The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“My partner and I were sitting in the Virginian just watching this show.

I was getting horny, but I’m disciplined enough that I knew that I didn’t want to waste time on a one-night stand. My partner is gay, so he probably was more interested in the cowboys, but he wasn’t looking for one-night stands either.

“Frank came into the bar- Lynda’s husband. I didn’t know who he was then—just another one of the cowboys. Not too long a time passed, and he had a couple of the German women giving him the eye, and then they were cozy around the table with some friend of Frank’s who came in about then.

“My partner saw her first. Lynda walked into the doorway and stopped when she saw Frank with the women. She didn’t come in and drag him out—maybe she should have. Instead, she just watched for a while, with this hurt look on her face. Those beautiful breasts of hers moved up and down with sad, heavy breathing. My partner looked like he was going to cry, as he figured things out before I did. He nodded at me, gave me the high sign, so to speak. He’s a real romantic.

“I made eye contact with Lynda, and let her know through my body language that I understood her. She blinked a couple of times and then gave me that blank look that showed she was taking in my message.

“I walked to the doorway. Frank never noticed, none of the local guys there seemed to notice. She is a knockout, but they’re used to her always being around. They were all focused on easing the tourists into bed. Frank was enjoying the way that one of the women ran her fingers over the hard lines in his leathery face. That was the last I saw of him as Lynda and I walked out of the hotel.

“We strolled around town for a bit while she told me her story. The streets were dark and empty, so I suppose that no one saw us. She was feeling more and more relaxed with me, but was still too wound up to want to go into a trance. Finally, we stopped in at the laundromat. It was supposed to be closed at 9:00 p.m., but it was an hour later and no one was there. The lights weren’t on in it, but there was some glow from the one street light outside and from the one pop machine inside. I pushed back issues of Redbook and the National Rifle Association magazine aside, and we hopped up on the window bench like a couple of teenagers.

“I was convinced now that she was the one who would enjoy meeting me on my runs through Wyoming, but even as we drifted into deeper rapport, I kept being stymied by her lack of imagination. Every turn that we took, trying to get her to think deeply, I ran into a dead-end.

“She shifted position slightly, and pulled a tabloid newspaper out from under herself. It was squinched up in the corner, and had been making her uncomfortable. Absentmindedly, she flattened it out, and glanced over it.

“Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She showed me an article about alien abductions, and I discovered that she faithfully read every account of that sort of thing in the tabloids. She was fascinated by that, and as the possibilities dawned on me, I went with the flow and took her deeper into the subject. She was not only fascinated by the topic, but she had an even stronger curiosity about aliens studying humans, or having sex with them.

“I had to straighten out and cross my legs to hide my hard-on as I spotted my opportunity and paced her growing involvement, and guided her into the trance which would open a new world for her. Hey, of course I could barely wait to get into her, but I also found myself wanting to help her out of the trap she was in. So I’m a sentimentalist!

“She had already told me about her friend Winona, the only person she felt close to in this tiny town. I helped her choose her personal trance word, and then tested her by awakening her after making a suggestion that she call Winona to meet us. Everything clicked, Winona was on her way. In the short time for her girlfriend to walk over from her mobile home, I returned Lynda to her trance and began to introduce her to her coming alien abduction experience. Her eyes glowed with excitement, and I’m sure mine did, too.

Jock took a look at his watch and then continued his account. It was not clear to me as to what he was waiting for, but I decided not to press him.

“Of course, I prepared Lynda for Winona’s arrival. When Winona turned up, I was pleased to see that she was a good-looking cowgirl, attractive in her own way. I had Lynda out of her trance by then, and she gave Winona her account of what had happened and warmly assured Winona of my helpfulness. I could see that they were on good terms, and Lynda was helping her to relax in my presence. As I had just suggested, Lynda offered that she would treat Winona to a soft drink. I just picked up from there—Lynda led Winona to the machine to make her selection, and then eased gently back into her trance as Winona and I softly discussed the interesting way that the light of the pop machine flickered... how it was so relaxing... and seemed to blink at a familiar rate, like her heartbeat.

