The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Katarina was sweating profusely. She preferred to think of it as sweat, and had never understood the need that some women had to call it “perspiring”, as though the term somehow made it more feminine and polite.

Looking down at the man she was riding, Katarina felt the heat between her legs flare up once more. He was a beautiful blonde, clean-shaven, with close-cropped hair and sky-blue eyes. His jawline was strong and his build was broad, he could have easily been mistaken for her bodyguard.

But that was not his purpose.

At the moment, he was a dick-on-a-stick, but that wasn’t his purpose either. No, the man, Edward McCuk, better known as Agent McCuk, was a member if the UGA’s Law Enforcement, Special Division branch. He had been tasked to capture and arrest her, but his mission had taken a dramatic and spectacular turn.

It should have annoyed her more that the UGA had consistently underestimated her abilities. If she’d been born with a dick between her legs, all sorts of doors would have been opened for her, and no one would have thought they could challenge her. She was the most powerful Gifted alive, she was certain of it, but the UGA continued to send single agents at her as though she were a minor problem they could easily pick off their scalp.

Fuck them. She thought.

Well, actually, that’s exactly what she was doing. Or, more specifically, she was fucking one of them. When Agent McCuk had arrived at her door, pretending to be a life insurance salesman, she had known who he was before she’d even opened the door. He didn’t try to probe her mentally, he was cautious. Katarina supposed that meant the UGA was warning their agents about her capabilities to some extent.

The first to act was Katarina. She offered tea, which the agent quickly agreed to. While he was in the sitting room, she drifted about the kitchen gathering tea, cups, a kettle, water, and then settled the kettle onto the stove to boil. Meanwhile, she planned her attack.

Mental defenses. These were perfect and needed no adjustment. In spite of her power, when she first went on the lam, Katarina had found it difficult to keep up her full defenses at all times. By now, however, it was second nature. She knew she wasn’t the only one who had mastered mental fortification, but it was still a satisfying achievement.

The next question was about what probe to use. There were numerous options available to her. Katarina could seduce her way into his mind, play on his ego, slip past his natural defenses, and then seize control.

She could utilize the “battering ram” method. Crude and inelegant, it was still the most efficient way to seize someone’s mind by force if the controller was sufficiently more gifted than their target. Ramming also carried the chance, albeit a small one, of their victims’ minds breaking.

There was also the “bait-and-switch” probe. It was a classic trick, but one that most Gifted were unprepared to deal with. It involved inviting a probe into one’s own mind, giving the illusion of success to their victim. Then, when their victim got deep enough, the Gifted would trap the other person’s consciousness in the controller’s mind, giving them free reign and full control of their victim’s mind.

Whatever faults Agent McCuk may have had, he was stunningly handsome. Something deep in her gut had done a backflip when she’d opened the door, and it was difficult for her to tear her gaze away from him so that she could get the tea ready and compose her thoughts and her strategy.

The last question was whether or not Katarina felt her sex appeal was where she wanted it, given the plan she had chosen. There was a floor-length mirror on the side of one of the cupboards leading out of the rear door.

Katarina checked herself in the mirror. She was wearing a red dress which clung to her torso and hips like a body suit, with shimmering fabric that gave the appearance of the dress being adorned with ruby dust. The gown fell to the floor on one side, but the hem was cut at an angle so that on the other side it only fell just past her knees. The skirt of her dress stopped clinging to her shape past her hips, falling in a straight sheet to the floor, allowing the gown a little swish and sway as she moved.

A pair of killer black stilettos complemented the outfit by adding a certain edge to her appearance. She was only lightly made-up, but that’s how she preferred it. The woman gazing back at her from the mirror could turn the gaze of any man. Katarina snapped her teeth at her reflection. She chuckled, the jaw-snapping might have been a little overboard, but it helped her feel ready.

When Katarina returned to the sitting room, a kettle in one hand, and two tea cups in the other, she sauntered in, rolling her hips to catch Agent McCuk’s eye. Whether it was a natural interest or due to her gifts, the agent seemed to be drawn in almost immediately. It wasn’t until Katarina was shoving a full cup of tea beneath his nose that he seemed to realize he had been staring.

