The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Huahine was battered by a storm. The small Mediterranean island lay directly in its path

Duke and his daughter went about quickly locking down the windows of their small house, built into the living rock of the island.

The front of the house appeared as an ordinary, if quaint dirt-stained house. It ran in deep into the mountain-side and went down to several other levels.

“I’m frightened, Daddy” Miranda called

“Don’t be” Duke smiled from his side of the room.

He rolled down a crank-handle and steel shutters moved into place.

Miranda did the shutters on her side

There was a crash

“What was that?” Miranda jumped

“I’ll go check” he said. The sound came from outside.

He went to the door and opened it and a gail of spray flew in against his face.

He decided to stay indoors and as he struggled to push the door back into place a sudden drop in the wind meant the door surged forward

He howled in pain as his thumb was caught. He screamed

“Daddy!” Miranda rushed to him concerned

“Help me close the door” he said as the wind picked up again

He closed it and locked it

He spun around, clutching his hand

“Let me see” she insisted

He relented

“Come” she said guiding him over to a couch

He opened his hand. It was clear his thumb was broken

She cupped her hands around his broken appendage and then a blue/white light radiated from the palms of her hand to the broken flesh

Immediately he was relieved as the pain washed away. Then as they both looked his thumb straightened itself out.

She released her hold. She fell back, gasping… it had tried her expending that energy.

He flexed his thumb and there was not even a bruise

“Well, well” he smiled

Then he noticed his daughter’s pallid face

“I need to get energy” she said

“Please, honey”

“You know I need it”

“But…” he groaned

“Daddy!” she said

“Yes, okay” he relented and he unzipped.

She reached under her dress and pulled her panties down…

Despite his wishes, his cock got hard almost instantly.

“Sit back” she said as she climbed on top of him

He sat back and she took hold of his cock and slid down onto him

“Oh, yesssssss” she sighed

“Please honey” he moaned “Make it quick”

“Hush” she gasped, it felt so good to hold him inside her.

She rose and sank, up and down on her father’s turgid cock.

“Oh, yessss” she gasped. Her clit extended and burned against his cock-flesh

“Oh, yesss! Dadaddeeeeee!” she moaned as her first orgasm rippled over her

“Fuck” she cried

“Oh fuck!” he gasped. His daughter’s pussy felt so good.

“Come in me Daddy” she whimpered

“Oh, honey” he gasped

“That’s it” she sighed as she felt him nearing “Feed me”

He bucked and jerked suddenly and shot his load into her

“Whhhheeeeeeeeeeeee!” she gasped as she rode him. She came too.

He grabbed one of her C-cup tits and squeezed

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted as his cock kept erupting inside her moist vagina

Her muscles clasped down onto him and began stroking him—her innards milked him of more and more sperm

And she kept orgasming

Finally she slowed down.

She looked at her father. He was unconscious.

She could have drained him and taken all his energy…. if she wanted to

But of course she didn’t. She loved her daddy. She picked up his legs and swung him around so he was lying and she rolled him onto his side

She got down on her knees “I love you Daddy” she whispered to his slumbering face. She kissed him with a gentle peck on the forehead. “You look wearily”.

She looked at his cock, dripping. She bent over and licked the cum off the tip. She took his limp cock into her mouth and drank down the flavours.

“And I especially love this” she smiled and wagged it a little playfully before putting it in his pants carefully and doing up his zipper. She almost cried at tasting his cock. She loved cock. “I am a fool

To weep at what I am glad of.” she thought to herself.

She felt alive. His energy coursing through her veins. She skipped and went down to the radio room.

She turned on the radio and turned into the local weather report. Radio24 had endless chatter.

She sat back in her favourite arm chair to listen to the voices. As she did she slid her hand between her legs and touched herself as she imagined what those people looked like.

Bruno Alamonti was a particular husky sounding radio voice. She slid her finger inside herself, imagining he was penetrating her. She pushed all her fingers in, feeling the inside of her vagina. Her introitus stretching to take her hand

And she felt her own vagina clamp down on her hand and start trembling—like it was sucking on it, sucking on her hand, holding it there as if sucking on a cock, milking it

She giggled. She was not able to remove her own hand till her orgasm came and went, and released her.

