The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Donnie had been planning this day ever since his outrageously successful costume party last year. He knew he wasn’t all that business smart and sure a few of his friends had changed a bit after last year’s all night blast. But Donnie was confident he’d stumbled upon just the business his adopted hometown needed.

He called it Donnie’s Costume Castle and the building had once belonged to an old indoor mini-golf and arcade business. Naturally, he’d spent months clearing the place out, making it more suitable for his own brand of fun.

He had left much of the zany decorations on the mini-golf course and some of the neon lighting original to the arcade. But now racks and shelves lined the walls and crazy Halloween decorations filled the space. Smoke machines, lighting, and a variety of repurposed props from the college theater department completed the rather overstuffed look of the space.

Scurrying around, he double-checked the fog machine, the glowing skeleton eyes, the crazy cobwebs he’d scattered all over everything. It all needed to be perfect. Donnie, as a demon, understood what this time of year was all about. But as a human, he knew what would make it special for the humans in town. That was one simple thing, costumes.

Every year he’d witnessed the fun humans had dressing up in costume and parading around town, partying as they’d done with him last year, or simply collecting candy and having fun. This year, Donnie was going to be there at the most crucial time in their Halloween festivities. This year he was going to be providing the costumes.

Donnie had done his research well. He already knew from last year that humans seemed drawn to one style of costume and that was sexy costumes. So he ordered only the sexiest ones available. He knew the costumes were top quality by the two delivery men who’d helped him stock his store. Though they seemed eerily familiar to him, Donnie trusted their rather mischievous grins. They’d even made the suggestion to have free trials on most costumes, just to get the customers trying them on.

Trying things on seemed a great idea to Donnie. He recalled trying on various human costumes when he first assumed human form. He was surprised how different a reaction one could get over another.

Donnie looked up, making sure the lights were all lit and flickering as he wanted. The atmosphere was perfect, just a little dark and foreboding, but perfect for the Halloween spirit. He even had a few trays of fresh mini-pizzas out for all the customers to sample. He’d so far managed to restrain himself from eating them all.

“Time to open the doors.” Donnie said. He was nervous, more nervous than he had been a year ago inviting all his college friends over for a party. Luckily for him, that had worked out just fine.

Apparently he really didn’t know his friends until that night. He recalled how Lilly was already pregnant again after delivering triplets earlier this year. He wondered whether his friend Leanne’s decision to drop out of school and become a full-time whore was really the wisest choice. He also was a bit confused about why he never saw Mona anymore. Whenever he asked Trent about her, he simply said ‘the cow is doing fine’.

Anyway, he thought, steeling himself for the big moment. Nothing could possibly make today any less exhilarating than that day last year. He lowered his eyes and raised his arms. Dark webbed wings stretched out as Donnie shed his own costume, ironically to better sell the costumes on his shelves. It was opening day, and this was the big moment.

He unlocked and opened the doors. The parking lot was empty.

Hmmm... he thought. “Well, it’s still early.” He turned and went behind his front counter to wait and maybe snack on just one or two mini-pizzas.

A few blocks away, a shadowy driver stopped a van in a dark alley. Along the outside of the stark white van was printed the words Costumes from Hell. There was shifting inside as the two occupants moved from the front to the rear compartment.

“So, Melgrim, you think this will be an even better year for our amusement?”

The other figure smiled. “Of course it will, Grimmel. Since last year, the others down in hell have been teasing us that there was no way to top the party fiasco with Donnie. They laughed when we said we’d double the chaos. They thought we were crazy when we said we’d escape from hell and put on a show they’d never seen before. Well, this year Donnie does more than just unknowingly stand by while humans are corrupted. This year he sells them their corruption, by simply being his oafishly dimwitted self.”

Grimmel let loose a demonic cackle, suddenly breaking into a cough. “Ack... but let’s lose these stupid costumes of ours. Stinking of humanity is making me sick.”

“Good idea, my demon brother.”

