The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Bedford, USA

Chloe was almost immediately bored with Bedford. She went to Bedford College to apply for a job—she had a Bachelor of Education and had done English as a Second Language course. She was qualified to teach English… She needed the job… not for the money but because she just needed something to do.

Fortunately she’d met Julie Bradstreet, also a new arrival, and a teacher there already who told her that there were some staff shortages. Julie had arranged for a debrief afterwards to find out how it all went…

Chloe had an impressive CV.

Roger… the principal was not impressed…

“I’d like to work… you know, part-time… as a teacher’s aid…” Chloe said. She was undercutting herself because she just wanted a job, any job. She was more qualified than the disdainful man opposite her.

“Um… and what does your husband think?” Roger asked…

“It’s not really up to him now is it…?”

“He’s your husband… the head of you….”

“Head of the family?” as she thought he meant….

“Well… yes, that too…”

“Look… I have qualifications…”

“I don’t doubt that Mrs FitzWilliams…”

“Chloe, please…,” she gently prompted him to be less formal…

“Mrs FitzWilliams… this Academy is one of the finest in the county…”

“Yes… that’s why I’ve come to you…”

“And… we… err…. We just don’t encourage married women to err…”

“You think I should stay at home?”

“Well, yes.. it’s your primary function…”

“My primary…?”

“Look, I can see you won’t be a good fit here…” he said…

“But….I…”

“Thank you, Mrs FitzWilliams…,” he said “I believe I have made my decision…”

“But…?”

“Please… leave…”

She rose up… There was no point arguing…

“So, how did it go?” Julie asked her when they met up.

“Disastrous…”

“Really?”

“Yes… I’m afraid they have no room for a married woman….”

“Ah, that’s a shame….,” Julie said as she sipped her coffee… “Still… there’s some real creeps there…”

“The staff?”

“Well, yes… them too… and… some of the boys…”

“Really?”

“Yes… you wouldn’t believe this story one submitted for my Creative Writing class…”

“Let me guess… women subservient to thier husbands?”

“Yes… actually…,” Julie gasped “How did you guess…”

“Seems to be a running theme here…”

“Oh… yeah…,” Julie snorted “But yeah.. this was really quite out there… the story I mean…”

“Do tell…”

“In it… so he imagined… the men killed their women and replaced them with clones…”

“Clones…?”

“Yes…”

“What for?”

“Oh, the clones had been mind-conditioned to be slaves to the men…”

“Really?”

“Yes…”

“That’s… that’s kinda creepy…”

“That’s what I thought…” Julie said… glad that someone else found the idea concerning….

“They bred the clones in special fast-growth tanks… and guess what…?”

“What?”

“What do you think they were all missing?”

“A belly-button?”

“Yes! But…? But how did you…?”

“It seems obvious….”

“It does?”

“Yes… if they’re not born of woman… then they’d be without belly-buttons…”

“Yes… I see…”

“Have a guess where there umbilicus was?”

“Let me guess.. the back of the neck?”

“No!”

“No?”

“No!” Julie said “But.. um… why did you guess there…?”

“I saw it in one of my dad’s old sci-fi collections… they bred soldiers… but they were derisively called ‘nipple-necks’”

“Really?” Julie snorted “That’s kinda funny….”

“So… tell me um… where was the connection?”

“Between their legs…”

“What?”

“Yeah”

“No way…!”

“Yes… in their… um… vaginas….”

“No, that’s so fucking nuts… ? How old was this boy?”

“Eighteen”

“Eighteen?”

“Yes… a senior…”

“Oh?”

“And… he said…and this is where it gets really creepy…”

“What?”

“He says he’s going to marry me…”

“No…way that’s fuck… ah-hem… sorry… that’s so gross….”

“Creeper!”

“Yes, I’ll say!”

Just then Beth the waitress came over to their table…And, she just stood there leering…

“Can I help you?” Julie asked.

“Are your husbands joining you?”

“Er…no….” Chloe said.

“Um… it’s just… you really should not be here then…”

“What?”

