The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Vision started to struggle, not having expected anything like this at all. Paragon was a true “super”, though, and it was like banging at a cement wall to try to make her let go. She couldn’t even get her to loosen her grip around her throat.

“Hey! Ugghh! What... what are you doing?” Vision managed to say. She was still able to breathe some, but also realized Paragon could put her lights out at any time, simply be squeezing a little tighter. Considering that, The Vision tried to control her struggling, as that only made things worse, and certainly had zero effect on her incredibly strong friend.

“I need to make you cum... twice,” Paragon told her, her voice a robotic monotone that sent shivers up and down The Vision’s spine. While she was somewhat uncertain about what was happening, Paragon words were still a bit of a relief. It seemed for now, at least, her heroine friend was simply following instructions, and not trying to hurt her.

Even at that, though, there was no gentleness in the way Paragon dragged her back into the bedroom.

She didn’t release her hold once they arrived, either.

“Remove your clothes, Vision.”

Again, that voice, and again The Vision shivered. It felt like some powerful, remorseless machine had captured her… some entity she couldn’t argue with and that was far too strong for her to resist.

And that sense of helpless… inevitability... made her hot.

So she didn’t resist. She did as she’d been told, working out of her cape, boots, catsuit, and underwear as best she could without being able to look down at them. Even though her movements to undress caused her to choke occasionally, The Vision never felt Paragon’s arm tighten, nor ever got the sense her friend was really trying to take her out.

No. It actually felt as if she were wearing a wide collar of human flesh and muscle... one that pressed against her throat and controlled her body. Between those feelings, and Paragon’s voice, her arousal was only increasing, with nothing she could do about that, either.

The Vision was going to say, “done” when she’d finally managed to get her bra straps under Paragon’s arm and drop that piece of clothing to the floor with the others. The still-entranced heroine cut that off, however, with a yank of her arm, dragging the gasping crimefighter over to her dresser.

“Get two pairs of stockings from the second drawer,” Paragon told her. The Vision did, opening the drawer and reaching in, collecting four stockings by touch, only vaguely concerned with how they might be used.

“Got ‘em,” she whispered, then gasped, as Paragon’s other arm slid down over her butt and up between her thighs. Two seconds later, she was being lifted and tossed face-first onto the bed. Before she could even think to move, Paragon was on top of her, sitting on her ass, holding her down, and ripping the hosiery from her hand.

“Do... do you have to be so rough?” Vision called back to her, as Paragon took one stocking and used it to tie the struggling heroine’s wrists together, her hands palm-to-palm.

Paragon didn’t answer, instead taking another stocking and quickly binding The Vision’s elbows, too, doing it tightly enough to make the naked heroine gasp. It had never bothered her to be handled so roughly, so totally, before, especially by someone she trusted. In this instance, though, she had no idea exactly what her friend was thinking, or even if she were thinking at all. Still….

Good god, this is exciting! Vision thought, moaning aloud as her naked breasts were forced deeper into the silk sheets covering the mattress.

While she wasn’t positive why her friend was treating her like this, The Vision was quickly getting too aroused to care. Her best guess was that Paragon must be on some sort of autopilot, as the two of them had been sexual before, and her friend certainly had a good idea of what turned her on. She’d been “programmed” to make her cum, though... twice... and the shuddering heroine could only hope that, somehow, Paragon knew how badly all this was turning her on.

It would be so unfair if I were the only one feeling any pleasure from this.

Finished binding her arms, Paragon spun around, sitting on The Vision’s back now and reaching down to grab her captive’s left ankle. She pulled that leg up and back until her heel rested on her ass. Groaning, The Vision tried to resist, using all the strength in her leg, but it was like trying to stop an hydraulic press... it wasn’t going to happen. Next thing she knew, her ankle was tied to her thigh, and then the process repeated with right leg.

She’s handling me like a rag doll, Vision thought, as Paragon hauled her up to kneel on the bed, facing the headboard. I’m loving it, too, she knew, the tingling wetness between her thighs a liquid testament to that. She saw Paragon’s long arm reach past her, and for a second thought her friend was finally going to take hold of her and make her body to sing.

But she was wrong, as the other’s hand reached out even farther to grab the two stockings on top of the dresser.

