosed my spunk into Janet’s spasming cunt with enough force to douse a furnace.

She came as two people; Amy and her man. The power was such that I felt the warmth of her pee as she leaked an ejaculation around the base of my knob.

I lifted off her and she subsided into a faint.

Amy spent long minutes taking advantage of her, licking her mouth and her breasts with glee, eventually dropping to suck the mixture from her leaking canal. Making sure she got every trace.

I took her again as Janet slept next to us and after cuddling, we dressed the house-parent and placed her at the doorway.

When Janet Simpson regained consciousness after her asthma attack, Amy was kneeling over her, a worried look on her face. Janet couldn’t shake the nagging feeling at the back of her mind that she and Amy were somehow accompanied by something, someone. She shook her head and sheepishly apologised to Amy for being so stupid to pass out like that. She felt she liked Amy very much. She’d had some sort of dream involving her; or something like that.

She couldn’t remember.

I kissed Amy good bye and left the way I had entered.

Such impishness seemed to make me stronger, I always felt a flush of energy with each emotional ‘escapade’ I caused. Even with the emotional hurt that still burned inside me, I found I could let the bright pain dull into the background as I found all the pleasure.

Once, I even caught myself forming an impish cackle but managed to stop myself, thank goodness! The idea of becoming some sort of Golum was not on my list of things to do.

The effects were quite addictive though. I found I improved my abilities and also the strength of my powers by using them, so more ‘innocent victims’ fell under my arbitrary control if for no other reason than I wanted to ‘stretch my wings.’ Chrissie looked up once from a book she was reading, that she’d got from the local library, and informed me that I was probably gifted with the skill of a nymph. “I always thought those were supposed to be females but apparently the term applies to males too. You get most of your power from the sexual energy you can make.” She looked through her eyebrows at me with a big grin, “Must make you pretty much the most powerful guy I have ever met!”

New moon on Sunday saw Christine, and Amy, and me sat at the end of the large table in the warm kitchen at Aiden and Aileen’s place. There were several others there too, all ageing farmers from the surrounding countryside. Aiden’s younger cousin, Bernard and his brother had also driven in from Newtonbrooke.

I was introduced to everyone and the general reaction was one of careful acceptance. I felt as if their respect was driven mostly out of fear so I tried my best to break the tension. Their sense of humour, however, was a little different to mine, so I think we all came to an unspoken agreement to get on with business.

It was a council of war. Aiden’s cousin, Bernard had many ideas for how we had to proceed and I was relieved the feel that they all took me to be an ally in the face of this dreadful enemy, rather than some monsterous hell spawn who was also to be battled. The first order of business was to get inside Shaw’s head office and uncover the place where his weapon was held. There was no way I would be able to get in using any form or magic, he would be waiting for just such an event. So it was down to real-world break-and-enter.

As if I should be surprised by these good old Irish lads, Bernard declared that he and his brother Tim had experience of that sort of work and so we should be able to at least get past the front guard and the surveillance system. I would have to come up with some plan to pass any barriers once inside.

Amy would have to stay at the farm so that she could be out of harm’s way and I would have to go with Chrissie and her two cousins who would form my backup.

Next afternoon saw the three of us in Bernard’s Jeep, going over the plans of the building. It was obvious that there were security cameras all over the place and so some sort of mundane entrance was going to be our best bet. Sure enough, the front lobby had a service door that lead to the mechanical room. I just had to get myself in there and I could get to the rest of the building.

Bernard and Devlin would have to provide the distraction.

Bernard just winked at me and told me to be waiting, he handed me the pretty professional looking box of electronics that was designed to get me past the cameras and went over again, the instructions for it’s use.

I climbed out of the vehicle and made my way across the street to the tall skyscraper that was Shaw’s headquarters. The plaza in front was dotted with office workers and shoppers, eating their lunches in the crisp Autumnal air. I walked directly across with as much of an air of someone who confidently knew what they were doing as I could muster. Inside, I was churning over with anxiety.

The large, open lobby was fronted by a massive glass wall and had the airy feel of an airport terminal. To one side, on my right, there was a small display set up, advertising the various facets of the Shaw group. The reception desk was manned by a uniformed security guard and off to the rear of that area was the security desk itself. The elevator shafts were immediately in front of me and to the left. I took the sheaf of papers out of the folder under my arm and scanned the information on the first sheet. Then I strode towards the elevator doors and pressed ‘up.’

The receptionist cast an eye over me as I walked past and then went back to what he was doing.

On the first floor, there was the stairs back down to the mechanical room and I would have to get there. The elevator doors opened onto the mezzanine and I looked over the balcony to the entrance lobby below. With security cameras watching the door to the stair well, I would have to be very lucky to slip through without the guards seeing me. I crossed my fingers and hoped Bernard and Devlin had something good planned.

