The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter two: A Tendril Orgy of Freedom

The summoner watched dumbfounded for a moment as the two tendriled beings slithered out his front door. He wasn’t expecting them to act so quickly, but off they went regardless. It took a full 5 seconds for Raine to realize how horribly wrong this could go. He dashed out the doorway after them, grabbing his keys along the way.

“Wait!” He called, struggling to keep up with the surprisingly agile creatures. “It’s 43 miles. We can take my car.”

The tendril amalgamations had no concept of a car, nor could they comprehend a single word that Raine Nocturnal spoke. They turned, not in answer to his words, but tasting his desire to lead them on this journey.

Less than 2 minutes later Raine shifted into gear, cruising south towards interstate 10.

Before long his mind began to drift into lustful thoughts about irresistible tendrils, coiling round as they thrust in and out of his hot and horny holes. He could practically feel them Thrusting inside his brain and fucking out all other thoughts. Deep down all he wanted was to just give in and let the tendrils fuck away every last thought until lust drunk thoughtlessness is all that remains.

He could feel the cravings growing ever stronger as a single probing tendril slowly wrapped around his thigh. It coiled round and round, binding his tender flesh whilst persistent thoughts of submission to thrusting tendrils seemed to Thrust deeper into his eager mind with every passing second. It felt so good to be mindfucked into submission like this. He almost let himself give in completely to the invading tendrils.

HONK!

Raine was startled into wakefulness as his car drifted into the next lane.

“No more touching or fucking while the car is moving!” Raine scolded, clutching the wheel. “We can’t afford an accident and we certainly do not want to get pulled over. But please feel free to keep telling me all those lovely things you want to do to me, just as long as you don’t impede my ability to focus on the road.”

The tendril creatures backed off after that, sensing his sudden fear and desire to stay alive. Not a single tendril tried to thrust itself into his tendril craving body for the rest of the short drive.

“So, uh, do you have names?” He asked, still quite unsure just what exactly was sitting in his passenger seat.

He had no way of knowing that his words held no meaning at all to the tendriled lustforms. His feeble mind could not understand that they did not live, not in the way that life forms live in the reality of human existence, but that they instead lusted much in the way that lustforms lust in their own chaotic reality. For all he knew they could understand, for he had no way of understanding that their minds could only speak in desires and lust. There was no way for him to know that they knew no more than his desire, to know more about the desirable tendril creatures.

When he began to feel an irresistible desire, to be bound completely by the larger coiling tendriled thing, he aptly decided that one was named Coil. Then when he felt the smaller one’s desire to be inside him squirming, writhing, he decided that one would be Squirm.

“I’ll call you Coil and Squirm,” he said, staying focused on the road. Then he let the silence linger for a while.

Meanwhile Coil and Squirm had their focus turned deep into the distracted warlock’s unguarded subconscious. They searched for hidden fetishes and desires that they could twist and coil their squirmy tendrils about.

Squirm found something there. Something marvelous and sexy, hidden deep deep down in Raine’s twisted subconscious. Something magical and transformative that it knew it could use to forever alter the warlock’s delightfully suggestible mind.

‘Desire me inside you’, the little lustform compelled, pressing upon a truly compelling desire. An irresistible thought pressed down, like a squirming tendril sliding in. That undeniable thought took hold and became a part of him, like another limb, a powerful squirming appendage writhing between his legs. He wanted it, knew deep inside that he needed it, craved it at the very core of his being, to combine with this lustful being, embracing it as a part of his body and his mind.

Meanwhile Coil implanted dozens of inescapable suggestions about how good it feels to feel dozens of seductive squirming tendrils coiling all around, tightly securing every limb into a helplessly bound position of tendril lust submission.

By the time they arrived, just under an hour later, Raine could hardly wait to feel tendrils thrusting inside him. He parked his car at the neighborhood Greedmart, in a dimly lit corner of the parking lot, where the other shoppers wouldn’t see his companions.

Then he leaned his seat back and nodded eagerly, knowing and sharing a shared desire to be filled with squirming tendrils deep inside. He relaxed and just gave in, as Coil wrapped around and around, binding his body to the seat and pressing sensually into his head.

Coil leapt at the chance to wrap it’s sensitive tendrils around and squeeze and tease every inch of flesh that it could touch. The tendriled creature couldn’t help but wrap around Raine’s luscious thighs, and around and around again, all the way down to his ticklish toes. It bound every bit of that beautiful body asserting its dominance and control. Then it squeezed tight, making Raine crave the helpless feeling of being bound and at the mercy of powerful slithering tendrils.

