The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Thessalonica, Greece 1989

Father George held the demon at bay with his crucifix

Baal screamed in horror.

Agape, his teen daughter also screamed in horror “Leave us, Father!” she cried as she hung on to her demon lover. Baal was large, looming, muscular, naked—but still in human form. Agape had one arm on Baal’s massive cock. She loved it.

There were other women there too… seven of them. Not as lovers like Agape but mindless fuck-slaves.

“Be gone, back to hell…” the Orthodox priest commanded

Baal screamed again and suddenly his human form could contain him no more, it was as if his skin cracked. Light poured out of the cracks and the human remains—skin, bone, collapsed uselessly to the ground

The ‘spirit’ of the demon could not stay… it had no more anchor point to hold it to this world. It turned and left leaving the women it had raped, tortured, and enslaved to their own fate

“Noooo, please!” Agape cried, “Don’t leave me! Please… don’t leave me…” she whimpered

The priest went to his daughter, who was distraught, naked; a shivering wreck that she was “Seek forgiveness…” he said as he placed a hand on the back of her head

“Noooo” she sobbed, but her wailing had diminished. She was resigned to the fact that her lover had left her.

In the coming days reports came through to Athens of ‘mass hysteria’ in the north of the country. The news reported that there was a Communist attempt to poison the population. It was the official line of government that could not cope with the reality of a trans-dimensional incursion from hell

Things settled down to normal…

Parkview, Oregon 1989

Agape Petros walked along Highway 30. She walked slowly, clutching her heavily pregnant stomach.

Janet Walker drove a white Ford F350 Super Camper Special when she saw Agape. She drew alongside her.

“Can I help you?” she called across through the open passenger window

Agape opened the door “Would you mind giving me a lift?”

“Sure… where you headin’ ?”

“West” Agape said… “Portland”

“Hop in” Janet said, “But I can’t take you as far as Portland…”

“Thank you” Agape said as she closed the door.

Janet gave her a quick once-over. It was clear she was with child. And her accent …

“Where you from?” she asked

“Greece…”

“Greece?!?” Janet said as she checked for any traffic and pulled back onto the road…

“What are you doing way out here?

“I’m going to Portland”

“Yes… I mean… but why?”

“It is sad story” Agape said…. “When my father found out I was pregnant…. he tried to kill me…”

“Oh, my!” Janet gasped, “Tried to kill you?”

“Yes…” Agape said… “He hated my lover… and when he found out I carry his child…”

“So… what’s in Portland?”

“My brother Christos”

“Won’t your father just find out from your brother…?”

“No… Christos he no longer close to my father… he … how you say … homos…what is the word…?”

“Homosexual?”

“Nai!”

“No the word IS homosexual” Janet insisted

“My sorry… Nai… is ‘yes’ in my language”

“Ah…” Janet said “It sounds like ‘no’”

“Yes” Agape smiled.

They laughed

“You take me first to your house…”

“No… I…” Janet began.

Agape placed her hand on Janet’s. Janet turned to look at Agape

“You will take me to your house”

“Yes… I will take you to my house” Janet repeated

Agape let her go

“I…” Janet began trying to understand why she would invite the stranger over.

And so they drove the four miles to Janet’s house. The house was set back from the road

“You have farm!” Agape said

“Yes… a small one” Janet said as they bounced up the unsealed drive-way

Janet pulled up and they both got out. Agape looked over the single-storey wooden house. It looked old, but comfortable.

Janet invited her in

“Thank you” Agape said as she stepped purposely over the threshold.

“I need shower”

“Ah, yes, sure” Janet said and took her to the back where the shower was. You had to actually step out the back door and then into the shower room.

Janet explained that when the house was originally built it had no indoor plumbing and the bathroom was tacked on like an after-thought.

Agape began peeling her clothes off. Janet looked away, embarrassed. But she figured ‘Europeans” were more relaxed about public nudity.

Agape sang under the shower

Janet heard her from the kitchen as she prepared dinner.

Agape sang in Greek

Had Janet understood the words she would have been deeply concerned.

Agape sang of her perverted devotion to her demon lover. She sang about all the places he had defiled her, of the women she had helped him rape. It was a love song

Agape came inside with her towel wrapped around her, but opened at her belly; pregnant it popped out from under the towel

“Don’t you have anything else to wear?” Janet said almost dropping her carving knife

‘No” Agape said

“You can’t go around like that” Janet protested

Agape smiled and dropped the towel completely

“What are you doing?”

“We make love”

“I… what?”

“Take off your clothes”

“No… wait, what’s happening?” Janet cried as her hands went to work on her top. “What…? How are you doing this?”

“No more talk” Agape said and suddenly Janet’s mouth shut firm. She looked in horror at Agape who smiled.

Like all Greeks Agape was hairy. Her snatch was covered in dark fur. She had a thick growth under her arms—in her armpits.

She lead Janet, now naked, crying to the single bedroom

“You know how to eat my mouní” she asked as she lay Janet on the bed. Agape put a foot up on the bed, opening her legs showing her ‘mouni’—her pussy.

