The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was the next morning and the when the one-time superhero awoke, she found she was naked. That was odd enough in and of itself, but she was naked and she wasn’t at home.

Actually, she was naked, she wasn’t at home ... and someone had dumped her body in a trash dumpster.

She supposed there had to be some greater meaning in that, but then again, maybe there wasn’t. Her secret identity was still intact so it wasn’t like they knew where to take her to take her home, but no, there were plenty of things they could have done with her that didn’t involve getting tossed in a trash bin.

No, there had to be a message in that.

It was almost as if the answer had come to her simply because she wanted to know.

They’d injected her with something. She didn’t know what or even how it had been accomplished and she certainly didn’t know what it could do. All she’d known at the time was they’d injected her with something and she remembered looking at her arm, almost as if by looking at her arm, it would make whatever it had done to her go away.

It didn’t work that way, of course.

At least, they’d stopped blasting her with that stupid ray gun. That much at least was something she could be thankful for. And the men had stopped what they were doing in the chop shop. Indeed, all activity seemed to have involved watching her.

That certainly hadn’t seemed like a good sign at the time and she was about to find out just how bad it could be.

It took about fifteen minutes for the first urges to begin to form. They’d made her take off her clothes and she was still there naked and it was kind of hot having these men watch her.

Of course, it wasn’t really hot, she told herself. These men were scum, and when she got herself free, she was going to kick their scummy, little asses.

She’d even bought that. After all, this was her telling herself this, and surely, she wouldn’t lie to herself, so it had to be the truth, only ...

Only she was having a harder time believing it.

Her pussy was getting wet and as much as she tried telling herself it wasn’t getting wet, it was.

And she was still naked, and the men were staring at her tits, and that just kind of made her hot, too. She knew it shouldn’t, but it did.

It had to be the drug. She knew that. It had to be the drug, but so what if it was. Did that really change anything? After all, even if it was the drug, she was still horny.

She tried to shake her head as if that would somehow make it better.

It didn’t.

She just got more horny.

All these men, all gathered around her, all waiting for her. It was kind of exciting. It made her want to ...

No. No, that was wrong. No.

What was wrong about it. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to fuck so bad.

Her eyes locked in on one of the men standing in front. There wasn’t anything all that special about him. He was just there but she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. “What’s your name?” she’d asked.

“Kevin.”

“Do you have a big dick, Kevin?”

“I guess.”

“Can I see it?”

“I guess.” The man hauled his cock out.

“That’s a nice one,” the woman gushed. “Can I suck it?”

“I guess.”

Oh God. She sounded too eager but she just couldn’t help herself. She had to suck it. “Mmm,” she’d moaned. “Mmm.” That was good.

Somewhere along the way, her arm had been untied from the chair. That was good. That meant she could focus more of her energy on sucking Kevin’s dick.

No, that wasn’t it.

Yes, it was, and besides, there was a man fucking her from behind while she sucked Kevin’s dick.

Mmm. She liked that, too.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to stop herself. She had tried, at first, at least, but every time she tried to pull back, it seemed as if her need for it would increase dramatically until she finally just gave in and pretty soon, she didn’t even bother to try and make herself stop.

She wanted them to fuck her and the more they did, the more she wanted it. She wanted them to fuck her. She’d wanted them to use her.

And that’s when they’d started to titty fuck her.

It was this one man at first. He’d looked kind of dirty. She should have been repulsed, the woman had told herself, but she wasn’t, and then he’d told her what he’d wanted to do.

By that time, she was already lost. When he’d told her what he’d wanted to do, she’d simply agreed. She’d pushed her tits together and she’d begged the man to fuck her titties.

“That’s jugs,” the man had corrected her.”

“What?”

“That’s jugs,” the man had said. “Tell me you want me to fuck your jugs.”

“I want you to fuck my jugs.”

He’d done just that and it had felt good, and to think, the woman told herself. To think that at one point, she hadn’t wanted to show these men her tits. She loved it when men fucked her tits or jugs or whatever they were and then the man who’d been fucking her tits had suddenly cum all over them and then ...