Meanwhile Squirm squirmed up and slid inside both of the eager holes between Raine’s legs. It THRUST it’s slithering tendrils in deep, asserting with pleasure and force that forceful tendrils thrusting deep inside force tendril craving sluts to crave submission to thrusting tendrils. It throbbed and vibrated deep inside of him, thrusting in lustfully irresistible desires, to just give in to the lustful thrusting tendrils as they fuck you into thoughtless lust drunk bliss.

Raine laid back and enjoyed the feeling as Squirm and Coil asserted his Master’s will upon his willing body. He gave into the desire that was being thrust upon him, to have Squirm inside his body, a part of him. Somehow he knew that he could bond with the creature, fuse and become one, that it could live inside him, a phallic extension of squirming lust. He wanted that oh so desperately, but had another intention first for the little tendril being.

The squirming tendril-filled warlock stared pointedly across the street, at an abandoned Greedmart which had been repurposed into a FROST detention center. Inside that facility they were cryogenically FREEZEING innocent people who were simply looking for a place to live.

The dictator and chief had promised to thaw them out when the scourge was finally cleaned from the land. That was a lie. There have been many lies since ENVY, Entertainment News Verified for You, established their monopoly as the world’s only news outlet.

There’s a reason why FROST operatives, whose job on paper is to ‘guide the excess populous safely into cryogenic sleep’, look and act a lot like trained soldiers at war.

The truth is they were sacrificing refugees to test out prototype cryogenic technology. The self entitled elites needed reliable hibernation pods for their inevitable voyage off our dying planet. These facilities gave them a perfect chance to test the pods en mass on people who didn’t matter in their eyes.

The facilities constantly suffer from plagues of accidents and unexpected side effects. But do they even attempt to thaw out the victims and release them before they die in there? No! They just deny and bury evidence, violating human rights because no one can stand up against them.

No more! Raine was ready to stand up and turn this dehumanizing detention center into a tendril fueled orgy of freedom.

First, a scouting mission was in order.

“Can you infiltrate that building without being noticed?” Raine asked with words that didn’t mean anything to his listeners. “I want you to listen to all their desires and report them back to me. Ignore the ones that whose biggest desire is to be free and safe. Focus on the others, the FROST operatives. And one last thing. If you find any who desire to help us free the prisoners, send them to me.”

Squirm alone strolled up to the building looking a lot like a stray cat. It kept to the shadows because it’s disguise would not stand up to scrutiny in the light. The front door was too well guarded and too well lit to sneak in through, but the tendriled creature had no need for doors. It squirmed in through a ventilation shaft, one tendril at a time through the metal grating.

Then it used the ventilation system to crawl around unnoticed. From there it could quietly travel about sensing the desires of those in the room around it. Squirm knew that Raine wanted it to gather information. It also knew that Raine wanted to tendril fuck the facility into submission. It planted the seeds of surrender as it slipped unseen through the drafty ventilation system.

So many inside desired only to be free, to be safe and with their loved ones once again. Squirm ignored those minds and focused instead on the ones with more perverse desires. It pushed its way into the twisted minds of those who would willingly work at such a place. Unsurprisingly most of them get off on the torture they inflict and the power and control their position grants them over others.

With every corrupted mind it entered, Squirm left a subtle writhing suggestion to crave lustful tendrils thrusting deeper inside. It implanted the thought with a subtle wondering ‘How would a powerful tendril feel, deep inside, asserting dominance and control? How mindlessly orgasmic would it feel to finally submit to a tendril fucking my eager mind apart?’

There were 54 FROST operatives working inside the awful facility. A staggering 32 of them fell prey to Squirm’s suggestion. Their minds would break, obediently, when the time was right. Only 1 operative in the entire facility had a redeemable desire, a brown skinned man made of muscle and grit.

Stoan Volatile desired to sneak a bag full of food and slender water bottles into the holding cells where recently captured prisoners waited to be put on ice. Legally those captives should have been iced or released within forty eight hours but many of them were held for weeks without due process or sustenance.

Stoan wanted to keep these poor prisoners alive and healthy. He also wanted to round up all the assholes complicit in this vile human rights violation and skull fuck them into decency. And now he wanted to do it coated and filled with writhing tendrils, overwhelming and binding and penetrating through the minds of anyone who stood in the way of his quest to free everyone trapped in these accursed facilities.

“This one will fulfill his desires,” Squirm decided as it delved down deeper into his mind with an irresistible desire. Soon the soon to be ex-FROST operative would have a chance to act on all of his desires.

