The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I sank into the hot, scented water with a glass of wine and sighed happily.

Toying distractedly with a nipple, I pondered the Richie problem.

“Some bitch conditioned him to be scared of making love to anyone else.” I sipped my wine then placed it on the bath’s side,

“He’s very strong, hypnotising him won’t have been easy. I doubt another human could have done it.”

My breathing was quickening as I felt my nipple stiffening, it was getting impossible to concentrate.

“Dammit, he got just far enough to make me horny.....”

I slid a hand down to my pussy and inserted a finger, rubbed it over my clitoris, felt the tingling heat building. I gave in to the pleasure and came with a gentle cry.

The coital afterglow was spoiled by the worrying thought that an alien had been controlling Richie for two years. A rogue Nest agent was possible but unlikely. I knew of several species able to exercise that kind of control. The Cobras seemed most likely. We had fought them in the past and won, but with considerable loss of life.

After about ten minutes, I decided to get out of the bath. I towelled myself dry, slipped into a bathrobe and returned to the lounge. I knew the Cobras were good, but conditioning of this kind would take constant reinforcement. He did, I remember, spend his Monday afternoons visiting his sister. She lived in a tower block at the edge of town.

RICHARD

I found myself outside Fay’s door the following afternoon, she opened the door and smiled,

“Hiya, sweetheart. Come in, I made coffee.”

She was wearing baggy sweater and jeans. I was grateful for her efforts not to get me aroused. Pointless until we found out what was going on, although she was still incredibly beautiful. We sat in the kitchen, drank coffee and chatted about this and that. Eventually Fay finished her coffee and said,

“Richie, I want to try hypnosis again.” she grinned, “I already planted a trigger in your subconscious, so there’s not much you can do, anyway. But it’s nice to be polite.”

I shook my head and returned the grin,

“Okay, let’s get started.”

FAY

I said,

“Richie, emerald green.” His eyes went blank,

“Sleep.” his eyes closed and I took him into a light trance,

“Richie, where do you go on Monday afternoons?”

He struggled to speak. Damn, whoever had him conditioned was good. I took him as deep into trance as I could. Eventually, I ascertained that he visited a woman called Camille who was definitely not his sister. I already knew where she lived, so it was just a case of paying her a visit, soon. Before I woke Richard up, I said,

“Forget what’s happened. I didn’t hypnotise you, we just drank coffee.”

RICHARD

Fay was looking at me with a puzzled expression,

“Hey Richie, you were miles away then. Perhaps we should not bother with the hypnosis. You were really distressed, yesterday.”

She leaned over to kiss me,

“I’m going to be busy all week during the days. So, I’ll pop round tomorrow evening. I’ll bring beer and takeaway.”

I wanted her so much but knew it was pointless to try, until we’d solved the mystery of my apparent impotence.

I slept fitfully that night. Woke at about six in the morning. Sighed and went to the bathroom. I knew today was special but couldn’t remember why. After breakfast, I sat in front of the tv and watched the morning news programme.

I spent the rest of the morning, tidying up the apartment. It felt as though I were outside my body watching myself work. At one o’clock, I had a light lunch and drove over to Drake Towers. I didn’t want to go but couldn’t help myself. I just watched my limbs move of their own volition to a door in the Towers, open the door and walk in. Heard myself say,

“I’m here Camille.”

Dreamily I watched a dark haired, beautiful woman walk towards me. She was naked and I tried not to reach for her but it was impossible. I had to have her. Camille drowned me in her gaze. I heard someone speak.

FAY

I watched the woman take hold of Richard before I spoke,

“Hey bitch.” She turned to me and snarled,

“Who the hell are you?” She let Richard go, he stood by her side.

“A friend of his.” I said quietly.

She frowned,

“Nest, correct?”

“Yep, Camille?”

She nodded,

“Of the Cobras, yes.”

I said,

“One of us will not leave this apartment.”

Camille took a classic karate stance,

“Ready when you are, princess.”

I sighed, pulled out a small pistol,

Camille snapped,

“Richard, kill her.”

I fired once, shot her through the heart, she fell forward with a sigh. Richie started towards me. I said, tearfully,

“No Richie, please don’t.”

