The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Genevieve was a pious woman.

She had been raised a Catholic, and her Abuela had instilled many godly virtues in her growing up. Her Abuela had also been horrified when Genevieve married a Protestant man and converted.

Still, she had thrown herself into her life with Clyde. And when he died a mere two years into their marriage, killed in a car accident, she had turned to her new church community for guidance and help. Reverend Stevens had given her a job in the church to support herself, and she’d become a well-known face in her religious community.

And here she was years later, 39 years old, with no husband and no children, having organized a protest of a Satanic shop that she’d recently learned was in her own city; practically in her own backyard! Genevieve shuddered to think of what would happen if children who didn’t know any better had wandered in and found themselves drawn into the devil’s clutches.

In her little apartment, cooking dinner for herself, she opened up her laptop and fired off an e-mail to the church mailing list.

Subject: Protest of the Shop of Unearthly Delights

Message: Great job today, everyone who showed up for the protest! Remember: the employees of the shop may be too far gone for us to change them, but that doesn’t mean we can’t warn any potential customers! If the people of the shop can’t sell their demonic charms to innocents, they’re bound to close sooner or later! The next protest is tomorrow at 11am. I hope to see you all there!

As Genevieve retrieved the chicken she was cooking and began to eat, turning on Gilmore Girls on Netflix as she did, she heard a knock on her door.

Curious, she stood and headed out to see who her visitor was. In the hallway was an older man with salt and pepper hair, and faint wrinkles on his face that somehow made him seem dignified rather than old and frail.

“Reverend Stevens!” Genevieve said, opening the door. “What a pleasant surprise! Please, come in. Can I get you anything?”

The Reverend smiled and stepped inside her apartment, and Genevieve saw that he was accompanied by someone. A young black woman, with short dreadlocks and glasses, who smiled shyly at Genevieve.

“Gen, this is Cindy,” Reverend Stevens said. “She’s a very bright young lady, who’s going to be helping out with the church soon. I had the most fascinating conversation with her earlier.”

It was strange that the Reverend would invite this girl into the fold so quickly after meeting her. And he had to have met her recently; Genevieve knew everyone in their community. Still, she supposed that Reverend Stevens knew best.

Genevieve apologized and explained that she was just eating dinner, but the Reverend refused any food or drink she offered him. He just wanted to talk with her.

“God gives us many gifts,” Reverend Stevens said.

Genevieve nodded. “Yes, he does.”

“Life, of course, is the greatest gift of all,” the Reverend continued. “Much of my ministry has been about preparing your souls for what comes after life, the eternal life. But I have realized that I have been negligent. I was so focused on the spirit, that I neglected its vessel. The physical body that God has given us. It is tantamount that we care for it. After all, to defile it would be the greatest insult to He who gave us life.”

Genevieve nodded. She went to the gym three times a week, and had been diligent to make sure her body was fit. Though a few crows feet had appeared around her eyes, she still maintained a healthy appearance, and looked to all the world like a dignified and proper woman.

Her greatest vanity was her hair. Genevieve took great care of her hair. It was a dark brown, wavy, and bounced like a young woman’s. She was also proud of her breasts. She used to wear D cups, though after losing some weight she’d dropped down to C’s, but her breasts still remained firm and buoyant. But this pride was tempered by dislike of lustful looks she received when displaying them, and so Genevieve rarely wore anything that revealed her cleavage.

“Like our souls, our bodies have needs,” Reverend Stevens said. “These needs were placed there by God. A need for food. For shelter. For companionship. God built our bodies to require these things, and if we were to deny it, then surely we would be spitting in His face.”

That made sense, Genevieve supposed. Though she if perhaps companionship was better described as a spiritual need rather than a physical one. Unless the Reverend meant… no, that was ridiculous.

“Now, I’ve been speaking with Cindy here about this matter.” the Reverend and cindy were sitting side-by-side on Genevieve’s couch, and as he spoke, Reverend Stevens placed a hand on Cindy’s knee. The girl was wearing a red dress with a white cardigan, and her knee was bare. “We believe we have found a way to better guide the community to care for their bodies. But we need your help.”

Genevieve nodded. “Of course, Reverend, I’ll help in any way I can.”

Reverend Stevens smiled, and a small part of Genevieve’s mind recognized something in that smile. Something dangerous. That part of her screamed at her to get out. To leave while she still could. But Genevieve ignored it. Why should Reverend Stevens scare her? There was no reason to be afraid.

“I need your laptop,” Cindy said. “You put together a community mailing list. I’d like to send out an e-mail outlining a new prayer.”

“We would greatly appreciate it,” Reverend Stevens said.

“O...K.” It was a strange request, Genevieve had to admit. But she owed Reverend Stevens so much, and he had never steered her wrong before. If there was anyone in the world that Genevieve trusted completely and utterly, it was him.

It didn’t take long for Cindy to send out the e-mail.

“What kind of prayer is it?” Genevieve asked.

Cindy smiled and turned the laptop to show Genevieve. “See for yourself.”

Genevieve caught only the faintest hint of some kind of shape, but she couldn’t make it out, and then everything became a blur.