The van shook from side to side as both men lowered their head and growled, the noise echoing within the small space. They spread their shoulders, and arched their backs as ripping could be heard. Unlike Donnie, Melgrim and Grimmel had chosen temporary disguises, only enough to get the job they had planned done. Now, they were ready for some real fun.

“Ahhh... much better.” Melgrim roared, glad to hear the old fire in his throat. “Now let us take a seat and turn on the Hell Tube.”

Taking a seat in the large beanbag chairs laying on one side of the van, Melgrim grabbed the hell remote and flipped on the large screen that covered the opposite wall.

“What channel will he be on?” Grimmel asked.

“Hold on a second, you bubbling pile of mush, I’m checking now. Hell Shopping Channel, no, History of Death and Torture channel, no, Fox News channel, definitely no. Ah... here we go. Our own personal broadcast. Donnie’s Costume Castle.”

“No one’s there yet, you think this will really work?” Grimmel asked.

“Of course it will. Those costumes we provided that dimwit with are custom sewn in hell, by only the most evil seamstresses with thread forged in the fiery pits of lake doom. Whatever human tries those costumes on will have all morality singed out from their souls and immediately take on whatever they most associate with the costume.”

“Just like last year.” Grimmel said.

“Even better than last year. Last year, we only made the humans take on an aspect of the costumes. This year, the costumes will be doing all the changes themselves and they won’t just make the humans mentally and physically change. They will make them want to change others. These costumes will be a catalyst to a show like none have ever seen. And with the special adjustments I made to Donnie’s building, not only can the humans change, the environment can also change to better suit their costumes.”

“Amazing.” Grimmel sighed. “It will be simply amazing!”

Melgrim let out a roar of laughter as a car pulled onto the screen and in front of Donnie’s business. “It won’t be amazing, it will be a comedic nightmare. We’ll see how much teasing the others in hell give us about this. And with Donnie’s already dopey mind taken care of by the demon drugs we slipped inside his mini-pizzas, the show will never end.”

Outside, the van shook gently as the two demons sat down to watch the show begin.

The bells above the door jingled as the three teenagers walked in. They stood for a moment until their eyes adjusted to the low mood lighting.

“Ooh wow! Look at this place!”

“Yeah Wendy, you’re right. This is awesome!” Another girl replied.

Donnie stood proudly behind the counter, waiting for the moment they turned and saw him standing there.

“Woahh! Dude!” The boy in their group shouted. “Sweet costume man. And this place, it’s so freakin cool looking!”

“Thanks,” Donnie said. The two girls had turned and were staring at him rather speechlessly. “Welcome kids, to Donnie’s Costume Castle. I hope you have fun searching through the haunted corridors and winding maze to find the costumes you simply must have. I’m Donnie, and if you need any direction, simply ask and I will guide you.”

“Wow, this place is really big isn’t it?” Wendy asked, looking off into the jumbled mishmash of assorted costumes.

“Yes, it’s a bit over the top.” The boy said. “But I love it.”

Donnie momentarily found himself wondering what ‘over the top’ meant in this circumstance. He recalled an old movie about human hand wrestling but somehow that didn’t quite seem a fitting description of his business.

“Hey man, I’m Duke, these are my friends Wendy and Ginny. We’re kinda in a rush so maybe you could steer us in the right direction.”

Donnie grinned at the boy, showing his sharp spiked teeth. “Of course. I’m glad to help. Would any of you like to munch on a mini-pizza? They’re fresh from the oven and free to all my opening day visitors.”

Duke looked at the tray, then felt the tug of both girls as they seemed almost shy in front of Donnie. “No, no thanks. We just need to find a few costumes and leave. There’s this big party at the school later tonight. I bet we’ll be the best ones there in this stuff.”

“Oh, a party. Yes of course. You must be dressed well for the party. And I’m sure the party games will tire all of you out quite thoroughly.” Donnie said, grinning.

“Party games?” Ginny asked.

“Yes, humping, whoring, milking, all the fun ones I guess.” Donnie looked off as he mentally counted all the enjoyable games at his party just last year.