“Without your husbands…”

“I’m not even married.”

“Ewww…” Beth gasped…

“Well… we’re staying and enjoying our coffees…” Julie said.

“Very good coffees!” Chloe added.

“I’ll go speak to my husband…” Beth said…

“You do that!” Chloe laughed.

Beth turned around in a huff…

“What’s the matter with this place?” Chloe asked, leaning in to whisper…

“I’m getting creeped out by it…” Julie said “Moving here now seems a mistake…”

“Why did you move here?”

“They put an ad in… and it was very tempting… the pay is amazing…”

“An ad…”

“For single women who want to do nursing, teaching, etc… they paid for me to come here, boarded me till I got my own place… they even subsidise my expenses…”

“Well you know what they say… too good to be true…”

“I’m getting that feeling now…”

“Look… I’m going to go talk to this husband of Beth’s…”

“That would be Arthur…”

“Arthur, then…

Chloe got up and went over to the counter. She looked around and didn’t see anyone…

She turned and looked back at Julie and hugged.

Julie got up to join her…

It was then that Julie heard a noise…

They followed it…

“Fuck me! Fuck my ass!” the heard Beth moaning.

They looked around a corner to see Beth, still in her waitress uniform, but her dress hitched up

“Oh, yessss! Fuck me! Fuck me good!”

What was just as amazing is that Arthur looked like he was thirty years older than Beth.

They tried not to gasp in shock and headed back to their table…

“I don’t believe it!” Chloe gasped…

“He looked like he was in his fifties…!”

“Look… we should go…” Chloe said.

“Yeah… why not… I’m done…”

Chloe left her new friend and the coffee place.

Chloe recounted her day to her husband as they undressed for bed. Peter was not interested in a blow-by-blow description… and certainly not as he was winding down for the night.

Chloe climbed into bed.

He snuggled up behind her… other things on his mind

“Go on, please…,” Peter begged as he rolled against her on the bed.

“Nooo,” Chloe said annoyed. She was just not in the mood.

“Just a little poke…,” he said as he rolled up her nightie. Her white ass was still firm and he kissed it.

“Will you stop that!” she snapped.

He lay on her and nuzzled his cock in between her things, pressing into her hairy cunt.

“Get off of me!” he protested as he slid into her.

“Please honey…” he whimpered as he humped her.

“Get off!” she snapped again, bucking and throwing him off

He was determined and he got back onto her only his cock was pressing somewhere else.

“What are you doing?”

“Just let me try it…” he begged as he pressed against her anus.

“Noooooo!” she screamed in pain as he pushed into her asshole.

“Please…,” he begged trying to stay in her.

She bucked even more wildly and managed to leap up.

“You fucking sick dog!” she screamed.

“Honey…”

“Shut the fuck up!” she cried, furious he’d tried to butt-fuck her… “What in God’s name has got into you…? You sick fuck!”

“But honey…”

“No… that’s it…!” she said as he stood up holding his hands out to her

“What?”

“You can pack your shit up and go…”

“What?”

“Go…!”

“Please…”

“Get the fuck out of here…!” she screamed.

“Mom?” Liz cried running into the room.

Peter covered his cock.

Liz embraced her mom and looked at her dad with a filthy look—she didn’t know what he’d done—but she knew it must have been bad.

Peter was now resigned to going… he could not face down two angry women.

He picked up some clothe and made his way downstairs.

“What happened, mom?” Liz cried….

“I… I don’t want to talk about it…,” Chloe said and embraced her daughter for comfort as the sound of the car speeding off filled the night air….

The following day Ginger, the neighbour called in… quite early.

“Oh, hi…,” Ginger beamed. She always seemed well presented, and cheerful.

“What is it?” Chloe asked rather abruptly.

“I just came by to ask how you are?”

“How I am?”

“Yes…um… might I come in?”

“Uh… no…” Chloe said

“I…I don’t mean to pry… but I heard you had an argument with your husband…”

“I had an argument with him?” Chloe snorted.