“I never had done an induction with two people at the same time, but since Lynda was already prepared to go under easily, it went smoothly. Winona had a lot more on the ball than Lynda, and so she easily picked up on my cues and went happily into a trance as deep as Lynda’s.

“The streets were quiet this whole time—no one passed by. If someone had looked into the darkened laundromat, they might not have seen us anyway. We stood close together, and as the sound of my voice penetrated their thoughts, they learned what to expect on their space adventure. Then I brought both of them out of their trances.

“We walked through the death-quiet streets to the truck. The two women climbed into the sleeper cab to wait for me. I sprinted back to the Virginian, where my partner was still holding down a table, and dragged him out with me. I talked fast, but since his part was to be easy, he understood quickly.

“It was a strange request that I made of him, but he knew that I would pay him back in some similar favor later on. I asked him to drive the truck while I went back into the sleeper cab and joined the women.

“Drive anyplace in particular?” That was the question. I told him he could drive anyplace he liked, just keep it in a low gear that would produce plenty of rumble and vibration. I swung up into the sleeper cab.

At this point, for continuity reasons, I will switch to Lynda’s account. As you will see later on, Jock found a way for me to speak with her.

LYNDA’S STORY

“I don’t know how the space ship got to Medicine Bow, but I do remember climbing up into it for the first time. Winona and I were frightened, but at the same time we felt excited. We hugged each other a lot as we found ourselves in a small steel cabin. At least it looked like steel, maybe it was some alien material, I don’t know. There were notices on the wall, but I couldn’t read them I mean, I read okay, after all, I read the National Enquirer and the Weekly World News. It was the alien writing. One of the words looked like U-S-D-O-T—isn’t that a strange word? We didn’t have to wait very long before the alien showed up.

“He was gentler than I expected, and looked pretty human. He told us that this was kind of like a disguise, that he had taken, to make us feel more comfortable. He explained that he was on a... on a .... scientific research mission... and that he would not hurt us. He would have to take readings on our bodies, however, and test our reactions to certain things.

“This all fit with what I’ve read in the “Weekly Inquisitor”—I read all their science articles because they have things that the Denver Post won’t print. The big papers cover this stuff up so it won’t frighten people.

“Of course, I knew that in order to study us, he would want us to have our clothes off, but I was surprised at how it happened. I thought some ray would blast us, or some machine would rip them off, but instead he just pointed at Winona and she began to undress me, as if she already knew what to do. She didn’t touch my panties, so I still felt like I wasn’t naked. I mean, I didn’t feel shy like I thought I would.

“She’d never done that before, and it felt good. I never had thought of that, but her hands were so steady. I liked the feeling when she grazed my breasts as she helped me out of my bra.

“Actually, it felt good to get out of my clothes—the spaceship cabin was so warm. I could see that Winona thought the same way, and so I undressed her. I left her panties on, too, but I felt so good about her being with me that I kissed her right down from her neck to her waistband. That surprised her, I guess, but she liked it.

“The alien seemed to like this, too. I thought that we’d end up attached to a bunch of wires, but he said that we were being studied by... ‘more subtle means’... and that everything we were doing was fine.

When he told us that we had nothing to worry about and that everything we were doing was just right, the way he said it made me feel good. I mean, Winona and I had never done nothing like this, never, ever, but it felt so right now to be kissing her and to feel her hands running over me... everywhere. To be honest, I hadn’t known she would be so attractive.

“I sucked in my breath a little when Winona slipped her hands into my panties. I mean, nothin like this had ever happened to me, I guess I said that already. The alien was so nice about it. I mean, this was not a normal situation at all! He said that what we were doing was really very helpful, and it helped his research when I held Winona’s breasts in my hand and kissed them sooo hungrily. We were really getting into this. The way we could feel the vibration of the spaceship just seemed to add to everything.