And then she’d wanted him to do it even more and fortunately for her, there was a long line of guys all willing to give her exactly what she wanted. A man would come up and she’d beg him to fuck her titties, and it seemed as each and every time, the man would correct her.

“That’s tatas,” one man would say.

“That’s fun bags,” another would add.

“That’s super sexy sweater puppies,” still another would add.

And every time the woman would correct herself. “That’s right baby,” she would coo at the men. “I want you to fuck my tatas. I want you to fuck my fun bags. I want you to fuck my super sexy sweater puppies. Fuck me. Fuck me good.”

And even when they were done, they weren’t done with her. They’d made her clean herself off with her uniform and then they’d made her lick their cum up off of her cape, and she’d loved it.

So how was she going to get home. She was sure the effects of the ray gun had worn off by now, so she could fly. Only ... only it would be rather hard to explain a naked woman flying through the air.

Okay, if not that, then what?

The dumpster in which she’d been tossed was in an alley. It had the advantage of anonymity but all she had to do was peer down the alley and she could see people walking up and down the street that was just beyond the alley. Whatever the street was out there, it looked busy.

What was she doing, she chastised herself. She was cowering. She was a superhero. Superheroes didn’t cower.

Yeah, but she was naked.

She looked up and she sighed. Maybe flying was the only way.

She looked up again and ...

She got five feet off the ground before she gave it up and tumbled back to the ground.

What the hell?

She was scared. How could she be scared, and yet she knew how? Flying? That was crazy. There was nothing holding her up. She could fall. Flying was crazy. She couldn’t do it.

What was crazy was saying she wouldn’t do it. She had done it. She’d done it before.

Yeah, and so. She’d gotten lucky before but flying was just plain crazy. She knew it was just an irrational fear but she knew she just couldn’t do it. She’d just have to find some other way to get herself home.

She still didn’t even know where she was she told herself as she crept closer to the entrance to the alleyway. Any moment, someone was going to look into the alley and see her and ...

And why did that make her hot?

She knew why. It was because she was naked. It was just the thought of some guy looking at her naked body. Oh my God. That was like so totally fucking cool.

She groaned to herself. Just the thought of that was already starting to make her horny and the more she thought about it, the harder it was not to think about it.

Oh geez. That was so totally awesome.

Shut up. Just keep your mind on the task at hand.

Her hand was playing with her pussy even before she realized what it was doing. Stop it, she admonished her hand, but her hand was unrepentant.

Damn it. She really had to get home.

Oh fuck. A guy had noticed her. He’d just snorted like he thought she was some kind of slut and he’d just walked on by. Oh geez. This was ... this was bad.

There was a thrift shop across the way. She hoped they had clothes there. She was going to have to step out in public like this, she told herself. She was going to have to cross the street, but if she could get there ...

If she could get there, what? It wasn’t like she had any money so even if she could get there, what could she do?

What she couldn’t do was wait here for some guy to see her, for some guy to want her to suck his cock, for some guy to want to fuck her ...

Stop it, she told herself. Stop it now!

She groaned to herself. She didn’t have any time. She had to get some clothes right now or she was going to let some guy fuck her.

She was going to have to time it, she told herself. From her vantage point, her vision was limited, but from where she was, she watched the traffic. She was going to look for a break in the traffic. She was going to cross the street. She certainly wasn’t going to look both ways.

She darted out of her alleyway and just the exposure was enough to make her heat rise. She started across the street until she heard the screech of brakes. She turned to look at a car bearing down on her.

The car hit her or perhaps it was closer to say the car came to rest against her legs. Certainly, she didn’t feel the impact and the car definitely didn’t leave a mark.

What did leave an impression was the driver. He was looking right at her or more specifically, he was looking right at her tits. Oh fuck.

No, she told herself, and she fled the rest of the way across the street and that’s when a thought hit her. The store had better be open, she told herself. That would be so totally bogus if it wasn’t.

It was and with a sense of relief, she opened the door and she let herself into the store.

“Can I help you?”

She turned to look at the salesman behind the counter. Oh great, she thought. Why did it have to be a guy and why did he have to be looking at her tits.

“Can I help you?” the boy asked again.

“I ... I need some clothes.”

