The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Beatrice moaned. Her left hand’s three remaining fingers were playing with her wet slit, causing tremors to run through her whole body. She couldn’t believe how it felt.

As a human, Bea had slept with more women than she could count, perhaps more than any other woman had ever slept with. She’d known she was a lesbian since she was a child, and even before her life in the army, she’d hooked up with more than a few other teenaged girls—ever since the majority of men on the planet had disappeared, even the straightest straight girl was open to dalliances with the same sex.

Of course, since she’d joined the army, her fuck-count had jumped into the hundreds, possibly thousands. Bea had loved it—constantly surrounded by women in their prime; fit, healthy, and after a battle, horny and indiscriminate.

She’d quickly worked her way to the top, and discovered the true aphrodisiac of power.

Bea had slept with every type of woman imaginable: she’d enjoyed passionate trysts with other female soldiers, both under the direct influence of goblin musk and completely sober. She’d had sex within monogamous relationships, and orgies with more than a dozen other girls. She’d been brought to orgasm by mouths, toys, tongues, fingers—both her own and others—and on one special occasion, she’d found herself moaning at the feeling of a loaded weapon being inserted into her.

But nothing, nothing had even come close to how good it felt when she touched her new goblin pussy. It was the single greatest sensation she’d ever felt in her life, and that was only from her hand running up and down the outside of her bald new cunt.

When her fingers brushed against her clit, she thought she was going to pass out.

She couldn’t believe the sensations. She couldn’t believe that she’d been fighting against being turned for her entire life. She couldn’t believe that she’d thought she was saving her colleagues from this, this…utter bliss. She would have cursed the years that she could have spent enjoying this, the greatest of all pleasures, but if she’d been turned earlier, she would have had to share her Queen, been one of many. As it was, she was the first, her mistress’s right-hand woman, and for now…she had her all to herself.

She’d thought having power was a turn-on—it was nothing, compared to servitude. The knowledge that her life wasn’t her own any more, that this fantastic new pussy didn’t belong to her…Beatrice didn’t even understand why, but it set her on fire just thinking about it. Her entire being, everything she was, it all belonged to her Queen.

That was the other thing; the presence of her Queen was causing her whole body to buzz. Not her physical presence—the Queen was about half a mile west of where the new goblin was laying, playing with herself—but her mental presence. Beatrice wasn’t in control of her hand, wasn’t the one casually exploring her own body.

It was her Queen.

As the New Queen controlled Beatrice’s hand, shooting more and more pleasurable sensations to the goblin’s brain, she was also sifting through her memories, learning about her next conquests. Beatrice had full access to the files on all of her squad-mates, and that meant that the Queen did now. She was learning what aroused them, what appalled them, what she could use to make them hers…

By the time Beatrice lay panting on the floor, recovering from her first explosive orgasm, the New Queen had learned all that she needed to learn. She gave her first slave some simple instructions, and returned her consciousness to her own body. Over time, she knew that she would learn to split her awareness equally, but for now she was more comfortable slipping completely into the second goblin body she could call her own, wholly experiencing her slave’s first orgasm.

When the New Queen opened her own eyes again, she sensed tension, and sat back, ready for it to explode.

We’d been walking for at least an hour. Whip was leading the way; with Bea gone, we wanted to switch up our route, make sure that she couldn’t get ahead of us and ambush us, or alert the other goblins of where we were going.

We were travelling fast, avoiding combat. Whip stopped us a few times, her ears practically twitching; she hid us before the rest of us could even hear the goblins approaching. With one warrior down, and Vernita no longer trusting me alone with the New Queen, it was faster and easier to wait until they passed than try to take them out.

In an attempt to be as safe as possible, we were going to emerge from the sewers (at long last) past the chopper, and approach from the other side. I’d guess that we were almost directly underneath our landing spot when I stumbled, and Vernita snapped.

“Just give me the bitch,” she ordered, her hand outreached. I instinctively recoiled, and she rolled her eyes. “You obviously can’t keep up and carry her at the same time.”

“I’m fine.”

Cameron and Whip exchanged a nervous glance, but Vernita never took her eyes off me. I felt like a snake, paralysed by the fierce woman’s stare, but I held my ground.

“That’s an order, soldier.” Vernita wasn’t giving up. “You’re slowing us down, and we can’t afford to lose any more time.”

Her words hit me like a punch in the stomach, and it took a few seconds before I could respond.

“You can’t order that,” I replied, trying to stay calm, trying as hard as I could to avoid sounding like a petulant teen. “Before we left, I was told to protect my Queen at all costs.

“At all costs.”

There was a moment of silence, and Cameron spoke up.

“Do you want me to carry her, Drew?”

I just managed to stop myself from automatically yelling at Cameron, took a deep breath and simply nodded. I could trust Cameron; Vernita was the only one I saw as a danger to the New Queen. She hated her—I could see it in her eyes.

I just hoped everyone else could see it as well.