“Our panties were really getting to be in the way. They were wet and just in the way. We laughed a lot while we struggled in the small space to strip each other- laughed about how shy we’d felt at first, and now we wanted to see each other’s pussies and have the alien understand how proud we were of each other. It made perfect sense.

“We showed ourselves off to each other and to him. He smiled really big, and told us to “go ahead and enjoy feeling how soft and beautiful we were.” I had never touched another woman there, and Frank hardly ever touches me with his hands, and he NEVER kisses me there, so it was all a new experience.

“Winona’s touch on my clit felt so good. I stretched out like a kitten, and just loved it. Finally, I couldn’t stand it, and I wanted her to feel the same way, and very soon my fingers were inside her, finding her most special spot, while I kissed her everywhere. Finally we hugged something fierce, our breasts squeezed against each other’s, our vaginas pushing hard against each other, so wet! We exploded in a kind of orgasm that I never had before. I mean, Frank and I have orgasms, but they’re kind of little compared to this.

“And that turned out to just be the start of things. While we had become so interested in each other, the alien had removed his human clothing. I looked up from Winona’s arms—we were sort of laying over each other, tangled together so beautifully, perspiring like crazy, and I saw him rolling on a rubber. It was some sort of space-agey thing, in a funny color.

“This is where Winona and I remember different things. For some reason, she thinks that his penis was human-sized—she’s seen a few, so she ought to know, I guess. I’ve only seen Frank’s, but this one was wayyyy bigger as it grew. I am sure that it twisted and danced like a snake. I tried to follow it with my eyes, and then somehow I fell asleep for a bit, I guess because Winona had tired me out!!!

She giggled at this and paused for a moment while I wrote my notes. Of course, I did not argue with her about what she saw. She supposed that was my scientific approach, but it was also because I recognized the symptom of one of the School for Sexual Expressions training units. Advanced students who came back for post-graduate training had the opportunity to learn an ancient East Indian technique in which the master’s penis took on the role usually held by a pocket watch or sparkling disc in Hollywood hypnotisms. As his subject could not or would not look away from it anyway, the master would use his detailed command of his muscles to flex his penis, and allow it to rise and fall in a rhythmic manner. I presume that this does double-duty, hypnotizing the sex partner while giving the subconscious the impression of great sexual control. In Lynda’s case, she developed the alien theory into a sex organ with tremendous abilities. And, in Lynda’s case, I deduced that she now was deep in a trance again, passively waiting while Jock turned his attention first to Winona.

“Winona tells me that I did close my eyes for a while, so anyway, I missed seeing what the alien did with her. She claims, though, that he had a special part of him that came out above his penis. She remembers watching it growint, and being scared and thrilled at the same time. He had a big erection, even if she says it wasn’t snaking around like I know it was, but this other erection was smaller. Anyway, it turned out that she loved it.

“You see, as she was laying there all tired and wet, he moved toward her. It seemed perfectly natural to her, although she was still afraid in a way. But she was so relaxed from our making love, I guess you should call it that, that she didn’t feel like moving away at all, I mean if she could of. AND, she had this powerful feeling that she wanted a man in her anyway, I guess, and here it came [Lynda grinned].

“She just stretched out, and it felt sooo good opening to him, tilting her pelvis up in that way that shows a man you’ll do everything to have him deep in yourself. He came in so gently, making sure that it never hurt and that she enjoyed every inch. It was like he was exploring her, but in a wonderful way, like he really wanted her to enjoy it, not like some mad scientist. I guess on his planet they must be pretty far advanced on these things. A doctor’s office must be a little different on their planet, huh? {She giggled.}

“The little thingy sticking out lined up with her clit just perfectly, and she realized that it was folding around her, drawing her little man into it, so that the alien was touching her clit even though his hands were both on her breasts or caressing her shoulders and her back. She said it felt just like Dan Wyant, he’s the best man with his hands around this county she says (and that slut Norma Wilson agrees with her!),

I think that what she was describing is a type of condom which has a rubber knob on a shield above the penis. It’s supposed to stimulate the clitoris, but my lover Sophia told me that when a former boyfriend tried one on, it was like being caressed with a toilet plunger. From talking with Jock, and later with Winona, I think that this is what Jock was using, but with hypnotic suggestions that made this experience seem extremely sensual and unusual. After all, wouldn’t a society which had perfected space travel have also invented a high-tech, high-satisfaction condom?

