The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Grace squirmed lustily as she straddled her pet Holly-cow. She couldn’t remember ever tasting anything even half as amazing as the girl’s tit-milk. Coming up for air, she gasped out, “God, if I can bottle this I’ll make a fortune!” Holly mooed plaintively while Grace busied herself wiping up stray trickles that had leaked out of her mouth.

Grace tweaked her pet’s teats and asked, “What’s the matter, my horny little cow? Are you turned on? Are you desperate for a fuck?” Holly nodded her head and mooed affirmatively, causing the goth girl to giggle uncharacteristically. “Well, too bad! You can play with your hairy cow-cunt, but you’re not allowed to cum until I say so!”

Holly mooed despairingly as her hands raced to her sex, but Grace had already turned her attention to Lauren, who was glaring at the scene from nearby. “Why so grouchy, Laurie-cow?” she smirked, pleased to see her erstwhile bully cringe from the attention.

Adopting a more serious expression, Grace said thoughtfully, “Much as I hate to admit it, you’re probably the only one of my three pets who might cause a problem. Holly’s a broken slut and Lynn’s a coward, but you? You’re so full of spite I’m not sure you can be broken.”

Lauren’s eyes flashed with defiance and something that might have been pride, until Grace leaned in and whispered, “But I’m sure I’ll enjoy testing my hypothesis, Laurie-cow!” The blonde girl recoiled slightly in nervousness, then hissed, “There’s no way you’ll get away with this, you witch!”

Grace leaned back and tapped her chin with a finger, finally admitting, “You may be right. Especially if you tried to call for help. So no more talking for you, Laurie-cow. Moaning and mooing are your only words.”

Lauren snarled, “That won’t stop moo! Moo! MOO!” Giving up and gnashing her teeth, the enraged girl managed to make a growling kind of moan that was at least clearly hostile. Grace simply smirked and rubbed her pussy, thrilled at exerting her power.

“We can’t have you writing or typing any messages, either, can we? Once your front legs have turned into hooves, that shouldn’t be an issue.”

Lauren continued growling aggressively for a few moments before her transformation distracted her. She whimpered in fear and horror as her fingers began to fuse and the shape of her hands changed. Holly-cow was watching with evident interest, still tickling her own lower lips, while Lynn was curled into a ball and trying desperately to ignore and be ignored.

The process took only a minute or two, and then Lauren was left holding up a pair of curiously mis-proportioned arms that ended in cow hooves. She could flex them slightly, but there was no chance at all of writing or typing any kind of message. Grace supposed she could still make letters in the sand or something, and perhaps tap out Morse code, in the unlikely event that she knew it. The goth grinned deviously as she had another idea.

“And to make sure you can’t convince anyone to help, any time you try, you’ll get extremely horny and attracted to that person. Any affection they give you will be incredibly arousing and easily make you cum.”

Lauren’s whimpering and cringing was satisfying, and Grace thought that she’d taken the fight out of her for the time being, but suspected that the girl wasn’t close to being truly broken yet. Considering the advisability of adding a little carrot to her arsenal of sticks, the goth continued, “In fact, any affection anyone gives you will easily make you cum.”

Grace waited a few moments to allow the command to settle in, then reached over to stroke Lauren’s hair. The angry girl flinched away from the touch at first, scooting back until she was brought up short by one of the bunks in the cabin. Grace persisted, and soon the blonde was trembling in an apparent mix of delight, shame, and fury as she pushed her head against the petting hand while tears leaked from her eyes.

Deciding to up the ante, Grace took her other hand from her pants and smeared her pussy juice on one of Lauren’s teats before tugging it sensually. Lauren immediately mooed with lust and thrust her chest out, although she clenched her eyes tightly closed as she did so. Warm milk sprayed on the goth as she manipulated her toy, and the aroma proved irresistible to the mostly-dominant girl. She leaned down to suckle, and found herself grunting almost bestially at the first taste.

The milk by itself was like ambrosia again, similar and yet distinct from Holly’s. Lauren’s was a little less sweet but thicker and creamier. Even better, the grool coating the teat added its own tang to the concoction. Grace mumbled around the nipple she was suckling, saying, “I think I’m addicted to tit-milk!” A shiver ran down her spine at the pronouncement, although she didn’t know why.