She awoke the next morning with only vague memories. Reverend Stevens and a girl named Cindy had come to her apartment, she knew that much. There was something about a new prayer that Cindy wanted to show the community. After that, though, Genevieve couldn’t recall much of anything.

There were bits and pieces. Images of the Reverend and Cindy… No, that was insane. Genevieve had to have dreamed that. The wetness between her legs when she awoke seemed to confirm that. Genevieve shook her head. These sinful dreams she had sometimes were so embarrassing.

As Genevieve got ready for the day ahead, she remembered to check her laptop. There was the new prayer Cindy had sent out. The e-mail explained the importance of caring for one’s body, and making the body received pleasure. After all, pleasure was the purest expression of God’s love. Below this preamble were the instructions for a new prayer. Genevieve read over them. They seemed to make sense.

There was a good turnout for the protest today. That boy who worked in the shop didn’t seem very comfortable having to walk past them to get to work, but Genevieve didn’t mind that. He was a peddler of sin, after all. A little discomfort was what he deserved.

Her friends Lacey and Alice were there as well. As the sun began to go down and the protestors dissipated, Genevieve chatted with her pals.

“That was so exhilarating!” Alice said. “We’ve done the Lord’s work!”

“We have!” Lacey agreed. “And tonight, I’m going to give that new prayer a try!”

“I tried it this morning. I felt so peaceful and closer to God!” Alice told her friends. “Thank you for sending that out, Gen!”

“That wasn’t really me,” Genevieve told her. “The Reverend came by last night with a girl named Cindy. She proposed the prayer and sent it out to everyone.”

“Well, this Cindy girl is blessed,” Alice said. She smiled, and her eyes took on a far-off quality. “I’ve never understood my body so well.”

Genevieve resolved to try out the prayer as soon as she got home. No sooner had she closed her door behind her than she had stripped out of her clothes and laid down on her bed. She spread her legs and began massaging herself down there. It wasn’t long before she felt the divine pleasure spreading through her.

“I love God,” the gasped. “I love pleasure. I love God. I love pleasure.”

As her rhythm sped up, so too did Genevieve’s chanting.

“I love God! I love pleasure! I, oh, love God! I love… I love pleasure! I, ah! I love, ooh! Oh yeah! I love pleasure! I love pleasure! I LOVE PLEASURE! I LOVE PLEASURE! OH YES! I LOVE! YES! I LOVE PLEASUUUURE!”

The orgasm rocked her body, and Genevieve lay on her bed, panting, for what seemed like hours. Her head felt so light. But then a strange thought entered her head.

Was there a new e-mail from Cindy?

She didn’t know why she would wonder that. It wasn’t as if she’d given Cindy the password to her account. Had she?

Still, Genevieve climbed out of her bed and, still naked, sat on her couch, opening up her laptop. There it was. An e-mail, apparently sent from her own account. So it seemed she did give Cindy access. She opened the e-mail, and immediately she found her body writhing with pleasure.

The protest the next day drew less of a crowd, and those who did show up were less interested in denouncing the sinfulness in their city, and more interested in discussing the new prayers that Cindy had been sending out.

“My wife and I,” Mark, an older member of the congregation, was explaining, “we’ve never felt so fulfilled. I was inside her all night! Nothing could stop us! It was all so perfect!”

“I know what you mean,” Alice told him. “Jason and I were at it all night too. I felt sorry for Jimmy at first, all alone, having to listen to his parents pray, but then I remembered that the girl next door also goes to our church, so I called up her parents. They hadn’t checked their e-mails, so they were confused, but once the family saw them, they had no problem letting Jimmy pray with their daughter. Oh it’s so wonderful how close everyone has become!”

“I… wasn’t able to pray with anyone,” Genevieve said, suddenly conscious of how alone she was.

“Oh, Gen!” Lacey said. “The divine pleasure is great by yourself, but you haven’t really experienced it until you’ve prayed with a cock!”

The word sounded strange coming from Lacey’s pious lips, but Genevieve felt a thrill run through her as soon as it landed upon her ears. Yes, she needed to pray with a cock.

But where would she get one? Perhaps… perhaps the Reverend would be kind enough to lend her one.

Genevieve called him on her way home. He sounded out of breath, and she thought she could hear feminine gasps on the line, but once Genevieve explained that she needed his help with the prayers, he agreed to come to place as soon as he was able.

She lay, naked, on her couch for an hour, waiting for him. She passed the time by praying by herself. Exploring the wet folds of her sex with her fingers. Caressing her nipples and kneading her breasts and sucking her own juices off her fingertips. By the time Reverend Stevens arrived, Genevieve was wild with desire.

He wasted no time at all in dropping his pants, and Genevieve gasped as his thick, hard cock sprang into view. It was divine. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, felt its warmth in her hands. Slowly, she drew her face toward. The smell was intoxicating and sharp. She kissed it, and it was like a surge of electricity through her lips. Slowly, Genevieve opened her mouth and her lips enveloped it. She felt along it with her tongue, feeling the ridges and bumps and veins. It was heaven. The taste, the scent, the feel of that wonderful cock.