“Oh, Bruno” she whimpered, thinking of what she could do to him.

She had never had another man other than her daddy.

She had never seen another man… not for a long time.

Her father had taken her to the island when she was seven… when she started exhibiting the alien genes her mother had given her.

At that time a rabid dog had run towards her but her mind reached out and stopped it. The dog fell over to one side and died. Her father had witnessed it. He had rushed down to grab her and carry her back into their house before anyone else noticed what had happened.

And then two nights later they set out on a boat the island

In the intervening elven years she had lived her life in total isolation.

There was some monotony. Her eighteenth birthday, like all her other birthdays, was something to look forward to, and three days ago, her father didn’t disappoint. He always managed to keep things fresh, at just the right moment.

Miranda’s hairless vagina closed like a mouth shutting tight. She straightened her dress out and remembered to go put more panties on.

Her daddy insisted she dress like a normal girl. She would have preferred to run naked.

The following morning Duke was studying a map as the radio told of the track of the storm. He followed its path even though it had passed them by

Miranda was out, exploring. It fascinated her. The sun was hot and bright, but the ground was cool and wet—saturated.

A great amount of foliage was torn and lying about as witness to the havoc the storm had caused.

Miranda made her way down to the small bay. The small bay had a long name—Baia dei contrabbandieri. It had been called that since the 1700s. For a thousand years before that it was known as Baia dei musulmani, after the famous Corsair pirates had come ashore and conquered the island. They had held it for four hundred years till Tancred the Norman had captured the island. He had then handed it to the Pope but it was never fully controlled by any authority till the modern era.

And the small path she took had the grand name strada dei Re

- from the time of the Caesars when they occasionally used the island as a playground. In fact it was under the Emperor Phillip that the excavations began that now made Miranda’s house.

She was well-read. She was well educated. Her father had seen to it—if only to keep her in a routine and to pass the time. She spoke English, Italian, French, Spanish, and the less-used Ligurian. She could read Latin, and Occitan.

She could play the piano, but preferred the harpsichord

Miranda went down to the beach and drew off her clothes before she even got there. She loved to swim ‘nuda’.

With her dress and blouse over her shoulders she skipped down to the course sand.

Then she saw the boat. It was well aground.

It had a huge hole running along the starboard side.

She stopped where she was unsure of what to make of it

The boat had the words “S. S. Minnow” painted on the bow.

She thought of calling her dad. She turned and concentrating sought out his mind. She could have compelled him to come, but he was her father and he rushed to come to her aid.

She turned back to the boat, still using her mind-power and she picked up a blip

It took her by surprise to find another mind.

She concentrated and found it—a mind—in an unconscious state

She rushed forward, curious.

A woman lay face down in the sand. Miranda stopped. Seeing another person was a bit of a shock

“Miranda!” came her dad’s voice

She looked up to see him leaping down towards the beach

She concentrated and invaded the woman’s mind. “Anne” she found a name.

She took the woman and rolled her over. Instinctively she squatted over the woman and then pressed her vagina against the woman’s face

“Miranda” her father called catching up with her.

He saw her sink down, pressing hard against the woman’s face

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t interfere” she snarled at him. She thought “Why speaks my father so ungently?” She could not understand why he would interfere in what felt so natural to her.

It felt good, feeling the woman’s face pushed into her. She opened up ver her and pressed down.

The woman’s mouth opened and she drank down Miranda’s juices

She was still asleep—in part—but Miranda was also controlling her, and so Anne drank.

Miranda then rose up off of her

“What did you do to her?”

“Look” Miranda smiled

The woman’s eyes opened and she sat up.

“You obey me”

“Yes, mistress” Anne said “I obey you”

“What did you do?”

“I … I made her mine…”

“How?”

“I don’t know.. it just… well it just came to me…”

“You didn’t know …?”

“It just seemed that I had to do it… “ Miranda smiled

“What is your name?” he asked

She looked at him but said nothing

“You can tell him” Miranda said

Anne had waited for permission.

“Her name’s Anne” she said for her anyway.

“Are you.. alone?”

“No” she said “There were two others…”

Miranda turned around and searched out their minds

She found them—a man and a woman. She raced towards where she sensed the man.

She came across a young olive-skinned man lying on his side

Duke looked still at Anne and noticed her eyes were clear white.