“uh... sure, okay.” Duke said. Ginny looked about ready to laugh and Wendy had already wandered off towards a close rack of costumes.

“So what are you wanting today?” Donnie asked.

“Well, I was thinking a warrior for me, you know something tough and strong looking.”

“And for the ladies?”

“I want a genie costume of course.”

Duke rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Ginny here has been on that kick since she was a freshman. Get it? Ginny, Genie?”

Donnie smiled. “Naturally, very amusing.” He still had no real idea why that was funny, but so far he was making mental notes about where the best costumes were.

“And I’m looking for a pirate costume.” Wendy said, strolling up alongside the others.

“She means a pirate wench costume.” Duke said, laughing.

“Hey, a sexy pirate can be a pirate and not some slutty wench.” Wendy replied. She placed her hands on her hips, accentuating her attitude.

Donnie watched the exchange and wondered if either of these two girls were more than just friends to the boy. He took a nibble from a mini-pizza as Duke looked up at him.

“So where could we find those three?”

“Well the ladies costumes are mostly over here, next to the old arcade. I think you’ll find a genie costume on one of the mannequins and an assortment of sexy pirate costumes on the rack just across from it. Duke, you can probably find your costume over here near the entrance to my Halloween Horrors maze. It used to be a mini-golf course.”

“Cool,” Duke said. “This really is a pretty awesome place. I bet you spent a ton of money on all this stuff.”

As the three walked off to find their costumes, Donnie took a moment to think. He should have paid something for all this, right? As he munched on the mini-pizza, he couldn’t help but recall that most everything had been provided by the costume supply guys and they never mentioned any payment. For a second he wondered if maybe he should give them a call.

Swallowing the last of his current mini-pizza snack, Donnie smacked his lips. Nah... he thought. Just let the kids have fun and wait for more customers. That was what today was really all about, the customers.

“Hey Wendy, check this costume out!” Ginny called out.

Wendy turned, still holding the pirate costume she’d found. “Wow! That is hot! You’d look scorching in something like that.”

“You think?” Ginny asked, modeling it over her front. “It’s a little risque.”

Wendy snarfed. “Girl, you have the figure to pull it off. Why not flaunt it?”

Ginny bit her lip and took a second to think about it. “You know, you’re right. Let’s try em on.”

Wendy stood for a second, staring at her costume. It was perfect really, the right size, just slutty enough so guys would look her way. But there was something odd about it. She’d felt it upon first taking it off the rack. The fabric seemed almost warm in her hands, as though the rack had been heating the costume from the inside.

“Are you coming?” Ginny asked.

Wendy realized she’d been staring into space. “Oh, yeah, of course. Where are the changing rooms?”

“There’s some right over here.” Ginny said.

As they walked in the direction Ginny had indicated, Wendy turned to her friend. “Is your costume warm or anything?”

“Yeah, a little. Why?”

Wendy shook her head. Something strange seemed to be entering her thoughts. She kept hearing pirate songs in her mind. Something about ‘yo ho’ fluttered through her head. “Nothing I guess. Just seemed strange to me, that’s all.”

“It’s nothing, Wendy. Let’s try these on and find Duke.”

As the girls entered separate booths, Wendy tried to shrug the feeling off. For some reason she found herself thinking ‘yo ho’ and just how good of a ‘ho’ she’d make.

Duke was already exiting the changing room, having found the perfect warrior costume nearly right away. It was a bit revealing for him, but he’d actually never realized just how buff his arms and chest were.

In fact, he thought, standing before a rather wavy mirror, he’d almost swear he filled out the costume more every second. It felt tight in several places he never would have guessed. It also seemed to burn just a bit as he stood there flexing a bicep and letting his hair hang in front of his face.

He shook his hair back in place and suddenly noticed how long it was getting. He could have sworn he just had it cut last month. It usually took much longer to grow all ratty looking. He looked closer and noticed he needed a shave pretty badly too. All throughout high school, Duke had been trying to grow a beard. He grinned, feeling the warmth fill his chest. Looks like he finally might be getting one to come in, he thought.

