The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1930

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Connors asked

“I should be” George said

“This is your last chance…”

Connors stood in the small launch, Rogers, Smith and Caruthers sat at their oars.

Connors was concerned.

They’d gotten to know young George Sanders on the long trip south from Portsmouth.

Coming to the island, finding it in the state they had it was clear that something had happened.

The previous station crew was gone. Two missing men.

The lighthouse was still operational, but the radio had been smashed.

The small sturdy stone house adjacent had looked like it had been ransacked.

George Sanders had come to replace one of the missing men.

He’d brought a newer radio, and several other boxes of equipment, and a large bag combining his own personal items.

Connors had radioed back to the ship and asked the captain for instructions

The captain had suggested that George return to the ship

George was there to do a job. He was being well-paid

He was fresh from Edinburgh University and this job was necessary to start his career in the sciences.

George would not abandon a post he’d just arrived at

He stood firm on the rickety small jetty at Parson’s Cove.

He was asked one more time

He stood firm

Connors relented, took his oar and with the others in unison headed back to the ship

George was not sentimental and did not watch them return. Instead, he had work to do.

The men had been good enough to carry his equipment into the house.

He looked at the stores they had delivered. He nodded in silent acceptance that his year of isolation was about to begin.

First thing was to get the fire going.

The door suddenly rattled making George jump

He grabbed his Savage 99 rifle.”Damn” he said as he couldn’t see his ammo.

He took the gun into cradle carry and went to the door.

He opened the door and was hit by a gust of wind.

Stepping out, looking about he saw nothing. He could see the ship still at anchor, waiting to get up steam.

Parson’s Cove, and Surveyor’s Point also in view.

He turned and headed back to the door when he stopped as he saw a strange thing hanging from the door handle.

It looked like a string of skin as it flickered about in the wind.

He used the point of his rifle to draw it off and held it up in the air to better look at it.

It looked more and more like skin—except for the blue-green colour of it. If anything it reminded him of when preparing fish.

He did not notice the footprint in the mud in front of the door.

He flicked it away, went in and closed the door. He locked it.

He made himself dinner

The creature was bipedal, humanoid

Devoid of hair

Naked

Only about 5ft tall.

It had a light blue tone to its skin, except on the front where it became an off-white.

From a distance he could see the creature had hands, five digits, with an opposable thumb. But it was clear there was a thin skin between the fingers, like a webbing

As it rose up and turned about he could see a slit in its groin. He assumed it was a female opening though he was aware some male species had a protective sheath around their penis…. that was assuming it reproduced sexually.

It had a single auditory ossicle on each side of its head, the columella (lizard-like ears; holes in the side of the head).

In one hand it held a fish. It drew this to its mouth and tore into it’s raw flesh

He saw it had a flat chest; again making its sex hard to determine. Obviously it was not mammalian.

It consumed it all. Head, tail, bones. George could hear the crunching of bones

George had the presence of mind to look around. He could see no other creature like it.

But, in taking his eyes off of it he lost sight of it.

He rose to his feet to look

Suddenly the creature appeared on a rock above him.

He was surprised by it.

The creature opened its mouth as it titled its head back and let out a high pitch shrill.

Suddenly George found he could not move.

The creature leaped the 20feet down to him, landing on its small webbed feet

George felt like his entire body was stiff

He tried as hard as he could to move

The creature seemed to smile as it circled him, examining him.

It lifted its right hand and as George watched its nails extended out like claws

George thought the creature was going to cut him open. And, there was nothing he could do about it.

With a slash it tore his shirt open.

Buttons flying everywhere

He tried to move again but whatever the creature had done had total control over him

The creature took to his belt, only this time with more delicacy in its movements

The creature shrilled again and George fell to the ground. He realised after a second it had caught him and eased him onto his back

He didn’t know it, till he felt the creature touch him… but his cock was rock hard.

The creature straddled him and its slit opened like a mouth

It squatted down on him, taking him into its sex

George felt the most amazing sensation upon his cock. It was like soft bristles caressing his shaft

The creature opened so wife that its sex organ’s lips were down around the side of his body.

He couldn’t speak. But he said in his mind “Oh, yess…..”

And he came

It was the first time for him

The creature shrilled as he came

He wasn’t sure if it was normal, but his kept coming

The creature rose up off him quickly. He saw the yawning chasm of its sex, and it looked like a tongue was inside it, brushing against the walls of its sex

The thing closed over very quickly

It tossed its head back and gave a funny shrill again and suddenly he could move

He felt drained, and degreased

It was difficult to move his arms

He couldn’t even raise his head

It took a while to recuperate and by then the creature had moved on

It was a struggle to get to his hands and knees

His first attempt to his fee failed

Unsteady -as if drunk

He swayed as he stood

And then he saw the creature

Only then did he realise it was female… and that was because now its abdomen was swollen as if pregnant

“Noooo” he gasped in horror. Had he really inseminated it?