“Yes…” Ginger chirped. “So… I thought… I thought I might be of some help… knowing about these sorts of things…”

“Arguing?”

“No… of course not, silly” she scoffed “I never argue with Frank…”

“Never?”

“No… of course not… whatever he says goes…”

“What?”

“Well he is my husband….” Ginger said “But I’m not here to talk about that.. I bought you some oil… and this… this applicator…” she said drawing out what looked like a turkey baster…

“What’s that for?”

“Can I be plain speaking…? I mean… we’re just girls here talking…”

“I do wish you’d get to the point…”

“This is for anal sex…”

“What?”

“Well… it… it might help you know… next time your husband wants to … you know…”

“You what now?”

“This oil… it helps ease entry… and this douche will clean you out and make it nice and pleasant for your husband when he mounts you..,”

“Are you on drugs?”

“No?” Ginger scoffed, not understanding the question…

“Well… there’s no way I’m letting him put anything up…” she began

“You have to accomodate your husbands needs and desires…” Ginger gasped incredulously… She just genuinely couldn’t understand why Chloe would even think of resisting her husband’s desires…

“Look… you can take your douche and shove it up YOUR ass…!”

“Oh, I have my own…,” Ginger said… still not able to comprehend Chloe’s meaning.

“Fuck off…,” Chloe said.

“What?”

“You can fuck off… if I can make myself perfectly clear…”

Chloe closed the door. She rang her sister Fiona about the really weird shit going on… and also about how Peter tried to force himself on her.

Peter didn’t come home the next night.

Chloe did begin to worry and she found out he’d joined the local men’s club.

She tried to get in contact with Julie but Julie didn’t answer.

A day later she went to Julie’s house. She was surprised when a young man opened the door, wearing his swimming pants…

“Yes?”

Chloe did a double take and checked the number on the door.

“Is this Julie’s house? Julie Bradstreet?”

“There’s a Julie here… but she’s now Julie Smith…” he said

“Huh?”

“I’m Trevor Smith… her husband…”

“What?”

The guy looked like he was ten years younger than Julie… surely he was still at school…

“But…?” she began.

“My wife’s in… if you want to speak with her…” he said

Chloe was again unsure if she was in the right place. “Come on in” he said “She’s out by the pool…”

“Um… yeah, okay…”

Chloe was surprised to see Julie lying naked, face down on a towel, on a banana chair….

“Julie?”

Julie looked up… she wore sunglasses on…

“Chloe!” she laughed “I’m so glad to see you…”

“What…? Um… Who is that?”

“That’s my husband…,” she smiled… “Trevor”

“Your husband?”

“Yes… I told you about him…”

“No… no you didn’t…”

“Yes… Yes, I did…,” she insisted… “He was one of my students…”

“You….? You married one of your students?”

“Yes…!” she laughed “He… he really just turned me… you see?”

“Um… no…”

As Julie sat up she grabbed her towel and held it over her stomach… which surprised Chloe as Julie didn’t seem to want to cover up anything else… and Julie as she opened her legs a little showed she was clean-shaven…

“This… this is all bit quick… I know…” Julie smiled….

“Quick?” Chloe gasped incredulously… “If he’s the same one you were talking about the other day… you said he was a creep…”

“Oh, that!” Julie said dismissively “That’s before I realised how happy he made me feel…”

“Really?”

“Yes… he… he invited me up to the Men’s Club and well.. the next day he proposed to me… and… and I accepted…” she said as she held out her wedding ring and showed off the gleaming rock…

“So is everything alright?” Trevor asked as he came back out to the pool

“Yes, darling!” Julie grinned and as she got up, she let the towel drop and she embraced him

Quite unashamedly she caressed him in front of Chloe.

Chloe noticed the smooth stomach of Julie’s… no belly-button.

It didn’t register at first…

“Look… I have to go…,” Chloe said, rising and excusing herself…

“If you must…,” Julie said, never taking her eyes off her young husband… She seemed obsessed with him

Chloe returned home. The house seemed quiet.