“Winona was already still excited from being with me, and I guess seeing me just resting there was even kind of a turn-on, I mean having the alien all to herself for a bit, and it wasn’t long, she tells me, before she and the alien had the most soul-tearing orgasm. The alien had her tell him what colors she was seeing, and that showed how scientific he was, wanting to know everything.

I wrote down in my notebook that Jock was storing away color values for use in future speed inductions of Winona. He would also, as a trained master, keep these in mind for insertion into suggestions to enhance her future pleasures.

“She just drifted off into a fog with that orgasm. She remembers seeing the alien turning to me, and telling me to wake up. Then she faded out.

“That’s what I saw of her when I woke up. She had the most blissful look on her face, murmuring sweet words, and that was reassuring to me. In fact, it encouraged me, because I wanted to feel as good as she did!

“But since Winona had gotten to his dick first, it wasn’t going to be as easy for me. I really didn’t know exactly what to do, because Frank always rolls over and goes to sleep right away after we have... sex. [I noted that with her recent experience she was now putting her activities with her husband into a secondary category.]

“I didn’t have to worry, though, because the alien very gently showed me what to do. He was so tender and self-assured, I guess because he does this in his work exploring Earth so much. Gee, now that I think about it, it makes me kind of jealous. I didn’t mind sharing him with Winona, ‘cause we know each other, but now that I think about it, he probably has lots of Earth women.

“He took off his condom, and I know Winona doesn’t believe me, but it was like his dick came bursting out of it. It grew taller and taller, and danced in front of my lips. It felt so right to take it in my hand and guide it into my mouth. I was so hungry for it!

“As he taught me, I licked him tenderly, thought of my kitten at home taking those tiny laps of milk. He told me that the taste would be wonderful, and it was. I never had tasted Frank before, but then I guess this alien might have a special flavor, so maybe Frank isn’t that great anyway.

“As I kissed him and while we cuddled, his penis grew stronger and harder. Instead of lazily dancing in front of me, it now was stretching taut, kind of full of tight energy the way the rope is when Frank ties an antelope carcass on his truck.

“He guided me with his hands, and it was so easy to kneel over him and open my legs around him. He went right up into me. Frank always pushes so hard, and before I’m wet enough, so it hurts. The alien went into me just the way that Winona described, as if he wanted to know everything about me.

“When he was all the way inside, I just let myself lean back a bit, and now his dick was pressing against the special spot that Winona had shown me. And then we began to kind of dance with each other, so beautifully.... [Her voice trailed off for a moment as she remembered the feeling.]

“When he was deep inside, coming up while I was coming down, he pressed against my... cervix... that’s what the doctor calls it, and that was a feeling that I had never felt. We were so connected. He whispered to me that it was okay, that a special ray would keep me from getting pregnant here, but right then I didn’t care. I wanted him to come there deep inside and fill me with his cum.

“You probably think that’s strange, but you know, Frank is drunk a lot of times when we... make love... and he comes all over the place, or he’s only half erect and comes in my vagina lips. I know that eventually he’ll get me pregnant, but all I can say is what my mother said, “that with that kind of man, the kid will be one tough cookie, because he’ll come from a sperm that is a hell of a swimmer.”

“I loved being guided by the alien. He even helped me learn how to hold him with muscles inside that I didn’t even know I had. I felt like I wanted him in me forever, but everything that we did made me feel closer and closer to the edge, and finally I fell off.

