The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Hanna slid to the side of the bed and stretched out

She looked out at the breaking dawn sky. She shivered.

Most people welcomed the rising sun.

Hanna despised it

“Don’t go” pleaded the raspy weak voice

Hanna turned and smiled

Plummer was a large fat middle-aged man. He had just had the best fuck of his life.

He’d been amazed to pick up such an amazing hot, young thing… and she wasn’t a prostitute.

They’d come back to his flat and she almost raped him, flinging him on the bed

He should have known then something was amiss… such a small figure of a woman tossing him through the air like he was as light as a pillow.

She mounted his short cock with enthusiasm

Her eyes—so menacingly hunky—seared into his as she rode him

He barely noticed her upper canines as they extended into fangs

But then he did and an adrenalin rush… he brought his hand up to her throat

She laughed.

She took hold of his wrist and squeezed till his bones ground painfully against each other. He howled in pain as she pushed his arm effortlessly out of the way

Her mouth snapped hard against his neck

He came. Despite himself, as he felt her razor sharp fangs cut into his flesh he cock jerked and shot his load into her

And she grunted like she was coming; but it was from feeding.

She grunted like an animal in heat

And she sucked at his blood

If he could have come again he would have.

When she released him he instinctively felt to his neck; as if he’d find a gaping hole there. Instead her saliva, reacting with the air, made his skin scab over

He felt the wounds. They stung

She smiled

Her eyes… those searing eyes

And he could not but surrender to her.

They fucked again, or more he ate her out. He did so willingly. He tongued her cunt, and her asshole, and her cunt again.

And now as dawn approached she turned and pulled the sheet off of him and wrapping around it she slid under his bed.

He lay there.

Her mind was in his.

“Yes” he said

He would never betray her. Even he knew she might drain him dry he lay there panting, desiring her.

It was more powerful than love

It was a need

It was, almost like how he felt towards his mum when he was a baby

That need of being. Yes, she was like his mother. Only he fed her.

He felt his cock spring up again. He was weakened. But he masturbated.

He thought of her, not of her fucking him, but of drinking from him again. And he soon shot a small jot of seed into his hands. He licked it clean.

It was another hour before he felt strong enough to get out of bed. It was an unsteady journey to the bathroom

He urinated and as he did he heard her in his mind again.

She was ‘resting’ but she was still also alert

“Yes” he said again, obediently.

He went over to the wall-mounted phone and called in sick

“That’s it!” Hank spat “You don’t come to work, you’re out of a job”

“Yes” he said passively. The words didn’t quite register in his mind… he did’t care. Obedience was all that mattered

“Do you hear me John Plummer!?!” Hank Marvin spat

Plummer hung up the phone

He went to the sink and gulped down a glass of water… he was dehydrated. Another, then another. Very thirsty.

He went over to the lounge chair, still naked. He sat down and waited for sunset

Hanna rose as the sun-dipped.

She pulled herself from under the bed and dropped the sheet

Her mind searched out the apartment. She found Plummer’s mind there, waiting for her. He was suddenly alerted to her and he smiled.

She was in the bathroom when he found her.

Sitting on the toilet, urinating

He went to her and knelt down

She shifted a little forward and his tongue caught her flow

He lapped at her

She toyed with his hair like a woman playing with her dog.

She loved him—he was not handsome. But a vampire truly loved a man for what he had on the inside… his blood.

As she pissed on his face the phone rang

“Plummer?” the woman’s voice said “Are you there? I heard you were fired!’

There was a pause

“Please… if you’re there… pick up the phone”

Hanna looked back to her ‘dog’. He hadn’t noticed the phone. His mouth hung open, gulping down her amber fluid.

She stood up, knocking him backwards. She wiped herself with some paper

“Thank you” he whimpered

She turned and offered him her ass.

“Yes, Mistress” he said as he got up on his knees

It was the first time he’d called her that

He drove his tongue up inside her. It tasted bitter but he continued to eat her anus out.

The phone rang again. He did not notice.

She did. It was that woman again.

It annoyed her—the intrusion

She couldn’t enjoy the moment and she knocked him away as she went to the phone.

“Please…” the woman said… “It’s me, Connie”

She hung up however as Hanna reached the phone.