She smiled, climbing up onto the bed she rested her crinkled vagina lips onto Janet’s face. “Eat” she said

Janet’s tongue darted out and she tasted her tormenter’s sex. It was bitter. She gagged “Eat!” Agape said again and Janet had to tongue her again and again, despite her revulsion.

Agape smiled with delight. Her clit grew out, like a micro-penis that pushed into Janet’s mouth. Janet licked it

Agape soon came, shooting a clear fluid onto Janet’s face.

Agape groaned with delight as she rubbed her pussy over Janet.

In the morning Janet was in the corner, crying, trembling. She was cold, naked, and in shock.

Agape slept like the dead. With no conscience to bother her she had a restful sleep.

Agape fucked Janet again. “Please, not again” Janet begged—now allowed to speak. Agape laughed, but forced Janet to eat her again.

Then her water broke.

Agape knew it was time. She had hoped to get to Seattle, but this was something she could not control.

Janet helped; forced to.

Agape went into labour. Her contractions were strong, but having had her master’s cock inside her she was quite loose. And the baby came easily.

Janet bit through the umbilical cord.

“You are my little glykiá mou” (her ‘sweetie pie’) she smiled as she nursed the little boy. “I will call you Stavros”

“Doesn’t that mean cross?” Janet asked

“Ah, you know” Agape smiled. “But it also means… stake… I think you say”

Agape guided baby Stavros to her breast.

“You hungry” she smiled as the baby took to her teat.

There was a knock on the door.

Agape looked angrily “Who is that?”

Janet went to the window

“It’s Bob… my neighbour” Janet said. She told a half-truth. Bob Seger was her neighbour, but he was also the Sheriff

“You get rid of him” Agape said

“I’ll need to be dressed” Janet said

Agape merely nodded

Janet was able now to get dressed.

Agape continued to breast-feed her newborn, even as the after-birth slid out of her onto the bed.

Janet opened the door

“Janet!” Bob gasped, seeing her state.

“Bob, what can I do for you?”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes… I am alright” she said robotically

Bob fingered his weapon. He’d known Janet for years and it was clear everything was not alright.

“Can I come in?”

“No. Everything is alright” Janet said still in a monotone that was not normal

“I think I better” Bob said, drawing his gun

Bob stepped in past her and immediately his nose picked up some vile smells.

“Where is he?” Bob whispered, assuming a man was the problem

Janet’s eyes darted down the hall to her bedroom.

Bob signalled her to stay where she was. She couldn’t leave anyway, she’d tried that but Agape had told her not to escape and she could not get out the door.

But, now… she followed Bob down the hall

He crept down and then, kicked the bedroom door opened

He was perplexed

The smell, the scene of blood and goo, but a woman holding a baby, nursing it.

He didn’t know what to make of it. He had his weapon pointed

“Put that down” Agape said

Suddenly Bob bent down and laid the gun on the ground “What the heck?” he gasped as he stood back up

Janet was surprised too—but she ought not to have been. She knew Agape had some strange evil power.

But to see Bob give up his weapon so easily—and it also shocked Janet—because this had been her best hope of escape.

“Come in” Agape said

Bob stepped in

“What the heck?” he gasped again

“Janet!” Agape called

Janet came into the room “Take Stavros… I want to fuck this guy”

“What the hell’s happening here?” Bob cried

Agape rolled over and pulled the sheets back revealing her rear

“You put it in here…” she said, opening her ass cheeks

“What’s going on?”

“You fuck my asshole” Agape laughed

And… despite his protests, Bob began to undress

Janet held the baby and carried him back to the doorway

Bob mounted the bed, crying, protesting. His cock though—rock hard.

The smells were putrid

He pushed into her anus

As Janet stepped to the door she kicked the gun

Suddenly she had an idea.

Holding the baby in one hand she bent down and picked it up. She held it, hand wobbling.

She fired, grazing Bob, but hitting Agape square in the back of the head. Agape could torment them no more

Freed from her power Bob, wincing in pain, and clutching the graze pulled out of the woman’s backside

Janet looked down into the baby’s eyes. She giggled him a little and he smiled

“What the … is going on here?” Bob said, still unable to swear.

“She… she had some kind of control”

Bob grabbed his pants and quickly pulled them on

“Whose baby is that?” he asked

“It’s hers” Janet said holding the baby still

“We better send for the county social services” Bob said “And I’ve got to work out how to explain all this”

“Why are you going to call social services?” Janet asked

“The baby—it’s going to have to be put in care”

“Why?”

“Well… it’s obvious” Bob said as he tried to straighten himself out

“You’re going to take him?” Janet said

“Well… yes”

Janet life the gun and aimed it at Bob.

“Janet?” he gasped

She fired

Bob slumped backwards

“No one is taking my little glykiá mou” Janet cooed

“You still hungry?” she said as she went to the bed, sitting between the two dead people she opened her top… she began to lactate as she clasped Stavros to her breast

“No one is taking you away” she purred as he fed…