The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As Duncan was trying to get drunk enough to fuck his girlfriend again, Brandi was stalking the college party in search of Lily.

When the Protector had last seen her friend, the once shy-and-nerdy redhead had been removing her shirt in the middle of the kitchen, frustratedly trying to make her boobs fill out the overly large bra she was wearing. Alarmed by her friend’s behavior, Brandi had decided to distract herself by seeing if she could find anything suspicious elsewhere in the frat house.

As she’d watched a pair of sorority sisters take shots and start to make out for the boys watching, Brandi wondered if Lily was just going through a late sexual development. As long as she’d known Lily, she’d never once spoken about boys and crushes…but now, it seemed, hormones had finally hit, and Lily was desperate for male attention.

Combined with what must surely have been her first taste of alcohol, it made sense she’d get a bit carried away…Brandi decided to keep an eye on her, make sure she didn’t do anything she’d regret, but scope out the rest of the party in the meantime.

In the other room, she could hear the sound of Lily loudly flirting with a guy, and so Brandi diverted her attention from the stripping shot-takers, shut her eyes, and attempted to detect any demon presence at the party.

Her ability to heal unnaturally quickly and an increased physical strength weren’t her only gifts; she also had the ability to observe demon presence. It was all but useless at the school—since it was built over the Gateway, traces of demons were everywhere. But here, a few miles away from Antioch High, even a sniff of demon presence would be much more obvious.

Keeping one ear out for Lily’s giggling, Brandi focused on the energy of the party. There was no one in the kitchen, the main room, the…ah ha!

A strong tingling sensation told her there was at least one demon in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Reaching into her pocket and tightly gripping the holy water she carried with her at all times, Brandi started moving up the stairs. She was more than capable of taking a a demon in one-on-one combat, and if she was quick about it, she could deal with the demon threat and return downstairs again before Lily could get herself into too much trouble.

Once she reached the top of the stairs, Brandi hesitated. In her time as the Protector, she’d dealt with supernatural threats of all kinds. And the one thing she’d learned was that no matter how many you encounter, you’re never truly prepared.

If this took longer than she thought, she was leaving her drunk, mostly-naked best friend alone…but the sounds of sex were coming through the door, and if she didn’t deal with whoever was in there, she was potentially leaving an innocent human in the clutches of a demon.

The sound of a scream from within the room made up Brandi’s mind for her. Lily had been the one to suggest coming to the party in the first place—she’d run into trouble willingly. Whoever was on the other side of the door likely hadn’t known the danger they were getting into, and it was Brandi’s job to protect her.

After checking the handle and discovering it was locked, Brandi stepped back and broke the door down with a single kick. She stepped forward, holy water at the ready, to discover a startled looking college girl with her legs wrapped around a boy.

“Get away from her, demon scum,” Brandi announced, and staggered backward in shock when the demon turned around.

“…Michael??”

Downstairs, Lily had decided her bra wasn’t showing off her assets nearly as much as she’d hoped, and removed it.

The number of boys interested in talking to her suddenly doubled, and now the college girls were throwing her dirty looks.

“Not that I want to brag,” Lily slurred far too loudly, “but at school, they call me the Blow-job Queen.”

She selected one of the boys next to her and random, and in an drunken attempt to whisper in his ear, shouted.

“Do you want me to show you why?”

“Brandi!? What the hell are you doing here?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” she replied, and stepped forward to pull the girl off him. To her surprise, the girl grabbed her hand with unnaturally fast reflexes, and Brandi had to struggle to get her to release it.

“Demon!”

The strange girl’s eyes narrowed, and Brandi prepared for a fight.

“Girls…girls! Brandi! Jesus Christ…”

Michael withdrew his glistening cock from the demon girl’s snatch, and Brandi couldn’t help but glance down at it. Like all demons, he had an unnaturally large penis—it had been a struggle to take it all, but after their first few sexual encounters, she’d finally been able to accommodate his girth.

She’d been proud of it, too. Michael had said it was something humans struggled with…no wonder he’d turned to demon girls.

