The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“It doesn’t make any sense,” Niles said. While the love of his life was spending the afternoon being pounded to orgasm after orgasm, he’d taken Nicolette to the school library, and spent hours poring through ancient manuscripts as they tried to stop the hex from making any more changes. “The hex made you more muscular every time you had an, um…”

Nicolette nodded, and the librarian continued.

“…but there’s something else here. Something beside the hex. It looks like the direct influence of a demon…have you felt strange at all lately?”

After a few seconds of pondering, Nicolette shook her head.

“Not really,” she said. “I mean, I’ve noticed weird stuff in other people, but not in myself.”

“No new attitudes, or strange emotional reactions? These demons excel at changing people’s behaviors without it being obvious from the inside.”

“Well…” Nicolette said, and Niles leaned forward.

“Go on, Nicolette. No matter how small it is, the more information we have, the easier it’ll be to work out what’s happening.”

“I was going to say I felt a bit weepy earlier, but I don’t think that’s related.”

“Why not?”

“I mean, I figure that’s just a part of being pregnant.”

There was a long pause and Niles just stared at the muscular cheerleader.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I mean, isn’t that just part of it? When you’re pregnant, your hairmones just get totally out of control.”

Niles hesitated, choosing his words carefully.

“You’re, um…pregnant?”

“I sure hope so,” Nicolette beamed, one hand moving to her chiseled stomach. “I mean, after all the cum that Lily gave me…”

Her cheeks burned as she trailed off. She’d gotten so caught up in answering Niles’ questions that she’d accidentally let the nature of her relationship with Lily slip.

“Lily’s…cum?”

With a sigh, Nicolette began to explain. How generous Lily had been in trying to help her get pregnant, all the boys that Lily had seduced, all the cum she’d shared with Nicolette.

“First of all, thanks heavens, I don’t think that actually works. Secondly…how long have you and Lily had a sexual relationship?”

“Only a few days,” Nicolette said after a moment’s thought. “But I mean, there’s nothing odd about that, is there? When there are no guys around, girls help each other get off…like God commanded.”

Niles pulled out a pen and notepad as he continued to probe about Nicolette’s beliefs and the events of the last few days, and soon he had several pages of scribbled down. Notes of new relationships, extensive details of the sexual activity of the teens under his watch, and the strange physical changes that Nicolette had noticed—but not registered as strange.

“And you say Brandi was wearing nothing more than a bra?” he asked, his voice thrumming with concern.

“On top,” Nicolette said. “Yeah, she seemed pretty down. She’d tried to sleep with Michael, but she couldn’t make him…well, y’know.”

Niles sat back and stared, overwhelmed, at the pages in front of him. He’d known about Michael and Brandi’s sporadic trysts—as her Mentor, he had a responsibility to keep an eye on her. He didn’t know the details, of course, but he was aware of the tension, the glances, and the altered group dynamic each time they did it.

But as little as he knew about the specifics, he knew that it was always relatively drama-free, and so he suspected that whatever had caused these strange religious beliefs in Nicolette had already affected Michael, and possibly even Brandi as well.

“Nicolette,” he said, suddenly struck by an idea. “When did you decide you wanted a baby?”

“I didn’t decide,” she replied immediately. “God told me that I was ready; my body was ready.”

“Of course,” Niles replied, trying not to antagonize the cheerleader. “But, uh, how did he let you know?”

“My pussy started dripping,” she said, flushed. “my nipples got hard…”

“That’s enough!” Niles interrupted, a blush creeping up his own neck. “I don’t need to hear any more.”

It was clear that questioning her wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Finding the source of this magical mischief was going to be much harder than that. No, he’d have to do some more research, find out what sort of—…

“I’m just lucky Mr. Foster is a man of god,” Nicolette murmured, breaking his train of thought.

“Pardon?”

“Mr. Foster. The new counsellor—he was the one who translated God’s message for me. He was the one who told me my purpose.”

Nicolette was staring at her stomach, wondering if Mr. Foster was right about Lily’s system not working.

“I just hope he was able to help Brandi as much as he helped me…she seemed so much happier after she went and saw him”

When Nicolette looked up a few minutes later, she was alone.

