The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Melanie Lore loomed over four entangled bodies. She was clad only in her black and brown leotard, one hand cupped over her ever wet sex, another idly playing with her hair. While Lore slowly converted Alexxa Vance, a girl with a football player’s legs, a weightlifter’s shoulders, and the personality of a spoiled princess, into the glory of haigure, plump Hedy had managed to put the Delisle sisters, Noriko and Alrene, into a deep trance.

Alexxa Vance had been converted while she wore a white dress, hence why her leotard was as white as a cloud, so sleek and perfect that no crease formed when Alexxa moved; with the crotch cut higher than usual, the leotard all but dug inside her sex. The colour didn’t suit her strong body, but it matched her eyes, which had become white in the process.

Alexxa Vance was now kneeling on the floor, her face pressed against Hedy’s leotard covered sex. What she was doing if she couldn’t quite reach the bigger girl’s sex was something Lore didn’t care to know. Instead she turned to the sisters. Noriko was doing the haigure pose, chanting blissfully as her striped fuchsia and green leotard bubbled over Arlene’s body. Soon enough Arlene’s flower-print dress would become a flower-print, high cut leotard.

Eventually all the girls in the photo studio were worshipping haigure and one another.

A sudden suspicion bordering on paranoia seized Bor while he was pushing a stack of books to the top of an old bookcase that had seen few visitors in a long while. Apparently, people were not fond of fictional history. The suspicion grasped Bor’s attention and the results were a cascade of heavy, leather-bound books raining on top of his skull. Luckily Bor grasped the ladder’s side and managed to not fall down on his ass.

Once Bor cleaned up his mess and returned the scissor ladder back to its quiet corner in the library’s storeroom, he walked towards his small office next to the ‘crime fiction’ section.

As it turned out, his office had no walls but some large bookcases lined in a square. They were hard, black wood things stacked with books that seemed to push each other for the best spot. In the dead center of the room he had a simple desk with a simple computer on it. The room was spotless and orderly, except for a pile of papers under the desk.

Bor gave the pile a bored look and then sat before his computer. “I’ll get to you once I finish with my life.” He muttered as he started a web browser.

For a long while he stared at the screen, trying to come up with something to start his search. He typed the word ‘overcoat’ and the erased it. He sat back and stared some more until he gave out a loud sigh, “I am a hopeless detective.” He muttered and decided instead to check a webcomic to amuse himself when suddenly it hit him.

Bor quickly typed in the pub’s website, the one he frequented. The pub, called Honey Crevice for the old bee hives found in crevices in the rocks walls, had a nice little website that was part information venue, part advertisement, and part social network. There was a forum that the locals used to announce events, happenings and sometimes important news. The website had become so popular that people from the neighbouring towns had begun to use it. Bor frequented the website and could say that many of his monthly ‘chance meetings’ with women were due to the existence of this great website.

There he started his search.

“Has anyone seen a young girl wearing a ridiculous overcoat walking from...” Bor had to think for a moment. From where had the girl been walking? She had not mentioned from where, but she did mention she had family at Little Hintock; that town was some hours southeast, past a bunch of unpopulated hills and a grazing field. He stared at the screen, his hand under his chin and burrowed himself in thought. They had found her walking into the graveyard, half-asleep and not even aware of where she was. He tapped the desk with two fingers before he stood and walked toward one of the bookcase-walls of his office.

“Where is it?” He muttered, his eye roaming the stacks of books. Suddenly his face lit with amusement as he found the map he was looking for.

According to the map the town was rather small, compared to big cities, but big compared to neighbouring villages. The place extended from east to west and a bit to the southeast in an arrow shape. The map also mentioned the town was no more than nine and a half miles from one end to the other. Bor ran his finger over the poorly detailed map until he found Fairmouth Graveyard.

“So, here’s the pub,” He tapped the map and then trailed his finger along the road that led into the graveyard through the ominous gate he and his friends detested. “And here we found Cosette.” He tapped the map and then followed the road the opposite road. The road was a long, serpentine line that was framed on both sides by walls and houses, meaning that Cosette couldn’t have gone anywhere but in a straight line. Bor followed the line until he found a crossroads.

