The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Marvelled Girl was on her knees again. The strumming in the back of her head resonated throughout her body. Looking up, she stared at her Master. Part of her wanted to punch all the little shiny teeth out of his smug grin, but that strumming urged her otherwise. Instead, her mouth descended upon her Master’s member, just as she was told. The thought of obeying sent a shiver down her chest and she could feel a wetness form between her legs.

Marvelled Girl worked her lips back and forth on her Master’s shaft. Try as she might, she was having difficulty remembering her Master’s name. Every attempt to think of Master as anything other than her controller was drowned out by the beating in her mind. Already it was urging her to put her mind to her true task, which at the moment was to take more of the precious cock into her mouth. Fighting off her gag-reflex, the fallen heroine stared up at her Master, certain that her eyes were full of lust.

Letting the cock out of her mouth with a satisfying pop, she began to lick up and down, teasing the balls. Her Master twirled a finger in her red hair, a cue that she had learned meant she was doing good. God! The thought of pleasing her Master was making her wetter. Much as she wanted to deny it, she felt the pangs of pride at her work.

She took her Master back into her mouth, sucking as much as she could. Marvelled Girl began to bob back and forth as her Master controlled her pace with a hand on the back of her head. Yes! Just like it should be, guided by her Master, the one that always knew exactly what would be good for her. Marvelled Girl felt the wonderful cock tremble and knew that her Master was close to cumming. Eagerly, the heroine teased her tongue at the slit.

Her Master grunted and suddenly her mouth was working hard to keep her lips pressed around the twitching cock. Eufloria passed through her body as her tongue tasted the first drops of her Master’s cum. It was the best thing next to the feeling of obedience. The hand forced her head toward her Master’s body, forcing more of his cock in. Marvelled Girl reveled in the closeness of their two bodies.

Eventually her Master was spent. Controlling her urges, Marvelled girl fought down the need to swallow the cum. As she had been ordered to, she opened her mouth, regretfully letting her Master’s cock free, but revealing his cum sitting in her mouth. With a commanding nod, the heroine swallowed, tasting her Master and revealing her now empty mouth.

“Good girl,” her Master remarked.

Shudders traveled through her body. The trigger phrase forced a small orgasm in Marvelled Girl. Smiling up in the rapture of it all, the slave looked up adoring at her Master. The beating was strong in the back of her mind, it always was after sex. For a moment, she wondered if her Master was up for taking her fully. He was working up to it. She would do it to. The only question at the moment was whether she would be happy or saddened. The beating became more pronounced, letting her know just exactly what it thought the answer should be.

Her Master was still arouse, which was easy enough to notice given her vantage point. Her body shivered in anticipation. The beating in the back of her mind increased. The thought of her Master finally taking her was making her so wet that there would be no resistance. No resistance, the beating caught onto that thought and pushed it louder into her mind.

Suddenly the room went red. An alarm sounded off and one of her Master’s computers was popping up several messages. Her Master turned to move towards the computer when suddenly a wall broke apart. Standing in the new entrance stood the superheroine Sharpe. A second to recognize the visitor was all Marvelled Girl or her Master had. A blur moved and Marvelled Girl’s Master was being thrown against the far wall.

Marvelled Girl was about to cry out, though she wasn’t sure if it was at the unexpected rescue or that her Master might be hurt. Before she should figure out which it was, she felt a cloth being wrapped around her naked body and a rush of cold air as her surroundings changed and she found herself out in an empty field.

A blur passed in front of her and then Marvelled Girl found herself standing before Sharpe and her Master, now unconscious and bound by several metal bars. Sharpe looked down at her, “It’s okay, Marvelled Girl. It’s all going to be okay now.” Marvelled Girl wasn’t listening however, instead she was staring at the beaten and bound man before her.

“I would like to hear you describe the events that happened.”

