The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The dull thud of gunshots rang out below the mid-afternoon haze. The fog from the day before was finally lifting, and so were the spirits of a young man itching to test his mettle against a more than worthy foe.

Cory Pederson unbuttoned a worn leather scabbard and gently lifted out his only prized possession. Ol’ IKE (short for IKEA) was an early 1900s model of 1896 Swedish Mauser bolt action rifle that had seen better days. Cory had painstakingly tuned up the old bolt action rifle and modified it almost beyond the point of recognition. At the start of the tournament, all of the out-of-towners got a good laugh when Cory carried Ol’ IKE to the long-distance range. The locals just smiled knowingly and kept quiet. Before the weather turned sour the previous day, Cory and his Frankensteined rifle outshot almost everyone.

As Cory laid out his firearm and ammunition on the bench, his competition appeared.

“Heya!” She chirped. “I guess you are the reason I had to book my hotel room an extra night, huh?“

Cory turned to face the inquisitor. His eyes widened as the twenty-something petite autumn red-haired beauty confidently strode into the stall beside him. She wore a black leather jacket with dozens of competition patches and brand names sewn on all available real estate.

“Yes, ma’am!” He replied proudly. “You must be that famous girl everyone was talking about. Alice right? I’m Cory Pederson; nice to meet you.”

He held out his hand. She took off her leather glove to shake it. He noted she squeezed a bit harder than would typically be socially acceptable. He couldn’t help but respond in kind.

“Yep. Alice Cunningham, soon-to-be Olympic gold medalist, at your service,” She half-joked. “I’ve got to say, though… I didn’t anticipate having to do a tiebreaker against a guy shooting with an m1896 century-old dinosaur. Clearly, you’ve got at least some skill of your own.”

She knelt to unlock the heavy waterproof case holding her custom-made match rifle. Her muscles barely flexed as she deftly lifted the featherweight rifle and cleared it before setting it on the bench.

“Me and Ol’ IKE do ok. I couldn’t see a damn thing at 800 yards when the fog rolled in yesterday,” He said, then chuckled. “Had to bring the shot on target by sense of smell!”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure!” Alice laughed heartily. “You’re a regular pinball wizard, aren’t you.”

The two continued their repartee as they prepared their rifles and PPE to warm up before starting the tie-breaker.

“I’ll tell you what, miss Olympic,” Cory mocked. “Clearly, neither of us is interesting enough for any crowds to show up to watch our little tie-breaker. What do you say we bend the rules a bit? There’s a full-sized steel target way out there at 1000 yards… I know, I know, that’s a long way for a 50m women’s air rifle Olympic shooter…”

“You and your glorified musket are ON, Mr. Teddy Roosevelt,” she interrupted. “Highest hit rate out of 20-rounds wins… no warm-up, no sight-in shots, and we alternate shooting and spotting every other shot.”

The two negotiated the rules and flipped a coin to see who went first. Alice called it and took aim first. The shock from the muzzle of her precision rifle shook the rickety steel roof above them. After about two seconds, Cory spotted a cloud of dust through the spotter’s scope. “About 50 yards short, windage looks pretty good… for a girl,” he said deadpan.

“So my aim was perfect, for a guy. Is what you’re saying?” She joked back as she cycled the bolt for another shot.

The next shot rang out, and Cory was dumbfounded when a metallic ding resounded from the distance. “Damn good shot…” Cory said, impressed. “Uh, I mean, wow… you barely hit it.”

A smug grin grew on Alice’s face as she ejected the shell and flicked the safety switch. “Your turn! Let’s see what a country bumpkin with an antique can do. I bet you’ve never even heard of the Coriolis effect!”

With a harumph, Cory chambered a round. He knew Alice 100% had the upper hand in both skill and equipment, but he had spent every weekend for years shooting at the same 1000-yard target from the exact same position. He had the hold memorized. Right past the horizon was a tall cell phone tower. The blinking red light on the top was just visible above the berm behind the target. Cory’s aiming hold lined up almost perfectly with that blinking light depending on the wind. The Coriolis effect she teased him about didn’t really matter. The dynamic wind would greatly overshadow the 4″ or so of drift from the effect.

Cory held his breath and gingerly pulled the trigger. A deafening blast resonated through the entire range. Cory had created his own muzzle device after extensive experimentation and calculation. His design made for a very stable recoil, but it also made the rifle unreasonably loud and oddly dissonant sounding.

Cory cursed as his first shot fell right in front of the left leg of the target stand, sending a cloud of dust skyward. “Damn! Well, that’s ok; I’m sure you’re still very impressed.“

Cory awaited a witty reply to his prideful remark, but it didn’t come. Alice just stared into space. Her crimson hair danced in the breeze in counterpoint to her static body. Just as he was about to check on her, a shiver ran down her body. In an instant, she gasped and took a deep breath before continuing as if nothing happened. “Wow! I have to admit I’m impres… I mean, that was a pretty lucky first shot… still missed, though.” She said with complete normalcy.

Cory scratched his head and chalked up the whole event to her having extreme focus and not remembering him talking to her. He cycled the bolt and retook aim. His aim point shifted almost imperceptibly. At 1000 yards, Cory found aiming to be more of an art with diopter sights. It was a feeling more than anything else. He couldn’t consciously see the tiny change in aim he made, but his subconscious could feel it. With trust in his subconscious, he let another shot resound across the range.