“Liza?” Chloe called as she went around from room to room.

Then she saw a note on the fridge door…

A note from her daughter “Dad’s taken me to the Men’s Club…”

Chloe was concerned.

Chloe rang her sister and told her to call the authorities if she’d not heard from her again in a day.

Chloe found her way to the men’s club.

Frank was at the door to greet her. “Come in, come in…,” he smiled.

She smiled politely and let him lead her in.

He lead her into a large study.

“Please… sit…” he said and he excused himself for a minute

She sat in a creaky old chair.

Chloe leant back on the chair as the left front leg wobbled…. it was old and Chloe felt it might break.

Frank returned.

“I… I know what you’re doing!” Chloe said…

“What?” he laughed…

Chloe proceeded to tell him the idea she had… which was very much wrong… except for the mind-control part.

Chloe thought that somehow the women were being brainwashed.

“You think you can get away with this?” Chloe gasped.

“Of course…,” Frank smiled

“I… I told my sister about you…, and….,”

“What of it…?” Frank said “In two hours ‘you’ will be ringing your sister telling her it was all a mistake and she should come here at once…”

“I would never do that!” Chloe gasped… “I would never betray my sister…”

“Your better will…”

“My…?” and then it dawned on her… they would kill her and replace her with a clone… exactly like her… only mind controlled…. conditioned to be absolutely submissive to … To? No! She thought of Peter… how could he do this…?

Just as she thought about this Julie walked into the room, slowly, behind Frank. Julie carried a gun…

For a moment Chloe didn’t want to say anything as… she suspected that maybe Julie was there to help her.

Frank seemed totally oblivious as Julie stepped quietly… even gracefully.

Chloe felt a warmth in her rise as she thought of Julie drawing a bead on Frank.

Then Julie stepped up beside Frank.

Frank turned to her.

“Ah, Julie?”

“Master?” she smiled.

“You’re here to dispose of Chloe…”

“Yes, Master” she said with a smile.

Suddenly Chloe felt a lunge of bile draw up into her throat.

“Julie… it’s me… Chloe!”

“Yes, I know…” Julie said and with her free hand she took hold of her shirt and drew it up from her mid-riff….

Chloe’s heart dropped as she saw the smoothness of Julie’s stomach… where a belly-button should have been.

“No…! What…? What did they do to you?”

“She is Julie’s better…,” Frank said.

“I am a better version of Julie…,” she smiled “Almost exact in every way… But… I know my purpose in life… is to serve men!”

“No.. they… they’re controlling your mind…”

“Yes, gods create and control their creation…” Julie smiled… “I worship men… and live only to serve them…”

“No…this can’t be….!” Chloe cried….

Julie raised the gun. “Your better will serve Peter with her mind, her body, and her soul…”

“Please… no… don’t do this…”

“She will be a better version of you!”

Just at that moment the chair leg broke and Chloe tumbled forward, as the back of the chair cracked from the smash of a bullet….

Without a thought Chloe rolled over behind a table and scurried away through the open doorway.

“Kill her!” was the simple command.

“Yes, Master” Julie said and turned and walked slowly, with grave purpose… after Chloe.

Chloe ran to the door but it was locked with a deadlock. She turned just as another shot ragout, grazing her shoulder.

“Don’t run…,” Julie called as Chloe, clasping her wound turned and ducked down the hall “I promise to make this as painless as possible…”

“Please… help!” Chloe cried desperately…. ”Somebody…? Help me!”

“Don’t worry…,” Julie called “Your better will be able to look after your husband as you never could”

Chloe thought again about her husband… never quite being able to grasp that he could be a part of this… and…. and …Liza… what about her?

Chloe picked up a lamp stand and smashed a window. She went to pry it open when she heard a creak, she looked, and ducked as Julie came again close to her.

Chloe found herself at the bottom of the stairs and she decided to go up… perhaps she could find an open window and jump back down…

She ran up and found a long hall. She tried a door and opened it and was immediately struck that the room was done up exactly as her lounge-room was done… a mock of it, but the fake walls not quite reaching the ceiling of the room they were build in.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she heard…

It was coming from the next room.