Marvelled Girl fidgeted on the couch she was stretched out on. It had been weeks since her rescue. It still felt all too close, as if were she to blink, she’d be back there, with that demented, twisted freak, ordering her to do things, horrible disgusting things. She closed her eyes, willing the memories to go away, the complete opposite that her friend, fellow heroine, Gypsy, was advising her to do.

Sighing, and forcing her body still, she reiterated the events: “I was out on patrol. I had heard rumors that the docks were going to be hit. Some shipment of high end musical equipment. Chump stuff really.” All of her capers was chump stuff. Gifted with limited powers, Marvelled Girl wasn’t a stand out, especially not when compared to others like Sharpe. Some acrobatics, endowed senses, and enough of a rough past to know how to fight was about all Marvelled Girl had going for her. She let the big wigs like Sharpe handle taking on the bruisers that could lift tanks up and shoot ray beams out of their arses. Marvelled Girl was not the right type to be going against... against the likes of him.

“I never expected that this was a higher end heist.” What she meant was that she did not expect him. “There were at least twenty more goons than I expected, some lower leveled strong arms, though I expect they were mainly there to help move the larger equipment.” The alleged musical equipment turned out to be stolen research, experimental devices that were deemed too harmful and were suppose to be sent out for disposal.

“After I had realized I was out numbered, I attempted to pull out, but that was whe-when I got caught.” She tried to fight down the shake, but Marvelled Girl knew that Gypsy’s blue eyes were catching every detail of her posture. “Ironically, I was able to sneak in undetected, but got caught when I tried to get out.” Marvelled Girl tried to fake a laugh, but both ladies felt how hollow it was.

“Then what happened, Amy?” Gypsy asked. The shock of hearing her true name made Marvelled Girl shake again. Amy felt like a different person now, someone that had not experienced... the things Marvelled Girl had.

The two sat in silence. This wasn’t the first time that they had hit this wall. Finally, Gypsy gently rested a hand on her friend’s hand. The two matched eyes and Gypsy said what they both knew was inevitable, “Would you let me in?” The blonde Gypsy meant her telepathy. Marvelled Girl was surprised that it had taken so long to reach this point.

“You said it was dangerous,” Marvelled Girl said, instead of voicing her true feelings.

“Yes, but we’ve talked for a long while, and I feel that we’ve gotten as far as we can with talking at the moment. After some more time, perhaps you would be willing to talk out what happened to you. However, I am not sure how long that would take. I think I can go in, in a limited fashion, and maybe just help the momentum forward.” Marvelled Girl felt a twist in her gut. Her breathing was getting harder, which was enough to end the session.

Gypsy did not like the idea of using her powers on her friend. Amy was in a fragile state and normally Gypsy would wait until Marvelled Girl was more stable. Time was not with them. While the law was willing to give the superhero community a wide leash, they were pressuring for Marvelled Girl’s captor to be brought to justice. Without Amy’s testimony however, there wasn’t enough evidence to convict.

Marvelled Girl was resting on the couch in front of Gypsy. She was listening to a tape of waves, the repetitive crash of water was calming the redhead down. Concentrating on her own mind, Gypsy, felt as she grasped the wild pack of wolves that were her telepathic powers. Leashing her power, Gypsy extended her being towards the resting heroine.

Gypsy swam, as she floated through the shadowy dark memories of her friend. Marvelled Girl was at the docks. There were goons before her moving crates of stolen goods onto trucks. Gypsy could feel the increased heartbeat of her friend as Marvelled Girl realized she was outnumbered. Turning around, the heroine moved to escape the crime scene, hopefully to get help. As she was moving from shadow to shadow, a loud crash could be heard behind her. Turning Marvelled Girl saw that the goons had accidentally broken a crate.

Glad that she hadn’t been found out, Marvelled Girl soon realized that the commotion had summoned the attention of the sentries. They would all be closing in a tight circle around her. Gypsy felt the concern and the adrenaline of her friend as if it were her own. The caped heroine quickly got to her feet and moved off quickly, hoping that she could get away before she was sighted.