Suddenly, he remembered the girls at school. Girls were fun to have around, but really they only served one purpose. Duke wasn’t sure where the thought came from, but he couldn’t help but agree. He felt the leather belt tighten around his unusually defined abs.

“Girls!” He grunted.

Even his voice seemed to fit this costume. It was perfect, he thought. Then he went back to picturing the girls from school. How many of them would be at the party tonight? How many could he subdue with his manly physique?

Again, Duke looked around, as if someone else were putting these thoughts in his mind.

Girls were good for one thing and that was laying claim to. A real warrior knew his prowess off the battlefield was just as important. He knew that recognition came from how many women he could have.

Duke grinned. Wherever the thoughts were coming from, he liked them. This costume made him feel like a warrior, not just look like one. And then he had another thought.

There were two girls with him right now. He could lay claim to their supple bodies first, before the party at school. After all, there may be competing warriors there and he shouldn’t miss an opportunity.

Duke was flexing and stretching, feeling the leather and fabric bind his sinewy frame as the warmth inside it faded, merging with the warmth of his body. He was a warrior. The clothes didn’t make him one. He needed to prove his stature and right now the best way he could do that was by taking Wendy and Ginny and making them squeal with his manhood plowing their insides raw.

He dropped his old clothes to the floor and took off at a brisk stride, walking slightly hunched as his back muscles threatened to burst the costume off him.

Wendy was sure of the warmth once she actually put the costume on. It seemed to cover her body like a second skin, the costume almost pulsating as she tightened the bodice and watched in the mirror as her plump white breasts swelled up.

She gasped slightly as her nipples ached with every subtle movement of the quality fabric. Her tits felt as though they were made for this costume, as though the makers had taken specific measurements and perfectly modeled this pirate wench for her.

Looking down her costume, Wendy studied the subtle way it flared perfectly and revealed the white flesh of her hips. Then the black leather skirt pressed in tightly on her thighs, making her feel embraced and held captive to the growing heat inside.

“I am a wench.” She said slowly, sounding the words out. “I’m a fucking pirate wench!”

Slowly, she grew more confident. The small pirate hat completed the outfit and as soon as it touched her skull, Wendy felt her thoughts melt into pure sexual bliss. She heard the ‘Yo ho ho’ song amplify inside her brain and realized just how true it was.

When the others saw her, they’d say ‘yo ho’ and they’d mean it. She looked like a slutty ho.

Wendy licked her lips slowly. No, she thought. She didn’t look like a slutty ho. She was a slutty ho. And now she just needed to find her first mate.

In the booth next to hers, Ginny was finishing tying off the last strap on her incredibly revealing genie costume. At first she’d been very unsure of wearing what amounted to little more than a bikini.

Now, Ginny thought, she couldn’t imagine wearing anything else. It was as if the costume was made for her. The warmth Wendy had mentioned was definitely there. She even found herself wondering if they heated the costumes specifically so they felt good when it was cold this time of year.

As she’d put her bottom piece on, basically a frilly see-through skirt with panties sewn in, Ginny had realized she didn’t really care where the warmth came from. It seemed to sink into a place deep inside her, where she’d held all her nervousness and virginal wonder.

All her inhibiting thoughts vanished. Her apprehensions about wearing something disappeared as she saw how fantastic her tits looked in this costume.

Tits, she questioned. Where had that word come from? She never referred to her breasts as tits. Boobs from time to time, sure. But tits was only what sluts called them. She wasn’t a slut, was she?

Fitting the small head piece and veil over her forehead, allowing her long blonde hair to spill out across her shoulders, Ginny realized she kinda did look like a slut.

She smiled, the warmth of the veil making her face tickle. Maybe she was a slut. Perhaps as Wendy had said, she should flaunt what she had. Staring in the mirror, she found herself absentmindedly rubbing at her tits, determined to make her nipples thick and firm so the costume really didn’t hide anything.

Folding her arms, she bobbed her head and pretended to be a real genie. She imagined granting wishes and wondered what kinky twists she could put on her abilities. That’s what she should really be, a kinky slut of a genie.