Hanna smashed the phone; punching it into the wall. The concrete pillar lost a large chunk

The small cut on her skin closed over almost immediately. Her knuckles then bore no signs of the tremendous power she had just weirded.

Plummer scurried over to her

“Mistress?” he asked, “Did I upset you?”

“No” she said

He turned his head to expose his neck “Do you want to feed”

“Go back to the bed and lie down” she said

He smiled. He sprung to his feet

“Mistress?” he asked as he watched her climb over him… his cock hard as a small rock

“Yes?”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“No” she said as she mounted him

He was glad not to die

But she did it for herself… she never killed unless she could easily dispose of the body, and John Plummer would be missed. And, over time a series of missing bodies would draw attention she did not want.

She rode up and down on his cock. Her clit stuck out proudly

His hands slid up her sides, and then his thumbs pressed against erect nipples. Her chest was flat otherwise.

At 4′ 6″ she was quite small. But in her life of thousands of years she had often used her diminutive size to her advantage. For one thing she seemed to most people no threat at all.

She leaned forward, her long black hair brushing against his stomach.

As she leant her clit rubbed against his body. He looked down at it, impressed by its size.

He wanted to play with it, but as he had tried this last night, and she wouldn’t let him… he didn’t try again.

She was wet. As she rode there was a small squelchy sound

She noticed him noticing

“I could kill you” she said

He smiled

“Rip your throat open”

He gasped

He’d fought her the two previous feedings but he would not again

Instead, he came and relaxed into the bed as she leaned up on him to feed.

She took only a little.

And then, she lay on him. She looked almost like a child, his child, lying on him, in his arms.

“I love you” he whimpered.

She didn’t respond. It wasn’t love

The only one she’d ever loved was her brother, and she’d not seen him alive since 1044. Another time. A world away.

Her feelings for Plummer were as for al mankind. She had her own love for people, but it was only because they sustained and nourished her.

There was a banding on the door

“John?”

Hanna recognised the woman from the phone…Connie

“John?” she banged again

Suddenly the front door opened

“John?” she gasped

He stood there emaciated, pale. Naked.

“John?” she cried running to embrace him “Oh, my what’s happened to you?”

The door shut behind her

Connie turned around to see Hanna there, naked, smiling

“Who is this girl?” Connie asked, mistaking Hanna for a child. And of course that was a great advantage to Hanna. A grown woman would have drawn more of Connie’s ire. But she instinctively felt that it was Plummer who had done something wrong…. deeply wrong

“Who?” she gasped looking back at Plummer

As she did Hanna stuck

She leaped onto Connie and as she did her fingernails suddenly lengthened into talons

These dug into Connie’s flesh

Connie cried in shock and pain

A free hand grabbed around her face, cupping her chin, turning her by powerful force to look to one side; exposing her neck

Plummer watched passively.

Connie’s eyes looking to him for help

A sudden sharp pain in her neck

The sound of sucking

Her knees trembled and she wet herself

The feeling was strangely like the best fuck she’d ever felt. All the pain washed away and a burning heat… like the first time she’d been penetrated.

“Ohhhhhh!” she gasped, surprised by her own orgasm.

And, she instinctively carried her assailant into the bedroom.

Hanna released her and Connie’s first thought was to scream for help… that was until she watched Hanna sink to her knees and lift Connie’s dress

Connie watched remotely, almost as if watching it happen to someone else. She heard her panties torn, and then her tampon pulled from her roughly.

“Ow” she gasped as she was bitten again, and the knowledge that Hanna was feeding from her again.

Her orgasm would be even more powerful than before.

Connie lay down naked on the bed next to Plummer. They didn’t touch. She turned slightly to look at him but could not say anything to him.

Hanna wrapped a sheet around her “You will not try to escape me” she said to Connie. The sheet stuck to her crotch from dried blood.

Connie smiled, instinctively opening her legs a little as if inviting Hanna to feed again. As she opened her legs she felt a small sting as the sheet tore slightly from her wound. She nodded obediently as Hanna slid along the floor under them.

The daylight cracked through the window.

Plummer and Connie lay there, to recover as Hanna rested under them

“Yes, Mistress” Connie said as she heard Hanna in her mind.