Of course, since she had thought it, a sentry had rounding a corner and yelled a warning before Marvelled Girl was able to jab at his throat and flip him to his back. With another blow she was able to silence the goon, but already she could hear calls from the other men. Moving as fast as she could, Marvelled Girl dashed away from the body of the guard.

A blunt blow across her back sent Marvelled Girl hurtling. She tried to tuck and roll, but her limbs seemed to ignore her wants. Lying on her back, Marvelled Girl tried to steady her vision. As her eyes focused, a man with a concerned face peered down at her. Extending a hand as if to pick her up, a flash of purple light shot from the man’s hand and the memory vaporized.

Gypsy took a breather. Reining in her powers, the blonde lady sighed as she returned her mind to her own body. Marvelled Girl was breathing heavily. Upon remembering the face of her captor, Amy had become agitated, her body twisting about. Gypsy herself felt flushed, her mind was a cloud of Amy’s own residual emotions.

When Gypsy entered Marvelled Girl again, the memories returned again to before the heroine’s capture. Gypsy urged her friend to go forward in time, but she felt resistance. Concentrating the sound of the waves, Gypsy tried to soothe her friend. After a few moments, the sound of the crashing waves was easing Marvelled Girl’s mind.

Marvelled Girl was chained in a nondescript room. There was no memory of her traveling there. She pulled at her chains, but they were stronger than she could break. For a while, nothing seemed to happen. Then the door opened, and in came a man.

Marvelled Girl’s mind shook, vibrated as if the world was under a grand earthquake. Gypsy felt the strain of emotions, but instead of stepping out, she forced the sound of waves in, hoping that they would calm her friend. The memory stilled, some time had passed though. The room was no longer empty, there was equipment. Gypsy did not recognize any of it, but the electronics gave out a dull hum that filled the room.

The man was there as well. Gypsy felt the rush of emotions rise up in her friend, but sent the waves in again. The man seemed to be tinkering with the equipment, making different lights flash. Several times he seemed to make comments to Marvelled Girl, who was still chained and out of reach of both the equipment and the man. Gypsy couldn’t make out the words, the memories seemed muddled and hum of the machines were making it all indiscernible.

Gypsy watched, as the man continued to work, occasionally pausing his work to check on his captive. Gypsy smiled as several times, Marvelled Girl lurched up in an attempt to strike at her capture. It was good to know what Marvelled Girl had kept up a strong front given the circumstances. Of course, the blonde heroine knew that her friend would not be able to keep at it forever.

Her captor did not seemed too thrilled at her defiance. Several times, Marvelled Girl’s memories lurched as her captor used his stunning powers to knock the redhead out. The memories would return however, usually with the room filling with more equipment. With the increase of electronics, the room was starting to feel smaller, and worst the sound was disturbing Marvelled Girl’s rest.

Her captor continued to talk, and still Gypsy was having a hard time hearing it. It was most likely bragging, but his words were visibly having an effect on the captured heroine. Less and less were her struggles to break free attempted, even when the equipment was ever closer, and her captor.

Marvelled Girl’s memories became more faded, and jumpy. At times, the scene would be ripped away, and Gypsy would only be able to capture ghosts of time. Others it seemed as if hours were recalled so rapidly that she only got a sense of what occurred. Concentrating, Gypsy tried to focus her friend’s mind, tried to pick a moment to stabilize the rushing recall.

The sound of waves seemed to help Marvelled Girl. Gypsy could feel the calmness the sound produce in her friend. Slowly an image eased its pace and formed to the room with a loud booming of the machines. So much equipment running was making it much warmer in the room, Gypsy felt the heat that was causing the prisoner to sweat.

Her captor was there, talking. Marvelled Girl was listening, but still Gypsy could not make out the words. Strengthening her powers, Gypsy tried to delve deeper into the memory. Marvelled Girl’s mind struggled against the intrusion, then, with a snap, Gypsy was in.

The blond telepath felt everything. The coldness of the chains were on her wrists and feet. The sweat was slowing moving down her face. The humming of the machines were overwhelming her ability to discern much else other than the man’s voice.