A few seconds later, a solid gong rang out. ”Wellll, slap my ass and call me Sally,” Cory exclaimed with a southern drawl. “I never make that on the second shot!“

Once again, Cory observed Alice frozen, unmoving, and staring into the distance. Just like last time, she shivered and gasped for air. This time, however, she stood up and jogged to Cory’s stall. Before he could react, she swatted his ass and exclaimed, “Good shot, Sally! It’s my turn again, so say goodbye to the tie!”

Cory was dumbfounded. “You know that’s just an old southern saying, right?” He asked.

“What is?”

“Slap my ass and call me Sally.”

“What are you talking about?” She cocked her head in confusion.

“Why did you walk over her, slap my ass, and call me Sally?”

“I dunno, it seemed like the right thing to do. Besides, it looks like it had the unintended consequence of getting into your head,” Alice smirked evilly and winked. “Good luck getting your next shots on target now!”

Alice nailed the target with her next two shots while Cory carefully watched the muscles in her beautiful face. He noted that she never froze up or gasped like she did after he shot. Cory came across as a dumb country boy, but he was far from it. In fact, he had nearly finished getting a degree in Physics before his dad passed away unexpectedly and changed his life to a different course. Regardless, Cory didn’t really believe in coincidences, and Alice’s actions and responses were raising some red flags in his observant mind.

Cory cleared his mind and focused on the sounds around him. The barrage of booms and plinks from distant pistol range harmonized with the soft whisper of the westerly breeze as he centered himself back into the zone.

Another shot rang out, followed by a weak ping. He skimmed the edge of the target, but it still counted. Coy rapidly glanced at his competition and saw her familiar black stare. He steeled himself before making a much more crass comment than usual.

“I’ll bet it makes you hotter and hotter for me every time I make these shots.” He said with a nervous laugh.

He didn’t know Alice very well, but he doubted that such an accomplished woman would let that borderline harassing joke go unchallenged.

He quickly realized he was delightfully wrong, though. Like the previous two times, she shivered and gasped. This time, though, her gasp turned into almost a moan before her eyes shot to Cory and widened in surprise.

“G-great hit!” She stuttered slightly while looking him up and down appreciatively. “I guess getting into your head didn’t work!”

Cory smiled as the pretty redhead checked him out. Mild confusion spread across her face. Alice was a lesbian, but for the first time in her life, she was feeling a hint of heat for a man… and a farmer at that

Cory had pieced together part of what was happening to Alice but was still weakly denying it. He prided himself an observant person, and he knew Alice wasn’t physically attracted to him mere moments before. But he also knew that even if she were faking things, her eyes wouldn’t have dilated when they roamed his body. He stayed quiet and calmed his mind to make one more shot. His next planned comment would be outrageous enough to prove his silent hypothesis.

With pinpoint accuracy, Cory rang the steel one more time. He knew his hits mainly were pure luck, but he intended to ride that wave of luck as far as it could take him. As soon as he could, Cory turned and confirmed Alice was frozen again.

“Alice, you should strip off one piece of clothing for every shot I make…” he spoke shakily. “I’ve made three already… you should start at your top and work down.”

Cory’s knuckles were white as his nails dug into the particle board tabletop, awaiting Alice’s response. In less than two seconds, though, she shivered again and gasped. This time, her gasp faded into almost a moan. Another confusing flash of heat for Cory flashed through her body since he made another shot on target. The feeling was soon overshadowed by the obvious realization that she should have been stripping off an article of clothing for each shot Cory made on target.

“We’re tied again, Sally!” She chirped as she discarded her black leather jacket.

Cory slightly registered that she was still calling him Sally, but it didn’t really matter to him yet. His denial of the situation had just been crushed to dust beneath a jackhammer of impossibility. He watched in awe as Alice lifted her t-shirt and sports bra before tossing them aside shamelessly. Alice’s D-cup tits jiggled from their sudden freedom, and her nipples quickly hardened in the cool morning breeze.

“Hey! Eyes up here, Sally!” She said half-jokingly. She wasn’t mad, but she didn’t want him ogling at her tits, either. She couldn’t help but feel a little thrill when his eyes roamed her body, though. Despite her confusion about her sexual preferences, she had to admit she was feeling a little turned on. Cory was making quite an impression on her, for some reason unfathomable to her.

“S-sorry.” He quickly averted his eyes until she put the rifle back onto her shoulder.

Cory’s mind eventually settled, and he realized that, somehow, his rifle was putting Alice into some sort of unbelievably powerful trance. He’d shot the same gun beside dozens of other women, and none had reacted this way. The only difference he could immediately make out was her high-end passthrough hearing protection. Something about the headset, coupled with his gun’s unique sound, must have caused it somehow, he hypothesized.

As he was thinking thousands of thoughts per second, Alice took another shot. Cory didn’t see where the it went; he was too busy watching the recoil vibrate through Alice’s beautiful tits. The lack of a gong sound and the groan from his competitor made it clear she missed, though. Unfortunately, her second shot skimmed the bottom edge of the target and got her another point.

“Your turn!” She chirped. “I’ll bet you won’t get another piece of clothing off me this round.”

“I’ll take that bet.” He said while looking back towards the range entrance. It was unlikely that anyone would bother them for the next hour or so, but he wanted to make sure no one was coming. It would be hard to explain why his competitor was naked beside him.

Focus wasn’t as easy to find for Cory this time. He twitched slightly while pulling the trigger and sent his shot careening several yards off target. Despite the miss, Alice was still just as deeply entranced by his rifle’s sound.