“I fell and fell and fell, but fluttering down like an angel, through lovely clouds, and then I landed safe in his arms. I collapsed against his strong chest. The alien had powerful arms. I remember chuckling at thinking that must come from steering his space ship. That was the kind of silly thought that came to me, as I felt so giddy lying there, feeling his sperm, even deactivated as he called it, deep inside me.

“After we lay there for a while, just hugging and being close, something Frank would never dream of, my alien lover’s magical penis began to grow a bit. Then it swayed back and forth again, this way, that way, and I wanted to watch it closely, but it was late and I was so tired, and I guess I just fell asleep.

“I woke up back in the laundromat with Winona leaning against my shoulder. She was really drowsy, I had to shake her to wake her up. At first I thought the whole thing must have been a dream, but then I felt something in my bra, something warm and hard, kind of plastic.

“It was a sort of a pager. I’d seen them in the movies, but I learned that this one doesn’t make a sound. I found that out later [she grinned wickedly this time].

She reached into her blouse and unclipped a small, silent vibration-mode pager to show me. It was a kind you could buy in any mall, but then Lynda had never been in a big-city mall.

“I kept wearing it right there where I’d found it, because it was kind of a present from the alien. I didn’t know what it was at first, but then I discovered that every so often, it would buzz against my chest. I about jumped out of my undies the first time that happened, but pretty soon I got to enjoying that feeling, because what I learned is that meant his spaceship was coming back. I would start to feel warm and then I’d realize that I was getting wet just thinking about him coming back.

“Winona discovered that she had one, too. It was so much fun to discover her waiting out on the highway under the stars, the place where somehow I knew he would come. She knew he would come there, too. We giggled and hugged each other and even kissed while we waited. It’s funny, we aren’t Lesbians, because we only do it with each other for the alien science experiments. But it still felt good to know so much about each other, things that other people didn’t know. I guess you could call them secrets.

“Sometimes a big truck would come past, but otherwise it would be quiet out there at night. We’d fall into dreams waiting, and then we’d wake up in the spaceship and our alien would be there. A few times, there was another alien, I guess to help him, but he didn’t have sex with us. He seemed kind of dainty.

“Going back to that first night, we hurried back to the coffee shop at the Virginian, and sat there slugging down too much coffee, and talking wildly with each other. The place was nearly empty—everyone else was in the bar, or had already gone upstairs to fuck or maybe sleep.

“Late, late, I saw Frank come down the stairs, checking his fly and smoothing down his mussed up hair. He looked so smug. He never saw me, ‘cause I guess he didn’t care who saw him—he felt like such a stud.

“I was surprised when a few minutes later one of the German girls came downstairs, straightening up her hair, too. Then I saw Dan Wyant stagger down the stairs, and another German tourist woman came down after he went out the door.

“I didn’t understand what words they were using. I guess they must have been speaking in German. But I could see that the one who’d been with Frank was really angry. The second one, the one who must have been with Dan, just glowed. Her skin looked beautiful, and she brushed her hair back so sensuously, and smiled at her friend like she was saying she was sorry but really wasn’t at all. I think that she actually may have wanted her friend to feel like it was her fault that she hadn’t had any fun with Frank, but of course, I knew what had happened. It had happened, or maybe I should say, it hadn’t happened with me and him plenty of times.

“Of course, Winona and I felt sorry for both of them, compared to what we had just done. We happily were ready for more and more of the alien.

“I walked home, a little bow-legged [another grin] and climbed into bed next to Frank. He was laying on top of it, snoring, with his boots still on. Any second thoughts that I had vanished right away when I saw that.

“We wanted to keep this a secret. I mean, who would believe us! For a long time we were able to meet the alien at times when Frank was busy—I especially loved doing it when he thought he was sneaking out on me. I wish I could speak German, I would have told those tourists what Winona said, that it would be more fun for two of them to go upstairs with Dan than for one of them to have Frank all to herself.