“—obedient little whore. You want this. My voice is your will. I am your Master.” Gypsy was finally able to understand, and she felt the strength of the words as the vibrated with sound of the equipment. The man went on, given the heroine commands, commands on how her new being was to be. As Marvelled Girl recalled, Gypsy went along as well, experiencing it all over, just as the redhead remembered.

“Obedience is pleasure.”

“Your body belongs to me.”

“Happiness comes from serving me.”

“I am your Master.”

“Your will is slave to my own.”

“Every part of your body craves me.”

“Your purpose is to serve me.”

Onward and onward, the memories went on, no longer the rapid unrecognizable recalls. Instead, they each stood out, fleshed out in all their detail. The man’s words pounding into the ears of his captive. The sound of his words began to overtake all other senses.

“Slave.”

“Master.”

“Obedience.”

Vision came back, though the hum of the machines still filled the ears in the room. The Master was before his captive, his slave. He had a key in his fingers. Then the small metal object was flung towards the captive. It hardly mattered, no, the only thing that mattered was him, the Master.

Then commands, and the key had meaning. She had to release the shackles on herself. As the clasps opened, the slave looked up at her Master for the next order. He stood before her, a hand outreached, prepared to shoot a bolt of stunning energy.

“Undress yourself,” her Master commanded. Never had she ever shed her costume so quickly. Finally naked, she knelt down before her Master, waiting. He smiled, “Good Girl.”

Gypsy was ripped out of her friend’s mind as the rush of an orgasm struck her body. Convulsing, the blond telepath took a moment to calm her body down. Back in her mind, she attempted to sort out the images and emotions that were left from her friend. It was no easy task however, and Gypsy still feel lightheaded as she checked on Marvelled Girl.

The redhead was recovering from her own climax. Instead of stopping however, Amy had taken the chance to shove a hand down her pants and was obviously frigging herself to a second rise. Gypsy stared, entranced at the image of her friend masturbating. The blonde felt her own body twitch, wanting a repeat of the sweet release.

Shaking her head, Gypsy ignored her body’s urges. Calmly, she gently tapped into her powers, fearful of accidentally slipping in if she tried any harder and urged her friend mentally to sleep. Marvelled Girl sighed and went limp, her hand still down her pants.

Gypsy struggled the few next sessions. She had not been sleeping well the past few nights. It seemed that no matter how much she tried, her headache persisted. Amy, however, was doing better, she was able to talk a bit more about her capture. She however, sternly avoided speaking about her captor. When asked if she could identify him, she froze.

Gypsy attempted a number of different exercises, pointedly avoiding using her powers again. It had already been several sessions however, and they seemed to be at a standstill. Finally, the blonde telepath felt she was out of options.

The waves soothed Marvelled Girl, and it even worked on Gypsy’s concerns. Slowly the real world drifted off and Marvelled Girl’s memories formed up.

The first thing that was noticeable was the humming from the electronics. Oddly, it seemed as if less equipment was in the room now, but the noise was much greater. Marvelled Girl was naked and kneeling on the floor. A dull silly grin was on her face.

Gypsy shrugged off the sight of her obviously delirious friend and the urge to kneel down beside her to comfort the redhead. The door opened and in came Marvelled Girl’s Master. Gypsy felt a dryness in her mouth as the sight of the man. He was smiling at his captive, a sight that gave Gypsy’s gut a tug.

His words came out in the same muddle state as they had before. Gypsy sighed. Knowing exactly the phrases that he was using would go a long way to helping free Marvelled Girl from them. Gypsy just did not like the residual effect it had on her own person.

As she slowly increased the bond between her friend’s mind, Gypsy was caught off guard as a surge of emotion erupted from her friend’s mind. The feelings pulled at Gypsy’s consciousness, latching on and ultimately bringing the telepath along for the ride.

Gypsy’s vision formed and she found herself kneeling before the Master. She was naked, and there was a beating in the back of her mind.

