The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Erin tried to walk past the bar. It was a mistake to come this way. The voices carried onto the street, spilling out with drunken laughter and high spirits. She was starving, and the feast inside smelled delicious. Body spray and perfume, musk and sweat, alcohol and youth drew her irresistibly towards another night of damnation. She’d managed just under a week this time, and before that she’d only been supping on wasted druggies. They were already gone, keeping her conscience from being so uppity.

‘Leave. Leave now,’ a little voice in her head nagged. It must be from the angel on her shoulder. The devil on the other was winning.

She looked up at the bouncer and smiled as she handed over her license. The picture was horrible, all hair and no makeup and that silly, manic smile that everyone has when they’ve been standing in line for hours when they’d rather be anywhere else. He grunted and handed it back.

‘Don’t do this! You’ve been so good!’

She whipped out the cash, got the stamp and floated in without really noticing.

‘No! You promised yourself!’

The intensity of emotion inside the crowded bar was too big a distraction to listen. The bar was lined with people. She squeezed in to get a drink, something non-alcoholic and sweet. A buzz got in the way of a good feeding. A college kid stared down at her chest, covered in only a tank top, and offered himself up as the first mark.

“Watcha drinkin’?” He smiled nervously. How cute. And how worthless. She needed someone strong and confident.

Erin smiled at him anyway. “Shirley temple. Driving tonight.”

“Oh? Where’re your friends?” The bartender stepped up and just looked at them. “Three Coors Lights and a shirley temple.”

“$7.50.” The guy put down a $20.

He turned back. “Jay, by the way.”

“Sandy. No friends.” Erin took the drink. “Thanks!” She turned and walked further into the crowd. Drivers drank free, and the bartender hadn’t charged for the wussy drink. It even had those straws that non-alcoholic beverages come with, signaling either a wimp or a driver. She sipped through them and closed her eyes, reaching out for someone worthwhile. Her senses flitted deftly among the gathered mass of minds, tasting here and sipping there, breathing over and swirling the flavor of each to discern it’s worth.

‘You can still leave. These people don’t deserve this.’

A crowd in the back, past the pool tables, seemed promising. Three or four prospects were there, and with an odd number of guys and gals someone would be an easy mark. She moved to the outside of the tight cluster around a table and looked for a good way in. Her focus was off, though, because of her hunger and the delicious meals served in front of her. She nearly lost it and grabbed someone. She took a deep breath, steadying herself.

‘They’re all people here! They have lives! Goals! Aspirations!’ The angel knew it was fighting a losing battle, but it was going to keep trying.

Two extra guys, and they were already checking her out. Both were at the end, ready to stand up. She lowered her head and smiled up coyly.

“Hey Masha, I know you’re smart, I know you’re hot. But biotech geeks that spend all day in a lab are prude. It’s that simple.” Some big hunk against the wall smiled at one of the women in the middle.

“Really, Jason?” Russian accent. Very beautiful. Erin looked at the speaker. Masha’s face was turned away. She looked back at the two hotties on the end. They’d turned to the conversation. “Asshole! I’m not a prude.” She sounded more joking than pissed.

“Yes you are.” Another guy chimed in. “You sit over your lab equipment all day. You come out with us and don’t talk to anyone and keep your hair tied up and hide in your baggy clothes.”

“Fuck you.” Masha pulled out her hair tie and shook her head. “Prude.” She slipped off her stool and walked straight towards Erin. Erin turned to see black hair outlining dark eyes and beautiful features. “Hi, honey.” She didn’t have time to notice anything else before Masha had slipped her hand behind Erin’s neck and dove in for a kiss.

At first Erin wanted to pull back. She didn’t generally swing this way unless she was desperate. Then the full flavor of the energy behind the lips hit her and she softened to the assault. A tongue forced it’s way into her mouth and she felt a hand grab her ass. The conviction and purpose lit up her senses and reflexively a tendril shot out to begin drinking it in. She felt the body pressing against hers flinch with the mental touch.

A trickle of delightfully pure passion bubbled down the link. This close, Erin could see into Masha’s unsuspecting mind. She saw the struggle in Moscow to make ends meet, the resolve and character to make it into the university, the drive to come to America and live the dream. In the center of it all, glowing so brilliantly it hurt to sense, Masha had will.

‘Leave it alone! Let her be! She’s a wonderful person who’s worked so hard!’

Erin was an addict that scored after making do with methadone. She trembled in anticipation. The angel couldn’t stop this now.

