The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Ninja Pets

The atmosphere was lively at The Acanthi Club, a rather pompous name for a group of early-twenties friends that liked to come up with stories in unison, to pass the time. They convened every week to discuss a different topic, often indulging in impromptu sessions where a person would start telling a tale of sorts, and the others would simply continue it as they saw fit. At the night when our story began, the idea being thrown around was Feudal Japan, and Kevin Connors was on a roll with its amazing epic about Samurai, crow demons, and underground marble temples.

“,.. and as Hashimoto pressed forward across the dilapidated streets of the Oni city,” he said, enthusiastically “suddenly, he found himself surrounded by the strangest of sights, a group of—”

“— super busty lingerie Ninjas!” Simone Biggs, the wannabe smart-ass of the lot, completed as she sipped her Coke and almost choked with laughter. She was the only girl in the group though she often didn’t act like one.

“What? You’re ruining the whole atmosphere, dude!” Kevin protested.

“Huh? I thought anything was possible in these sessions of ours!”

“Not tonight, Simone,” Dylan Harris, the “nerdiest” of them all said, with his fists clenched, even though he didn’t scare anyone no matter how much he tried. “Where did you get that ridiculous idea, anyway?”

“Right here.” Simone responded, producing a copy of an old comic book she had found in the attic of her house, the week before. “The story is somewhat ludicrous, but the characters have a lot of redeeming qualities, if you know what I mean.”

“You brought a porn comic book to our Club?!” Martin Harris exclaimed. He was truly shocked, but also somewhat excited, and didn’t really know how he was supposed to react.

“Let me see that!” Dylan continued, snatching the worn-out book from Simone’s hands. He looked at the rather graphic drawings, read a text bubble or two, and shook his head in disbelief before speaking again, this time with the grave voice of an undertaker. “This goes against all rules of this Club, so I’m going to have to ask you to leave us early, tonight!”

“That’s a joke, right?” Simone asked, knowing on the spot that it was anything but that. “Erotic literature can also be a Fine Art, you know?”

“Don’t embarrass yourself any further, please. We’re in my house and I no longer feel comfortable with you around!” Dylan concluded. “Leave and take this piece of filth with you!”

He handed her the comic book and remained perfectly still and silent until there were only three members of The Acanthi Club, indoors. As for Simone, she went home with her new sexual form of entertainment and made sure that some of those images didn’t go to waste before she went to bed. Fully relaxed after the orgasmic rush, she rapidly drifted into sleep…

… and woke up with a shinobi katana firmly held just a few inches above her neck! It was in the hands of a scantily clad woman with a killer body and undeniable Japanese traits. Behind her, stood three more curvy warriors, all of them proudly wearing what appeared to be Cut-out Halter Teddies of a material she couldn’t properly identify, and that made no effort to hide any cleavage whatsoever. The comic book was on the floor, wide open, and most of its pages had gone blank as if the ink had been sucked out of them by some mystical process that’s never meant to be fully explained.

That’s when she convinced herself she was dreaming, and actually laughed when she was dragged out of bed, tied up and forced to kneel in front of them. With blades pointing menacingly at her hardened breasts, she saw one of the lingerie Ninjas remove her skimpy outfit and point at her dripping pussy, a gesture that clearly meant one thing alone:


“Oh, what the heck! It’s just a dream, anyway!” She thought, almost immediately. That self-assurance resulted in a loss of all inhibitions and things she would never do for real to any woman no matter how hot she was, almost became second nature in less than a couple of minutes.

One after the other, she licked them all, kissed their feet, and endured the beatings with the tip of their sharp weapons. She enjoyed herself in the process a lot until one of them got carried away with the dominance games and had the blade slide along her left leg. The pain wasn’t severe, the cut far from deep, and yet she felt it all too well. As she saw the blood drops on the carpet, she realized that this dream was, in fact, an impossible reality, and that now, she was doomed to serve as their sex toy for life.

“Wait a minute, not so fast!” the mischievous part of her whispered. “Even if this is real, don’t you remember how the book went? These Ninjas have a weakness, isn’t that right?”

Yes, that was true! Though they were the heroines of the story, there were certain key passages where a Demon Lord used some sort of magical incantation to force them to give up the fight and mindless worship him by sucking his twenty cocks non-stop. What were the words, again? “Think, Simone, THINK!”

Yet, it was hard, so very hard to concentrate with the taste of their fluids still fresh in her lips, the scent of their magnificent femininity giving rise to a state of desirable meekness… she was just property, now… their puppet… their sla-

“No, God damn it! You bow to no one, especially comic book characters that shouldn’t really be here! You know the words, just say them out loud! They go like this: Ybeo, gefh dautrs opin…

“… erit donya samo lokwat!” She shouted, triumphantly. The Ninjas responded almost instantly to the conflagration of ancient power and dropped down, eagerly, foreheads touching the floor in reverence, despite the fact that their massive boobs made it hard for them to maintain that position for long. They were now hers to command and wouldn’t snap out of their forced entrapment until she decided to use another incantation. Needless to say, she had no intention of setting them free.

* * *

On the very next day, Dylan Harris came knocking on her door for an open man-to-woman talk about the events that had transpired in his place. Simone had been his friend for as long as he could remember, and he wanted to set the record straight because The Acanthi Club wouldn’t be the same without her. He was surprised to find the main entrance wide open, and even more so by the frantic sounds of oriental music that came from the living-room. His black hair almost turned white when a rain of shuriken welcomed him the moment he crossed the threshold into the new sanctum of female mind control, and he gasped when he saw Simone sitting regally on a big chair whilst a Japanese buxom beauty tended to her nails, another one lavished at her exposed pussy, and the other two looked at him sternly, as if he was an enemy about ready to be mercilessly obliterated.

“Oh, hi Dylan…” Simone grinned. “These are my fabulous lingerie Ninja pets that crossed the frontiers of imagination to blissfully tend to my every need. It’s a shame you thought the book from where they sprung from was filthy, because that means you’re getting zilch, buddy! That’s right: nada! Feel free to leave when you want to, and please don’t drool on the carpet, okay?”

Dylan Harris fainted on the spot. As this tale comes to an end, Simone is still waiting for him to wake up.