“—little slut, aren’t you?” The words shook her foundation. She felt her head nodding, agreeing to whatever the voice was saying. “Good Girl.”

The phrase washed everything away. The orgasm brought pleasure and heat to her body that she had yet to experience. When the world returned, the voice was giving commands.

“When you see my cock, know that it is the best cock you’ll ever experience. You will masturbate to the sight of my cock.” She felt her eyes go wide, eager in anticipation of seeing the member. As the pants were loosened and the underwear parted, there stood the most magnificent cock she had ever laid eyes.

Quick to follow orders, her hands went between her legs. Already wet, her fingers easily slipped inside, warming her insides. Back and forth she sent her fingers, delving ever further into her folds, pretending the fingers were the cock presented to her.

Finding her clit, she strummed it like a string, teasing it before giving it a gentle but urgent rubs. Her other hand found breasts, the nipples already hard. She enjoyed the feel as she squeezed her tits in time with a hard rub within her.

The cock in front of her was growing, rising up as she felt her own body climb. As the member stood rigid, she craved to touch it. Her fingers worked harder, but she knew they were no substitution to the wonderful member before her vision. Her breathing was coming out ragged. Her body was getting close and she felt a quiver as the desire to be fucked increased within her.

She watched a bit of precum emerged. She wanted that cum, she wanted to taste it on her mouth. Let it slide over her tongue and plunge downward into her. As her fingers worked, alternating between rubs and deep thrusts of her pussy, she tried to imagine the taste of it in her mouth.

“Good Girl.”

The words broke away any dam that held her orgasm back. She crashed, her body wrecked as it spasmed against her penetrating fingers. Crying out, she felt her body give out smaller orgasms that clouded her reality.

She looked up, at him, at what she knew as her Master. She was a slave, he was her Master. The world clicked and made sense. The loud thrumming in the back of her mind pounded its pleasure of her mind’s understanding.

The cock was there, her Master’s cock. She begged to be allowed to touch it, to provide her Master pleasure. The voice stopped her, commanded her to repeat her words.

“Please, Master, let me service your cock.”

“And who and what are you?”

“I am your slave, a little slut obedient to your every wish and desire.”

“Good Girl.”

Gypsy slowly regain consciousness. Marvelled Girl was still resting before her, apparently still in the trance of the waves. She continued to re-experience her memories as evident by the redhead calling out all manner of groans. Gypsy licked her lips, the sight of her friend was stirring her own recollections of the redhead’s memories.

Just watching as the redhead gave in to the memories was turning Gypsy on. She tried to fight it off, to calm herself down. Marvelled Girl’s cry of pleasure broke her concentration. Picturing the redhead kneeling snapped back in Gypsy’s mind. The sight brought back the familiar emotions, making the blonde twitch as her body reacted. Without realizing it, the blonde telepath moved a hand between her legs, pushing aside her skirt, and pressed against her panties.

Gypsy recalled the images of the captive kneeling. Off went her panties, as she recalled the sensation of kneeling herself. Then, the sight of the cock, yes, that was it, as her fingers breached her folds. In and out, just as she wanted that cock. The cock of Amy’s captor, of her Master.

Remembering the sound of his voice, saying “Good Girl” brought Gypsy to orgasm. Her fingers stayed in, rubbing harder as she kept the image of the cock in front of her. Now rubbing circles as she pictured the cock rise, getting larger. Yes, the cock was hard, hard because she was a slut masturbating in front of him, in front of Gypsy’s Master.

When Gypsy awoke, having cum more times than she could count, she found that Marvelled Girl was still in her trance. Gypsy sorted out her clothes and then awoke Amy. The redhead looked up at Gypsy and cried. “Oh, God! The things that-that monster did to me!”

Gypsy was quick to soothe the redhead. Using her powers, she began to lock up Marvelled Girl’s memories. Now that they had been revisited, the memories laid scattered about, but Gypsy forced then back into repression, back to where they were before their sessions but ready to be released again when the telepath was ready for them.