Along with Addiction’s “hood”!

The Vision was stunned, not having expected that at all. “Wait... what? No, Paragon... what are you doing? Don’t use that on m—mpphhh....”

It was too late, though, and soon, one very distressed, and hopelessly aroused, heroine was having her mouth, nose, and eyes covered and wrapped in Addiction’s diabolical headgear. The Vision lunged and struggled, but all to no avail. Completely helpless to resist, her world turned dark and tight, and her voice, hearing, and breathing all became muffled and subdued.

Relax... relax, she told herself. There can’t be much chloroform or, lord... Addiction’s pussy smell left in this, not after all this time. Besides, I can shake it off.

And that was probably true.

While not really a “super”, in that she had no heightened physical or mental powers, Vision knew she did have one enhanced capability... the strength to recover from almost any abuse, or drug, far faster than most normal human beings. It was as if her mind and body had default settings she could get back to, when needed, simply by flicking an internal switch. As such, if she could somehow withstand the effects of something, or some event, to begin with, she could recover from it.

As such, she knew that almost nothing could addict her.

If she decided she didn’t want it to, that is.

The reason for the other two stockings was now becoming apparent, as well. Paragon was binding each of her already excited breasts at the base, matching what she’d done to herself. The Vision couldn’t help but moan and swoon even more, feeling that. Needy and weak, she allowed herself to sink a little deeper into the sexual web her friend was wrapping around her, as having her breasts bound was another incredible turn-on to her.

Maybe... maybe Paragon’s taking Addiction’s command to make me cum as hard as she did too literally, and trying to match up our restraints, Vision thought.

But thinking wasn’t so easy now. She wasn’t getting quite enough air, and there were still lingering traces of the narcotic and Addiction’s wet smell in the tightly-wrapped hood. And now... goddd... Paragon had pushed her down on her back and moved between her bound legs and was, gahh... licking her pussy so good....

The Vision arched in desperate arousal, her feet trapped on her friend’s shoulders, her knees being pushed up as Paragon lapped and licked her, up and down, from clit to anus. It felt so irresistibly wonderful, and the shuddering crimefighter knew she wouldn’t, and that she couldn’t, last very long like this.

She spiraled even higher as her friendly tormentor’s long, strong tongue wormed its way deeper inside her, swirling and demanding. She nearly screamed with lust when Paragon, her hands apparently covered with the silk sheet, began to fondle and massage her bound, sensitive breasts.

Godd, why don’t you just kill me, her mind moaned. Paragon certainly knew how much she loved her tits handled, but this was something torturously new.

The fabric felt so soft, so smooth, as it rubbed over her bondage-tightened breast flesh. Her nipples, already so stiff with need they felt like they might explode, pushed even deeper into the sliding sheet. And still, Paragon just kept working them... squeezing them, buffing them, milking and pulling at them with her satiny hands. The Vision, turned on beyond her ability to control, lunged at her restraints, crying out “please” and “oh godd”, over and over through her gag.

The way her tits were being used, and the superheroine’s incredible tongue, were driving her insane, pushing her so close to the edge of a huge, sexual cliff.

And there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it.

Realizing just how completely helpless she was, The Vision almost fell off the precipice. Panting and moaning, she better understood how Paragon must have felt as she’d lain here, on this same bed, a few hours ago. She could smell Addiction’s pussy better now, too, the erotic allure of it inescapable. Through her fractured senses, it spoke directly to her mind, seductively whispering of the endless pleasures of total submission.

For a brief moment, she wondered if she’d screwed things up, somehow, if she’d failed to spot some sort of trap.

The next moment, she remembered what Addiction had said to her, and reality seemed to shift and warp. The Vision could almost feel the hood coming off, and Addiction staring down at her, laughing. Then, their nemesis was grabbing her blond hair and pulling her face slowly into her wet, beautiful cunt, smothering her cries, enslaving her.....

And those images, and the feelings they created inside her, were way too much for The Vision to resist.

With Paragon flickering her tongue back and forth over her swollen clit, she came for the first time, shrieking into the hood, her cries a series of gagged grunts and whines as she bucked and writhed in her tight restraints. It went on and on, as she’d been so aroused for so long. As there was nothing she could do to stop it, she simply gave into it, cumming so hard that her mind went blank, then black, her pussy gushing and oozing all over Paragon’s mouth and face.

