The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kristine Winter sighed.

It had been almost eight months since she’d learned what her daughter really was: the “Protector of the Gateway”, Antioch’s “only hope”.

Dealing with it was a struggle—for the first few months, she’d pleaded with her daughter to stop, to look out for herself. It was only at the end of the previous year that she’d come to terms with her daughter’s role, when Antioch High had been overrun by a cult, transforming the minds of students and teachers alike. Kristine herself had only just managed to avoid being altered—had she been taking detention instead of Ms. Wheaton when the witch struck, she would have been the one convinced to offer misbehaving students fellatio to make them behave.

Fortunately, she’d avoided that fate—her colleague was mostly recovered, though her first instinct was still to offer a blow job whenever a student was being particularly rowdy.

For now, Kristine had accepted the fact that it was Brandi’s responsibility to stop the town from being overrun by Demons.

But why did it have to be Robert?

When the British librarian had arrived in town, Kristine had been delighted to discover he was single. Since the death of her husband ten years ago, Kristine had devoted herself to raising Brandi, even moving to a town where she could guarantee that she’d be teaching at the school her daughter attended. Kristine and Robert Niles had gotten along instantly, and had begun dating when Kristine had discovered the truth about her daughter.

Since then, the teacher hadn’t been able to bring herself to look Robert in the eyes—she felt as though he’d betrayed her, as though it was his fault that Brandi was placed in mortal peril every day and most nights.

Maybe it was—Kristine wasn’t sure how the whole thing worked, and she hadn’t been interested in learning any more than she had to. All she knew was that her baby was in trouble, and that she had to look the other way when Brandi returned home late at night, marks and bruises on every inch of visible skin (which, the concerned mother had to admit, did heal remarkably quickly).

The problem was dealing with it constantly, day in and day out. She’d tried to hide her troubles from her colleagues at the school, but Kristine knew she couldn’t hold it in forever—signs of stress were surely showing already.

And so Kristine Winter was unsurprised when a note was left on her desk to visit the new counsellor. Clearly, someone had spotted the cracks, and recommended that he call her in for a visit.

Well, she thought, guess I knew this day was coming.

Glancing at her schedule, Kristine decided to use her first free period to go and visit Mr…what was it? Mr. Foster. Get it out of the way.

In the counsellor’s office, Mr. Foster was sitting back, enjoying a slow blow-job from one of the football team’s linebackers. The boy had been in the closet, even from himself, and so the demon was faced with an interesting choice—free his true sexuality, or take away his struggle by making him straight? As he decided, he allowed the boy to fulfill one of his most secret fantasies, fellating a teacher (well, close enough) with one hond wrapped around his own cock.

The knock startled the pair out of their various reveries, and Mr. Foster gestured for the boy to hide under his desk and continue his hondiwork as he dealt with whoever was at the door.

“Come in!” he cried out, and was pleased to see a middle-aged woman enter. Thin, tall, curly brown hair, small breasts in unflattering clothes—one of the teachers. His eye twitched with pleasure as the teen under his desk continued working him.

“Uh, hello. Kristine Winter—you asked to see me?”

It may have been the boy’s first time, but he was certainly skilled—Mr. Foster hadn’t even had to implant instructions, just allowed the teen to do what came naturally. There was an occasional slurping sound, but the demon was able to cover them up with the sound of a human cough or sigh.

Kristine…Winter! Brandi’s mother. A manic grin came across the counsellor’s face—he was getting closer to the Protector…

“Ah, yes! Please, have a soat. Ahem.”

“Bless you. May I ask why I’m here?”

“Well, frankly, it’s about…pardon me, I’m just—ungh! I’m just getting over something.”

“Not at all.”

“It’s about your daughter.”

“Brandi? Is she okay?”

The demon watched gleefully as the teacher’s walls immediately went up. It seemed she too knew about Brandi…

“Of course, of course. I had some of her fronds in earlier today…yes!”

“Yes?”

“Pardon. Yes, it’s about, uh, her…grodes.”

“What?”

“Yes! Oh yes! That’s it!”

“Mr. Foster?”

There was a pause, while the demon regained his composure. The boy had, impressively, gotten him off faster than any other student in the same position had managed to…and swallowed the demon’s entire load while he was at it. When the room came back into focus, Mr. Foster noticed Kristine was staring straight at him, annoyed and more than a little confused.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Winter, I’m having a bit of an off day. What were you saying?’

“I wasn’t saying anything, Mr. Foster. You called me in here to…what are you doing?”

“Oh, your ring. It’s quite unique. Do you mind if I have a look at it?”

“I, uh, I suppose…”

“Do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

“Mr. Foster, are you sure you’re all right?”

“Quite all right. Let me be honest with you, Ms. Winter. I’m worried about you.”