Taking her own tea in hand, Katarina settled down on a chair opposite the couch that Agent McCuk had been seated at. She slowly crossed her legs, causing the left-side hem of her dress to ride up so that it fell only to mid-thigh.

“Alright then, what’s your pitch?” Katarina purred to the agent, allowing her eyes to widen as though she were gullible, an easy mark for a salesman.

Agent McCuk grinned at her, “Well, the name is Thommas McEleny. I work for the Grand Estates life insurance company. As you may or may not be aware, our company is exclusive to multi-million dollar life insurance policies. We cater to a limited clientele.”

Katarina began her probe with a gentle nudge. She didn’t want to alert the agent. He hadn’t tried to probe her either, and she would have noticed no matter how sneaky he tried to be. His lack of probing only confirmed her theory that he was frightened of her. He was playing it cautious.

Under ordinary circumstances, he was playing a brilliant game. Just because one Gifted had more talent or power than another didn’t make them the de facto winner in controller battle. Lesser-skilled Gifted bested more powerful Gifted all the time. In fact, it was one of the only known methods for increasing one’s own natural, raw, Gifted talent.

If Katarina were an ordinary, but powerful Gifted, his plan might have worked. He could have slipped in when her guard was down, when the time was right. However, Katarina was anything but ordinary. An ordinary Gifted wouldn’t have detected and calculated Agent McCuk’s power before he’d even laid eyes on her. And, while most cautious Gifted weren’t afraid to make an explatory peek, just to see if the other person was a Gifted, going any further almost never happened.

Not only was it considered impolite, it also proved risky. Delving too deep into another Gifted’s mind was dangerous, for it also invited them into yours.

It didn’t bother Katarina to be rude, it was necessary for her survival. She also knew that there was no one she need fear, most Gifted who would try and peer into her mind would go mad. The rest would see only what she wanted them to see. Her control and focus was that powerful, she could multi-task and divide her attention between exploring another’s consciousness, while simultaneously defending her own, impeccably.

The agent’s defenses were up. It was at this point that most Gifted would be revealed. Even a basic defensive mental fortification was good enough to let a Gifted know when someone was in their thoughts, even if it provided no other protections.

However, Katarina had perfected a method that she called the “Whispering Cat.” It was a technique in which she attached herself to one of her target’s surface thoughts. These thoughts weren’t affected by mental fortifications in most cases, but it was difficult to attach one’s self to a thought. Any lapse in power or focus and the Gifted risked the chance of losing themselves to the thought or thoughts, separating them from their body.

Katarina had found that repeating a tight, memorable mantra was the best way to ride along someone’s thoughts and keep themselves. So she had attached herself to one of Agent McCuk’s thoughts and began to repeat: I am Kat. I am the most powerful Gifted. I’m the best. I’m a woman. And on and on it went. When she had finally bypassed the last of his mental fortifications, Katarina relaxed, and looked around.

It didn’t take her much longer to discover the agent’s lust for her, and Katarina used that to her advantage. It took a minimal amount of effort to persuade him that sex with her was the best idea he could come up with. When that thought accured, she was on top of him within moments. They couldn’t undress each other fast enough.

With Katarina’s nude body pressed up against his own, Agent McCuk’s mental defenses fell away, leaving him vulnerableto her. Fool. Katarina thought, he had no reason to feel safe, but he was hardly the first man to assume that just because a woman wanted him, that she wouldn’t hurt him. Foolish as it was, it made things convenient for Katarina, so she could hardly complain.

As Agent McCuk began to thrust himself inside her waiting pussy, Katarina focused her efforts on seizing control of his mind. The agent gasped, his eyes widening even as he slipped inside her. As easily as his cock penetrated her sex, so it was with Katarina slipping into his mind. Every thought, memory, feeling, and sensation was available to her.