She moaned a bit as she felt the costume cinch in a bit tighter. Looking down she watched her tits wobble as she bobbed her head again. “Granted.” She said to herself, giggling a bit.

Suddenly her tits began swelling, the fabric pulling tight, her nipples straining even harder for freedom. As they stopped at nearly a cup size larger, Ginny gasped and felt her new titties up. She was always a genie, she realized. The costume just made it better.

Duke knocked rather elaborate looking trees aside as he stormed up to a set of changing rooms. He hadn’t recalled seeing these tree props here before, but as she pushed them and occasionally slashed one with his sword, he felt the testosterone pumping in his veins.

He was a warrior. He was a man on the battlefield and a man off. Right now, he needed to show those two fresh cunts he’d brought in here with him just how much of a man he was.

Standing before both changing booths, Duke growled and reached a hulking arm through either curtain. “Come out here, you sluts!”

Wendy felt an arm grab hold of her and yank her back on her heels. Ginny felt much the same as they both got their first look at each other.

“Oh wow, you look totally hot!” Wendy said, staring at the massive tits her friend now sported.

“You don’t look bad yourself.” Ginny sighed.

“Girls! Mine!” Duke shouted.

Both turned and looked at Duke, their eyes widening and their bodies visibly shivering.

“Oh wow, what a fucking stud!” Wendy shouted. She pressed her body in close to Duke, rubbing her tits up and down his chest, really pushing so she could make her nipples feel the sliding action.

Ginny grinned and boldly reached out to grasp at what Duke was attempting to hide behind his short leather warrior’s tunic. On him it nearly looked like a loin cloth at this point and Duke could feel his erection growing as the girl palmed him.

“I see our warrior is ready for a little action.” Ginny said.

Wendy continued moaning as she turned her back to Duke and rubbed up and down his entire front, nearly sinking to her knees on the carpet. She reached up, grabbed at her top and practically stretched the material, trying to get at her hot tits.

“Oooh... fuck me, Duke! I need a first mate. I need you to shiver my timbers, all night long!”

Ginny looked at Wendy and folded her arms. For a moment she looked jealous, then she grinned and looked at Duke. “Go ahead, but you’ll need to fill me in later, and I do mean fill me in. I want you stuffing me so hard I can’t fit inside my bottle, you stud.”

“Ohhh fuck, Duke, please hurry!” Wendy whimpered.

Duke’s hands quickly wrapped around the young girl’s tits and squeezed, the bodice tightening and making Wendy moan. “Ungh... I’ll show you what little sluts like you are good for. I just wish your tits were as big as hers are.”

Ginny bobbed her head and spoke. “Granted, of course. Now show the slut how to use em.”

Wendy’s eyes shot open as her bodice suddenly felt tight. She looked down and saw the stitching spreading, her cleavage in between growing deeper and more plump than she’d ever imagined. It was no longer the costume making her look this busty. She really was becoming that way.

“Ohhh... oh fuckkk... It’s soo gooood!” She screamed.

Duke lunged forward, shoving Wendy over next to the wall. He bent her forward, allowing her to rest her forehead against the sheetrock, her eyes staring down into inflating tits, her mind dripping with unfathomable lust.

He reached underneath her short leather skirt and tore her panties into pieces, letting the silky remnants drop to the carpet.

“Oh fuck meeeee... do it Duke. Fuck my slutty brains out, right here!” Wendy was completely out of commission. She needed this more than Duke needed to do it. And thankfully he gave her no argument.

Ginny watched in awe as Duke undid his tunic and the erection uncoiled into a massive display of manhood, the proportions of which she’d never seen. He stepped behind Wendy and practically lifted her legs off the floor, grabbing her by the hips and stabbing her onto his cock.

“OHHHHHHHHHHH Fuckkkkkkkkk!” Wendy shouted.

Ginny momentarily wondered where that Donnie guy was. But the show in front of her was far too entertaining to find out right now. Besides, she thought, she was next in line to ride that massive monster.