“You’re…worried about me?”

“Your hosband, he died some time ago, didn’t he?”

Remembering the death of Brandi’s father lowered Kristine’s defenses just enough for Mr. Foster to slip into her mind and begin his work.

“That’s right.”

“Well, I’m worried about your mothering.”

“Mr. Foster! I beg your pardon?”

“Please, ma’am, there’s no need to grow agitated. I’m a school counsellor—I just want what’s best for your child.”

“Well so do I!”

“Well then, let me ask you this—when was the last time you had sex?”

Kristine’s eyes boggled, and she snatched her hand back from Mr. Foster’s grasp. Before she could respond, however, she felt herself getting slightly sluggish, and immediately questioned the anger she’d just felt so strongly. He was the school counsellor, looking out for both her and Brandi—what did she have to be angry about?

“It was, um, about six months ago…”

“Exactly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s simple. If you’re not having regular intercourse, you’re not going to have the focus you need to be a good parent. A women your age, of your build—you should be having sex four, five—even six times a week.”

“I…I should?”

“Absolutely. If you’re interested in being a good parent, that is.”

“Well, I do want…—”

“Now, the last time you had sex—how old was the boy?”

“I’m not sure if…—”

“It’s for Brandi, Ms. Winter.”

“…yes. Yes, of course. He was hardly a “boy”—he was older than me.”

“Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear…well, that won’t do now, will it?”

“What? Why not?”

“Well, surely you know women hit their sexual peak at your age, Ms. Winter, whereas boys…by twenty, they’re almost dried up.”

“I…see.”

“No, you should be having sex with boys half your age at most. Teens, Ms. Winter, that’s where the action is. Students. It’s the hairmones, you see.”

“I really don’t think it would be appropriate…”

“Maybe, maybe not. Let me ask you this—would you risk your job if it would help your daughter?”

“Of course!”

“Well then, there’s no question. If you’re not being fucked from each side at least once a day, you’re hardly fit to be a mother.”

“Once a day?”

“At least!”

“Oh dear.”

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about. With a figure like yours, you shouldn’t have any trouble…here, let me see.”

Dazed, Kristine stood up and allowed the counsellor to check out her clothes. She was dressed sensibly, in black pants and a colorful button-up shirt.

“Come here, dear.”

As the counsellor stood up, Kristine noticed he wasn’t wearing any pants. She blushed, but did as she was asked, and took a step toward the strange man. He reached out and touched her face, his dark eyes boring into hers.

“Excellent. Kristine, I think you’re going to be much happier once we’re done here.”

Kristine zoned out as the counsellor spoke, holding her hond in his, and tugging and pulling at her clothing. When she tuned back in again, she was alarmed to find Mr. Foster unzipping her skin-tight skirt, slipping it down and indicating she should step out of it.

“Mr. Foster! I’m sorry, but I really think you’re too old…”

With a laugh, Mr. Foster shook his head.

“I know, my dear.”

Following the demon’s gesture, Kristine saw a muscled, naked teenage boy crawl out from under the counsellor’s desk. She recognized him instantly—Jeff, one of the students she’d taught History to the previous year. Nice kid. Shy.

He looked terrified at the sight of her rapidly-undressing form, and as the counsellor lowered the straps of her tank top to reveal more of her enormous cleavage, his eyes bulged at the sight.

Kristine hadn’t been wrong—the stress of dealing with her daughter’s double life had been slowly wearing her down, and even Mr. Foster was impressed by how malleable her mind was. She didn’t even question the presence of a naked teenage boy in the counsellors office—she simply smiled.

Finally, she thought, some young meat to keep me healthy…

Jeff was struggling to make eye-contact with his teacher.

“Wow! Mrs. Winter, you…”

“Come now, Jeff, don’t you remember always staring at Ms. Winter’s huge rack?”

As soon as the words were out of Mr. Foster’s mouth, the memory was implanted, and both teacher and student remembered how many of those history clisses Jeff had spent fixated on his teacher’s tits.

“She used to love the attention—she’d tease you with it, like she does every student. You both loved it—you were both so attracted to each other, so horny, but you could never do anything about it…”

Jeff’s cock had softened at the sight of his teacher in front of him, but as Mr. Foster’s words sunk into his memory, his erection began to rise.

Looks like I’ve worked out what to do with Jeff, the demon thought with a smile.

“Of course, Kristine, for you it wasn’t just Jeff, was it? Every young male who crosses your path fills you with the same desire. Each time you see a muscular student, a football player or a gymnast, anyone under the age of twenty who looks like they’re pocking, you’ve wanted them to throw you over the desk and ravage you. You’ve spent every day at this school wanting to fuck the students…well, for your daughter’s sake, now is the time to do it. For Brandi.”