The creature turned to see him

“Argghhhh-gaaaa”it gurgled and moved over towards a crevice in the rocks

He stumbled after it to watch as she squatted

First one, then another then another egg pushed out of its sex-opening.

She birthed six. All the size of cricket balls

She made the same ‘statement’ at him again before springing off the lock ledge and into the ocean, leaving its deposits

He made his way over to them

He went to pick one up but it was cemented to the rock

He realised that this was to protect it from the elements.

It was getting dark and he made his way, slowly to his home. He sat down on his bed and began to shake. In another time he would have understood this as the effects after a trauma.

Instead he sat on his bed, drew the blankets up over his shoulders and shivered and shook.

He only managed to fall asleep around two in the morning. His body falling back slightly against the wall. He stayed there, almost still sitting up as he slept

He woke at one in the afternoon, having slept where he slumped

The first he did was he took a leak. And the wee was a reddish colour. He doubled over to examine himself. There were lumps on his flesh there and around his groin. Almost like little blisters

George grabbed his gun after doing his pants back up. He went out to where the eggs were

He was surprised to find each had grown, and as they had grown he could see the shape of the ‘baby’ inside each of them. The babies looked about the size of a four month old infant.

“This is an abomination!” he growled

He drew a gun up

Suddenly the female appeared.

She let out her shrill and his hands slumped to his sides, the gun falling harmlessly upon the ground.

He tried hard as he could to move but her siren song rendered him helpless

Soon she had him on the ground and she slid onto him

Again it was the most exquisite thing he had ever felt. Her body massaging his cock to completion.

It took longer for him to recover this time and when he did he went to the spot he’d gone to earlier; he found more eggs in place, five freshly laid.

“This is an abomination!” he said “This goes against God”. He was determined to destroy them

The gun was missing. His walk back to his house had been exhausting. He had so little energy left.

His eyes were blurry and he very much doubted he could have taken proper aim, even if standing right over his target

His return home also had involved at least one stop for rest.

At his home, no gun… what else could he do?

George searched for his diary. If anything was going to happen to him he needed to leave a message… a final warning would be his legacy.

Suddenly he heard the female cry

He went stiff

“Nooooo!” he thought to himself

But he stood, he went to the door… trying not to…

It seemed to smile as he approached

It gave a mewing sound—like a purring cat.

“Nooo… please God… give me strength” he prayed

It lay him down and was upon his erect cock.

“Nooo… ohh….. my God!” he gasped as he felt her thighs embrace

It rode him. His vision burred more. He could hear its shrill changing as it felt him come

He realised it was orgasming as it milked him of sperm

George found himself waking at sunrise… but what day was it?

He had dirt in his mouth, having slept hard with his face in the ground.

With an effort he struggled to his feet.

A part of him said to return home, lock himself in… anything but be this creatures slave in un-natural embrace

But he headed back to the nest site.

Even more eggs

And… one of the first ones was much much larger.

It throbbed slightly

He went to pick up a large rock, but he had no strength. Instead he picked up a smaller one, ready to bash the embryonic mass that throbbed before him.

He watched.

The thing began to tear

An arm pushed out of it

George realised another creature was being born

He raised his hand. “This has got to end” he said to himself.

Then the face… he saw it’s cold black blinking eyes… like the creature that tormented him

It saw his raised hand and it let out a shrill

“Nooooo!” he cried.

Suddenly his arm flung the rock back…. “My God!” he cried “Give me strength!”

The creature pushed its way out, tearing the mucous filled sack apart as it birthed

It rose up, a cord—perhaps an umbilicus—ran from the mess of the sack up through the slit between its legs

He watched as it pulled that cord from itself.

It howled

Obviously a painful act…

He turned to run when it gave the same shrill its mother had and he was fixed to the spot

“Please…. no more….” he cried as it lay him down and mounted hm

It felt just as amazing as the creature’s ‘vagina’ (in fact it only had one hole there between its legs) slid up and down over his cock.

“Please…..” he cried “No more….”

But it was exquisite. He came even more than before… as if that were possible

The creature laid its eggs at the same place and then dragged George’s lifeless body away.

By now another had been born. With their mother they consumed the remains

Connors lead the boat ashore. It had been a year since his last visit.

His party drew their weapons, unsure what to find, but knowing something was amiss.

The lack of radio contact said that.

Dozens of cold black eyes watched him from the water and the rocks.

“Well?” the captain radioed from his bridge

“We can’t find any signs of Sanders”

“Then return to the ship”

“Ah, well Captain…”

“What is it?”

“Blinkerson wants to remain ashore”

“Does he now?”

“He says he’s been paid to do a job and he’s going to live up to his end of the bargain…”

“Very well…”

Ernst Blinkerson stood on the small jetty by the lighthouse and waved the boat party as they made their way back to the ship….