“Only one road going out of town. Nice.” Four roads made up the tiny almost unimportant crossroad: one going into the graveyard, one leading into a bunch of other roads, another into some big (compared to the modest houses around it) house, and the other one just out of town. “How strangely convenient.” Bor had to admit. How curious was it that the information he needed about Cosette’s whereabouts was so easy to find? One would think that trying to find out where someone came from without the least indication would be a much more difficult thing.

Bor shrugged the second suspicion of the day as pure happenstance.

Bor returned to his computer and wrote again, “Has anyone seen a strange-looking girl wearing a giant, dull overcoat walking into Fairmouth through the northern, dirt road from Carrera?” He posted the comment in the forum and then decided to wait for the reply by sorting out some of the papers under the desk.

As soon as he read the contents of one, yellowing paper he threw the thing across the room and decided instead to start sorting out some of the bookcases.

About an hour later Bor got a reply that confirmed his suspicions.

“Hey, turns out I am a decent detective.” He muttered as he turned off the computer and left his office to get on with the rest of his workday. He wanted to get finished early so he could go for a healthy stroll out of town.

The four newly converted haigure girls were crowding the stairs. They had permanent smiles on their faces, bliss in their hearts, and leotards on their bodies (although they were hidden under normal clothes). Hedy was wearing her formal dress, the one she had come into the studio with, while Arlene and Noriko were wearing their school uniforms, black and blue, since their casual clothes were now instruments of bliss itself. Alexxa had decided to don her jeans and t-shirt, although they were poor choices to cover the pure white of her leotard—so bright and white that if you looked at an angle you could see it through the jeans.

“You know what to do now, don’t you, haigure?” Lore said. Clad in her leotard she was squatting up and down. “Yes, haigure.” The four girls giggled in unison.

“Repeat, then. Haigure.” Lore said, her smile twisting downwards for a heartbeat. Haigure is a good exercise, she thought. The constant squatting made her sweat profoundly, splashing her already shiny leotard with liquid that made it look even more sleek than it already was. Strangely she didn’t feel tired, nor did her muscles ache. And somehow she knew that the sweating was a side effect of her body getting used to the glory of haigure. It kind of reminded her of getting used to a new climate when she travelled.

“We are to go home,” Arlene and Noriko began in unison. “And convert our little brother. And then convert our mother when she comes home and finally our father. Haigure. We are to transform all our clothing into haigure leotards and spread them all over the neighbourhood. Haigure and obey.”

“Haigure and obey.” The five women chanted.

“Haigure. My boyfriend shall be converted, and together we shall convert our friends. Haigure.” Alexxa Vance said, squirming in place. The thought of turning her older boyfriend, the man who had paid for her photos, was driving her wild. “Haigure and obey.”

“Haigure and obey.”

“My aunt will be converted. Haigure. Then I’ll be free to convert my friends. Haigure and obey.” Hedy added.

“Haigure and obey.”

Lore stared at the four girls and smiled deeply. “Now go and haigure.” She commanded and the four girls marched out of the studio.

Lore closed the door behind her and went to pick up her clothes when suddenly a hollow knock told her of someone ay the door. She cursed silently, hoping it was not the Kleiner girl. Lore thought it best to dress up, in case it was not the girl, but she was tired of covering her leotard. She needed to show haigure to the world.

Lore opened the door just a notch.

“I... I am sorry... late.” Jo Kleiner said as she reclined against the opposite wall, panting heavily.

Lore waited for the girl to catch her breath, looking down at the short thing with an annoyed look. Lore failed to notice her hand sliding down her belly towards her crotch, and a girly whisper telling her how attractive and strong Jo Kleiner was.

Jo Kleiner took a deep breath and managed. “I had an emergency and completely lost track of time. I hope I am not too late.”

“Yes you are.” A Kleiner is always late. Make her wait on her conversion. Alexxa’s voice echoed, slowly fading away.

Jo Kleiner was short and thin as a stick. Her hair was a mess, and sweat kept it tight against her neck and face. “I... I apologize. But I live at the other end of town, have no car and you know how it is on Saturday.”