“Stop calling me Sally…” Cory paused and scratched his head before nervously continuing. “You should call me… M-master. Uh… unless I tell you otherwise!” He rushed the last bit of instruction to right before she shivered and gasped.

“Oof! I guess my toplessness hurt your aim a bit, Master!” She teased after a sigh of relief. “Looks like this bet is going to be mine.“

Cory’s breath hitched, and he felt his cock harden even more than before. He’d never been called Master, by a woman before. Hell, he hadn’t even been with a woman in years. The rural area he lived in didn’t have much to choose from. Most of the single women in the area were either dumber than rocks or way too old for him. Anybody with a brain left the area for greener pastures. Only family ties brought people back.

“Ethics be damned,” Cory screamed internally. He was too horny, repressed, and excited to think things through. He knew this could easily be his only chance to live out something unique and fantastic. He’d never forgive himself if he let the opportunity fade away. His conscience gnawed at him, but it was far too weak. The greedy and logical side of him knew the unknown mechanism worked right then, and there was no guarantee it would ever work again. Cory decided he’d rather have to pick up the pieces from his mistakes and live with a little guilt than squander this possibly once-in-a-lifetime chance

With all his remaining focus, he aimed, fired, and once again missed the mark. It didn’t really matter, though.

“Alice, every shot I’ve taken and will take today hits the target,” He said confidently.

After shivering and gasping for air, the half-naked girl looked at Cory with wide eyes. “I can’t believe I bet against you. You can’t miss!” She exclaimed with astonishment. “And I owe you the rest of my clothes, I guess.”

In seconds, Alice’s tight jeans, cotton panties, and shoes found themselves puddled at her feet. She then casually sat her naked shapely ass down on the bench. With trained smoothness, she cycled her rifle for another shot while trying to push her growing arousal and attraction to Cory out of her head.

She rushed her shots just a bit and missed both of them. The cold breeze against her exposed body, combined with her inexplicable shifting sexuality, did not foster calm and collected shooting.

“Nobody makes every shot at this long of a range,” she said. “This isn’t over yet, Master!”

Cory felt relaxed and antsy at the same time. The pressure of competition was gone, but the petite naked beauty beside him was more of a temptress than he’d ever imagined. He wasn’t an overly sexual person in his adulthood. Over the years, he shifted his life away from the fast-paced app-based dating of the era and into complacency. Cory was content with the satisfaction of his own imagination. If he felt really lonely and had money to burn, there was always Nevada, he figured.

This situation was undoubtedly awakening demons within him that he didn’t know he had. He had always been dominant in his past relationships—especially in bed. None of his partners ever complained, but that’s only because he was good at tamping down his desires. Now faced with true dominance over an attractive woman, that filter, that buffer between his subconscious fantasies and self-control, was being ripped apart with each shot from his rifle.

Another shot reverberated through Cory and Alice’s souls. The bullet fell short by hundreds of yards. Cory wasn’t concerned about something as dull as precision aiming, though. He just pointed the rifle in a safe direction and tapped the trigger. His eyes were on his real target.

Alice’s face slackened, and her eyes grew dull the exact moment the shockwave from the muzzle blew over her lithe body. In response, Cory smiled and patted Ol’ IKE like an obedient puppy. Since he didn’t waste any seconds watching the target and listening for an impact, he knew he had about four extra seconds to burn before Alice recovered from her trancelike state. He intended to make the most of it.

“I’m the most attractive person you’ve ever seen or imagined,” he said with a shaky voice. “Everything about my body is perfect for you.”

Alice sucked in a desperate breath as her trance abruptly ended. Immediately, her eyes locked on Cory. She didn’t know how or why, but it felt like a flash bulb exploded in her vision. Alice compulsively began rubbing her thighs together. She accidentally let out a little moan before she stifled it and bit her lip. Somehow her view of Cory went from “below-average country bumpkin” to “gleaming Adonis.” She couldn’t explain it, but she knew without a doubt she wasn’t gay anymore. She rationalized that she hadn’t ever seen the right man until then.

“Uh… Umm, t-that was a really good shot,” she stuttered with star-struck eyes. “You’re going to miss the next one though… if you miss- I-I’ll make it… uh worth your while.”

“Ha! I see you’re trying to resort to bribes now!” Cory laughed heartily at her sudden change of tactics. “You’ve already lost cutie!”

Before the confused, lustful girl could retort, Cory loaded a new round and sent Alice back into a deep trance.

“You’ll let me do anything I want—especially when it involves you,” he excitedly affirmed. “It makes you happy when I do what I please.”

Alice shivered and gasped for oxygen once more. Another wave of heat went through her as she incorrectly perceived Cory, making another shot on target.

“Mmm, goooood shot,” Alice’s hand flew to her mouth when her voice came out a bit hornier sounding than she anticipated. “I’ve got to give credit where it’s due. You are in the zone, Master!”

Her competitive spirit was beginning to be buried by her lust. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him for very long. When she did manage to break her appreciative stare, she could still see his perfect body in her mind. She was already trying to think of an excuse to ask him out to lunch after the competition. The only thing holding her back was her drive to train for the Olympics. She knew she didn’t have room in her life for any distractions like friends, family, or lovers.

As Alice futilely tried to clear her mind and steady herself for another shot, she suddenly felt his warm hand caress her naked back. Startled, she turned her head. A gasp escaped her tightened lips as her shock faded into a warm smile. Cory boldly wrapped his arms around the nude redhead and grabbed her large, firm tits.

“Mmm, that feels… I-I mean, what are you doing?” She questioned half-heartedly.