Adrenaline was running through her system—she simultaneously felt angry, betrayed, jealous, and annoyingly turned on. Adopting one of her trademark fighting poses, Brandi prepared to open the flask of holy water and let Michael’s new slut have it, when he stepped between them.

“Brandi, I know you’re hurt, but don’t take this out on Rita.”

“Rita,” Brandi spat, “is a demon. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but taking out demons is my entire job description.”

“No,” Michael said firmly, “it’s not. Your job is to take out threats, and Rita isn’t a threat.”

Brandi was tempted to try to fling the holy water over Michael’s head, but she knew she could never forgive herself if he was injured, and so she restrained herself and listened to her ex-lover’s words.

“Rita’s not here to take us over—she’s here for research. Don’t look at me like that! She’s not here to research weaknesses. Every demon in every plane knows the weaknesses of the human race. Rita…she just finds you fascinating.”

“Well,” Rita added dryly, “not you specifically.”

“You’re not helping, Rita. She’s here because she wants to learn more about the culture of humans—your music, your art, your weird habits.”

“So if you want to learn about humans, why are you fucking him?”

Before Michael could answer, Rita pushed him aside and stood up. Just like Michael, Rita had a flawless body. Round, full tits, a completely flat stomach, a tiny waist and a high, firm ass. Her pussy had a small patch of bright red hair just above it, but even though she’d clearly just been in the middle of intercourse, not a single hair was out of place.

Brandi tried not to let it show how intimidated she felt.

“Because,” Rita said snidely, “humans are fun, but there’s nothing—nothing—like fucking another demon. I couldn’t expect you to understand.”

Brandi took a step back. She felt as though a knife had just been thrust into her chest. All those times with her and Michael…every time…it had meant nothing? It had felt like nothing, compared to whatever this demon could give him?

“I have to go,” she muttered, and ignoring Michael’s cries, fled downstairs.

Lily, however, wasn’t downstairs. The boy she’d propositioned had suggested they go back to his dorm room, and it hadn’t taken much effort to convince her. He’d also suggested she put her top back on as they went across campus, but Lily had refused—the rush she got from exposing herself to anyone who was watching was too much to resist.

The walk wasn’t long, but Lily thrived on the stares she was given. Everyone who saw her stopped and gaped, and Lily threw her head back and thrust out her chest as much as she could.

By the time they got back to his dorm, Lily was more turned on than she’d ever been. The second the door was closed, she leapt onto the college boy and tried to get her tongue as far down his throat as she could.

Lily was too far from the school for Mr. Foster’s commands to have much sway on her, and so her arousal came only from her desire to try new things, and her natural arousal—she was drunk, the boy was cute, and despite her confused memories, making out was still a relatively new experience for her.

The prospect of giving the college boy a blow-job was something she’d happily do, but it wasn’t particularly thrilling to her. When she caught a glimpse of a packet of condoms next to his bed, however, a shiver went through Lily’s entire body. The hex latched onto the new experience, and fed upon it, making Lily more and more aroused the more she thought about it.

She could get fucked tonight. Vague memories of having sex before were washed away as she thought about it.

She could lose her virginity to a stranger. She could get fucked for the first time.

As the college boy cupped her small, firm breasts, she moaned in anticipation, glad she hadn’t bothered wearing panties that night.

“Do you want to suck my cock?” he asked, and Lily smiled. Clumsily removing his pants, she got on her knees in front of him, and stared at his erection with a smile.

“Let me show you why I’m the Queen,” she drunkenly slurred. “I’m gonna blow you so well, you won’t be able to resist fucking me…”

“Uh…” the boy began, but was immediately distracted by the feeling of Lily’s warm lips wrapping around his erection. With her hands behind her back, she showed off what she could do with just her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she took as much of the stranger’s cock in her mouth as she could.

Lily looked up at the college boy, blearily watching his reaction. He seemed to be having a good time—this was the perfect time to strike.

Behind her back, she undid the condom wrapper, and before he had time to say anything, removed his cock from her mouth and unrolled the condom onto it. The witch’s hex had stirred her into a higher state of arousal than she’d ever experienced, and the redheaded schoolgirl was practically shaking with anticipation as she stood up.