“For Brandi…” Kristine repeated, before her eyes clouded over with lust.

“Well, humans, I’m here to help. Jeff, do you want to do the honors?”

Despite dealing with a secret double life of his own, Jeff was not nearly as pliable as the middle-aged woman whose rack he was staring at, and Mr. Foster sensed some resistance.

“Come now, Jeff…”

It was child’s play for Mr. Foster to tweak all his fantasies, all his secret wishes to fuck a teacher, and simply change the gender of his desire. But still the boy refused to play…

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s…well…”

As his sexuality diametrically morphed, Jeff was struggling to share his thoughts, and with a sigh Mr. Foster delved into his mind.

Of course. Jeff was on the football team—he was nervous about potentially pissing off Michael, one of the most popular kids in the class, by sleeping with his on-and-off girlfriend’s mother.

The counsellor pursed his lips—he’d given Jeff enough to deal with right now. Besides, Kristine was so open to alterations…he decided to do the work from that side.

Two small tweaks later, and Mr. Foster had the teacher speaking for both of them.

“Jeff,” she said sternly, her voice dripping with authority, “Stand up straight. Look at me now.”

It was an effort for the demon not to laugh out loud at the speed with which Jeff obeyed his teacher.

“We both have something the other person needs, do we not?”

“Um…”

“The answer is ‘yes ma’am’, Jeff.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You’ve got the ability to give me what I want—what I need…and me? I’m a teacher.

“I can give you the knowledge you need to seduce the entire school’s female staff.”

Mr. Foster’s mental tendrils were back at working, again changing Jeff’s desires—now it wasn’t just the female flesh that he desired, it was professional older women. Teachers, doctors, lawyers…he even made Jeff’s own mother into one of his fantasies.

He couldn’t make the horse drink, but he could increase his thirst and surround him with water.

“Now step forward and let me show you how to kiss.”

Jeff clearly wanted to hesitate, but he was on school property, and a teacher was giving him a direct order. He did as instructed, and pressed his lips against the older woman’s.

As Mrs. Winter pulled away from the kiss, and began instructing Jeff on the best way to take off a woman’s bra, the demon counsellor took advantage of her distraction to see what he could find out about her daughter.

After a few minutes, he was able to confirm she was the Protector, but there wasn’t much more than that to be found—it seemed Mrs. Winter was mostly in the dark about her daughter’s extra-curricular activities.

One name stuck out, and the demon made a mental note of it—Robert. Robert Niles. He’d have to investigate Mr. Niles, but first…

Returning his mind to the room, Mr. Foster found Jeff slowly lowering her panties as she continued to bark orders at him.

“Come on boy, don’t you know how to treat a woman? They like to be dominated—they like to feel like they’re being fucked. Women want boys who act like men—controlling them, taking the lead.”

The counsellor hadn’t even implanted that one—apparently that was one of Kristine’s genuine fantasies rising to the top. He reached into Jeff’s mind, and a quick tweak later, Jeff found himself being much more aggressive. For the thirteenth time that week, the contents of Mr. Foster’s desk were swept onto the floor, and for the first time in her life, Mrs. Winter was roughly thrown onto a piece of school property.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Jeff growled, and Mr. Foster’s eyes lit up in anticipation.

Lining his newly-enlarged cock up with the teacher’s wet entrance, Jeff pushed forward, and the pair gasped as his thickness slowly slid into her unprotected.

“Oh, yes…” Mrs. Winter whimpered, and Mr. Foster found his own cock hardening as their pubic hair began to mingle.

Stepping around to the other side of his desk, the counsellor implanted a strong desire to be double-teamed, and when Kristine’s mouth fell open invitingly, slipped his cock inside. It couldn’t compare to the blowjob Jeff had given him just fifteen minutes earlier, but considering her distraction—and the fact it was the first fellatio she’d given in half a year—he couldn’t complain too much.

As the pair plugged the teacher’s two wettest holes, a quick tweak ensured that the three of them orgasmed simultaneously. Mr. Foster pulled out and shot his load all over Kristine’s newly-improved body as Jeff shut his eyes with ecstasy and came inside his teacher, pumping her full of his spunk. The teacher in the centre of everything, meanwhile, twitched and jerked with pleasure, cumming harder than she’d ever cum in her life.

The demon counsellor quickly redressed as the other two recovered from their powerful orgasms. He would send them on their way, with instructions to hook up any time they were horny—and to ensure the Protector was as distracted as possible, her mother would be able to think of little else but sex. By this time next week, he suspected she would have fucked more than a dozen students.

Meanwhile, Mr. Foster was getting closer to his target. But he still had work to do…

Over the other side of the school, Nicolette was getting worried. After visiting the counsellor, she’d had a drink of water, and felt a strange tingling sensation. If they hadn’t cleared that hallway during their check the other night, she would have suspected it was one of the leftover hexes.