Genevieve moaned. Her hands dropped between her legs and she began furiously masturbating. This was what her body was made for. This was what the Lord had made her for. It was perfection. She’d never felt so happy in her life. At last, she’d found her purposed.

The Reverend held her head in his hands and began pumping into her. He was fucking her face, and Genevieve couldn’t thank him enough. She sucked and blew enthusiastically, running her tongue up and down his glorious shaft. This was Pleasure. Pleasure was her God, and Genevieve worshipped at the altar of cock.

She felt Reverend Stevens twitch inside her mouth. Felt motion in his cock. He spasmed, and hot, bitter fluid filled her mouth. Eagerly, happily, gratefully, Genevieve gulped it all down. She sucked every drop out of the Reverend’s cock, and soon he was deflated, and Genevieve looked up at him happily, with tears in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much.”

The Reverend smiled down at her, patted her on the head, pulled up his pants, and left without a word. Genevieve went to bed masturbating, experiencing orgasm after orgasm as she replayed her prayer with the Reverend in her head over and over again, and finally sleep overtook her.

No one went to the protest the next day. Cindy’s newest e-mail cancelled it.

Instead, there was going to be a prayer meeting at Reverend Stevens house. Everyone was invited, and everyone was encouraged to take public transportation, or walk, or bike, or if they had to drive, at least carpool as much as possible.

Genevieve was so excited by the prospect of praying with the Reverend again that she had to run through her own solo prayer session. And then another one. As such, she didn’t make it to his house until a bit past noon.

Reverend Stevens and his family lived well. There home was in one of the upscale neighborhoods in the city, and was quite large with a large yard around it. Genevieve had, in the past, mused that God had provided well for the family. But as she walked up to the front door now, all she could think about was the Reverend’s cock and the pleasure it could provide her.

She rang the doorbell, and the Reverend’s wife, Susan, answered, wearing absolutely nothing at all. Genevieve found herself looking over the blonde’s body, sculpted by plastic surgery, and couldn’t help but lick her lips. Cindy’s new prayers had awakened something in her she never knew existed.

“Genevieve!” Susan said, a big smile on her lips. “We were worried you weren’t going to make it! Come in, come in! I’ve set out some boxes for people to put their clothes.”

“Of course,” Genevieve said, stepping into the house and stripping out of her dress. She folded it and placed it in one of the few empty boxes left.

Susan led her upstairs, and Genevieve could hear moans and cries of pleasure echoing all throughout the house. They passed an open door, and in the room beyond Genevieve saw Cindy, completely nude, riding the hard cock of Jason, Alice’s husband. Genevieve smiled. She was glad everyone was getting along!

In the master bedroom, she saw a ring of nude women kneeling in a circle around the bed. Alice was on the bed on all fours, moaning and gasping as the Reverend ravished her pussy. Genevieve felt her fluids gushing from her own sex. Oh how she wanted that cock inside of her!

“Genevieve!” Reverend Stevens greeted her. “I was just finishing up with Ms. Reynolds here. Her husband is being sent away soon.”

“Away?” Genevieve asked.

“He’s, ah! Joining with, ooh, the Pleasure!” Alice gasped out. “She is—Oh god!—granting him trans-trans-YES-transcendence! OH!”

Alice arched her back and cried out, and the Reverend Stevens thrust into her one final time, grunting as he did so. Alice fell off his cock and slid limply off the bed, gasping for breath as she did.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

“Genevieve, honey,” Susan said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “It’s your turn.”

Words couldn’t describe the happiness Genevieve felt as she climbed up on that bed and assumed the same position that Alice had. When she felt the head of the Reverend’s cock parting her lower lips, her world became ecstasy. She cried out in pure bliss as he began pumping into her.

Time seemed to have no meaning, and Genevieve had no idea how long she kneeled there with the Reverend inside her, but eventually she saw Cindy step into the room. White seed spilled from her bare pussy, running down her leg, as she stepped to the ring of women, those kneeling closest to here turned and began to happily lap the cum off her inner thighs.

“Genevieve,” Cindy said. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Thank you!” Genevieve gasped. “For m-m-making this happeeeeeeen! Cindyyy!”

Cindy smiled and stepped forward, leaning onto the bed. “Call me Velvet,” she said. “It was my name before I took this body, and it still remains mine.”

Genevieve didn’t know what she was talking about but nodded anyway; or tried to at least. The motion of the Reverend inside her was sending her whole body moving.

Cindy; no, Velvet; clasped her hands over Genevieve’s cheeks and kissed her. The whole world went white, and Genevieve screamed into Velvet’s mouth.

When the intensity of her orgasm had subsided, Genevieve numbly realized that Velvet was still looking at her, a predatory grin on the woman’s face.

“I have a job for you,” Velvet said. “A mission to spread the power of Pleasure.”

“Anything!” Genevieve moaned.

“There is a young man named Travis who works at that shop you’ve been protesting,” Velvet said, and Genevieve realized that, despite the smile on her lips, tears were running down Velvet’s face. “I want you to seduce him for me.”

What else could Genevieve do but agree?