The gentle controls set themselves almost reflexively. Erin pushed a little at the defiance in Masha that welled up at the jibes and let it overtake the playful attitude that had actually gotten her off the stool. Letting it slide in a certain direction, using the pleasure in the connection, Erin lead Masha to want to show them up even more. Masha kissed down Erin’s neck and up to her ear, gently suckling on the lobe. Erin’s eyes fluttered shut and she let out a soft breath. The mental pleasure mixed with the physical stimulation and flowed down her chest, trailing warmth as it went. It continued down and she clenched, feeling the juices start to flow. She couldn’t help but speed this up. More tendrils shot out, widening the connection and letting more of the succulent energy through. Masha gently moaned in harmony with Erin, both feeling the rising intensity.

The controls tightened further without thinking. Erin steeled herself, fighting the desire to suck the willful girl dry right there. It was simply too public. She let a thought flow down into Masha’s head. The dark haired beauty turned and pulled Erin out of the bar. Masha’s apartment was only a block away. They ran once they were outside, still holding hands and giggling. Inside the building, Masha gave her a soul kiss in the entryway before clicking the code. The elevator mirror steamed up before they reached the ninth floor, and an older couple gave them reproachful looks as they dashed out and down the hall.

The key hit the floor twice. Erin trailed her hand over Masha’s tight butt each time she bent over. It didn’t help speed things up. Masha finally got it in and twisted quickly. The door fell open as Erin shoved her in with a deep kiss. They stumbled into the bedroom, flinging pieces of clothing as they went. Erin pushed Masha onto the bed and crawled on top of her, brown hair mixing with black, blue eyes staring into dusky brown. She cocked her head and leaned in, lips mashing together as their tongues intertwined. The link widened further. Masha melted into the bed and spread her legs, exposing her leaking mons.

The voice was little more than a whisper. ‘You’ve done it now.’

Erin didn’t care. Couldn’t care. She broke the kiss and started licking down the girl’s body, taking time with each sensitive spot she could find. Masha let high-pitched whimpers out with each new assault, one tone for her breasts and nipples, another for the crease of her elbows, yet another for the line of her hips that curved into her groin. She floated on the ever-increasing waves of pleasure, unable to do anything but accept her lover’s ministrations.

The connection between their minds flooded open. Erin devoured the precious, strong, wonderful will as fast as she could. Her hunger would not let her slow down and savor the delicious flavor. Masha whimpered as the loss became apparent, the thrill of giving such a defining part of her overtaking any bubbling fear that might arise now that she fully understood what was happening. She had no desire but to feed this woman, be her victim, her meal.

Erin flipped around, straddling the boneless woman. “Eat me.” The command rang through Masha’s emptying mind. It expanded to swallow the open cavity left by the draining will, quickly becoming the dominant thought. Masha found herself obeying, rising to bring her unskilled mouth to the lips above her. She gently licked, trying each motion that she enjoyed, learning how to make her lover respond. The moans into her sensitive clit let her know she was learning quickly.

Erin felt the joy of the starving being fed as she sucked away on Masha’s character and her crotch. The lapping at her own dripping lips and swollen clit added to the passion of the feast and she quickly clenched in climax. Her body shook and she shouted into the other woman as another surge crested. Masha felt her own tide peak, releasing wave after wave of sinking bliss. She disappeared into pleasure as she felt the last of her will flow out. She floated in emptiness, the words the only thing left in her mind.

“Stop.” Erin pulled off, flopping to the side. She hummed, happy, full and sated. Masha stayed with her head up where it had been to service. “Lie down.” Masha did. Erin cuddled up to her.

‘See? You’ve ruined her.’ Erin snuggled a little closer. ‘She’ll want it again, if she ever recovers.’

‘Shut up.’ Erin sensed the lack of will, the dying embers left in the beautiful dusky woman.

‘You’ll have to stick around to make sure nobody takes advantage of her. Hopefully it’ll be fast, unlike the last one. Weeks you were stuck.’

sigh ‘Yeah. I know.’ Erin ran her hand down Masha’s prone form, gently taking in her beauty. ‘I enjoyed that. Just like I’ll enjoy this, every time I take her.’

‘While it lasts. Each time she’ll be less, until she stops reviving. Just like all the others.’

‘Maybe she’s different.’

‘She’s not. You know that. She’ll never be the same. She needs this now. Nothing matters more than feeling this way again, until she’s like this permanently.’

A tear slipped down Erin’s cheek and hit the bed. ‘I... I know.’ She caressed Masha’s slack face. ‘I’ll love her, just the same.’

‘Just like you always do.’