When she finally came back, she couldn’t feel her friend anymore, realizing she was alone in the bed now.

I’m not sure I could take another one that hard, Vision thought, the afterglow of her orgasm like a warm blanket sliding over and around her body. She knew she might have to, though, and willed herself to recover as best she could, wondering where Paragon might have gone.

Then she could hear her, seemingly right next to the bed, even though the hood made that difficult. She was making... sounds?

Is Paragon moaning?! Vision wondered. That’s what it sounded like, at least. But why would she be moaning? What’s she doing to herself?

Was she fingering herself, or using a vibrator on her pussy? Maybe not a vibe, maybe a....

Oh, godd... she wouldn’t! Not that thing... not with me already feeling like this!

The last time they’d gotten together, Paragon had showed her a new toy she’d bought. It was a long, thick, double dong, shaped something like a “U” or “V”. It didn’t have a harness, per se, just a waist belt and a single, thin, felt-covered cord that ran from the belt to an anchor point between the two upward-turned ends of the dildo. Paragon’s vaginal muscles were so strong she probably didn’t even need the belt, though, able to hold her end inside herself and then impale her partner on the other.

They hadn’t had time to break it in back then, but The Vision had thought about it since, wondering what it would feel like, wondering what it would do to her....

Remembering those things, The Vision groaned as Paragon grabbed her hips and easily lifted her bound body high off the bed. She felt lips, and a tongue, kissing and licking her nipples, leaving her to buck and writhe in a useless attempt to get away from this newest sensual overload.

In some ways, her struggles were a lie, as she, and her body, wanted this so badly. Still, she was barely able to stand what all this was doing to her, as Paragon was so very skilled at turning her on.

Luckily, this newest assault didn’t last long, and the panting heroine felt herself being lowered. She knew her relief was short-lived, though, as the soft tip of what she’d feared touched the creamy lips of her pussy. She cried out a “noo”, even knowing it wouldn’t do any good, or wouldn’t remotely stop what was about to happen.

Jiggling her body, Paragon lowered her onto the thick dildo.

I won’t make it... I won’t make it, Vision thought, as the thing started to spread and fill her. Seemingly unconcerned, Paragon working her body up and down, seating the hard, rubbery thing even deeper within her clenching, greasy sex.

It felt so big... it felt so good inside her; and when The Vision felt Paragon begin to lift and lower her body, with metronome-like regularity, she thought she might truly go mad.

Each time a bit lower, each time a bit deeper, until with each drop, the felt-covered anchor strap rode over her distended clit like a soft bow across her aching “string”.

It was all too much, and for the first time she could ever remember, The Vision screamed while having sex. Quickly, and then so slowly it seemed to take 30 seconds to sink completely onto the dildo and the torturous strap... Paragon worked her bound body up and down. So strong she could do it with one hand, Paragon reached around The Vision’s back with the other to hold the grunting, moaning heroine tight to her body, their swollen nipples grinding and scraping together with each lift and lower.

“I must make you cum hard,” Paragon told her, the other’s monotone certainty almost setting The Vision off.

The Vision didn’t worry about becoming addicted anymore. She only knew that if Paragon wanted to enslave her, that her friend would only have to demand it, and that she’d agree. She was almost beyond arousal, her will to resist any of this melting out of her pussy and all over the insidious dildo. More quickly now... up and down… the thick thing stabbed into her desperate need, with the soft, wet strap sawing over her throbbing clit again and again.

Paragon pulled their bodies even closer, their four breasts almost like two, both women moaning now. For the second time, catching what was left of her pussy smell in the tight hood, The Vision wondered if Addiction had actually even gone. Was it somehow possible she hadn’t left, and was even now getting ready to whisper things into her ear that would turn her into the criminal’s hypnotized thrall?

For the second time, and imagining exactly that scenario, The Vision lost all remaining control. She began to cum wildly, almost dislocating her joints as she jerked and snapped at the stockings binding her arms and legs. Crying out, and lost in lust, she felt her cum pouring and dripping all over the plunging shaft of the dong.

She felt like an animal in heat, and didn’t care... couldn’t care.