“I wanted to touch you,” Cory whispered into her ear. “You don’t seem to mind… Besides, I know you want me to.”

Joy burst through Alice’s heart. Cory was doing what he pleased, and it made her so happy. Her smile beamed as he groped her unashamedly. Yesterday she would have found the mere thought of a guy groping her tits to be absolutely revolting; now, it felt normal and so right—at least when Cory did it.

“I-I do mmmm want you to do whatever you want… but I’m not s-straight, Master.” She struggled to speak as Cory played with her hard, pink nipples.

“Oh really?!” He asked with surprise as his right hand snaked down to her groin. Alice’s legs automatically spread to give him easier access to her rapidly moistening pussy. She gasped in pleasure as his finger caressed her folds. “Your pussy says otherwise, Alice. Maybe you were just waiting for me.“

Alice was too lost in pleasure and confusion to reply as Cory found her little clit. Her naked body melted into his arms for a moment, but then she recovered some of her senses. With a big smile on her face, she readied her rifle and tried to aim at the speck in the distance. Her body shook and shuddered in pleasure with Cory’s ministrations, but her mind told her that everything was perfectly normal. There was no reason why she couldn’t make the same precision shots she was famous for under these completely normal conditions. She had certainly shot thousands of times before while Cory did whatever he wanted elsewhere. She could do it again with him behind her and beat him.

Unsurprisingly, when her carefully aimed shot rang out, it was easily a quarter mile off target. While Alice readied for another perfectly normal long-range shot, Cory was enjoying the single most arousing moment of his life so far. He had freed his hard cock from his pants and was enjoying rubbing it against her firm buttocks while listening to the chorus of her stifled squeaks of pleasure. He couldn’t believe she was still trying to shoot while he fingered her relentlessly. He knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that she could hit the broad side of a barn under the current circumstances. His power over the unaware girl was intoxicating. He’d taken enough shots to get buzzed. Now, he had to know what it meant to be genuinely drunk on power.

The instant Alice’s second shot ricocheted off into the unknown, Cory raced back to his gun. Almost tripping over his trousers in the process. He opted to kick them off but left his briefs in place. He glanced to the empty field behind them again to confirm no one was around before haphazardly firing at the ground 100 yards out.

Alice was still recovering from the sudden loss of fingers in her pussy right at the edge of an orgasm when the muzzle blast washed through her mind again. Like before, her entire body froze in place, and her mind opened for Cory’s whims

“You aren’t a lesbian anymore. Your sexual orientation revolves around me!“Cory exclaimed while he rubbed himself. “You can still appreciate women that I find attractive, though.”

She shivered and gasped again. Her hands instantly caressed her aching head. Neural pathways were being rerouted and realigned. Every ounce of attraction she ever felt for another woman had to be redirected to Cory. He was the only outlet her mind recognized any longer.

Before she could recover from the shock of her sexuality being focused onto one sole individual, another blast of air and sound entranced her.

“You are… hmm… comprehensively and enthusiastically obedient to my every command and whim,” He growled. “Doing whatever I want gives you pleasure.”

Cory threw off his shirt and laid it on the bench while Alice gasped back into consciousness. She squeaked and bit her lip when she noticed the object of all of her attraction standing shirtless mere feet away from her. She moaned when he surprised her by removing his underwear. When his hard cock bounced free, she froze and admired it. Never in her life had she ever found the male genitalia to have any redeeming qualities. This cock was part of Cory, though, and by proxy, she was unbelievably attracted to it. She still had no current desire to have it inside of her. But that’s only because she’d never thought about it before.

“Alice, I want you to come over here and sit on my lap,” Cory commanded her.

“Uh… Okay!” She replied dumbly before hurrying to obey.

Cory guided the grey-eyed, compliant girl down onto his lap, facing towards him.

“Put your arms around me.” He ordered again.

She obeyed and melted into the intimate pose. Little tinges of pleasure filtered through her body as she continuously followed his instructions. The pleasure wasn’t orgasmic or anything, but it was almost enough to reduce her to a dumb, giggly bimbo in her current aroused and happy state… almost.

“Master, you… you are sooooo damn sexy… especially when you tell me what to do like this,” she chirped. “I’ve never been like this before, but it feels so natural with you.”

Her enthusiastic obliviousness was turning Cory on. The closeness of her body and the warmth of her breath was driving him mad with desire. He grabbed her bare porcelain ass and pulled it towards him. This move put her wet pussy hard against his cock. The pressure made both of them moan.

“That’s because, oh man, mmm… that’s because you were meant to obey me,” he moaned in her ear. “And before you comment on that… let me prove it to you. Alice, grind that cute pussy against my cock and make out with me passionately.”

Alice instantly obeyed. Her pleasure increased palpably from the added stimulation and further obedience. They both moaned while sharing the sexiest, sloppiest kiss of both of their lives. Alice rubbed her pussy against Cory’s cock while she writhed in pleasure and squeezed him tight. Cory felt her diamond-hard nipples tracing circles on his chest while she blew his mind with her lips.

“Wooooo, okay, okay. Give me a second…” Cory pleaded while catching his breath. “Don’t stop your hips though… and just gently kiss my neck for a minute.”

Once he caught his breath, her tender kisses on his neck gave him goosebumps.

“Alice, I want this all the time… I want all of you… Oh god, I want you to need this… need me forever.” He said with absolute candor as Alice’s hips edged him to near delirium. “You don’t care about the competition anymore, oh god, do you? You lost already… Just keep doing that… I’m going to make you my trophy.“

Cory carefully placed his rifle on his shoulder and pointed it in a safe direction. He still had enough mind to make sure he and his prize remained unharmed. He fired and set down the rifle. The sudden loss of her kisses and grinding hips was unfortunate but necessary.