“Obviously.”

Oh geez, the woman thought.

“I don’t have any money.”

The boy behind the counter let his eyes roam up and down over her naked body. “I think that goes without saying,” the boy said.

Oh geez. Having him look at her that way, having him check her body out with what was obvious lust, oh geez, that was so hot. “Can you help me?”

“I suppose I could,” the boy said. “I suppose you’d like for me to give you something to wear.”

“If you could.”

“I think maybe I could. Why don’t you come here.”

“Come here?”

“Yeah. Come here. Step up to the counter. Let me get a better look at those tits of yours.”

Oh geez. He wanted to see her tits. She shouldn’t like this but she did.

“Can I touch them?”

“Yeah.”

She couldn’t help but moan as the boy’s hands reached up and squeezed her tits. “So you want me to help you, do you?”

“Yeah.”

“If you want my help, then you’re going to have to let me fuck you.”

Again, the woman nodded. She could see the boy’s eyes flare just a little. He hadn’t expected her to agree to that.

The boy wrinkled his nose. “What’s that smell?” he asked.

“I think that’s me,” the woman said reluctantly.

“You?”

The woman nodded. “I was in a trash dumpster.”

“What were you doing in a trash dumpster?”

“I was sleeping.”

“You kind of stink.”

The woman groaned. She wasn’t sure why she was taking this. Sure, she needed clothes, but she was almost relishing telling the boy that she’d spent the night in a trash bin. Why was she enjoying that?

“Are you a whore?”

“No!”

“I just thought,” the boy said. “I mean, with tits like those—”

“What’s wrong with my tits?”

“Nothing. I mean they’re great, but I just thought maybe ...”

Oh damn. He liked her tits. Oh damn. That was making her hot.

“I thought maybe they were fake or something. I mean they’re so good, and I guess maybe I thought you were a hooker or something. We get them around here sometimes, you know.”

“I am not a hooker.”

“I can see that,” the boy said, “but if you’re going to stay here, we have to get you cleaned up.”

“How?”

“There’s a bathroom in the back. Customers aren’t supposed to use it, but I suppose I could make an exception. You can use the soap to wash off and I’ll bet I can find something here for you to dry off with.”

“Thanks.”

“But wait. You are going to let me fuck you?”

There it was. She had to say something and she just knew that whatever she said was going to have to be the truth. It was just the way she was. She was incapable of telling a lie.

“Well?”

And besides, there was the way the boy was staring at her tits. Damn it, she liked that. She liked it a lot.

“Well?” the boy asked again.

“You can fuck me,” she said.

“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” and with that, the boy led her deeper into the store.

The bathroom was gross, the woman thought. The mirror was cracked and the toilet ... well, it looked okay but it didn’t look like anyone had emptied the trash in days, and as for soap, there was a nearly spent bottle of liquid soap. It was totally bogus ... but it would do in a pinch, and beggars couldn’t be choosers.

She used the soap to wash her body and she was using her hands to try and rinse the soap off when there came a knock at the door. “Yes?” she called out.

“I got a towel for you,” the boy called out through the closed door.

A towel. Thank God. For a few moments there, she was contemplating having to dry herself off with paper towels. She opened the door. “Gimme.”

She took the towel and once more the door was closed. There was hardly any room to move around in there, but she managed to get herself dry.

The only thing was that meant ...

That meant there was still the boy to deal with and almost as if in answer to her thoughts, she heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Yes?”

“Are you done in there?”

“Almost. Why?”

“You promised.”

Damn. She had promised. And she was a superhero. She didn’t break her promises, but ...

But she didn’t want to do this.

“You okay?” the boy asked again.

“I’m fine.” She opened the door.

And there was the boy and his eyes seemed to lock almost immediately on her tits and it made her so hot. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing, she told herself. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to let the boy fuck her.

“You promised,” the boy said.

She really shouldn’t the woman told herself. She had a reputation she was supposed to be maintaining, and that meant she wasn’t supposed to let strange boys fuck her just because they liked to look at her tits. “Someone might come in,” she said.

“I locked up before I came back here,” he said. “No one’s going to come in.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

He was staring at her chest and damn it, that made her so fucking hot. “You promised,” he reminded her.