All she could do was cum, and then cum again in a writhing, helpless delirium, until everything flew away from her into darkness again.

“Good lord. Good god...,” Paragon said, as her friend collapsed in her arms. She’d known what she’d been doing, and even why, but had been helpless to stop herself, driven only by her irresistible compulsion to make The Vision cum very hard. As gently as she could, she lifted the other woman one last time and pulled her free from the dildo. Her own pussy, still impaled, continued to juice and spasm on the other end as she lowered The Vision onto the bed. Finished, Paragon stood there shaking, all the memories of tonight’s events coming back to her in vivid, living color.

Dammit! Could I have been played any easier? Addiction and The Vision must think I’m just some stupid slut!

Paragon looked down at her friend, just thankful to see her bound breasts heaving as her body struggled for enough air to recuperate from her massive orgasm. She finally realized that she’d wrapped Addiction’s hood around The Vision’s head, yelled out “Crud!", and quickly leaned down to remove it.

Thank god I wasn’t so far gone that I put the ear buds in, too, she thought, still berated herself as she brushed the sweaty hair off The Vision’s face. She watched her friend’s eyes flicker as she breathed, then finally open.

The Vision looked up at her, then down, and said, “Is that a double dong in your pussy, or are you just glad to see me?”

“Oh sheesh. Forgot all about it,” Paragon told her, grinning and unclasping the belt. With just a bit of embarrassment, she slowly slid her end of the dildo out, shivering as she did. She hadn’t cum for a bit, and her loins seemed only too happy to let her know just how deeply aroused she was, still.

After throwing it on the dresser, she moved to untie The Vision… then stopped, her own mind in turmoil.

“Are you okay, Viz?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you came twice with Addiction’s scent filling your nose, and I’m wondering about your state of mind. You haven’t like, gotten hooked on her smell or taste or anything, have you?”

The Vision just stared at her, wondering what Paragon could be thinking. Her fellow crimefighter knew about her ability to recover, and should already know how much it would take to addict her to anything. And why was Paragon worried about her? After all, she’d gone through the same thing for far longer and at higher “concentrations”.

“Nooo,” Vision slowly replied. “What about you? How do feel now that you can remember everything that happened to you?”

Paragon was going to just parrot out, “I’m fine!", but then stopped to give it a little more thought. She was feeling anger at Addiction, and herself, for most of the same reasons as when she’d flown away from the museum... that she’d been tricked and that she’d fallen into her own entrapment so easily.

But this time she wasn’t denying the arousal she’d felt, or the way everything had gotten to her, while bound on her own bed. It had been as sexually exciting and demanding a three hours as she’d ever lived. And even with the smell, taste, and feel of The Vision’s pussy remaining so strong to her, she still found herself thinking and wondering just how hot Addiction’s would be, if she should ever bury her face between the criminal’s thighs, too.

“I’m good... I’m fine... I think. But maybe,” Paragon finally replied, moving back to the dresser and opening her stocking drawer, “we’d be smart to try to desensitize a little... a little more in my case.” She pulled out three more stockings, wadded two into a ball and pushed them into the middle of the third. “You know, give our senses something else to think about.”

Paragon approached the bed, smiling, then reached down and began to slide and rub the “ball” part of that third stocking over, and even a bit inside, her slick sex.

The Vision couldn’t help but stare at such a lewd, erotic display, even though she realized what her friend was intending.

“You’re kidding, right?” she whispered, again wondering if she were going to survive the rest of the night.

“No, I’m not kidding. I know I probably need this, and you just might, too,” Paragon told her, her voice a thick husk as she worked the stuffed stocking against her pussy, getting more turned on every second.

She finally stopped rubbing it against herself, only to lean down and pull The Vision back up onto her knees. Putting her cheek on her friend’s face, Paragon whispered, “I know you, Viz. I know how insatiable you can be, too. Don’t try to tell me you don’t want this, that you don’t want to push the envelope a bit more.

“Now open your mouth like a good girl so we can get started.”

And The Vision did, her mind still lost in its own sexual fog, the desire to be controlled and dominated still so strong inside her. Smiling, Paragon pushed the wet, balled-up portion of the stocking into her mouth, crossed the ends of it behind The Vision’s head, then back through her lips. There was just enough stocking left to bring the ends back behind her head, and to tie them off there.