The shifts changed promptly at nine minutes after the hour. It was easy for Stoan to slip inside with the others and to stealthily exchange his supplies for the empty bottles from the last trip. That room was not surveilled because they did not want any evidence of what went on within.

Stoan wasn’t technically supposed to be in there right then, but he’d befriended his fellow operatives. He casually set his bag down next a pair of waiting hands. A tired and frail looking young women quickly and stealthily reached through the cage to retrieve the vital supplies as he distracted the room with an anticipated question.

“Ey yo guys.” He got their attention, then asked. “I’m heading to Greedmart to get some supplies for the break room. Y’all want anything in here?”

They did, but these trivial desires seemed quite irrelevant compared to the insidious desire for a lustful tendril fucking which spread through the minds of the operatives as Squirm approached the room.

Stoan jotted down a list as his bag emptied out, and then he hurried off to the Greedmart.

He somehow knew that he wouldn’t make it there. He somehow knew that he would surrender to the desires of lustful tendrils before he made it halfway across the parking lot. He couldn’t believe those thoughts until it happened. Then he saw the tendriled beings from his lustful, vengeful daydreams.

“Holy shit it’s real,” He realized out loud, as Raine and the two tendriled lustforms stepped out from the shadows.

“Shhh” Raine hushed, “Your facility falls tonight. Everyone is going free. Are you on my side?”

“Y-yea- uh, I um, yesss, just having trouble comprehending.” Stoan stammered in reply, as he struggled to find words for the way the tendril creatures made him feel. “Just what exactly am I siding with?”

“Tendrils, lust, chaos,” Raine explained without explaining. “Squirm already told me that you want to join our cause. Just give in to the tendrils and they will grant you your desires.”

Coil closed in before Stoan had a chance to change his mind. It coiled round and round, wrapping and binding the startled man in powerful tendrils and lustful thoughts about letting tendrils slither deep inside him. One long slithering tendril wrapped around his chest and around and down again to his tummy then around and down to his waist whilst four tendrils bound his helpless limbs in place. A girthy tendril slid up his ass and started fucking him into submission as a slender tendril sensually caressed his growing erection.

Coil’s largest tendril waited patiently by Stoan’s yearning mouth anticipating that lovely moment when its prey would give in to desire.

Stoan did not understand his sudden desire to be a host for these tendrils to writhe and squirm and grow even stronger within him. All he knew is that he wanted their power inside him, granting him the power to fight back against the atrocities he was ordered to ignore every single day. He had no way of comprehending that these tendrils thrust those luscious thoughts upon him. He only knew that he craved to let them inside.

Coil slid inside Stoan’s mouth the moment that Stoan embraced the desire to feel tendrils deep inside. It thrust straight through to the soft squishy tissue of his delightfully fuckable brain. It thrust in and out as its binding tendrils coiled about, overwhelming its new host with undeniable tendril desires.

Meanwhile Squirm was slowly sliding into Raine’s Vagina. It Thrust deep inside of him, past his cervix, and into his uterus. There it began to bind with his flesh, attaching itself to its new host as a powerful phallic mass of squirming tendrils.

A minute later the two of them walked back to the facility together, both concealing tendriled lustforms beneath their clothes. Stoan held Raine by the arm, with his wrists cuffed behind the back.

“This one gave me trouble at the mart,” He explained to the guards in the entry room. “He volunteered to be put on ice.”

Then he shoved Raine roughly through a metal detector which could not detect the squirming mass of tendrils in his pants. It was all an act, a clever ruse to get them close enough. Coil’s squirming bulges quickly became too obvious below Stoan’s uniform, but they got close enough to seize the element of surprise.

“Oh sweet fuck what’s thaaaammphf” A confounded guard cried out as Squirm burst forth from Raine’s pants and thrust a tendril down his throat.

Raine felt a wonderful wave of pleasure all the way down his tendril cock as the brittle mind broke sweetly at his touch. Implanted submissive desires took over long before that tendril reached his eager brain.

Squirm had four other tendrils to play with, five if you count the one anchored deep in its new host. One of them reached back to quickly crush the cuffs. The other three bound the limbs of its next victim.

At the exact same moment, sensing one another’s desires, Coil struck out at pain of bulletproof glass that covered a one way mirror.

WHAM!

Three crushing blows from its powerful tendrils crumbled the glass.

CRASH!

A single swiping tendril shattered the pane of one way glass, revealing a pair of startled soldiers reaching for their belts. Shimmering shards of shattered glass rained down around them in a mesmerizing display of fractured reflections as two tendrils reached in and quickly overwhelmed their feeble minds.

“We need backup! We’re under attaurghhk-” A voice on the other side of the room called out.