“Such... power...” Agent McCuk managed to whisper.

“Quiet, minion.” Katarina dismissed him without pausing even for a moment, the agent’s lips pursed together. “Your job right now is to make me climax, that’s it.”

Obediently, the agent began to pump once more, thrusting himself inside of her, then pulling back slightly and repeating the process. Katarina did have to pause as he neared his destination. His cock was not only long, it was wide, and he filled her up in a way that she rarely got to enjoy. She was going to have some fun with this slave.

Katarina recovered from her momentary lapse and peered once more into Agent McCuk’s mind. In the intervening moments, he had attempted, feebly, to construct some sort of mental barrier, but his attention was focused on getting her to climax, his attempts fell short.

She laughed physically as she pushed past the barrier, this was fun. As Katarina delved deeper into the agent’s mind, she discovered that he was married with three kids.

His wife, she suspected, had been allured to him via his Gifts, and, sure enough, she discovered evidence of such in his memories, plans to invade her mind and turn her interest in him on. It amused Katarina, he was hardly the first Gifted to use their powers to attract a mate. In fact, for many it was a “rite of passage” into comming of age in the Gifted world.

While society said that boys became men and girls became women at eighteen years of age, the UGA did not recognize any member as a full-fledged adult until they had passed 25 years of life, and succeeded on their trials.

Before Katarina had been labeled a threat, she had been officially recognized as an adult by the age of 16, such was the prodigious nature of her powers. Katarina continually impressed teachers and mentors, quickly outstripping not only her peers, but much more experienced Gifted as well. For awhile, she had been bathed in praise, adoration, and her ambition only grew.

Then the shoe dropped.

Katarina had used her powers to seduce another Gifted, an older and well-respected Gifted who was her mentor, but needed some... persuasion to admit his feelings for her.

“Oh... Oh...” Katarina’s thoughts were scattered again for a moment as she hit her first orgasm.

Agent McCuk’s cock was deep within her, so that her pelvis rested on his. She had continued to move even as she explored his mind, so that they created a sinuous rhythm that allowed the agent to slide in and out, rubbing up against her clit and that sweet spor just inside.

Katarina had been run out. The official reasoning was that she had abused her powers and endangered the reputation of the Gifted with her recklessness. The truth was that they were afraid of her. When she was an obedient little pet that performed tricks at their request, she was beloved and adored.

When she asserted her own wants and desires, she became a threat.

It wasn’t long before Katarina could feel that the agent’s climax was coming. A side-effect of being in someone’s mind while simultaneously having sex with them was that she could also feel their pleasure. In fact, she could feel every sensation they felt during the intercourse.

The subtle squeeze of her pussy around his cock, the rock of his hips as he thrusted and thrusted, she could feel all of it. Which also meant she could feel that distinct, but difficult to describe feeling pre-ejaculation. It was different from how the build-up felt for a woman.

It had been a creepy experience the first time it happened, and it wasn’t something that had ever been brought up in her Gifted training, so she wasn’t sure if it was something that Gifted often did. However, she ended up finding that she liked it, and entered the minds of her partners regardless of whether or not there was information that needed to be searched.

Agent McCuk was getting close, but he would not be filling her with his seed. Using the power she had assumed over his mind, Katarina shut off the connections that would allow the agent to climax. He would be stuck at “ready to blow” until Katarina’s say-so.

It was a cheap trick, but Katarina had learned a long time ago that her enemies wouldn’t play fair. Why should she? Katarina stood for herself, everyone else was a toool to be used, prey to hunt, or garbage to be tossed aside.

Even with Katarina’s fitness, she could only go on for so long. She had expected this moment, she wouldn’t be able to hide in one place forever. But she never imagined it would be so profitable.

Sliding off of the agent, Katarina cupped her hands at the tip of his cock. With a quick though, her block against his climax was no more and his semen surged out, as though it had been waiting the whole time. Impatient to fill her. That wouldn’t be happening of course, Katarina had different plans for his seed.