“Your love for me is boundless and unwavering,” Cory said with his eyes glued to her hypnotized visage. “You need me… you were meant to be mine.”

Before she awoke from the trance, he backed his hips away until his cock met her wet opening. She was so relaxed, and his bare cock slipped in so easily. She shivered and gasped in time with his moan of satisfaction.

Still following her previous commands, she immediately started rocking her hips and kissing his neck again. Pure love like she’d never even imagined before washed down her body, mind, and soul with the force of a waterfall. The realization of her love for Cory was inexorably tied to the first time her pussy had ever been filled by a cock. Her one and only true love was doing what he wanted, fucking her. She’d never felt more joy than in that moment.

“M-master, I looove you… I love you so so so sooooo much! Oh god!” She rambled while enthusiastically fucking her lover. “Please, please let me be yours! Please, please.”

Cory enjoyed her cute begging and did nothing to stop it. Instead, he mustered up more strength and readied his rifle again.

Bang! The recoil resounded through their entwined bodies. The feeling was surprisingly pleasant for Cory, though unusual. Alice didn’t feel a thing, though; she just went back to sleep.

“You’re my personal slut—a closeted nympho always ready and eager to pleasure me but not too pushy about it. When I’m turned on, you will always be dripping wet and desperate, though.”

Cory barely finished his command when Alice jerked back into reality. The oversexed girl hyperventilated momentarily to recover her lost oxygen. Her pussy clenched and rippled with each rasping breath before redoubling the speed and force of her humping.

Cory’s heart was beating dangerously fast as his newly christened nympho tried to fuck both of their brains out. His mind was being assaulted by pleasure and endorphins far beyond anything he’d ever experienced before. Alice was even worse off. She mumbled her horny thoughts into Cory’s neck in between her desperate gasps of love, joy, and pleasure.

“your persssssonal ssssslut! L-love you mmmmmasterrrr… I-I neeeeeeeed you—need to be yoourrrrrs! I want you to dooooo what you want… I want to do anything for you.” She chanted endlessly.

They were both too overstimulated and frantic to orgasm. Before Cory passed out from clenching and tachycardia, he mustered up just enough willpower to order her to rest.

“Good god, girl…” he rasped between desperate breaths. “I… oh man… I never thought I’d fuck someone as hot as you, much less… make them into my adoring little slut…“

Alice gazed submissively up into Cory’s enchanting green eyes. She couldn’t believe she had found someone so mind-numbingly attractive. He was perfect in every way according to her reoriented ideals.

“Master, I feel the same! No one has everrrrr felt sooooo right. You’re a guy!!! I would have never… I was so so wrong! “She whined cutely. “I’ll be a good slut for you… god, I-I just want to do whatever you say and… and shower you with love and pleasure and…”

Cory interrupted the ecstatic girl. “Wait, Alice, I want to tell you something…” he stroked her silky hair, damp with sweat from her rapid fucking moments before. “You shouldn’t mind since everything I do makes you happy, and this is something I did to you.”

Cory spent a few minutes recounting how his rifle put her into a powerful suggestive state and all the commands he fed into her compliant mind. She smiled and nodded the entire time. She ever so slightly rocked her hips as he spoke to reassure him. He seemed embarrassed about his little daydream, she thought.

“Wow! That was hot, master,” she grinned and praised him. “That would be sooooo hot if your gun could trance me like that! I’d let you turn me into your perfect fantasy!”

“The story is tru… ah you know what, never mind…” Cory scratched his head in confusion before realizing she was likely incapable of fathoming the reality of her changes. He wasn’t sure why he wanted her to know anyway. Maybe one last tinge of guilt as he fished for confirmation that his wildly immoral alterations were somehow justified. He realized if he truly cared, he would have stopped well before turning her into his personal slut.

“Tell me this instead, Alice… if this story were true, what commands should I give you next, and why?”

“Hmm… answer a few of my questions first…” she said while absentmindedly rubbing her hands down his chest. “In your fantasy, you made sure I was completely and utterly sexually and romantically fixated on you, which I am, but regardless, where do you want that fixation to stem from? You want me wet and ready for sex at the drop of a coin. You want me to love you so much I can’t think straight. You want me to be obedient to your every whim and never question your actions… and most importantly, all of your commands were deliciously selfish and objectifying. You made me a nymphomaniac. That means I’m addicted to sex and everything related to sex. It means I’ll always want more. But then you limited my sexual outlets. You want me to be your personal slut; you want my sexuality to center only around you and sometimes the girls you like. You want me to be yours… So, what do you want me to be? your what?“

Cory was speechless as she tied together all of his desires and attempted to point him in the direction of his innermost fantasies.

“Let me help you a bit more,” she said as she traced her fingers down his muscular back. “You always included an adjective to give me extra pleasure with your commands. You made me eager, enthusiastic, and happy… doing whatever you want gives me pleasure. So you don’t want just a mind or body-controlled slave or a servant, do you?“

“N-no, I want more, Alice…”

“You want me to shiver in pleasure when you give me the slightest of glances?” Alice nibbled at his ear and moaned seductively.

“Mmm… god, yes.” He shivered as goosebumps covered his neck.

