The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So, as you can see, the formula’s effective across the board, but it’s most effective on men who have been denied treatment for three weeks. Specifically three! Past that, the efficacy begins to diminish. We’re working on studying why that is, but at the moment, we’re quite happy with the results we’ve found thus far.” Jezebel turned on her heel and smiled at the assembled group.

Succubi were, as a rule, gorgeous, so it was no surprise that she dazzled even in an otherwise conservative blouse and pencil skirt. Her pale blue skin nevertheless gave her an air of exotic sensuality, and... Well, her massive, pillowy chest wobbled with the slightest movement, and her hips rocked enticingly from side to side with each step. Moving, she was a hypnotic force of raw seduction. Standing still, she was “just” a pin-up model, and it was that small difference that Marcus was thankful for at the moment.

What he was rather nervous about, however, was that he was the only male representative present for the demonstration. He had expected KasTech to send a man to keep up appearances — there’d been quite a hubbub around the merger with SynSoft — but apparently they’d opted to send some domme succubus, too. The other women seemed more or less focused on the information presented, but Marcus couldn’t help but feel like a minnow in the midst of a frenzy of sharks.

“Any questions?” Jezebel asked, looking over the group. Her voice was silk-smooth, professional and polite.

Like a phone sex operator, Marcus’ hindbrain rumbled. He shook his head to try and steady his thoughts, but it was just another loss in this battle of attrition. Surrounded by succubi, it was natural that he’d end up fantasizing, but he couldn’t very well indulge in it! Still, those intrusive thoughts kept intruding, and-

“What about you, Mister Graves?” Jezebel fixed her dazzling smile right on Marcus, and even as his heart sank at the sudden, visceral attention thrust upon him, he couldn’t help but swoon at that beautiful face, that dizzying, toothy grin. “Surely you must have some unique insights.” She clasped her hands together in her lap, her arms forcing her breasts to push up against each other and accentuate the mesmerizing valley of her cleavage. So easy to stare, so easy to lose himself in-

“Uh—” He grunted, sounding a bit more disoriented than he would have liked to sound in front of his peers — and direct competitors, he reminded himself. But Marcus managed to compose himself a moment later, straightening up and...thinking desperately of a question! After a moment, he held a hand out, palm up. “Well, I can’t help but wonder if this is going to be sustainable in the long-term. Certainly the production timeline seems in line with what the initial demand necessitates, but you said this is administered twice daily?“

“That’s correct, Mister Graves,” Jezebel nodded, turning to motion to two stainless-steel tanks. Thin glass panels showed their contents: a bubbling purple liquid that seemed to churn and roil of its own accord. “While we ran into a few issues extracting the succubus pheromones at the beginning of the mass production efforts, further refinement of the process yielded much more promising amounts.” She turned to him once more, smiling wider than ever. “We had failed to take into account one crucial point of information when we were first starting out.”

“A succubus practically pours off her pheromones after she’s creampied by a man.“

Marcus’ cheeks went hot, and he tried to stifle a gulp. The succubi around him, however, simply nodded, as if that were completely normal to hear. One of them even seemed to murmur “Well, of course.” Well, of course! Of course a succubus released more mind control sex-fumes after she was creampied!

Jezebel continued, gesturing to the tanks. “Each of these tanks contains enough concentrated succubus pheromones to render one boy a helpless slave to his owner’s will for upwards of three months. And these tanks were filled in less than three days.” Jezebel’s eyes glinted as she stared right into Marcus’. “Once we receive the capital required to begin full-scale, continuous production, we’ll be able to ensure that every man on the planet is perpetually lost in a delicious fugue of sex, rut, and obedience from now until the end of time.“

“I—” Marcus tried to sound strong, tried to sound like he wasn’t going to be bullied, but another one of the succubi glanced over at him. And another. He kept his eyes on Jezebel, had to keep his eyes on the predator approaching him, but- But he was surrounded, his stupid, primal sympathetic system told him, screamed at him that he was surrounded! He took a step back from Jezebel, and she took a step forward. “I don’t think that—“

“That it’s possible? Oh, but it is, Mister Graves.” Her tone dipped to a smoky purr, and her eyes narrowed. Jezebel leaned in. She was taller than him — most women were — but bending at the waist, Jezebel’s height now seemed condescending, a jeering reminder that she was big, strong, and in charge. One hand rested on her hip, and her grin turned to a crooked smirk. “All we have to do is make sure that boys keep going balls-deep in their succubus mistresses, and they’ll happily contribute to their fellow man’s fucked-out enslavement. Marcus.“

She snapped her fingers, and Marcus flinched at the sound. He twitched, too. When had he gotten so hard in his pants?

“When’s the last time you got fucked?”

Marcus’ blush crept across his entire body, mostly hidden by his suit, but even that felt so cloyingly tight now. His mouth felt dry. His tongue felt sluggish and heavy in his mouth. His jaw flapped uselessly as each of the other succubi turned to watch him directly. But he still couldn’t look away from the sapphire succubus watching him like he was nothing more than a snack.

She snapped her fingers again, and Marcus moaned.

“When’s the last time you got fucked, Marcus? Answer me.”

His eyelids fluttered, and he blurted out “Th-Three weeks ago?”

Jezebel straightened up, both hands on her hips. “Then I suppose it’s time for a demonstration, isn’t it? Ladies, if you don’t mind—”

They parted, some of them smirking along with her, some of them studying Marcus carefully, all of them watching Marcus’ steady, helpless submission. Jezebel pulled an atomizer from her breast pocket. Marcus idly wondered if it was warm from her chest’s body heat, but as she held it out, nozzle pointed right at him, he felt-

He felt-

He felt giddy-

Jezebel pushed down, and a thin purple mist spritzed from the atomizer at him. He could hold his breath, but what would be the point of that? No, Marcus- Marcus gulped in the pheromones and felt-

Good-

He felt hot before, but now this heat was pleasurable, wonderful, sensual. Somewhere far away, he heard a woman’s voice. Strip down, Marcus. Mm. Yeah, that sounded good. That sounded really good. He tugged at his tie, eyelids drooping, lips curling into a lopsided, sloppy smile. He tossed it aside and began to unbutton his shirt. Marcus shrugged off his suit, letting it fall to the ground in a crumpled pile.

As you can see, ladies, Marcus is little more than an obedient slave right now. Marcus nodded along, already palming himself through his pants. This felt incredible. Could he pay for this? Could he help make more of this?

This is what we’re marketing as Succubus’ Kiss Classic. Do I have any investors?

Marcus giggled. His head lolled back. And he raised his hand.