The cock was her target, and Lily wasn’t planning on taking her eyes off it. She pushed the college kid back onto his bed, positioned herself at the ready, and slowly slid her virgin maidenhead onto his hardness.

“Oh god…” he moaned, and Lily was forced to agree.

“Oh god,” she echoed, hyper-aware of every inch of the cock which was entering her for the first time. A part of her knew she’d done this before, more times than she could count, but her nerves were tingling in a way she’d never experienced, and she could feel the sensation of her pussy stretching out to allow the intruder full access.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “I need it so bad…”

Lily was sitting on top of him, which made it a bit difficult, but the boy gave it the old college try, and was soon pumping in and out of her virgin pussy as forcefully as he was able. With every thrust, Lily’s moans grew louder—the memory of walking across the campus half-naked was still fresh in her memory, and the idea of people hearing her get fucked for the first time excited the young woman more than she could express.

“Yes!” she shouted. “Oh god, fuck me! Stick your thick cock inside me—deeper! Harder!”

The man upon whose erection she was impaled tried to fulfill her requests, but the angle made it difficult. After her third demand to “Push your hard rod as deep as it will go”, he flipped her, spread her legs, and began truly fucking the young woman.

Lily’s eyes opened in shock as he began slamming his body against hers as hard as he could. She’d been enjoying the sex while she was in control, but this…this was completely different to what she’d imagined.

She still had vague memories of having sex, but even so, she knew this was the first time she’d ever been truly fucked.

Her mind switched off, her mouth stopped spewing words of filth and started gibbering incomprehensibly. She tried to take in the whole experience, but knew she risked getting overwhelmed by the sensations she was currently feeling. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her entry body was covered in sweat as the condom-clad cock pistoned in and out of her.

Soon, the boy whose name she didn’t even know grunted, and she knew his orgasm was close. Each and every time he thrust into her, she could feel the latex of his condom pressing against her slick clit, stimulating her just as well as her own honds normally did (though of course she didn’t masturbate. Did she?) and just as his rhythm become jerky and sporadic, Lily Armstrong felt her first orgasm from a human male commence.

“Fuuuuuuck,” she screamed, her words returning at last.

When the pair had finished twitching in orgasm, the boy withdrew (which gave Lily a surprisingly pleasant sensation, followed by an immediate feeling of emptiness) and she smiled at him eagerly, keen to go again.

“Nah,” he grunted. “You’d better get out of here—my roommate will be here soon.”

“Maybe he could join us…” Lily purred, her mind ablaze with possibilities.

“Ew,” he said, pushing her toward the door. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Fucking slut…”

As the door slammed behind her, Lily stood in the hallway, shocked. She’d never been so blatantly used before—even in her memories of sex, there had been at least elements of reciprocity.

Adjusting her skirt, marveling she’d managed to keep her heels on throughout the whole ordeal, Lily knew she should be offended and hurt.

But for reasons she couldn’t explain, she’d found the entire experience deeply erotic—even the fact that she’d been booted out at the last minute.

From down the hall, she could hear the sound of more college students. High on a combination of adrenaline and booze, Lily staggered down the hallway, hoping to make some new friends.

“Brandi!” Michael yelled, but knew he couldn’t follow her—not in his current state of undress. He turned to Rita, and directed his anger at her. “Why the hell did you say that?”

“Say what?” she said with a yawn. Her teeth were white and slightly pointed, and even in his anger, Michael couldn’t help but admire her perfect skin and heart-shaped face.

“Demons only really enjoy sex with other demons?”

“Well,” she replied, one hand snaking down to between her legs. “Firstly, she barged in here just as I was getting close. But as well as that…it’s true. I’ve fucked almost a dozen of these worthless college boys, and none of them hold a candle to you, my dear…”

As she reached out to play with his rapidly-softening cock, Michael slapped her hand away and she pouted.

“You’ve just been picking the wrong guys!” he stormed. “I’ve fu—…I’ve made love with Brandi a dozen times, and it’s always been amazing.”

“Her?” the demon girl replied, raising one immaculately-manicured eyebrow. “The skinny blonde?”

“That’s the Protector, you fool…” Michael replied, and Rita’s eyes opened in shock.