“You’d probably looooove to make me writhe in the ecstasy of an orgasm at your smallest whim. Maybe when you give me a wink or snap your fingers. Or are you more direct? Maybe you’ll just say CUM!” She faked an orgasm just to give him a little taste of what the real thing would be like.

Cory responded with a moan of desire. Alice didn’t need any other answer to know she’d hit the nail on the head once again. She took the forceful motion of his hands on her skinny waist as a command to start humping his perfect cock again. Her pussy had been screaming for this since he’d made her stop.

“You only talked about my pussy dripping for you, but you want me to be your mmmmm, your little nympho slut too. Wouldn’t a nymphomaniac slut want to suck you dry AND swallow every… single… time?

She took his hand and put his first two fingers in her mouth. Her tongue circled them, and she moaned and rolled her eyes back into her head in an exaggerated show of pleasure. In reality, she had no desire to suck cock, nor had she ever. Although, deep down, she knew it would make her happy if he commanded her to do it.

“Oh Alice… I’d want you to beg for me to use your mouth.”

“What else would you want me to beg for?” She hefted up her heavy tits and smirked.

His hands shot to her tits as he remembered he could grope and squeeze them however he wanted. “I’d make you beg me to fuck and play with these perfect tits.”

“Mmmm. What about my ass? You strike me as the thorough type… you’d want me to be desperate to bend over… mmmm, on all fours, annnnd wiggle my ass in excitement for you to take the one hole I’ve neverrrrr wanted anything inside.“

His cock twitched inside her pussy, and he had to squeeze the base of his shaft to keep from exploding. His subconscious knew he couldn’t lose his current frame of mind. If the post-nut clarity came through, it would ruin everything… “Oh my… god, you’re too… you’re so perfect Alice. I-I’ve never been into anal, but to see you just bend over and… I can see you looking over your shoulder, pleading for me to take everything.” He squeezed her perfect pert rear and closed his eyes to imagine the sight once more.

“You’ve got some control issues, don’t you, Masterrrr.” She purred teasingly, “That’s ok though… I kind of like it.”

“What about when we aren’t fucking, though,” she asked. “After all, you’re not a brainwashed nymphomaniac like I would be in your little fantasy. Would you want me to be a submissive little wifey from the golden age of women’s inequality? No, no, you don’t seem like the type for something so mundane. No, you’re the type that takes things to their farthest extremes and learns to live with the consequences… Besides, I already love and lust for you too much to ONLY be a little housewife even without this devious mind-controlling rifle.”

She stopped to passionately kiss her lover to make her point clear before continuing.

“Here are two more options that seem more your style… One…” she seductively purred into his ear. “You make My lust for you soooo overwhelming that my every move, every thought is centered around an inescapable need to seduce you and ensure that you will want to fuck me as much as possible. I’d imagine this version of me would be unable to hide her constant arousal, but she wouldn’t be pushy. She’d try to constantly seduce you with her actions instead. Let’s call this version of me a lust slave.“

Sweat poured down Cory’s face. He could have sworn he wasn’t mentally fucked up enough actually to want something like that. He had to accept that he didn’t know himself as well as he thought. Alice smirked as his desperation to cum inside her tight cunt became almost palpable.

“Mmmm, you liked that one, I see… but you should consider that you wouldn’t always be horny, Master. So here’s option Two: Let us call this version of me a love slave. I’ve got to admit it’s hard to imagine myself loving you more than I already do! You wouldn’t have to change much about me to make me your perfect love slave…” she paused to think deeply before grinning and continuing. “You’d have to change my love language a bit. My love language is giving and receiving physical touch. That’s not enough, though! Give me ALL of them and amp them up to the nth degree… I bet you’d like it if my words of affirmation were testament to worship. Oh! And be sure to adjust my Psyche a bit so that I won’t get depressed or pushy if you don’t give me affection for a little while. For a true love slave, it would be a one-way street. When you do give me affection of any kind, it would be akin to ecstasy. Also, for me to be a slave, I’d have to see myself as your property. Something tells me that doesn’t really bother you, though… even if you pretend it does.“

“Alice, you are quite the psychanolyzer, but I’m afraid you may be right! God, it’s so damn hot hearing you plan your own… fucking enslavement. I just need one more thing from you to make this perfect… for our roleplay, of course.” Cory and Alice both groaned as he forced himself to slip out of her absolutely soaked cunt.

He jogged over to his rifle case and grabbed his phone. His shiny wet cock bounced awkwardly in the shockingly cool air.

“I want to record you giving yourself the commands that I should hypnotize you with.” He excitedly said while pointing his camera at her gorgeous freckled face. “You’ve got to keep them short, though. Less than 10 seconds each. Just tell me when you’re ready.”

Alice smirked seductively. She loved the idea. Of course, she didn’t really have the ability to NOT love the idea. Cory wanted her to do it, and that, by definition, made her happy.

“Ready!” She exclaimed and waited for Cory to give her a thumbs up. “Uh, Alice, err me? Master, can we start over?”

“Sure! You don’t have to say your name or anything. Pretend you are talking to yourself in the mirror.” He gave her another thumbs up when he hit record.

“You’re an easy slut for Master; You’re simultaneously and equally horny for his cock, his fingers, or anything else he wants to use on or in ALL of your holes, your tits, and any other part of your body he takes an interest in.” She talked fast and barely made it under the time limit.

“Hit record again, Master, that one needs a little cleanup to tie it to my other supposed commands.” Cory obliged and signaled her to continue. ”Getting your ass, your tits, your mouth, or your pussy fucked, fingered, or pleasured in any way by Master feels equally amazing. All sexual stimulation from Master can easily make you orgasm.“

Alice motioned for one more recording to fine-tune the complex concept.