He seemed to be fighting her last command, his face was contorted.

RICHARD

I felt the urgent need to obey Camille. Fay was slipping in and out of focus. I went to my knees, the thought,

‘Kill her.’ echoed around my head, then faded. Fay came back into focus and I heard,

‘Kill her’ but the need to obey was weakening.

‘Kill her’ weaker still. I rose to one knee and hissed,

“No, I won’t kill her.”

‘Kill her’ I stood up and said,

“No.”

FAY

I was grinning from ear to ear. Must have looked really silly. I went to Richie and hugged him, then kissed him, hungrily. Broke off the kiss, I didn’t want to

succumb to my urges. Richie already had succumbed and was trying to unfasten my skirt.

I gasped,

“Richie, emerald green. Go and sit down. I just need to make a call.”

I calmed my breathing first, pulled out my mobile and pressed a speed dial number. A voice said,

“Good afternoon, Nest control.”

“I need an infestation removed from 21, Drake Towers.”

The Nest control operative murmured

“Certainly madam. What time is most convenient for you?”

I gazed at my entranced lover and grinned,

“A couple of hours will be fine.”

RICHARD

“Wake up, Richie.” I looked into Fay’s eyes and frowned,

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll explain later. We have things to do.”

“Things?”

She undid my jeans and slipped a hand inside,

“Yeah, things.”

“Oh.” I said, “Things.”

She pulled me to her, kissed me hard and hungry. I fondled her breasts through the t-shirt. She sighed, stroking me erect, then pulled my jeans down I slid her skirt and panties off, laid her on the carpet and slipped inside her warm moistness with a little moan of pleasure. Our first lovemaking was hurried, lacked finesse or style but was absolutely glorious.

FAY

Afterwards, I lay by my man’s side for a while before murmuring,

“Need to take a quick shower.” He smiled. I said,

“On my own.”

Ten minutes later, I re-emerged from the shower room. Richard was sat in a tub chair, still naked, studying Camille with detached interest. I asked him,

“Do you remember much about her?”

He shrugged,

“Not really. It’s like trying to piece together a broken mirror.” he ran both hands through his messy hair, “I knew it was wrong, but couldn’t stop myself...”

I calmed him down, made him get dressed. We left the building and got into his car. He protested

“But what about her?”

I shushed him,

“There’s a removal team coming to deal with that.”

Richard seemed to give up at that point and concentrate on his driving.

RICHARD

Fay led me into her room and sat down beside me,

“There are things going on, Richie.” I looked over her shoulder,

“Who the hell are you?”

A man stepped from the kitchen. Fay rolled her eyes,

“Johnson, what are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer other than to remark,

“Is he conditioned?”

Fay nodded,

“Yes, he is.”

Johnson said,

“Very well, the body has been removed. No activity reported.”

Fay asked,

“Was she the wasp?”

Johnson nodded,

“Yes, the crew found pen files full to the brim with data about the Nest.”

He looked at me, again,

“Richard Blake, do you understand what has happened?”

I said, tightly,

“No, Fay was about to explain....”

He cut me off with a raised hand. Spoke to Fay,

“Fay, you know what has to be done. It’s time to go, there’s a situation in Jamaica. You’re needed there.”

She crossed her arms and said,

“Kendra could deal with that. She’s a good agent.”

Johnson covered his eyes wearily,

“You love this man, don’t you?”

Fay was quiet, then said,

“Yes, yes I do. He’s a decent human.”

FAY

Johnson had the irritating habit of being right. Standard procedure would be to take Richard into deep hypnosis, remove all memories of me, then move on. He’d never know anything had happened. But Johnson had realised the problem, I actually did love this human. That being the case, it would be impossible for me to carry on as a Nest agent.

I turned to Richard,

“There’s a lot I need to tell you. What’s wrong?”

He simply pointed to the open door. Johnson had gone.

“Damn.” I muttered, “Oh well, he’ll be back at some point.”

I gazed at Richie,

“In the meantime. Come here, you.”

“Oh, very seductive.”

I glared,

“I can make you do whatever I bloody want.”

Richard came over to me. Bit my ear and whispered,

“You really think you need mind control?”

I began to undress him and smirked,

“Nope, but it’s more fun.”