The agent shuddered as he felt the sweet release of orgasm. Unlike Katarina’s climax, his was focused intetly around his groin. Katarina was ready with her hands as his warm gunk filled them, slipping through the gaps in her fingers and the space between her index finger and thumb. It was gross, but the goal was worth it.

“Agent...” Katarina whispered, lifting her cum-filled hands. “You’re going to be very useful for me.”

“Unnnhhhh?” was all that Agent McCuk was able to get out. It didn’t seem to register with him that his cover had been blown, he’d been made. In his post-climax haze, little mattered.

“But first, I want you to... eat.” Katarina’s grin was positively cheshire as she lifted her hands all the way up to his mouth.

“Whaaa?” Agent McCuk gazed at her questioningly.

“Eat.” Katarina commanded.

The agent was helpless to resist her power and Katarina watched in grim satisfaction as he began to eat his own cum out of her hands. When he finished, he lifted his gaze to meet hers once again. There was hate mixed with revulsion in his eyes. Katarina might have felt guilty back before she broke, but she rarely felt anything these days.

When Katarina had been accused, she had felt rage. So much rage. And despair, for she had dreams that were dashed as soon as they turned against her. It had been like watching glass shatter in slow motion.

“I need an inside man, and that man is going to be you.” Katarina pursed her lips as she mused, “But I can’t continue to use my power over you, they’re sure to check for that when you return empty-handed.

So we’re going to use a little-known technique known as self-hypnosis. Most Gifted don’t use their powers on other Gifted, and those that do, generally aren’t trying to hide what they’re doing. But I learned all sorts of things that other Gifted, even twice my age, were never taught. Self-hypnosis is something that appears only as your normal thoughts, which means you can mask it.”

The silence that followed her words was remarkable. Never had her house seemed so empty, so quiet. Katarina stared at the man beneath her. Cum still dribbled down his lips, the hate was still in his eyes.

“What makes you think I would do anything to help you?” Agent McCuk spat at her.

“You won’t have a choice.”

“I don’t have to hypnotize myself though. Fuck you. Do whatever you want to my mind, let my colleagues find it.” The agent’s glare was piercing.

“Wrong.” Katarina’s lips quirked into a smile. “I can make you, and I will.”

With that said, Katarina slipped off from on top of Agent McCuk, choosing to take up a spot beside him on the couch. She probed his mind once more, and began to stroke his softened cock. The agent groaned.

You want to serve me. Katarina whispered into his mind. You want to be my lapdog. My spy.

No. Agent McCuk fought out in his thoughts. I am not. Will not.

Katarina chuckled as her hand continued to pump, she lifted her other hand to run her fingers through his hair.

Oh, this is rich. You will serve me. Katarina commanded. She felt the agent’s mind quail a little.

You will serve me. You will be my spy. Katarina pressed.

I... m-must... no! I will not... was the response. Bitch!

My spy. My servant. Your soul belongs to me. Katarina narrowed her eyes.

I will... must... serve. Agent McCuk broke.

You will hypnotize yourself into serving me. Katarina commanded.

I will hypnotize... myself. To serve... you.

With that, Katarina went through the process that would need to be done. Agent McCuk had to use very specific words and phrases. Not only to ensure he served her and only her, but to preserve her anonymity, to hide any indication that he was under someone’s sway.

It went deeper, however. Katarina still had to put him under her sway in order to get him to hypnotize himself. That had to be obscured, hidden. Ultimately, he was released from her control, but it was merely a formality at that point, for he had given her everything.

Katarina’s eyes drank in the sight of Agent McCuk as he prepared to leave. Cleaned up, re-dressed, he looked every bit the man he had been when he’d entered her home, but it would have been difficult for him to be any more different. He’d changed allegiances, and he would be feeding her constant information. The agent would also plant false leads, starting with informing his superiors that she had fled from the place.

They would want to turn her home over, of course, but they were already laying plans for how to forge such a search. Things were continuing to go her way. Maybe, just maybe, Katarina’s heart felt the soft flutterings of joy.