“See, now that wasn’t so difficult, was it? Hopefully, you can admit that I’m a pretty good replacement for our criminal witch.”

The Vision nodded, Paragon’s taste and smell all she could think about now as she chewed and sucked on the new gag controlling her mouth. If she’d messed up somehow, and Addiction’s plan was to enslave her via superhuman proxy, she no longer cared. This was all just too good, too hot for her to care anymore.

“Okay for you, then,” Paragon told her. “Now it’s my turn.

“Let’s go around the world, shall we?”

Even though she’d already guessed that’s what her uber-aroused looking friend had been planning, The Vision still wildly shook her head, “nooo”. Ignoring her, Paragon grabbed her by the hips, and lifted her up until she could let the struggling heroine spin around to hang upside down in front of her.

Then she pulled her in tight, letting the back of The Vision’s head push against her quivering mound, and began to eat her.

“Oh, yess... desensitize me, Viz,” Paragon moaned, burying her lips and tongue against her friend’s fragrant sex. The Vision moaned, too, her world upside down, the blood pounding into her head, knowing what was coming next.

“Next” was Paragon beginning to walk around the apartment. She just strolled from room to room, munching and licking, moaning and humming into The Vision’s juicy pussy. From time to time, just to give her captive a break from the blood rush, she’d swing The Vision’s head and shoulders up onto a counter, or sink, or even the back of her sofa.

But she never stopped eating her.

For the third time tonight, The Vision was going crazy. They’d done this once before, and Paragon knew just how badly this got to her. The licking and sucking on her pussy was incredible, as Paragon knew just what she liked. But it was being carried around like this; the being treated like a piece of luggage; the sense that she was no more than a helpless, sexual thing, that drove The Vision mad.

I’m just a fucktoy, oh god! I’m nothing but a doll for her to drag around and play with and do anything she wants to me.... Vision’s melting mind told her.

Sensing her friend’s nearly unbearable excitement, Paragon knew she was dragging this out longer than necessary. But she couldn’t help herself. Every time she hoisted her up onto something, the wild, begging look in The Vision’s eyes, and her guttural moans, jacked up her own arousal even more. So she continued hauling her around the apartment, continued tormenting and working The Vision’s pussy into a frothy, slick mess.

Finally, with her moaning friend shivering against her like a huge vibrator, Paragon knew it was time. Her cheeks coated with erotic essence, she stepped behind one of the stuffed chairs in her living room, and rotated The Vision until they were belly-to-belly, and in a standing 69.

They both knew there’d be no more teasing as Paragon attacked The Vision’s clit. She nursed the swollen organ between her tight, wet lips and began to work her tongue over the very tip of it. The resulting, animalistic moans coming up to her from between her thighs sounded so incredibly hot, and pushed her to begin humping and grinding her own needy cunt on The Vision’s gagged face.

Her head trapped against the back of the chair, and barely able to breathe at all, The Vision lost it one more time. All thoughts of Addiction’s pussy vanished as Paragon’s creamy sex took over her entire world, sliding and pressing. She shrieked and shuddered, thrashing in her restraints again, starting to cum, unable not to.

Feeling The Vision taking off, her own sensitized clit grinding over her friend’s panting nose and gagged lips, Paragon finally came, too. It wasn’t a huge one, as she didn’t dare let herself go completely. A part of her mind knew she had to be careful to keep from letting her strength get out of hand, lest she end up hurting The Vision in some way.

But it was an orgasm she needed badly, and one she definitely enjoyed, even as she managed to step back so the other could breathe clearly again.

Even though she’d started second, Paragon finished first, smiling as her friend hung there, still shuddering in the throes of her orgasm. It made her feel good to be able to wind The Vision up like this, and happily held her friend until she finished, and settled, too.

When they’d both stopped panting and had recovered a bit, Paragon spun The Vision around and walked back to the bedroom, carrying her in her strong arms like a baby. The Vision, still flushed red and totally drained, simply nestled her head into the crook of Paragon’s neck, and let her. When they got back to the rumpled bed, Paragon laid her down, sat next to her, and worked the gag out of her mouth.