WHAM! CRACK!

Squirm hurled the man it was holding with bone shattering force at a soldier who was radioing for backup.

Bang! Bang! Pop!

The lone remaining operative in the room squeezed off three rounds at Raine. Her hands were shaking so badly that two of the shots went into the floor. The third one was crushed on impact with Squirm, making an oozing welt on its tendril.

Coil was in the gunner in an instant thrusting a lustful tendril deep into her tight behind. It held her aloft like a sock puppet as it squirmed and Thrust deeper inside. Her finger, still clutched on the trigger, fired a burst of shots into the wall, startling reinforcements as they raced into the room.

Raine rushed to the door before the startled soldiers could comprehend the sight before them. Five tendrils sprang forth from his crotch, quickly dispatching the three combatants at the door. Two of them were bound tightly together, back to back, with squirming tendrils that quickly penetrated their moist and eager brains. The last one was lifted by a tendril round the throat, which penetrated his resistance and slid into his mouth.

At the end of the hall more soldiers were setting up a firing line. Three stood out front with riot shields and six in the back pointed semi automatic rifles.

Squirm chucked the soldier it had lifted aloft by the neck, which flew like a living missile at the bastards down the hall. They waited for him to collide with their shield wall before lighting up the hallway.

Bratatat tatatat

A stream of bullets whizzed by Raine, who had ducked back behind a solid brick wall. Without quite understanding how he knew to do it Raine began to waggle his fingers and chant a magic spell. He realized that the Lustful Chaotic One must have thrust this spell into his mind when he was overwhelmed with lovely luscious tendrils. Though he could not quite recall the words he began to chant aloud.

“From chaos I call, the mist from the halls of the sunken slumbering city. Rise as dark dust and advise with stark lust in encompassing clouds now with me.”

His waggling fingertips glowed violet as they traced a non-Euclidean circle inscribed with a spiraling septagram. A dark enchanting mist flowed from that circle, quickly enshrouding the room in ominous darkness.

Some of the soldiers managed to equip their masks in time. Others had no choice except to breath in the intoxicating cloud. The six enthralled soldiers in the room succumbed immediately. They let every breath draw in desires of delicious surrender to delectable tendrils, as otherworldly voices whispered lustful secrets of seduction and submission.

They grouped up into an orgy, fucking and groping and sucking and moaning as Coil and Squirm fucked the last little bit of resistance right out of their empty heads.

A big burly man lay in the middle with a heavily tattooed man riding his cock and a curvy women straddling on his face. A fat man fucked her curvy ass, while a thin man penetrated her juicy pussy. A muscular woman fisted the burly man in the ass, whilst making out with the man riding his cock. Coil and Squirm thrust into their minds and into all of their remaining holes.

The mist began to bind with them as they continued to give in to the squirming desires thrust into their thoughts. It changed their flesh, changed their shape, distorting them with writhing chaos. Every thrusting appendage, be it a cock, an arm, or a tongue, began to twist and squirm and elongate into an undeniably lustful tendril.

Down the hall, the firing line had donned their night vision goggles. The mist still blocked their vision, only now it looked like a red squirming mass of tendrils. Three of the unmasked soldiers let their minds break apart when they saw those overwhelming tendrils. They gave in to their desires and tried to force themselves upon their fellow soldiers.

“Hey what the fuck man,” a high pitched voice began from down the hall. “You can’t just, oh fuck oh shit arrrhhhhhh.”

Every thrusting appendage in the mist was shifting and changing, squirming in new ways that made the soldiers open fire upon one another.

Bratatat Bang! Pop!

More reinforcements arrived but they could not see a thing inside the darkened cloud.

Raine advanced into the chaos, with a growing army of twisted soldiers at his back. The mist moved with him, providing the perfect cover for him and his orgy to fuck their way through all resistance. Squirm’s tendrils felt like an extension of his body now. It felt so good to thrust them into eager bodies and easily broken minds. It felt so good to give in to the urges to fill every mind and body with writhing tendrils.

A wave of pleasure and euphoria rushed over Raine as he Thrust his throbbing squirming tendrils deep into a soon to be lustful tendril slut. Two of his tendrils held her aloft, one pinning her hands above her head and the other spreading her legs wide open. He could practically taste her growing desire to be overwhelmed and savagely fucked.

“You like that don’t you, you tendril craving slut,” Raine asserted as he thrust into her ass and pussy with a pair of slithering tendrils.

“Y—Yes,” She admitted with a whimpering moan. Then her mind broke obediently as he thrust a tendril deep into her moist and eager brain.