Grace gorged herself on the milk, and before long she had her hand back down her pants, jilling energetically. She found herself cumming simultaneously with Lauren, who mooed angrily as she endured her orgasm, trying to squeeze her breasts but only able to poke and prod them with her hooves. Giggling at the former bully’s predicament, Grace offered her a choice.

“I’ll tell you what, Laurie-cow. You can have your hands back if you go down on Holly-cow until I give her permission to cum. I won’t force you to do it. You’ll have to decide if being a cunt-slurp is too high a price to pay for fingers to diddle your clitty with.”

Lauren glared through her tears, grunting indecisively. Grace just smiled and waited, amused to hear Holly mooing desperately in the background. The submissive girl was apparently fully invested in being a cow: even though she wasn’t forbidden to use words, she was clearly begging her friend to much her cow-cunt using only cow noises.

Grace watched with delight and sinister satisfaction while Lauren’s resistance wavered and finally crumbled, as she stared at the useless hooves she had been cursed with. Uttering a forlorn moo, she crawled over to the desperate Holly, scrunched up her face, and lowered her head to begin tentatively licking. The uncontrollably aroused brunette twined her fingers in Lauren’s dirty blonde hair and mooed joyfully. Grace smirked when she noticed that Holly’s pussy seemed much more furry than earlier, and the lips larger and meatier. Her offhand comment must have prompted a slight change.

Leaving those two to their business, Grace crawled over to Lynn, still curled up on the floor, trying to be invisible. The goth prodded the champagne-blonde girl in her butt, amused and slightly annoyed that the only response was a twitch and a whimper. “Look at me, Lynn, you twat!” she demanded forcefully.

Lynn whimpered and sniffled as she raised her wet eyes to stare fearfully at the goth girl, formerly her victim and now her tormentor. Somewhere deep in her core Lynn was furious and snarling at the injustice of what had happened to her. She had never believed that her bullying was that big of a deal, but surely the retaliation Grace was taking was far out of proportion to the teasing and mockery she had had to endure.

“Why so sad, Lynn-cow?” sneered the black-haired girl. “Are you feeling lonely and left out?”

Lynn shook her head in negation, although it was something of a lie, as she did in fact feel more alone than ever before. Even her largely unexamined belief in religion had been crippled that evening, after enduring the supernatural abuses of the mind- and body-altering powers Grace seemed to possess. She certainly didn’t feel left out, although she fervently wished she had been.

Grace shimmied out of her pants and panties, both of which were somewhat stained with her wetness, and said, “Don’t worry, Lynn-cow, you’re as much part of the herd as the other girls! And to prove it, I’m going to let you eat my delicious, divine pussy! Lay down on your back!”

Puling pathetically, Lynn obeyed, hating the bloated, sloshing feeling of her milky breasts sliding off either side of her chest. The goth girl knee-walked until she was straddling Lynn’s head, facing the blonde’s feet, then lowered her steamy, dripping snatch until her juices smeared the supine girl’s face. Lynn sputtered a little in disgust and indignation, but something about the smell and taste made her tremble with surprising arousal.

“Start licking!” ordered Grace, who was bent almost double in order to bring her mouth to the milky nipples of her victim, smacking her lips in anticipation of the sweet, creamy fluid. Lynn was only dimly aware of what her bully was doing, having found herself distracted by the experience of tasting true divinity, as she had suddenly began thinking.

Each new taste of the grool made Lynn more accepting of her situation and lot in life. She understood now that her punishment was entirely just, for she had had the temerity to molest a goddess. Unwitting molestation, it was true, but nonetheless, being allowed to serve the heavenly cunt in any capacity was a gesture of immense forgiveness. The mercy Grace was showing Lynn by allowing her to function as a pussy-licking milk-bag was so magnanimous that she began to weep again, but now for joy.

Lynn mooed rapturously when her Grouchy Goddess squirted the viscous essence of her holy lust all over her worshipper’s face. Although she tried her best to continue her ministrations, Mistress Grace toppled to the side and clenched her thighs tightly together. Accepting that she must curtail her devotions for the time being, Lynn began wiping her face with her hands to capture as much of the blessed girlcum as she could, then proceeded to lick the floor, for every drop was precious.