She did, but geez. Didn’t he have anything better to do? “Where do you want to do it?”

“How about here?”

“How about where?”

“How about here. Right in the hallway.”

No way. That was totally grungy. No fucking way. “I don’t want to do it here.”

“Then we could do it out front.”

“No. Someone might see.”

“But you promised.”

God, she wished he’d stop reminding her of that. “Okay,” she said.

“Okay what?”

“Okay, we can do it here.”

“Cool,” and with that, the boy started to remove his clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking my clothes off.”

“But why?”

“Because you’re already naked.”

The one-time superheroine gritted her teeth. He was right about that.

“You want to suck my cock first?” the boy asked.

“What?”

“You want to suck my cock first? I really want you do it,” the boy said. “I’ve never had a girl suck me off before. I mean, Leanne Driscoll said she’d do it, but then she chickened out at the last moment.”

She was about to tell him in no uncertain terms that she’d never sucked a guy’s cock before and that she wasn’t about to start now, but that was before she realized that she was already dropping to her knees and that she was already wrapping her hand around the boy’s cock. “Sure,” she told him. “I’ll suck your cock.”

What the hell ...

But that was as far as her mind got in its thought processes because in the next moment, she was sliding her mouth down over the boy’s shaft.

“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned.

Oh fuck indeed. She just couldn’t help herself. She had to suck the boy’s cock and now that she was doing it, she couldn’t help but wonder what the boy’s cum tasted like. She’d never tasted that before and she knew that suddenly, she had to have it.

No, she tried to tell herself, and yet every time she tried to tell herself that, it seemed as if she just ended up sucking him even harder.

It seemed as if as much as she tried to prevent it, it seemed as if it was going to happen. It seemed as if the boy was going to cum in her mouth and now that she seemed to accept what was going to happen, it seemed as if she wanted it even more.

It was going to be good, she told herself. It was going to be good when she let the boy cum in her mouth. She didn’t know why she hadn’t done it before but she didn’t care. She was doing it now and she couldn’t wait to taste that cum.

“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned and then she felt it, the feel of his cock as it let go inside her mouth.

Mmm, she loved it. She sucked him harder and she was rewarded with even more cum. Oh my God, the woman thought. Oh my God. She didn’t know how she could have gone this long without knowing just how good a man’s cum tasted. She needed another cock to cum in her mouth. She needed it right now.

And fortunately, there was one right here, she thought as her mouth started in again on the boy’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned. “Oh fuck. Wait a minute. What are you doing?”

The woman didn’t bother to answer. It should be obvious what it was she was doing.

“Wait a minute,” the boy said again. “Wait a minute. You promised.”

The woman growled to herself. There it was again. That word. Yeah, he was right. She had promised, but she really wanted to suck a cock.

“You said I could fuck you,” the boy reminded her.

Yeah, she had, she remembered and reluctantly, she pulled her mouth back.

“That’s better,” the boy said. “You can’t go breaking your promises, you know.”

She wasn’t breaking her promises, the woman tried to rationalize. She just hadn’t remembered it, and besides, she was sucking his cock. Wasn’t that good for something?

“I’ve always wanted to do this with a girl so get down on your hands and knees.”

The woman didn’t know what ‘this’ was and she didn’t care. Let’s just get it over with, she told herself.

And that’s when she felt the boy coming up behind her and then he was pressing his cock hard up against her pussy, the very cock that she’d been making hard moments before, and then he was shoving his cock inside her hole.

Oh fuck, that was good. She loved getting fucked that way.

Oh geez, that was good. Oh geez, the boy was going to cum. Oh geez. She wanted him to do it. As much as she’d wanted him to cum in her mouth just moments before, now it was something else. She couldn’t wait to have him cum between her legs.

The boy groaned and even as she felt his cock doing what a cock is supposed to do, she could feel her pussy responding to that cock. Oh geez, that was good, she told herself. Oh geez, that was so fucking good.

And the woman couldn’t help telling herself something as she felt the boy’s cum gush inside her pussy.

She sure was glad she’d promised because damn, this felt good.