The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Hi, Jack! May I borrow a cup of sperm?”

Jack stared, agape, at the busty brunette bombshell at his door wearing a skimpy lace teddy and holding a coffee cup. When he answered the door just before midnight, he expected a drunk panhandler or something, not this smiling vision of raw erotic beauty.

“Well, I suppose ‘borrow’ is not quite the right term. Do you have some sperm you can spare? It does not need to be a cup—even a couple teaspoons will help.”

Jack rallied with a witty reply. “Uh...”

“Perhaps I could come in? Its a bit cool out here for this outfit.” He stood aside, mouth still hanging open, as she passed by him, brushing him with a shapely hip, and helpfully closing his mouth for him. Her touch left him tingling with pleasure. She exuded a cloud of raw sensuality that moved Jack from rigid to quivering.

Jack tried again. “Uh...” Nope. ‘Sorry, all synapse pathways are jammed. Please try your call again later.’

“Perhaps we should sit down?” She slid her way onto his couch, tucking a long leg up in a way that immediately locked Jack’s barely functioning brain on her barely hidden crotch and away from her large, firm, soft-looking breasts. Somehow he managed to sit as well, barely avoiding falling off the edge of the chair.

“Well, darn. This is not going well, is it?” With a deep sigh, she drew a throw over her abundantly curved form. After a few more ragged heartbeats, Jack’s breathing was back to normal and the mental log-jam cleared up a bit.

“Uh...” OK, it did not clear up a lot. Her eyes were a brilliant hazel, huge and almost glowing with a joy of life. Her hair was a living shampoo commercial that shone almost hypnotically in the room’s lights. Her...

“Excuse me, but who are you?” He asked in a breathy voice, full of awe.

“I’m actually not sure what my name is.” God, her voice was like an angel... reading porn really well!

“Uh...” Great. He was back to that.

“Well, a week ago I was Madelyn Murphy. From across the street?” Jack’s befuddled brain got really confused at this. Miss Maddy was a well-past middle-aged woman from across the street and down a few houses. She was short, dumpy, silver-grey, and a bit crotchety. She had a beautiful garden, and baked delicious cookies and banana bread that she brought around every so often.

“Uh...?”

“Then the doc—you know Dr. Demetrius, don’t you?” Dr. Eugene Demetrius, or as most of the neighbors thought of him, Dr. Demento, was an old perv that always seemed to be tinkering with stuff in a vaguely unsavory way. He had a lot of visitors but they were all a bit creepy too, like he was hosting some sort of mad scientist-themed party all the time. Heck, some of them even arrived in lab coats and fricking goggles!

“Well, Doc kidnapped me and put me in a box in his garage. It was kind of funny, like from a comic. It was a big cardboard box about the size of a long coffee table with the word ‘Transmogrifier’ written on the side in crayon, and a cardboard pointer stuck on with a nail. It had things like ‘eel’, ‘baboon’, ‘bug’ and ‘dinosaur’ written on the side, but he turned the dial to ‘hot sex slave’ before he put me in and closed the flaps. The box must have just been for his own warped sense of humor, because inside was a smooth metal tank and lots of flashing lights. The tank filled up with some sort of thick foamy stuff, and next thing I know, a chime went off and I was laying in the empty box with all my clothes fitting really badly.

“He opened the flaps and helped me out, and I knew I was different—obviously, I was taller, and more graceful. He just held my hand as I stepped out of the box easily, and before I would have had to struggle to get into it (but, of course, he had just picked me up and dropped me in.) There was a big mirror on the wall he pointed me towards.

“It may not be very humble, but I was smoking HOT! I looked amazing, but really the first thing I noticed was that he messed with my mind. I mean, I remember everything about being Miss Maddy, but it was like it was all a dream. I was young, free of all the aches and pains, my vision was perfect, and, of course, I was beautiful! Visions of hot, sweaty, noisy sex just filled my mind and I just absolutely KNEW that I could give great head, even though Miss Maddy had only had very limited sexual experiences and had never gone down on a guy. I slipped off the remains of the groady stuff I was wearing and just stood there for a moment before I started to touch myself.

“It was amazing! My skin was so soft, and so sensitive! I held my new big boobs, and my nipples popped right up. I played with them for a moment and I swear I could have come just from touching them. Then the doc cleared his throat and I remembered that I was not alone, had been kidnapped, and had been changed against my will. That was when I began to realize how much he had fucked with my mind—I did not care that I was naked in front of my elderly, perverted neighbor of a kidnapper. Heck, being naked felt wonderful! I sort of wondered why I would ever bother with clothes... unless, you know, they were hot, tight, revealing, and sexy.