That wonderful sensation of feeling her mind give in to his touch sent Raine and Squirm over the edge together. They began to CUM thick strands of creamy mind melting fluid deep into the bound and helpless woman. Moments later she joined the orgy as a writhing tendril sprouted from her head

That rush of adrenaline, that wonderful high he felt when her brittle mind snapped at his squirming touch, sent wave after wave of pleasure making him lust for more. More. MORE.

Bullets whizzed by in the mist, but he felt too invincible to care. The sound of gunfire only alerted Raine to his next target. He slithered inside of another growing confident, cocky even, only to be caught off guard by a giant fan.

Whirrrrrrrrr

The mist blew away, revealing a lustful sight inside a large warehouse of a room filled with row after row of cryogenic pods. Mutated soldiers fucked and trust tendrils deep into their former teammates. Bodies were moaning, writhing, thrusting, shifting, changing, craving to be filled with and reshaped into undeniable tendrils.

No more soldiers could transform once all the mist was blown away, but it didn’t matter. Almost everyone in the complex had already given in, except for a lone group of Six soldiers next to an industrial sized fan.

“Take this you sunnava bitch!” An angry voice yelled out.

Every tendriled creature in the building slowly turned, then rushed towards them.

Raine’s army did not arrive in time. Within five seconds, four red dots converged upon his chest

BANG!

Three high caliber armor piecing rounds came at him in the blink of an eye. Squirm caught two of them at the expense of a torn and tattered tendril. One of the gunners was stopped before he could fire, by a tendril down the throat. However, that last shot was true.

Raine felt a terrible stinging sensation as his heart rate suddenly dropped to zero beats per minute. The “thump thump” he had heard his entire life went deathly silent. He looked down at his chest, and then sank to his knees and dropped face first down to the ground. A red puddle pooled around him as his life force slowly bled out through the hole where his heart ought to be.

The snipers were quickly overwhelmed by a trio of tendriled soldiers, but the mortally wounded warlock could not see it happen. The ever present “thump thump” wasn’t there to bring fresh blood and oxygen to his dying brain. Everything went cold and dark as his eyes closed tight. He embraced demise, wondering what awaited beyond the veil.

“Stoan, will, set them free,” Raine thought with conviction as his world faded into darkness. He wondered whether Squirm and Coil would heed his final desire “Set them free... Please... Let them all go free.”

Then he drifted into darkness, like a dream inside his mind. Reality lost all meaning as he drifted into a blank and vacant void. It may have been nothing more than an illusion in his head, two neurons firing one final impulse across their synapse, like a dream that stretched out for an eternity, showing him exactly what he expected in the next life. Or perhaps it was a glimpse into the great beyond.

The Chaotic One was there. There was something else. Something writhing through his body and binding his chest. Thrust Thrust. It was inside of him, flowing through his veins and all his body, filling him up with tendril lust. Thrust Thrust. Is the Chaotic One here to collect on my pact, he wondered, Is that his great noodly appendage inside me, taking absolute control? Thrust Thrust. Then a dim light flicked on and slowly grew brighter and brighter like a dreamer slowly opening up their eyes.

Thrust Thrust. The sensation in his chest and in veins was growing stronger. It felt like a long tendril reaching all the way up through his body and wrapping around his heart. Thrust Thrust. His eyes adjusted to the light and somehow he was back in the FROST facility. But how? What about the gunshot to the heart? Thrust Thrust. Somehow he managed to awaken feeling more powerful than ever. Otherworldly strength filled his entire body as he rose up to his feet. Thrust Thrust. Squirm’s tendril wrapped around Raine’s punctured heart, closing the wound and pushing blood through the recovering warlock’s veins.

There was no resistance after that. Raine was easily able to thaw out and rescue every last detainee. He and Stoan walked out the front door leading a group of 23 tendriled and twisted former FROST operatives, along with 567 scared and half starved refugees, who were slowly awakening from their cryogenic sleep.

He knew that the military would be there in minutes, or less. They would send battalions of heavily armed soldiers with tanks and air support, but they would not drop any bombs. There was a ritzy neighborhood up the street, built around a sky station shuttle service. Civilian casualties would not be permitted so quickly in a high class neighborhood.

Raine wondered how they could live in such luxury next to such cruelty. Then he pointed his little army of abominations in their direction.

“Do as you will to spread chaos and lust,” He commanded, directing them as a distraction for the imminent military response.

Then he and Stoan led the refugees to the Greedmart across the street.

“Take what you need to survive,” He advised them “Take your lives back from these corporations who have stolen everything. Take whatever you need and then meet me in the center. Do not go outside. We will leave through a portal to a safer place.”