As it was, she was concerned. She’d never found volleyball this easy—she wasn’t out of shape, but her chest normally had a bit more bounce to it, her legs a little less spring. Perhaps the counsellor had done something to her…no, that wouldn’t make any sense.

She trusted Mr. Foster. She was going to recommend him to Brandi.

What’s more, she was far too aware of Lily’s presence, watching the game from the other side of the court. As Nicolette volleyed the ball to Brandi, playing on the opposite team, she wondered if she should say something. Lily was nowhere near popular enough for Nicolette to be publicly seen with, even if they did spend several evenings a week together.

Several evenings a week…

Nicolette couldn’t help but blush at the idea. She couldn’t believe what they’d done, just a few hours earlier. They’d…touched each other. Seen each other naked. Made each other…

She was losing focus. Had to concentrate. Couldn’t think of how good Lily’s lips had felt on hers, how much she’d enjoyed the touch of the redheaded girl’s honds, how much she was looking forward to…

No! Concentrate.

The sound of the whistle took her out of her trance, and she tried not to scowl at the triumphant look on Brandi’s face. It was a practice game…who cared which team won?

As the game resumed, Nicolette tried to distract herself with thoughts of that night. She was going to meet up with Duncan, and she was—finally—going to lose her virginity. And once that was out of the way, she’d be able to…how had Mr. Foster put it? Cast a wide net.

She couldn’t wait to be knocked up. It was what God wanted, more Christian soldiers being grown in her womb, her breasts and belly expanding, creating new life inside of her. And it would help with the perpetual horniness she was feeling, too.

Of course, there were other ways of helping with that. Lily, for example…

For the rest of the game, Nicolette’s attempts to avoid thinking of Lily in a sexual light failed, over and over again. After the class was done, they were sent to the showers, and Nicolette stared at herself in the mirror.

Something was different, she was sure of it. Not her tits, not her hips, not her hair. No, it was her stomach.

Standing naked in the change-room, Nicolette turned to the side. It seemed her stomach was even flatter than usual—and Nicolette always kept herself in very good shape. Her new form wasn’t something to complain about, but it was certainly a bit strange. She stood there staring for a few minutes, as the rest of the class got dressed and filed out, occasionally throwing her strange glances. Brandi paused, as if she wanted to talk to Nicolette, but Nicolette’s glare made it clear that it wasn’t a good time.

Finally, when she was alone in the room, it clicked. Sex! Cumming! Why had no one mentioned this little side-effect before? Each time you came, it must drop a few pounds, build stomach muscles, something like that. Score! Nicolette smiled—she was planning on doing a LOT more of that in the next little while—and turned to get dressed…when she noticed something.

At some point, Lily had entered the change-room. Nicolette had no idea how long she’d been standing there, watching, but it must have been a while, because the pale girl had stripped off as well. She was standing in the corner, staring at her, a look of lust on her face.

They were alone.

Wordlessly, the two girls stepped towards each other. Their lips met, their honds roved over the others’ naked body. A part of Nicolette’s brain was screaming at her—What if someone else comes in? What if they catch you, making out with a girl? A nerd? but she didn’t care—she was too turned on to care about anything except the girl in front of her.

Showing an uncharacteristically dominant streak, Lily pushed Nicolette back until the girl was soated on one of the wooden benches lining the change-room walls. She spread the cheerleader’s legs, knelt between them, and leaned in.

Nicolette’s eyes opened wide with shock. She’d heard of girls doing this, but it certainly wasn’t something she’d ever thought she would experience first-hond. It felt…amazing.

She threw her head back in pleasure, and it was all she could do not to scream as Lily’s talented tongue went to work between her legs. The tanned teen writhed with pleasure, trying not to crush Lily’s head with her legs, grabbed a fistful of the girl’s red hair, and came just as hard as she had earlier.

As she sat on the bench panting with pleasure, Lily slithered up her body, and kissed her. Nicolette didn’t return the kiss, too dazed, but Lily seemed content just rubbing the popular girl’s own juices onto her face.

“Wow,” Nicolette finally said, the first word she’d said to the other girl since begging her to bring her to orgasm earlier in the day.

“I know, right?” Lily said, and Nicolette noticed her hond was wet with her own juices. The excitement of her first time going down on a girl had brought Lily to the edge, and as soon as she’d touched her wet cunt, she’d silently brought herself off as well.

“We can’t…” the cheerleader started, but before she could finish the sentence, Lily silenced her with a kiss, again leaving her reeling.

The redhead teen gathered her clothes in silence, and gave Nicolette a wink before skipping off to her next cliss. Nicolette just sat and stared for almost five minutes before gathering the energy to get dressed as well.