“When Master expresses a desire to sexually use or pleasure a specific part of you, you will become desperate to fulfill it. Your body and mind will instantly become fixated on submissively enticing him.”

“Good girl!” Cory accidentally let slip. He recognized she was trying to incorporate the language necessary to program the little scene of her wiggling her ass in desperation for him into her “role play.”

Alice smiled and laughed at his accidental indication that he was into girls with praise kinks. Before she could tease him about it, he gave her a thumbs up to record again.

“You will orgasm any time Master tells you, good girl,” she winked and smirked as she teasingly purred the praise he let slip. “If he winks, wolf whistles, or directly commands you to cum, you will as well.”

Cory nodded approvingly. Despite the cool breeze, his cock hadn’t flagged a bit. The fact she had no idea that she was brainwashing herself was hot enough to counteract the cold air. He asked if she was ready to continue, and she nodded excitedly.

“You’re Master’s love slave. Your love and obedience for Master are so extreme that you see yourself as his property. He owns you… mind, body, and soul.” She made the motion for “timeout” so she could continue under a new 10-second video. “Your love language for Master is an inflated combination of all 5 types. You will be content even if Master gives nothing in return. When he does show his love or so much as glance at you, it will fill you with ecstasy.”

“Woo! You barely eeked that one in on time.” Cory kissed her quickly as a reward. “We need one more thing, though. IF this were real, I’d need to protect myself from people finding out I brainwashed you… Also, I’d want to give you an exit clause to have a happy life if I pass away or something before you.”

A wind gust came through the range and blew Alice’s wild red hair over her teary eyes.

“That’s sweet… even if you weren’t a misogynistic, megalomaniac with a god complex,” she teased with absolutely no venom. “I do truly love you, Master… all of you. Hit record. I think I know how to word this.” Cory obliged and signaled her to begin.

“You will take care to protect Master and keep the non-socially acceptable portions of your relationship with him secret unless Master tells you otherwise…”

Cory interrupted to add, ”and you will call me Cory instead of Master in public unless I say differently.”

Alice looked at him confusedly. She didn’t consciously realize that calling him Master wasn’t normal. Regardless, she ignored it as part of his fantasy and waited for his next cue.

“Actually, Alice, I’ve got this one.” He said and then hit record. ”If I pass away, you will grieve peacefully and then go on with your life. You will find happiness, make friends, and live the best life you can.”

Alice pressed her curvy body into his and kissed him passionately. “So, do you want to play out your little fantasy now, love?”

He nodded and prepared enough rounds to apply all of her brainwashing. “Sit beside me so I can see your face, Alice.”

She obeyed and put her fancy hearing protection back on. “Master, can you remind me how I’m supposed to react when the shot hypnotizes me? You told me the trance is only 10 seconds, but how do I act it out?”

Cory simply readied his rifle and gave her a quick wink before firing. The instant the shockwave short-circuited her mind, Cory pressed play.

The recording played, she shivered and gasped, he shot again… repeat…repeat… repeat… He gave her no break in between. As much as he wanted to see each individual change to her psyche, he wanted to get her home to his bed worse.

After playing the last video, he finally let her fully wake up to her new life. She held her head in her hands while another headache temporarily took hold. Cory quickly unloaded his rifle and placed it back into its case.

“Are you ok, Alice?” He asked anxiously while running his fingers through her hair. “How do you feel?”

The sound of her lover’s voice broke through the temporary pain and rooted her back into reality. “I’ll be ok… just need a second, Master.”

The ache abated rapidly. The new suggestions successfully imprinted into her mind, though she had no idea anything was different. She only remembered her Master making several more hits on target. Each hit made her hotter and hotter for her Master, of course, but nothing else was amiss until her short headache. The sudden background desire to have Master play with and use every square inch of her body was utterly natural. Suddenly deciding she was Master’s submissive love slave and literal property? Completely understandable to her.

“Master, I feel good now!” She wrapped her arms around him. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t role-play the trance stuff… it’s just, so hot the way you always hit your mark… I think I lost focus a little!”

Cory groped her perfect tits again. This time, her reaction was electric. She mewled as pleasure and joy washed over her body. Her back arched. Her shoulders rolled back. She pushed her tits into his hands in desperation for his touch.

“Don’t worry about it, my sexy little thing.” He moaned while gazing into her pleading grey-blue eyes. “Let’s just make sure everything you were going to say is true now. Are you my good girl?“

Alice’s eyes closed, and her back arched beautifully as a small orgasm rushed through her body.“ohhhhhh yessssss. Yessss, I’m your good girl, Masterrr.“

Cory felt impossibly powerful. He let his hands wander to all of her naughty places. When his fingers found her soaked pussy she moaned whorishly, spread her toned legs, and gyrated her hips. When he traced his slick fingers up to her panting mouth, she nuzzled them and sucked them clean. When he grabbed her round ass, she bent over and pushed it into his hands. She needed to entice him to use her.

“Tell me more, Alice… before you met me today, you were a proud, accomplished marksman training to be an Olympic sharpshooter… Who are you now?”

She couldn’t find the strength to speak while her body was still getting used to the onslaught of ecstasy from her owner’s attention. Her eyes were wild and unfocused. Only cute squeaks of pleasure left her open mouth. Cory realized this and eased up on his possessive groping.