I do, “Then you should’ve come earlier.” Lore was caught between sword and wall. She wanted to invite the girl in and convert her, but she also wanted to teach the young girl a lesson about punctuality. In that moment Lore cursed how haigure left the converts with so much of their personality intact.

Jo Kleiner gave out a loud sigh, interrupted by slow panting. “Look, I am truly and terribly sorry.” She began and straightened. Her white t-shirt was soaked wet and Lore noticed a sports bra underneath. “You can clearly see I’ve been desperately trying to get here. I need to take these pictures today or I won’t have another opportunity.”

Lore pondered the issue heavily. The feeling of bringing four girls into the glory of haigure was the best experience of her life; and that included the time she had underwater sex. But it all had left her drained and in need of... in need of something she didn’t know yet. Lore didn’t worry about it; it would come to her eventually, when more voices could be heard.

So Lore said something too quick for Jo to understand, retreated into her den, pressed her body against the wall, rasped on the wall if she was fumbling with a latch and called for the girl to come in.

Jo Kleiner made a face and opened the door with a slight push. She walked in and looked about quizzically for the photographer. She had taken no more than five steps when the leotard-clad Lore jumped on her. Jo Kleiner was too startled to do anything at first, but reacted as soon as she felt something sticky dribble down her back. For half a heartbeat she thought it was her own sweat; for another half a heartbeat she remembered an old television show.

Lore wrapped her legs around Jo’s waist, and her arms under her armpits and across her chest. She moaned softly at the feel of something pressing her leotard before she began chanting in Jo’s ear. Lore’s voice was no more than a whisper, at first, and then her chanting became a loud, deafening onslaught. What the fuck am I doing? Lore thought, utterly shocked at her actions.

Jo Kleiner tried to push away Lore’s legs and arms, but she had too good a hold. Instead she quickly jumped in the air, Lore’s extra weight on her back did all the work.

Lore made a sound, like a grunt and a shriek as all the air left her lungs. She squirmed under Jo’s weight and broke her grasp on the girl.

It took Lore a long while to recover her breath and to push herself off the floor. When she looked around, Jo Kleiner was gone. Lore cursed herself, I knew I was too tired for that. She walked over to the pile of clothes inside the heart of the studio and began to dress, thinking about what a horrible thing she had done. If she tells someone... no, she didn’t see anything.

Realizing that Jo couldn’t do much against her—unless she decided to charge her for assault—Lore dressed and left her studio.

As she got into her car Lore realized something very important: haigure was a virus. It took only to hear the words, over and over, for haigure to take over.

Smiling at herself for a job well done, Melanie Lore started her ride back home. As she turned right at an intersection she began to hear voices. Three, five, six ten, fourteen. Some were faint and alone; others were loud and happy, and they felt as if they were close together. And two voices, stronger than the rest, even if they were farther away, made Lore feel pride.

“I am haigure.” Lore said, moaning as she received a command.

Giggling happily, Melanie Lore decided instead to drive to the other end of town.

Elsewhere Cosette suddenly cried loudly and Amanda moaned silently. Both girls were shivering profoundly, smiles on their faces. The store’s army of saleswomen were surprised. They stood before both haigure girls, naked, their bodies stuck in the haigure pose. Their bodies had already betrayed them, but their minds were yet to break.

“More voices. More haigure sisters!” Cosette giggled, looking up at the sky as she danced in place.

Amanda was showing the clerks what they were to do. She took a bra from the lingerie section they were at and rubbed it against Cosette’s bubbling, orange leotard. Soon enough the bra turned from white to orange and from cotton to latex. “Lore’s very good.” Amanda said while she pressed a pair of stockings on Amanda’s leotard. “We shall reward her when she finishes with her duties. Haigure.” Amanda’s legs were wet and glistening with a torrent of girl juice.

“Yes. Haigure.” Cosette panted slightly. “But first we convert.” She turned to the clerks. “Do you understand what to do, haigure?”

“Yes. Haigure and obey.” The women said in unison; some voices were sobs, others were gleeful giggles.

“Good.” Amanda said and then began to crouch and extend her arms. “Better get on with it, we have things to do.”

“Haigure and obey.” Amanda and Cosette said.

“Haigure... and obey.” The clerks said in unison just before they broke the haigure pose and began to press clothes against the two haigure girls.