“Get out here!” Niles shouted as he pounded on the counsellor’s door. His brow was damp with sweat—he hadn’t run that fast for many years. “Get out here, you demon scoundrel!”

Inside his office, despite the dire situation, Mr. Foster couldn’t help but smile. “Demon scoundrel”—that was new.

What to do? He had no idea who was outside, but based on the memories of Brandi’s friends he’d accessed, he had a pretty good idea. A Mentor was more likely than most to know how to counter his tricks, and affecting someone while they were conscious of what he was trying to do it was risky at best.

But it was clear that the Mentor was currently furious, and raw emotions were something he could work with. If he let him go, he’d probably calm down and come back with firepower. Maybe even with the Protector…

No, Mr. Foster realized, he didn’t really have a choice. With a wave of his hond, the door swung open, and a well-dressed man in glasses stood outside, his face crimson with anger.

“It wasn’t locked,” Mr. Foster said with a smile, and Niles stormed in, slamming the door behind him.

Perfect, Mr. Foster thought to himself. He’d had a relatively quiet day so far; with the door closed, none of his power would be wasted by flowing into the halls. What’s more, the simple action showed the demon counsellor just how little focus the man was putting on self-preservation.

“You!” Niles accused, and Mr. Foster just continued to smile in response. “What have you done to the children??”

“Please, take a soat. Miles, is it?”

“Niles,” the British man hissed, and Mr. Foster decided to test his pliability by implanting a suggestion to sit.

To his surprise, the Mentor lashed back immediately, and Mr. Foster actually recoiled at the force of Niles’ defenses.

“It’s not going to be that simple,” the librarian thundered. “Not on me. You can’t do to me what you did to these kids.”

Mr. Foster was awash with a mix of emotions. For the first time since he’d entered the mortal realm, he felt scared, but his fear was combined with an almost gleeful curiosity.

This man…this was a true challenge.

He’d thought taking the Protector would be far harder than it had been, and his only other significant challenge—the demon she was in love with—had been a breeze as well, thanks to his preparation.

The Mentor had walked in without warning. If he walked out victorious, Mr. Foster knew that he was done.

“Okay Riley,” the demon said, enjoying the librarian’s wince. He stood up, and stared the human in the eye. “You want to talk? Let’s talk.”

“I don’t want to talk,” Niles said intensely. “I want you to leave. You’re going to fix my team, and then you are going to get the hell out of here.”

There was a pause as the demon considered his options. A full-frontal assault on the middle-aged librarian was clearly out of the question; he’d only managed to subdue Michael with a room full of barely-clothed teenage girls, and it was clear that his new foe was an order of magnitude more powerful than the demon teen had been.

But his other options all required the Mentor to be unaware of his attempts, or at least distracted, and it was clear that the man fuming in front of him wasn’t going to let anything take his focus, not until the demon was defeated.

Unless…

“I really think you should have a soat, Kyle,” Mr. Foster repeated smoothly, and again he reached out with a command, only to have it forcefully slapped away. “No? Well, I hope you don’t mind if I do.”

The demon sat, and Niles continued to glare.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” he said through clenched teeth, and suddenly Mr. Foster’s smile was back, his thin lips curling around his fang-like teeth.

“Giles, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mr. Foster said, pushing a suggestion to trust him. Again, he winced at the force of the rejection.

“Fix them,” Niles demanded. “Fix the kids.”

“What kids?” Mr. Foster asked, sending a burst of confusion in Niles’ direction. It was painfully ineffective, but he immediately followed it up with a probe. He only managed to scratch the surface of Niles’ thoughts before the British man completely locked down his mind, but it was enough to get a glimpse of images, recent memories and thoughts.

Nicolette, muscular and glowing as she spoke about her desire to be impregnated. Brandi, single-handedly destroying one of Mr. Fosters’ kind. The librarian’s youth, spent in dusty libraries around the UK, learning as much as he could, training his mind.

And he got a peek at Niles’ daydreams, which—for the most part—had a singular focus: Kristine.

Kristine, Kristine, Kristine. Again and again, Kristine Winter. Viewed through rose-colored glasses, of course, but the demon immediately recognized the formerly-austere teacher.