Cleared of the troubling memories, Amy was able to get back to her feet. Gypsy drove her friend home to get some rest. She could use some rest herself, but instead she went to off to see a different friend.

Charisma, was a tall, leggy brunette that served as the DA. She was the main contact for the Supers. As Gypsy entered the office, Charisma was busy going through papers to no doubt incarcerate another criminal.

“Gypsy! An unexpected visit, especially at this hour. Tell me you have good news about Amy?” The DA looked eagerly at the telepath for good news.

“Tell me, how strong is the case without Amy’s testimony?” That soured the DA’s face quickly.

“Without Amy’s testimony, there is no case. Fact is, Sharpe isn’t a witness to anything other than a man with some electronics. Electronics, mind you, that some government shadows took away. In respect for Amy’s condition, we don’t have a statement from her yet, which means that there’s no kidnapping unless she talks. Already the defense lawyers are demanding charges to be brought, which I’m holding out for you to give me the go ahead.”

Gypsy felt her gut drop. “What would happen if Amy isn’t able to testify?”

Charisma frown, years of experience told her what the situation was likely to be.

Gypsy continued, “Perhaps I could talk with—”

Charisma cut her off, “You know that doesn’t fly. No telepaths are allowed in to see criminals. The court would dismiss the case the second I let that happen, even if we had Amy’s statement. Are you sure you can’t get Amy to talk?”

Gypsy pondered the situation. “She’s in a very fragile condition. I don’t feel like the right person to guide her further.” Biting her lip, Gypsy breathed deeply, “You would not believe the things that were done to her. If you will, I can give you a glimpse?”

Charisma’s eyes were surprised, but she softened as she saw the concern Gypsy obviously had for her friend. Taking the blonde’s offered hand, she nodded in agreement.

The first thing the DA was aware of was the buzzing of electronics in her head...

The door opened in the little interview room. A strikingly beautiful brunette came into the room. Her face however, was far from relaxed. As she sat down across the table, the man tried to use his powers to stun her, but he felt the dull block as the room’s nulling effects blocked his powers.

“I’m the DA,” the brunette started. He barely paid attention, rather trying to peer down her suit. “I’m willing to give you a deal.”

He snorted, “Oh is that right, what are you offering?”

The DA stammered, her discomfort obvious. “Well, why don’t we start with y-you or—, telling me what you want?”

He laughed again. “What I want? Alright, I want out of here, and my equipment back, and what the heck, you to get on your knees and suck me off.”

The DA’s face was flushed. “We-well, I don’t know about getting your equipment back, but... but as for the rest.”

The man was silent, waiting for anything but what happened. The DA came around the table,and hunching down on her knees, she rolled his pants down. Looking around to find a some type of trap, the man was amazed as he felt the brunette reach into his underwear to free his cock.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of it, which was enough to make him stiffen. As he entered her inviting mouth, the man was certain that this could not at all be real.

Their Master was released a few days later. During the last few days in prison, the DA was known to have made every attempt to coerce him to confess. She worked tirelessly from every angle to get anything she could from him. Without Amy’s statement though, they had no case, and he was finally freed.

The DA herself walked him out. He was planning to take a bus, when Charisma guiding him towards a car. Instead of getting in herself, Gypsy was waiting to drive her Master to, what she hoped, would be their new residence. Charisma smiled as she held the door open for him. He still wasn’t sure what was in store for him.

As he got into the car, all his concerns vanished as the blonde telepath offered to suck him off before they got going. He graciously turned her down.

They entered their new home, the first thing that he noticed was that there was familiar humming. Before him in the living room of his new mansion, were all the captured electronics he had stolen. Gypsy was eager to explain that Charisma had pulled some strings and found the location of where the government had taken away the machines. With the help of her borrowed memories, she was able to reconstruct her Master’s device.

That wasn’t all that Gypsy was able to rebuild. Kneeling naked in the middle of the living room was Master’s first slave, Marvelled Girl, eager and willing to pick up where she left off.

Their Master had only one response, “Good Girl.”