“He began to chuckle in an evil way as he loosened his pants and dropped them to the floor. I could not take my eyes off his cock. It was probably about five inches long and all wrinkly, even though it was standing up. In my eyes, it looked incredible! My pussy gushed and before I knew it, I was on my knees taking it in. When I touched it to take it in my mouth, I felt a little jolt or buzz of sheer pleasure. I had never had such a wonderful experience as sucking his cock! Warm, tasty, filling—somehow it was just a perfect thing to have in my mouth—but I already knew I wanted it in my soaking wet pussy, too.

“He came in a small, delicious dribble but I swear I was already getting addicted to it. He fell into a nearby couch, exhausted. I was turned on, like someone had turned my dial to 11, but when I tried to cuddle and stroke him to play some more, he told me to sit down, and against my will, my body immediately obeyed.

“As he sat there, wheezing a little, he began to cackle and told me his plans. He was building himself a harem of hotties—adoring slaves who would do anything he asked. The ‘Box’ (and you could hear him pronounce it with the capital letters) was pretty much automated, using pre-made templates I guess he found through some weird group he belongs to. All he had to do was to dump someone in it and turn it on. It took about a week for the process, then it went into a week-long reclamation process to prepare for the next victim. He had four of the Boxes in the garage and I was the first one out.

“The Box took care of the physical and mental changes, but did not actually enslave anyone. That took three additional steps. First, he touched the victim to ‘prime’ them. I was primed when I felt that little shock. Priming made me want to go to the next step.”

Jack had barely noticed that while she was talking, her hands were moving under the blanket—she was obviously touching herself and her heady musk was filling the room. She had slipped off the couch and crawled over to his chair. She was rubbing her hands up and down his legs and it turned the few brain cells that had finally begin to function back into mush.

“Uh...”

“Shhh... Telling you all this has me so turned on! And you have been sitting here so politely while you had this absolutely delightful woodie pointing at me the entire time. How could I resist it?” She slid her hands into his loose sweat shorts (what passed for his pajamas in warm weather) and found his raging hard on.

“Ummm... want it, need it. Please, Jack, please let me...” Without waiting for permission, which was good, because Jack’s brain was locked up again, she pushed a leg of the shorts away and took his six and three-quarters cock (he knew because he measured it and was inordinately glad that it was at least a little over average—but he did cheat a bit while measuring it. Not that she cared at the moment.) in her oh-so-warm and wet mouth. Jack’s eyes rolled back and his hips came off the chair. She was fantastic! Incredible! Talented! Amazing! Pretty darn good!

She played with his balls, she stroked his legs and slight belly with delicate strokes from brilliantly red long fingernails. She hummed. She corkscrewed her head and wrapped a thumb and finger around the exposed shaft. It is a good thing that orgasms do not take any real brain-power or she would have been there a really long time. After a bit, Jack came. He gushed. He exploded. He gave her his very all. Damn—it felt like he gave her some of his very soul! She sat beside his legs and began to caress him.

“And that was step two. The DNA in semen begins the bonding process when taken orally. Something about it getting into the bloodstream in the mucous tissues of the mouth. It amped up my sex drive, and made me really, really horny. He just kept rambling on about it, how long it took to develop the process, how brilliant he was for figuring out the brain/blood barrier issues, creating a new type of nanite, and on and on and on. All the while, I just sat there playing with myself. I got REALLY familiar with my new cunny, and it is delightful!

“He was talking about pheromones I exuded that were designed to help him get hard and keep it up so he would not need Viagra or anything, and it must have been working because he was beginning to get hard again and moaning a little. He asked me how I felt and I admitted that I wanted to fuck him really, really badly and I was sure I could do it really, really well. He cackled and told me that my body was trying hard to get to the third step. If he did not fuck me in the next several hours, I would go through withdrawal and have to start over again—that I really could not live without having the process completed.

“By then, he was hard again and told me to come over and fuck him. I pushed him back on the couch he was on and straddled him and began to ride him like a cowgirl at the rodeo!

“Then he up and died! The motherfucker had a fucking heart attack on me, and worse yet, did not ejaculate! Fucking SOB! I was so keyed up that I tried a bit longer, then went into his house and found a nice big cucumber. I went to the bedroom and fucked myself silly—but then the cravings began to hit. Jack, the next couple days were horrible! I was sick, weak, crying, desperate. I could barely leave the bedroom except for the times I was in the bathroom or trying to find something to eat, or shove in myself.