The security guard was trying desperately not to watch the clock so badly. There was never anything to do on the front desk. No reading of books, no radio, just watching the office ‘Johnnies’ come in and go out. Even the occasional delivery was handled by guard on the tradesmen’s entrance. Never anything to get worked up about.

The first thing out of the ordinary he was aware of, was the sudden excessive noise of the revolving doors as someone pushed through them forcefully. He looked up to see the two large figures, both crammed into the same door space, come staggering through giggling and shouting.

The bottle of sherry being waved about by the unshaven lout on the left was enough of a clue as to their state and sure enough, the bleary eyes of the big-faced guy who looked at him betrayed a pretty well-tanked couple of drinkers.

“Hey!” said Bernard, weaving towards the slightly less than impressed guard, “You got a place I can have a piss here?”

“We need a piss, real bad” slurred Tim, placing both his enormous hands on the desk top.

“Well, you can’t come in here” said the guard, puffing up his chest, “I’ll have to ask you two lads to leave now...”

The two drunks considered his demeanour for a moment or two and then pressed their case further. “Well, I’ll fuckin’ piss up against your fuckin’ desk then, you fuckin’ jumped up twat” said Bernard in as load a voice as he could manage. Everyone in the lobby had turned to watch the scene. The guard looked apprehensive, two big Irish drunks are a formidable sight. His hand disappeared beneath the countertop and in a couple of seconds, the door to the security office swung open and the other guard emerged to provide support.

As any right-minded person could foresee, the sudden flurry of violence visited upon the reception desk by the two enormous ‘drunks’ was precipitated by the arrogant arrival of yet another would-be policeman. When the insults gave way to punches, the security room emptied pretty quickly. The cameras were soon dealt with and no-one was at the control panel when the pictures flickered.

The time to get through the door was come. I turned by back on the fight below me and strode along the walkway. I turned the handle and quickly slipped through into the stairwell leading down to the mechanical room. The room had its own elevator to service the various equipment in the tall building and, after shrugging on a set of workmans’ overalls, I climbed into the car and sent myself up to the roof.

I assumed that the master of the house would be in the penthouse suite and I could get close enough to there by this route. As to how I was going to proceed after the elevator doors opened, I was still trying to figure...

The brushed steel doors slipped apart to reveal another mechanical room almost identical to the one in which I had started. There were metal shelving units against three of the walls and some cleaning equipment. Two large electrical units were installed to my left and the far wall held the large red exit door. I made my way there as swiftly as I could in the dim light from the inside of the elevator car.

I cracked open the door leading onto the corridor and peeked out. A heavily over-upholstered suite formed the lobby of the top-floor offices. Many suited people were walking to and from the various parts of the offices with businesslike efficiency. It was difficult to see which way would be best for me to go. Moreover, it was difficult to imagine how I could merge into that group without being uncovered.

I needed an escort.

I stood with my eye against the smallest crack I could make in the doorway and waited. Most of the walkers were either too far off to be able to get in contact with, or were too centred on the work they had to do. Eventually a suitable candidate approached. She was probably returning from the womens’ room and seemed a little more interested in whether her hands were dry than in anything else. She was going to walk directly past me so I quickly swung the door slightly open and poked my head out to confront her.

“Excuse me.” I began, “Could you help me in here for a couple of seconds?” I held in my hands a broom, the first object I could grab as a prop.

She looked up, startled and saw me stood in the half-light of the dark doorway.

“I think I have a problem in here..” I explained, looking theatrically behind the door. She stepped closer, frowning with curiosity.

As our eyes met, I allowed a quick pulse of control to worm its way into her and she stepped forward, more convinced of my credence, to see what it was that I was having problems with.

I shut the door behind her and we were alone in the light of the room’s single bulkhead lamp.

She looked puzzled, she knew something was amiss but my impulse onto her mind had made this seem a like good idea.

I suddenly decided to try to see what information she might be able to give me before we proceeded and sent out a few tendrils of command to investigate her mind. It certainly became very clear to me that there was no reason to hurry things, I could spend a little time having fun with this little cutie-puss. I could feel myself salivating as I began to feel my arousal rising.

Her name was Debbie and she worked in the accounts department. She was a bright-eyed young thing. Her tailored suit well-filled by a body that demonstrated athleticism and poise. I needed to make sure that I had her totally in my control and really needed to overpower any impulses she might have. I was pumped full of adrenaline and the need to get my powers lit was quite desperate. “Look at me, quickly!” I commanded and her eyes shot wide as her face snapped up to mine.