“Such a good cow you are, Lynn,” murmured the goth girl as she passed out, her cheeks and chin stained with milk. Lynn mooed in devout thanks and crawled until she was curled up contentedly against the legs of her goddess. She watched with mild curiosity as Lauren and Holly continued their display.

Lauren grimaced with repugnance and rage as she forced herself to continue licking her former friend’s wet pussy. She found the taste and smell to be unpleasant, but the part she found most revolting was pleasuring someone whom she considered to be her subordinate. Both Holly and Lynn were followers, and Lauren had secretly loved her ability to force them to conform to her will. She didn’t want to be involved in any lesbian stuff, but it wouldn’t have been nearly as hard for her to endure if the roles had been reversed.

Snorting huffily as she accidentally inhaled more of Holly’s copious secretions, Lauren fumed and wondered just how much longer she would be required to keep it up. She didn’t think Grace cared at all about her, but the gothic witch had seemed to be somewhat warm to Holly, who had submitted disgustingly easily. Surely she would eventually take mercy on her slave and let the pathetic girl climax finally. If nothing else, Holly’s constant mooing had to be getting old.

Lauren took a break for a moment, trying to massage her aching jaw before she remembered she had hooves for hands. She glared angrily at Grace and let out an indignant moo when she saw that the goth girl was bottomless and asleep, with Lynn casting the unconscious black-haired whore sappy, adoring looks.

Lauren snapped and bellowed, scrambling on hooves and knees toward the recumbent witch, intent on murder. To her ire, Lynn apparently realized what was happening and screeched, “No!” as she grappled with the enraged blonde girl. Lauren was successfully able to jab her tormentor with her hooves a few times, but not enough to do any real damage.

Re-awakened by the attack, Grace rubbed angrily at her bleeding cheek and nose while she glared at Lauren. Holly had joined Lynn in restraining their violent friend, although her grip was rather weak and she kept rubbing her crotch against Lauren’s ass.

“I can see that offering you a carrot was a mistake,” said Grace coldly. She reached down with her bloody fingers and scooped out some of her grool, then smeared the mixture over Lauren’s nose and mouth, intoning, “If you ever try to hurt me again, your body will become that of a cow, in all details.”

Lauren continued to glare, unsure whether or not such a curse could actually work, but not willing to test it in light of all the other insanity that had happened already. She did her best to moo insultingly.

Grace smirked in response and replied, “I get that a lot. But it looks like you failed at your task, so no hands for you. Plus, attacking me suggests you need an additional punishment.”

The goth girl affected a thoughtful look, tapping her chin with a finger, and humming loudly. Then she put on an uncharacteristically bright expression and said, “I’ve got just the thing! Oh, and Holly-cow, you can cum now.”

Holly mooed loudly in Lauren’s ear as she finally got her release, clenching the prisoner even more tightly as she smeared her various secretions all over the captive girl’s back and ass. Lauren mooed in disgust and tried to reduce their contact, to little avail.

Lauren scowled at Grace, frowning as she realized her tormentor was once again playing with herself. The goth girl said, “For hurting my nose, your own will be a cow’s nose. For not listening to my instructions, your ears will be cow’s ears. For my own amusement, you will have a cow’s tail. And because I love your delicious boob-juice, you’re getting another udder to make even more of it.”

Grace gasped and moaned as the changes she wanted began afflicting Lauren, who found the sensations of her body changing to be extremely unpleasant, although not exactly painful. She wept with rage and dismay as her nose grew longer and broader, becoming easier and easier to see even without crossing her eyes.

The ears and tail were perhaps the most disconcerting, since they started twitching uncontrollably as soon as they formed. Lauren’s hearing was somewhat more acute, although she got no satisfaction from the highly audible squishing sounds coming from between Grace’s thighs.

Lauren mooed in despair when she felt the skin above her crotch bloat and swell as it turned into a large, pink udder, hot and overburdened with creamy milk. It was so uncomfortably full that it was almost a relief when Grace began fellating one of its teats, lessening the pressure oh-so-slightly.

The goth released the nipple long enough to tell Holly and Lynn, “I think you can let her go for now. Come down here and have some of her milk!”

Lauren felt emotionally hollowed out as she was finally released, but simply laid back and felt sorry for herself as the three young ladies slowly drained her udder.