“Yesterday, I felt better. I struggled back to Miss Maddy’s.... er, my house. I took a shower, had a good meal, even watched some TV for a while. For a while I felt almost normal. Yes, I was nude and when I was not doing anything else I tended to play with myself, but I could think for myself and began to make some plans. My identity was shot—no one would believe I was Miss Maddy or anyone related to her. I couldn’t access any accounts other than an ATM unless I could do it online or by mail. I dressed up in what I could force myself to wear—I mean, seriously! I know she was an old woman, but she had absolutely NO fashion sense and I just could not bear most of the stuff on my skin. I drove to an ATM them to a mini-mall that had some nice stuff at low prices. I got some things I could wear and started to feel sick again—tired, weak, feverish. I barely got back home before I collapsed on my bed.”

Jack was enthralled with the story, and with the fact that she was slowly jacking him off. He barely noticed that his fingers were tangling in her hair, feeling the silky strands slide sexily through his digits. He felt a gentle craving to touch her, to caress her delicate cheeks, run his finger over her shapely Cupid’s bow lips, stroke her perfect shoulders.

“I woke up about an hour ago with a desperate need. I saw your lights on and remembered that you were always nice to Miss Maddy, um. to me, and that you were single. I slipped this on and came over. When I touched you, I was primed, and then I got the oral dose of semen. Now my body craves the second dose, the vaginal dose, to complete the process.

“Please, dear Jack, won’t you fuck me and make me yours? I want to be your perfect lover and perfect slave. I will do anything you want—cook, clean, take care of your garden, have sex in any way you want. I... well, Miss Maddy has money, and we can sell my old house for more! I bet we could even manage to get the doc’s stuff if we work at it. I don’t think he had anyone else.”

She was rubbing her face and delightful breasts on his cock. Slave? He did not want a slave—but dear God, how could anyone say no to this woman, especially in this situation. He nodded his head and she squealed in delight.

She pulled him to the edge of his chair and turned to sit on his cock, guiding it in with a perfectly manicured hand. She began to buck and thrash almost immediately. “Oh, God, Jack! Yes! Deeper! Oh, yes! Harder... f... f... faster! Fuck me, you wonderful stud! fuck your slave, Master!”

He may not have wanted a slave, but something about her saying that triggered something primordial in him and he convulsed in orgasm, blasting a load deep inside her as she began to explode in her own very wet finish. They slumped back on the chair, panting, as she began to coo and stroke him lightly.

“Thank you Master! That was wonderful! You are such a good and loving Master! I know I will love serving you.” Jack found himself nodding off.

Jack woke with a start! What a dream! He was in his bed, alone. Thank God! He thought about the incredible sexy dream he had and felt his cock rustle, but it was also oddly flaccid considering how hot the memories were. He had no clue what brought that on, but wow! He took a big stretch and froze... The smell of... coffee? And bacon??? What the fuck?

He grabbed a bat and tip-toed into the kitchen. There, big as life, was the woman from his dreams, wearing the same tiny lace teddy, making breakfast! “Hello Master!” Her face broke into an incandescent smile when she saw him. The bat slipped from his numb fingers.

“It was all REAL??”

“Silly! Of course it was!” She gave him a peck on his cheek and a fond fondling of his balls. “Do you want to take a shower or something to get ready? I’m sorry, but I don’t know the best way to serve you in the morning yet, but we will learn together. If you want, I can put breakfast on hold and wash you up?”

“Uh...” Smooth move, Fergusen. Back to THAT again, huh? He managed to get to the bathroom on auto-pilot and take care of his morning duties, pulling on a tee and some sweats, and sitting down to a delightful meal, made even better by the company who insisted on cutting his food and feeding him tidbits, all while making appreciative, loving noises.

After eating, she quickly cleaned up and he grabbed her from behind. “So, if you are my slave, that means we can have more sex right now?”

“Of course, Master! If that is your desire, it would be my absolute pleasure! Are you really up for it?” She asked, with a gleam in her eye. She had him there—his spirit was more than willing, but his flesh was still weak for some reason.

“I was afraid not. You were awfully busy last night!”

“Hey, you are incredible, but we only did it twice and I have not had any for a while before that. Why do I feel so drained? Is this some sort of evil plot twist somehow—you need my cum to live and drained it all from me while I slept?”

She laughed musically. “You have a great imagination, Master. No. Once I am bonded and sealed, I do not need any more semen. Of course, I really hope I get more—lots more. Yours is delicious! No. You are tired because of the other three.”

A chill ran down Jack’s spine. “O... Other three?”