Chloe went to the door.

She was shocked.

There was her husband… sitting with his back to her in a large chair. And riding on top of him was Liza

“Oh daddy!” she moaned “Fuck me…!”

“What the fuck!?!” Chloe cried.

Liza turned around and looked at her… her eyes were totally black and featureless…

“My God!” Chloe cried as she realised it was a clone of her daughter…

Peter coughed and spluttered and pushed his daughter up off of his lap.

“Hi, mom!” Liza smiled and as she turned around, naked, shaven crotch… and flat stomach… showing she too was a clone…

“My God, Peter!” Chloe cried. “What the fuck have you done?”

And then she saw the naked legs lying on the floor, just protruding from behind the bed… their bed… or a mock-up of it.

“Liza!” she cried and as she went into the room when she realised that someone else was there, hidden previously from her view by the door….

Chloe turned and… like looking into a mirror she saw herself… standing there… totally black eyes, in a dilaphoenous gown that showed her belly-button free stomach, and like clone Liza, with a shaven pussy.

“Nooooo!” Chloe cried…

“Oh, mom…,” Liza said “You won’t be missed… New mom and I will look after Daddy better than you ever could…”

Just then Julie caught up…

Julie didn’t hesitate to take aim….

A day later Chloe wiped the sperm leaking from her ass. Her husband had just sodomised her and she enjoyed every moment of it. Her phone rang. She picked it up.

“Chloe?”

“Fiona?”

“Oh, thank God!” Fiona gasped “I… I hadn’t heard from you and I…I was going to call the police”

“Everything’s fine…,” Chloe laughed disarmingly…

“Fine?”

“Yes… fine…,” Chloe said as she sniffed the soiled tissue and then scrunched it up and threw it in the toilet….

“But… but you said… you…”

“Oh, that… !” Chloe laughed “It was just a silly misunderstanding…”

“A misunderstanding?”

“Yes..,” Chloe snorted as she drew off some more sheets of paper… there was a lot of sperm in her rectum…

“Yes… I… in fact… Peter and I would like to see you…”

“See me?”

“Yes… he’s going to send you the tickets… all expenses paid… we…we really would love you to come visit…”

“I… um….”

“Liza misses her favourite aunt…,” Chloe continued the disarming charm…

“I don’t…”

“Oh, please…,” Chloe said “You told me you needed a holiday… we’d love to see you…”

“If it’s not a bother…”

“No…,” Chloe smiled “You’re family…”

As Chloe said this she went over to the vanity, and putting the phone down, on speaker she opened a cupboard and took out a small container from behind the mirrored cabinet.

She closed the mirror and gazed at her black souless eyes…

“I’ll send you an e-mail…,” Chloe said as she took out the contact to put in her eyes to make them look ‘human’…..

“So you’ll come?” Chloe added as she put the first contact in.

“I would love to come and see you guys…”

“Great” Chloe said as she blinked and checked both her eyes now… looking just like a normal woman’s….

Chloe ended the conversation and went (still naked) downstairs to see Liza, also naked (except for a chef’s apron) cooking her dad breakfast.

“It’s done…,” Chloe said.

“What’s that?”

“My sister’s going to come…,”

“Oh, great” Peter smiled “I know just the man who wants to marry her…”

Chloe smiled as she sank to her knees before her husband-master, and took his cock…

“I love you so much…,” she whimpered.

“I love you too…” he said as she took him into her mouth…

As she sucked him he pulled her hair back and felt her soft skin… His daughter turned for a moment to watch. He smiled.

Chloe was so eager with her mouth. He knew she’d been sped-grown and as she grew she’d been implanted with thoughts of submission… she was born to be his slave… just like his daughter who now turned to serve up breakfast as Chloe continued to suck his cock

Fiona would be soon moving into town and getting married there… well… at least a better version of Fiona would be…