“That’s the Protector??” she said with a sharp intake of breath.

“Yes, that’s her. Brandi, the Protector of the Gateway. Geez, you might have ruined everything. I’ve got to find her…”

“Wait,” Rita said, spreading her legs and running her hands up her thighs invitingly. “I believe we’ve got unfinished business…”

Michael looked down at the naked demon with disgust.

“I thought you were like me,” he spat. “But you’re…you’re no better than the demons she has to take care of every week.”

“Michael, don’t say that…”

“No,” he insisted. “We’re through.”

Pulling his pants on and putting his shirt over his shoulders, Michael left the room to try to find Brandi. Behind him, Rita’s eyes narrowed with fury.

“What?” the nerd holding a game controller asked. “You want to what?”

When the topless redhead had stumbled down the hall, wearing nothing more than a pair of heels and a short skirt, the group of boys had agreed to halt their game. When she’d begun pawing at them, they’d started looking around for whoever was pulling the prank—or their cameras.

But when she’d sunk to her knees and started blowing the current champion, they’d started to take her seriously.

Only when he’d cum in her mouth had she made her demands clear.

“I want,” Lily said for the second time, “to fuck two of you at once.”

The idea of getting caught by her previous lover’s roommate had stuck in Lily’s head—him entering as they fucked, taking out his beautiful thick cock, and sticking it in he mouth as she fucked…it added to the booze-fuelled, hex-driven frenzy of lust currently controlling her actions. She’d sucked a cock to warm up, but now she was ready for it.

“One in my mouth,” she drawled, “and one in my sweet, sweet pussy.”

For some reason, the idea of her pussy being sweet struck Lily as incredibly amusing, and she started giggling. The boys standing around the video game looked at each other, confused.

“…should we?” one asked, and another slapped the back of his head.

“Of course we shouldn’t! Look at her—she’s clearly wasted.”

“Yeah, she’s drunk…but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know what she’s doing. Hey, lady…do you want this?”

“I doooo!” Lily replied, her giggles suddenly gone. She stared at the boys with her big, earnest eyes. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything…”

“Fuck it,” one of the boys said, throwing down his controller. “I’m game.”

“Me too.”

“Not so fast,” a voice said from the doorway Lily had just entered from, and everyone turned to face the mystery speaker.

“Brandi, I’m sorry…” Michael said, but the Protector just tried to ignore him, blinking away her tears. Lily wasn’t anywhere to be found—she’d searched the whole frat house, and only managed to find her bra and top. “She doesn’t mean anything to me, I swear.”

At this, the blonde girl turned and faced the demon highschooler.

“I don’t care if you have sex with every demon in town, Michael. Right now, all I care about is finding Lily.”

“Lily’s missing?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing for the last five minutes?”

Michael blinked in shock. He’d been so focused on winning Brandi’s affections back, he hadn’t even noticed her distracted state.

“So you can have sex with every demon, angel, woman, and tree in Antioch for all I care—right now, I just want to find my friend.”

In response, Michael just nodded, and charged toward the door. Brandi scampered to keep up with him.

“Hey! Did you even hear what I said?”

Near the front door of the party, a lanky teen with a face full of acne was holding a tray full of shots. Michael knocked the shots out of his hand, grabbed ahold of his collar, and raised him two feet off the ground.

“You,” he growled. “Where did the redhead go?”

The new pledge gulped.

“The topless one?”

Michael looked at Brandi, confused, who nodded in confirmation.

“Yeah—the topless one.”

“She went with Alex back to his dorm. The Saint Mary building…it’s right across the quad.”

Without a word, Michael threw the boy into the ground, and started sprinting across the college. Within a few seconds, Brandi was following him—Michael was fast, but she was slightly faster.

“Who the fuck are you?” the leader of the gangly nerds asked, backing down as soon as he saw Michael’s intense stare.

“We’re her friends,” Brandi answered, stepping forward and picking Lily up.

“Brandiiii!” Lily said gleefully, throwing her arms around her. “I made some new friends…”

“Sure you did, honey,” Brandi replied, throwing another harsh glare at the nerds. “Now let’s get you home…”