“Eventually on another night later on, one of them threw him out of bed right away. Maybe he was more of a clod than usual. He came home, and I was gone for ages, and then I came floating home. He beat the truth out of me, and then he was even more angry when I saw that I was proud of what I was doing, and especially when I told him that the alien “had made a real woman out of me.”

I noted in my spiral book that sometimes Lynda reverted to using Country & Western lyrics as a way of expressing deep emotions. Jock had mentioned to me that he had found that this really streamlined her inductions; he just had to think of the right lyrics and she would instantly accept the concepts as her own. Of course, “Stand By Your Man” didn’t work, since he could not hypnotize someone into doing something truly disturbing to their subconscious.

“When he had thought about it some more, he calmed down and started thinking of ways to make a fast buck on it. He was going to get me onto a tv talk show. He was going to get me an interview in the “Weekly Inquisitor” and so on. Luckily, he didn’t guess that Winona knew about this, too, and I didn’t let on. She told me how everyone in town heard about it from Frank, and people kept coming up to her and whispering stories to her about my experiences. She, of course, knew that this gossip was almost all made up. One old biddy told her that I was going to have the alien’s baby, and Winona was angry and almost gave herself away by telling her about the special birth control ray, but luckily, the old lady wasn’t paying attention.

“The trouble is, the producers kept wanting him to come up with a picture of an alien or even capture one to prove this wasn’t just something I’d made up. Frank got to drinking with some of his bar buddies, and they came up with a plan for catching the alien, or at least getting a picture of his ship.

“Frank had never seen the vibrator in my bra, but he knew that somehow I knew when to go out and meet the alien. He spent a lot of time trying to figure that out. He started hanging around the house all the time when he thought the space ship might come, and he had his buddies load up the pick-up truck with all kinds of supplies for catching an alien. I don’t know where he got the ideas from as to what to use for alien-hunting, but I didn’t like it when he added his antelope-hunting rifle.

“Finally, the vibrator went off and I headed out to meet the alien. I hated doing this, because I felt that I was leading either the alien into a trap or Frank and his drinking buddies into fighting something too big for them. Either way, I didn’t feel good about it, but for some reason I could not resist going out to the highway.

“Winona didn’t turn up when I was there, but eventually I must have gotten tired, because I woke up hours later. I really felt rested and relaxed, and there was no bloodshed around me. I touched my blouse, and the vibrator was still there. I went home, kind of puzzled, and Frank was there. He didn’t say a word, he just let me fix his breakfast like usual.

“He never said anything about that night. He went on to get me on a tv show, and we got an all-expense paid trip to Chicago out of it. I had a wonderful time, even though the tv host was pretty suspicious. Frank kept the money for the fee, but I didn’t mind much because I got the trip, that was what I wanted.

“I met some really nice men at the tv station, and a couple of them like to come out here for the antelope hunt. I think that they’ll let me know when they’re coming.”

Lynda grinned, more broadly than ever, and pulled another pager out of her purse. This one would silently show a code number or a Chicago toll-free phone number to call. I laughed, and she joined me in a hearty guffaw. And then she surprised me by unbuttoning her blouse and showing me the glistening curves of her streamlined, futuristic satin bra... the same style as Winona had worn. I should clarify, I knew she had such a thing, because Jock had already told me about bringing the women gifts from outer space. He had clipped off the Victoria’s Secret tags.

“I like to wear this to remember the alien, but it also reminds me of how strong I can be in bed. I usually keep it hidden in the cleaning closet at home—Frank would never look in there. Sometimes I just touch it for a second, but for something special like talking with you, I’ll put it on. Just a second... [and she buttoned herself back up].

“With what I know now, I think the tv guys’ll keep coming and coming back to Medicine Bow. Frank can wait for the next German tour bus if he wants to—I’ll be having more fun.

“But I still wonder what happened that night. And... I’ve never heard from the alien again, except for when he told me to talk with you.

I asked her how Winona was doing. Had she heard from the alien? I partly did this to hide my reaction, because the end of this story is that I knew what had happened that night.