“Oh, Master I’m your slutty… obedient… love slave.” She moaned as she intently watched his body language. She caught his glance quickly shoot to her pussy. In response to his mere glance, she leaned back on one arm while her other hand sensuously massaged her clit. She needed him to know he could look, touch, and fuck her pussy. She wanted to entice him to indulge in his every desire. “I don’t care about the Olympics anymore! I just want to be your adoring little nympho… oh, Master, I need you to know how deeply I belong to you. I’m your property now, and I love you so so so much.“

Cory couldn’t wait any longer; he tackled Alice down onto the hard wooden bench and filled her sensitive pussy with his aching cock. She screamed in ecstasy and writhed beneath him as enticingly as possible. Comfort didn’t even register in her mind. Her only thoughts were ”be enticing…fulfill Master’s desires…so horny, so easy… nympho… obedient… submissive… I belong to Master… I love Master.”

Cory knew he wasn’t going to last very long this time. He’d have plenty of time to get better acquainted with her at home.

“I want you to beg me to fuck that tight little ass like you described earlier,” Cory growled.

Alice wasted no time obeying as soon as Cory slipped out of her pussy. She knew the hard concrete floor covered in spent shell casings would make him uncomfortable, so she changed the fantasy just a bit. Alice swayed her ass from side to as she walked up to a waist-high table. With a seductive look over her shoulder, she slowly bent over at her hips until her cheek rested against the cold table top. She spread her ass wide with both hands and wiggled cutely for him.

“Pleaaaase Master… please take my little ass. It’s never been touched… but god, I need you inside it sooooo bad. Please split your little slut in two… pretty please?!” She begged and whined.

Cory towered over his little slut. His cock lined up so nicely with her forbidden hole. He wanted so badly to take it. He had no lube, though and she needed to practice before she took his full girth.

“Good girl,” he praised her to trigger an orgasm. “As much as we both want it, we need to wait. Pretend I’m fucking your ass for now.“

He guided he up onto her tip-toes and lined his cock up with her dripping slit. She was still in the throes of orgasm when he filled her cunt up once again. She pulled her head back and squealed as her climax intensified. Cory fucked her tight pussy hard. All of his previously restrained dominance escaped its confines. The smack of skin on skin resounded with each thrust, along with an occasional slap onto her shapely rear. Alice was reduced to a moaning mess as he did whatever he wanted to her. Every smack on her ass, every pull on her hair, it all filled her with rapture. She felt loved, wanted, needed, owned, and deliciously used all at once.

“T-tell me you love me… mmm tell me to… to cum inside you!” Cory stuttered at the precipice of cumming.

“I love you! Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou! Mmm, pleaaaase cum! Cum in your little slut’s ass!!“

Cory tensed and bottomed his cock into her tight pussy as jolt after jolt of pleasure racked his body as he filled her spasming pussy with his seed. Alice exploded at the same time and drenched herself and her Master with her juices. ”Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She screamed almost incoherently.

Cory pulled out of Alice’s abused pussy and helped her up onto her shaky, twitching legs.

“We better get dressed and get everything… mmm… figured out.” He gasped for breath while anxiety about what he had done bubbled to the surface. “You’ll need to live with me, and we need to…”

“Shh shh.” Alice hushed him and kissed him sweetly. “Everything is perfect, Master. I live in a camper van and travel from competition to competition. Just tell me you want me to be your little stay-at-home love slave, and I’ll take care of everything! It will be so easy!“

Cory scratched his head and nodded ok. His guilt all but vanished when his new lover jumped into his arms and showered him with kisses and squeals of excitement.

“I’ve never been so happy! I’ll be perfect for you! I promise!”

The pair redressed, save for a few articles of Alice’s clothing, of course. Cory didn’t see a need for panties under her jeans or a shirt and bra under her half-zipped leather jacket. Alice didn’t see a point either. She had to be convinced to wear even that much.

“Are you sure, master?” She asked with a sly glint in her eyes. “My jacket is just long enough to cover my pussy! What if you want to touch me on the way to the car? These stupid jeans will be in the way!”

Cory just laughed and swatted her cute ass. They walked hand-in-hand to his truck.

“Don’t we need to go into the office and tell them you won the tiebreaker? You need to get your trophy, Master!” She said worryingly.

Cory looked over to the main office. Douglas, the range owner, was out smoking a cigarette on the porch.

“Look over there,” Cory said to Alice. “He’ll understand.”

Cory grabbed his love slave’s ass and pulled her into a quick passionate kiss, leaving her breathless and desperate for more once again. Sure enough, the older man shook his head and laughed. He gave Cory two thumbs up before limping back inside to mark Cory the winner.

“I think he understands. I already have my trophy.” He said with a wink. “You’re going to be a good trophy, aren’t you? Hmm, I bet you’ll never tease me or Ol’ IKE about our accuracy or the Coriolis effect again.”

Cory helped her keep walking through her small wink-induced orgasm. “Mmmmm, I’ll be the best trophy!” She exclaimed. “And no! No more teasing… but…“

“But what?”

“Master, it’s pronounced, Core-E-Oh-Lis effect… not Cory-Alice effect.”

“Ha! Is that so?” Cory laughed. “I’d say the Cory, Alice effect was much more important today.”

She just looked at him confusedly, which made him laugh even more.

“Come on, let’s take you to your new home.” He said while opening the door to his old pickup truck for her. “You’re going to show me what it really means to be a nymphomaniac under the effect of this Cory-Alice effect.“

“Oh yes, Master!” She placed her freckled hand on his bulge once he started the truck. “Do I have to wait until we get home?”