She nodded merrily. “Yes! Mrs. Dowdds, Sally Ruggles, and the woman from the corner. I don’t think I ever caught her name. They were in the other boxes and came out last night.” Jack knew the women she was talking about. Mrs. Dowdds was a middle-aged bitch on wheels whose husband ran away years ago. Sally was a rather plump single blonde renting the old Adams place, and the woman on the corner was an elderly Oriental woman, Korean, he believed. None of them ever seemed to have much in the way of family or friends. It appeared that Dr. D chose his victims carefully.Jack had not even noticed that he had not seen them in a few days.

Jack’s angel went to the door of the spare room and opened it. Three incredible women came out. A petite but absolutely stacked adorable Korean sexpot, a tall California blonde beach bunny bikini contest winner, and a gorgeous redhead with boobs that were bigger than her head.

“Uh...”

As if they practiced it, the three turned, bent over, and presented Jack with a trio of perfect asses with three glistening, fragrant pussies. His original slave pulled his slacks off since he seemed to have lost the motor skills necessary to do it on his own, and gave him a gentle shove towards the redhead. The newly minted bitch in heat moaned and squished her pussy against his groin, finishing the job of giving him an erection.

The rest of the morning was spent in a haze of delightful sex. Raw, passionate, pounding, hot hot hot sex. The five screwed in every room in the house and on every surface that could hold them. The recuperative powers of their pheromones was severely tested, but passed with flying colors as Jack came and came and came. He was delighted to find that the four women enjoyed each other almost as much as they enjoyed him.

Two weeks went by. Jack put in great days at work, fueled by great food and motivated by what was waiting for him at home. He had named his first slave, the brunette, Angel. His delightful Oriental doll became Kuni. The redhead became Ginger (don’t judge him, he loved Gilligan’s Island!) The blonde became Bunny. OK, not real original, but the names just sort of ‘happened’.

They fell into roles. Kuni cleaned and did his finances (and gave him incredible baths!) Ginger was a fabulous cook and baker, and had magic fingers for massages. Bunny played chess and did elaborate strip teases when she wasn’t running a mildly successful mail-order crafts business she had started years ago. Angel was great at everything, but especially enjoyed the role of harem keeper and gardener. Thank God he had a tall back fence as she worked on her all-over tan.

They all decided that they may as well make his place their main home and use Miss Maddy’s place as a second place. They made arrangements to sell everything else, have Dr. D’s body picked up, and wrap up other loose ends. They rarely went out, causing small riots when they did since they found it nearly impossible to wear anything remotely modest. Nonetheless, he made it a point to take one of them out for something every day, even if it was just to get bread.

The sex was nearly indescribable. Kuni was small enough he could almost use her as a toy and she dearly loved being fucked by straddling his waist as he leaned back against a wall. She especially enjoyed it during the day... by a window... with the curtains open... and the window thrown up so everyone could hear. They surprised a dog walker one day and noticed he came by nearly every hour since.

Bunny loved her sex in odd places. Sitting on the counter, splashing in the sink; on the front porch hiding down behind the waist-high wall; in the backyard (taking care to avoid Angel’s flowers); in the back of his SUV barely protected by the tinted glass. One day, she caught him as he was hanging his clothes (he insisted on doing some of the work) and they fucked on the clean laundry in the closet. Ginger tried to pretend she was upset that she had to rewash it.

Ginger, oh, Ginger. She seemed to be determined to work through the Kama Sutra, or her own even more warped version of it. Butterfly, reverse wheelbarrow, rising sun setting moon, double inverse reversed lotus dog (don’t ask!) Sometimes one or more of the others had to help them into position, and he often appreciated her skill as a masseuse afterwards. One of the memories seared into his mind is the time she leaned him against a wall, lifted one of her long legs to his shoulder, and fucked him until they fell over, laughing. Angel caught a great photo of that.

Angel. His favorite and the one he felt closest to. Angel just plain loved sex. She was just as happy in the missionary position as she was in a convoluted fivesome orchestrated by Ginger. While their first time was really special, he liked their slow, leisurely love-making sessions in the early morning light the best.

After a couple weeks, the four were all excited and when he got home, they could barely contain their excitement, which meant their skimpy clothes could barely contain them! “They’re ready, they’re ready!” The girls kept squealing and hopping—further distracting Jack with the multi-dimensional spectacle of eight wildly bobbling bountiful breasts.

“Uh...” By now his brain was getting used to this so it kicked back in gear more quickly. “What are you talking about?”

Angel smiled her patented 400,000 watt smile. “The Boxes, Jack! They are ready!”

“Hell no. No more slaves! We’ll destroy those damned boxes! Let’s go!” He missed the smirk his harem shared. They unlocked the garage door and each of his women went to a different box and helped a gorgeous, but confused woman out of each one.

“Surprise!”