“Unghh... " Duke grunted. He began jackhammering inside Wendy’s tight pussy, filling her with more and more cock than she’d probably ever imagined. He bottomed out inside her, then shifted and sank yet another inch or so inside the girl.

Wendy dissolved into short gasping whimpers as her tits shook free from her bodice and her nipples slapped wildly against the wall in front of her. She could hardly breathe as her guts seemed to part and allow Duke further access up inside her body. She watched her tits shake hypnotically, sending her into orgasm after orgasm, her legs quaking and threatening to drop her to the floor if not for his manly hands strongly holding her up.

“Ohhh, unghhh....” Duke grunted. He was slamming Wendy harder than ever, fucking her like the weak little wench she was. He wanted to fully dominate her, to plant his seed so completely inside her as to claim her permanently as his property. She was woman, he was a warrior. He needed to make this known.

Wendy couldn’t stop shaking in pleasure as suddenly Duke slowed down his powerful lunges and grabbed hold of her. He pulled her tightly back at him, seeming to somehow sink his massive cock more than halfway up into her chest. It didn’t seem possible to her feeble mind, but then, nothing seemed as possible as what this place had done to them all.

“Hold still wench! I need to make sure you’re properly filled.”

“ooh... oh yes...” Wendy gasped. “Fill me so full. I wish you could just keep filling me sooooo full!”

Ginny giggled and walked up to Wendy, leaning forward to both tweak her nipple and whisper in the girl’s ear.

“Granted.” She whispered, turning and walking away.

Duke felt his cock twitching, readying to unleash a torrent like he’d never experienced before. As he grabbed Wendy by the hips and fully lifted her from the wall where she leaned, he huffed and let loose a growl, his climax overtaking him.

“Oh fuckkkkkk!” He shouted.

Wendy felt it too. His cock spewed forth deep inside her, much deeper than she’d expected. It seemed to simultaneously cool her insides and burn her passion to new heights. Her stomach grumbled, her tits shook, her chest ached, and then just as she thought he’d never stop cumming, a new sensation struck the girl.

“Ohhhh... oh wow!” Wendy cried out.

She felt the tightness in her throat and then suddenly there it was. Thick frothy cum spewed out her mouth, bubbling from her nostrils, flowing like a waterfall down over her chin. It cascaded through the enhanced valley of cleavage and covered the floor in thick puddling goo.

Duke leaned back, his cock supporting the girl completely, still sputtering off a few rounds of semen. As he felt the tension slowly release, he grabbed Wendy by the hips and slowly withdrew from her brutally fucked body. She slumped forward, holding herself up for just a moment, then sliding down the wall and settling with a splash in the puddle of cum she’d just made.

Ginny giggled and took just a few steps away, closer towards the entrance to the old mini-golf course.

Duke took note of where she was, then looked proudly down at what he’d done to Wendy. The teenager was splayed out, legs wide. Cum poured from her open cunt and still dribbled down her chin from her gaping mouth. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, the pleasure painted rather permanently in the big grin at the corners of her lips.

“ooohhhh...” She cooed.

Duke laughed, a big masculine chuckle. “Yo ho ho, and a slut full of cum!” He said. “Now for you, genie.”

Ginny giggled and ran off into the Halloween Horrors Maze. “Gotta catch me stud! I’m not as easy as little miss cum spewer.”

Duke sneered and strapped his tunic back in place. “A challenge.” He roared. “I meet all challenges. You will be mine soon enough!”

Meanwhile at the front of the store, Donnie was finishing off a plate of mini-pizzas. They’d been quite good, better in fact than he recalled in the past. They made him feel a little bit sluggish but it was well worth it. After all, somewhere in the store he already had some satisfied customers.

He just knew when he heard the cries of fucking, that the humans were already practicing for their party games tonight. He just hoped they didn’t wear themselves out too much.

Going to the back, Donnie loaded another tray of fresh mini-pizzas into the oven, and took one of the warming trays out with him. He’d really have to make these more often. They were exceptionally filling to a demon stomach.

As he began tearing into a new one, the bells over the door jingled.