There was nothing subtle about how I muscled into her. Her pupils seemed to dilate to make it easier for her to allow the thick stream of my commands to flow into her body. With a deep-felt ‘Oooh..’ she sighed onto her knees in front of me and knelt there, her head tilted up to gaze at me. Her face was pale with fear at what she was being forced to do and I had her hold her hands together behind her neck so that she was in complete submission. I watched that look intensify as I slowly slid the zipper of my fly open and fished out the swollen pole of my cock.

Her lower jaw dropped open as if she was a marionette and I edged slowly forward until my blunt crown nudged against her shining white teeth and the wet pink tongue that hung across them to catch me. There was a wateriness about her eyes as I continued to slip the first couple of inches of my meat into the warmth of her mouth, the roof of her palette impeded any further progress. I reached my hand around her head and holding on to her shining fair hair, began to pull her face onto my penis in small, quick bobs.

She was snorting through her nose as the intrusion made it difficult to catch her breath through her mouth, her eyes were unable to focus on my face and so she continued to stare directly at the buckle of my belt as is loomed in and out of her eyesight.

I was allowing myself to fuck her face with abandon, her will slipped away like a drapery and as I began to feel the familiar tingling of my approaching orgasm, I took hold of her head in both hands and jammed myself deep into her throat.

Debbie’s eyes were bulging with the asphyxiation as I squirted wad after wad of cum into her distended throat.

Her weak gasp as I slipped back out was mixed with a gurgle as the fluids bubbled around in the back of her mouth. Her face was a mask of complete defeat.

I wasn’t finished though. It was a rush of pure lust that made me turn her around and have her place her hands on the ground and rise onto her hands and knees. I lifted her skirt up from the hem and rolled the tight material up her thighs. The sleek nylon clad beauty of her thighs were slowly revealed to me as were the cute pure white panties that held so closely around her pert ass and puffy pussy.

Using a mixture of my powers and simple brute force, I shredded the material of her underwear, ripping until the delicate folds of her downy-haired cunt were exposed to my grinning face.

She almost managed to gasp some sort of dissent, her head drooping between her arms. All I could hear was the roar of the blood pounding in my ears. I spat into the palm of my hand and slid it in between her thighs to moisten things a little. The dry folds of her pussy fell apart and I could see the darkness of the coral pink hole beneath. I knelt behind her and fed my hardness into her tight, gripping tunnel. She grunted with the intrusion and I gripped her at her flaring waist, sawing into her with forceful long thrusts. The natural fluids inside her began to lubricate us and I slid more and more easily as she bounced back and forth on me. I felt like I had been connected to the mains. The amount of exhilarating energy that pumped back into me was a fire behind my eyes. The complete power I had over the small woman beneath me was such an aphrodisiac... The coolness of a steam of spittle could be felt on my chin and my only desire was to show this little girl how much I could fuck her.

I was losing myself in this. The small voice of my conscience almost smothered in the back of my mind, was beginning to get through to the fore with warning bells. Something was amiss in this. I was luckily able to see that I was acting out of character. If I had not been practising on so many people, I might have missed the subtlety of the image. Debbie’s persona somehow had the wrong feel there was a sheen on her emotions that didn’t seem right. It was like a comparison between real life as an oil painting and hers as a laser print. It was as if she was a construct, designed to perform as one thing but be something else entirely underneath. My own reactions too, were shaped by something outside my own experience. Allowing my consciousness to feel at the limits of my powers, I could ‘see’ a growing film covering me, and everything around me. I stopped what I was doing, my cock still buried deep inside her cunt. I shook my head to clear some of the lustful impulses and took stock. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. We both held very still, me in concentration, she like a ruminating cow.

It was wrong, all of it. The whole environment was covered by a patina of something. It was over the room, her, me.

With an action that I can describe as using a mental fingernail, I tried an experimental scratch of the surface. Beginning with Debbie’s personality, I carefully looked for some sort of edge to worry. The surface was slick and flawless but as I neared the centre of her ‘self,’ something that I had become adept at finding in all my other lovers, I caught a glimpse of something that looked to be the pale shine of an ‘underneath.’

I let my probe slide into the crack to see what would happen.

It was like a balloon popping. The film of greasy oil that appeared to cover us suddenly ripped back. The release of the inner being that was the real Debbie caused the whole skin of the false personality to explode away from us.

Worse still, the person left behind was insane with fear. She began a constant screaming and struggled like some sort of animal. The noise in the small room was deafening and I couldn’t help

but fall over backwards in my surprise. Debbie was clawing at her own face, her clothes and then at me in a maniac fury. Her whole voice was one constant shriek of alarm.

The door flew open and a large figure was silhouetted against the light in the corridor. He closed the gap between us in one blink and in the next, hit me with something that turned out every one of the lights.