Mr. Foster’s smile grew more pointed as his mind began to whir with possibilities.

“You know which kids,” Niles growled, and Mr. Foster nodded in response.

“Of course I do,” he said, pushing a feeling of warmth and affection, still feeling the pain of the rejection even though he’d braced for it. “But is it only the kids you want fixed? After all, I’ve had a lot of fun around here…or have you been too busy to notice it?”

With the question, Mr. Foster pushed an image of Niles surrounded by naked female students, worshipping his out-of-shape body as if he was an Adonis. Again, the suggestion was effortlessly deflected, but this time he couldn’t help but notice the slightest of lingering glances at the image.

It had clearly been a while since Niles had gotten laid.

“What are you talking about?” Niles said, blinking twice and refocussing his attention on the demon.

“I mean I’ve made so many changes,” the demon gloated, throwing image after image in Niles’ direction. Students fucking in the hallways, teachers being gangbanged, the janitorial staff receiving double blow-jobs from hot young teenagers.

Like a tennis pro using a serving machine, each of them was batted away with ease, but Mr. Foster couldn’t help notice the librarian’s brow creasing as he did. The Mentor was so focused on ensuring his mind wasn’t affected, he was deflecting the visions with full strength, no matter how crude or simple the assault.

How long can he keep that up? Mr. Foster wondered.

“You see, Riles” the counsellor continued, “it’s not just teens who are being affected. I’ve made changes to some of the staff, too.”

The barrage of pictures continued. The principal and the department heads, jerking off onto the students in detention. The coach, fucking a groundsman while taking a baseball bat in his ass. The lunch ladies, thinner and bustier, involved in a daisy chain, squirting into the mystery meat.

Most of the images weren’t real, but it didn’t matter—the demon sent them to Niles with conviction, alternating between images and instructions to find them arousing. Despite the speed and quantity of the pictures, however, each one of them was rebuffed, and soon Niles was panting with exertion.

Mr. Foster could tell that he was wearing him down, but not fast enough. Despite the low quality of his attacks, he couldn’t keep up the pace forever, and he suspected that he would wear down well before the librarian did.

Fortunately, he had an ace in the hole. He’d observed Niles’ reaction to each and every image, looking for what turned him on the most…and what disgusted him. He’d expected the homosexual images to be the most infuriating to the prim and proper man, but it seemed that Niles was either less conservative than his uptight nature would suggest, or he had leanings in that direction himself.

Instead, the images that got the most negative reaction were the ones of people being somply used for sex, desperately rutting with no intimacy or affection.

“Fix. The. Kids.” Niles grunted, and Mr. Foster’s smile dropped. He narrowed his eyes, and began projecting new images at an increased rate.

“The kids?” he said, using all his strength to stay upright as Niles returned his projections as fast as he was firing them. “They’re not kids any more, Kylie.”

Niles was easily able to defend his memories from being infiltrated by any of the snapshots coming came his way, but the speed of the attacks meant that every second he was forced to look at several images, and the foulness of the images was hard to ignore.

Duncan, on his knees, sucking on Mr. Foster’s cock with a dead look in his eyes. Michael, sadly reaching behind himself to spread his cheeks as Mr. Foster’s huge cock penetrated his ass. Nicolette, leaning on Mr. Foster’s desk, her eyes shut tightly as he pounded into her. Lily, bouncing up and down on Mr. Foster’s chair, mindlessly rubbing her clit as he filled her up over and over again.

And Brandi. A barrage of pictures, as she suffered through sexual act after sexual act. Niles was unable to stop himself from seeing glimpses of her, anguished, forced into a variety of different positions: on all fours, crying with pain as the demon forced his hardness into her ass, laying on her back as he pounded into her from above, choking and spluttering on his cum, laying across his lap as he mercilessly spanked her…

None of them entered his unconscious, but the rate at which they were coming meant that he couldn’t entirely avoid them, and his rage grew with each image. Every time he blocked a new thought from penetrating his brain, he retaliated, lashing out at the demon for making him see the suffering of the people he loved.

“You can’t protect them,” Mr. Foster rasped. He was fading, fast—the ferocity of Niles’ counter-attacks were taking a toll, and he knew that if he had to continue doing this for long, it would spell the end of him. “You’ve failed them—they’re mine, now. They’re all mine.”