“I think we’re gonna be okay now, don’t you, Viz?” Paragon said, tossing the stuffed stocking up onto the pillows.

Working her sore jaw a bit, The Vision finally responded, “I may never walk again, but other than that, I think we should be fine. Considering all you went through, though, I’m a lot more worried about you than I am me. How’s your brain feel?”

“My brain feels fine, geefus,” Paragon told her with a laugh. Then, getting more serious, she said, “And thanks for saving it. I owe you a big one for that.”

It was The Vision’s turn to laugh. “Owe me a big one? You just gave me three huge ones, silly. I’d say we’re way more than even-steven. I’m just glad you don’t seem to be mad I let Addiction go.”

“Mad? Why should I be mad? I have my mind back, we’ve had all this great sex, and now I get the fun of going out to track her down and toss her pretty ass in jail!”

“Yes, but, well... she’s knows where you live now, and can get your real identity from that, Paragon.”

Paragon just shook her head. “Hey, that’s an occupational hazard we all go through. In fact, I’m thinking I don’t even need to change those things around.” At The Vision’s startled expression, she continued, “Look... we both know that she wants me. We beat her back and that has to tick her off, big-time. No... she’s not going to give out where I live or who I am for a few measly dollars. I don’t think that’s her style.”

“Well, okay,” Vision said, seeing the logic behind that. “But you may want to think about changing your phone number, as she has that, too.”

As if on cue, the phone on the night table started to ring, making both heroines jump.

“It looks like it says, ‘Private’. Do you think it’s her?” Paragon asked, not quite sure why she was whispering.

“Who else would call at... what is it now?”

Looking at the clock by the still-ringing phone, Paragon said, “It’s 6 A.M. You’re right, it is her. What should I do?”

“Let it ring,” Vision snorted. “Let the witch make her own fun.”

The phone shutting down finally, Paragon smiled, looked down at her friend, and said, “Yeah, I’ve let her mess with me enough for one night. I suppose I should untie you so the two of us can clean up, huh?”

“Well,” Vision replied with a coy smile, “either that, or you can leave me tied up, dig out your cuffs, again... and that spreader bar you have... make sure the key is on the bed, and let me desensitize a little more. After what you’ve just done to me, I think you deserve a little somethin’—somethin’ back. Besides, you could probably use another real orgasm.

“Whadaya say?”

Shivering a little, knowing just what The Vision could do with her tongue, Paragon stood and answered, “I’d say that you’re an insatiable minx, and that, um... I’ll be right back.”

“No hurry. I could use a couple minutes here.”

“Gotcha, Viz. I’ll walk slow.”

Ahh, the fringe benefits..., Vision thought, enjoying the luscious view of Paragon’s naked, swaying ass as her friend headed for the closet to get her cuffs.

Addiction just managed to keep from slamming the phone down. She’d been so close, tonight.

Ignore me, will they? Well, we’ll see who gets to ignore whom!

Turning to her computer, she brought up the file containing the information Paragon had given her over the phone. It wasn’t much, certainly, but for now, Paragon’s personal and superheroine email addresses and passwords would do quite nicely.

Addiction knew she’d have a bit of time to peruse them, as she was certain her near-slave would be too preoccupied to think of changing them for awhile. Addiction was also sure The Vision’s heroine addy would be on one of Paragon’s mailing lists.

“And there it is... yes!” she cried aloud. “Okay, ladies… this isn’t over by a long shot,” she went on, reaching up to pull down on an imaginary string, “Ding, ding, ding... Round Two is about to start.

“Carina! Get in here!”

Almost as if she’d been waiting right outside the door, the big Latina stepped into Addiction’s office.

“You rang?”

“Very funny. Now shut up and go get the digital camera and camcorder... and make it snappy!”

“Sure thing, Addiction,” Carina said, before hustling off.

Smiling and reaching under her skirt to slowly stroke her pussy, Addiction thought, Let’s see if the two of them can resist a few pictures and vids of me all wet and ready and fingering myself. And maybe I should tie up Carina and show them how hot she gets when I let her eat me out? And maybe some scissoring so they’ll see how easily I can make another woman cum when we grind our cunts together. Hmmm....

No… all this was far from over.

“Mister DeMille...” she said, standing and starting to undress, “I’m ready for my close-up.”