She looked at him as if he didn’t exist.

He decided to race on after his daughter

He found her pulling the man’s pants off

“What are you doing?” Duke gasped

“I want him inside me…” she gasped. She almost drooled hungrily

Duke went to grab her “You can’t…” he began

She turned on him and her eyes bore into him

He screamed in pain clutching his head.

Suddenly Anne grabbed him from behind. She was immensely strong.

Miranda turned back to the man and as soon as she did Duke’s pain was gone—but now Anne held him firm

“Do not interfere with the mistress” she warned. Her nails dug into his shoulder.

He could only watch as his daughter freed the man’s cock from stained cotton underpants

She mounted him and as she rubbed herself against him he grew stiff. She lifted herself a little and then slid down onto him, taking his harness inside her opening.

She sighed, “Oh, yes” she gasped

She heard his mind—Antonio—she got his name

“Yes, Antonio” she sighed as she rode him

“What are you doing?” cried the other woman—Maria as she staggered upon them

“Anne?” she said “What’s going on”

“Do not interfere with the Mistress” Anne said

“Anne… what…?” Maria gasped seeing Anne’s eyes.

“Please… don’t interfere” Duke begged, “My daughter… she will…” he began when Anne crushed his shoulder more

He winced in pain.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Miranda gasped as she rode the buck’s thick cock.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Stop it!” Maria cried “Stop it, at once!”

Suddenly Miranda turned to her and Maria now grabbed her head in pain. “Please… nooooo” she screamed

Miranda turned back and kept humping Antonio and as soon as she did Maria’s head stopped smarting

“I’m coming!” Miranda cried….

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she gasped and came and her vagina started milking Antonio of come.

She rode him and sucked as much sperm from him as she could.

She rose up off of him and her large vagina closed tightly.

“What are you?” Maria cried

Suddenly Miranda grabbed her abdomen. “Oh, fuck” she cried in pain as her stomach suddenly inflated.

She took a few steps forward and then fell to the ground, onto her knees. Her legs apart

“Ohhhhh…owww…. ohhh” she moaned and her vagina opened and she pushed out a large dark rubbery egg.

“What are you?” Maria now cried again.

Miranda picked up the egg and moved towards Maria.

“What are you doing?” Maria screamed

“Don’t do this!” Duke cried

Suddenly Anne heaved at his shoulder “You will not interfere with the Mistress” she said and dragged him kicking and punching away.

“What are you ….?” Maria cried

Suddenly she felt this searing pain in her head. She realised her eyes were fixed on Miranda’s

She closed her eyes and the pain dissipated but then when Miranda opened her legs she had to open her eyes again to see what was happening

The egg throbbed as Miranda placed it between Maria’s thighs

“No, wait!” Maria cried

Miranda pushed it against Maria’s vagina and it opened her up

She cried both in horror and pain

She couldn’t get up or move as Miranda’s eyes caught hers again

“Please” she begged “Don’t do this”

And the rubbery egg was pushed up into her….

The rescue helicopter lifted up off the beach. Inside was a PVC body-bag containing the body of Antonio Peligrini.

With him were the three women rescued… a heavily pregnant Maria Alonso, and her young companion Miranda Milan. There was also Anne Verde—who appeared to have an eye injury as she wore heavy glasses.

The chopper flew towards the Anteo

Miranda watched out the window and she could see her dad watching from the trees. She could read the sadness and regret in his thoughts.

She turned to Maria and saw the bulge in her stomach move. She smiled.

Maria was in shock. She wished she could die, rather than carry that ‘thing’ inside her… that Miranda had forced into her. But the egg inside her was attached to her and it spoke to her.

She looked at Miranda. Miranda smiled. Maria was unable to talk. The creature nestled inside her wouldn’t allow it

To the rescuers she appeared in shock

A paramedic had drawn up a saline line and fed it into her arm.

Anne took Miranda’s hand and squeezed it gently as they were ‘rescued’.

What horrors was Miranda going to unleash onto the world…?

And Maria could do nothing but play the part she had been made to bear. Who had, no doubt, some ignoble creature in her. “Good wombs have borne bad sons” she thought to herself.

And she felt it again move inside her.

Miranda smiled at the two she now controlled.