The demon continued to send grotesque scenes in Niles’ direction. Michael and Duncan double-teaming Brandi as he watched, Lily fucking Nicolette with a strap-on as she sucked him off. Sexual scenes without a hint of joy—stark, cold scenarios in which it looked as though no one but he was having fun. Niles continued to reject them, his counter-attacks on the counsellor continuing to grow harsher and harsher.

Finally, when Mr. Foster knew that he couldn’t last much longer, he pulled out his trump card.

“But I saved the best for myself,” he cried triumphantly, his body feeling as though it was going to burst with pain at every word he spoke, at every image he sent.

“What do you mean?” Niles roared, and Mr. Foster grinned, his eyes sparkling.

“She’s mine,” he whispered, trying desperately to sit up straight, even as the room grew redder and redder. “She’s mine…”

It was Niles’ turn to recoil, as image after image of his beloved Kristine began to fill his head. He was able to stop any of them from piercing his defenses, but he couldn’t stop them from affecting him consciously.

Every image was a variation on the same—Kristine, on her knees, as Mr. Foster roughly fucked her throat. Again and again, the same picture: the prim, proper teacher, suffering as her throat was roughly taken by the demon. His cock, going deep into the teacher’s throat, no matter what she did to defend herself. In some of the visions she was bruised, in some she was crying, but in every image it was clear that she was unwillingly being orally taken by the largest cock that Niles had ever seen.

The images didn’t stop coming. Days, months, years of unwilling blow-jobs. Had he been less exhausted, Niles would have realized the impossibility of what he was seeing, but he was too overwhelmed by the sight of the woman he loved suffering to pause and consider if it made sense.

“No!” he yelled, and began summoning all his mental strength. He was going to make Mr. Foster suffer as much as his darling Kristine. No, more. He wasn’t just going to destroy the demon, he was going to make sure that he never came back, that no demon ever crossed over to the Mortal Realm again for fear of feeling his wrath.

Just as he was prepared to unleash the counter-attack of a lifetime, the images stopped.

“No!” he yelled again, and slowly came back to the room, moving his focus away from the mental battle.

Behind the desk, Mr. Foster’s eyes were fluttering. He wasn’t unconscious, but it was clear to Niles that he had run out of strength, that he had lost in his attempts to breach the librarian’s mental fortress, and that his efforts had knocked him out.

“No!” he exclaimed for a third time; he was no psychic warrior, and while he had the ability to return any psychic attacks, he wasn’t able to open the bridge between minds himself. All his energy was prepared to unleash one giant, mighty blow, to really make the demon pay, but he couldn’t do anything until attacked.

On a psychic level, at least.

A maniacal grin came across Niles’ face, and for a moment he looked more demon than human. His eyes sparked, his teeth seemed almost pointed, and a look of power came across his face.

It was all Mr. Foster could do not to burst out laughing.

The librarian preparing his revenge had been the distraction that he’d needed—Niles had begun blocking the images reflexively, turning his attention and energies to building up one giant, mental counterstrike. And so Mr. Foster had been able to bypass the librarian’s impressive defenses—he wasn’t able to implant images or instructions, but he had managed to squeeze in some simple, raw emotions.

Anger had been the easiest—Niles was already so furious at the sight of his loved ones suffering, he’d simply had to throw fuel on the fire. He’d added so much rage that Niles was at risk of having a stroke (which would, of course, have also been an adequate solution).

Arousal had been a lot trickier, but subtly changing the images to emphasize Kristine’s body more and more and adding a score of naked teenagers in the background had given him the window that he needed. Soon the Brit was sporting a huge erection; one that he wasn’t even conscious of. He was so distracted by fury that he wasn’t even aware of his subconscious desperation to cum.

Lastly, in the final moments before laying back and “giving up”, he’d sent a huge desire to dominate. Niles hadn’t consciously realized it, but he was suddenly filled with a burning need to prove himself as an alpha, to completely control the situation.

With that, as Mr. Foster felt the human’s counterblow approaching readiness, he was able to use the last of his power to take Niles’ powerful attack…and reverse it.