The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

By the time the boy was done with her, he was pretty much willing to let her have whatever she could find in the store. By the time she was done, she’d found herself a black skirt and a white top with a black vest and numerous bracelets that she thought just looked totally cool and she just had to have them. She’d also found some cool ankle-high boots but what she didn’t find was any underwear.

“It’s a thrift shop,” the boy explained. “Just about everything you see in here is used so as you might imagine, we don’t have any underwear here.”

The woman couldn’t help but nod. Given that explanation, she could understand why there wasn’t any underwear, but unfortunately, that meant she was going to have to do without.

The boy even loaned her some money. It was the least he could do after she’d been such a good fuck, he told her. It sounded so dirty and low when he said it like that and she wished she could say that what she’d done really wasn’t her but after what the two of them had done together, it was kind of hard to argue it any other way.

She arrived home feeling tired and upset and not a little bit horny but she was home at least. Maybe she should take a nice, long bath and think things out and maybe when that was done, she could figure out just what the hell she was going to do about Alfonso Maldonado.

At least that was what she’d been thinking she’d do, but before she could put any of her thoughts into action, there was a knock on her apartment door and when she went to answer it, there was the last person she’d expected to see. “You,” she spat out. “How’d you find me.”

Alfonso Maldonado just stood there. “You didn’t think we’d let you go that easily, did you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Perhaps you ought to invite me into your apartment.”

The woman scoffed at that. Yeah right. Like she’d let him anywhere near her apartment. Hell, he shouldn’t even know where she lived, but wait. If she invited him in, maybe she could find out more about what he’d done to her and maybe if she could find that out, maybe she could figure out how to counteract it. That was a great idea. “Why don’t you come inside,” she offered.

The man just smiled. “I suppose I could, if you want me to.”

“Of course, I want you to. I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t.”

“That’s because you never do anything you don’t want to do. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s right. I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.”

“Then I suppose I’ll come in. You got anything to drink around here?”

“Water. Soda. A little wine.”

“No beer?”

The girl shook her head.

“You should have beer.”

She should have beer, the woman thought. It wasn’t like she even liked it, but she should have beer. She was kind of ashamed now that she’d been caught empty-handed. It wouldn’t happen again. Hell, it shouldn’t have happened at all. Next time, she’d make sure she had beer.

“I’ll bet you’re wondering how I found you.”

The thought had already crossed her mind. No one was supposed to know where her secret lair was. Well, it wasn’t much of a lair actually. It was just her apartment, but lair or no lair, no one was supposed to know where her apartment was either.

“Did you know we had you outfitted with a tracking device?”

The girl shook her head.

“It’s subcutaneous so you needn’t bother to try and find it, but we just couldn’t have you running around loose without anyone knowing where you were. You understand that, don’t you.”

Of course, she understood that. Wait. No. That was wrong, and yet when he said it that way, it just sounded so right.

“You don’t mind having us track your every movement, do you?”

No. It was fine. They could do whatever they wanted. Sure, it might make her job tougher, but so what if it did. She could put up with it. In fact, the more she thought about it, the better she felt about it. Sure, they could watch her all they wanted and in the end, she’d still do her job and she’d show them that even with them watching her, she’d still come out on top in the end.

“What about it? You want us to know where you are?”

“I don’t care. You can track me all you want. It doesn’t matter to me.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that, but let me ask you a question. Have you fucked anyone yet today?”

The superhero stayed quiet.

The man grinned. “I think I’ll take that as a yes.”

“You can take it whatever way you want but I’m not telling you anything.”

“You don’t have to but your silence tells me everything I need to know.”

“How do you mean?”

“You’re trying to hide it. You’re embarrassed by what you are but you’re a fucking slut. You know it and I know it.”

The superhero growled in as menacing a voice as she could manage but of course, she couldn’t argue with the man. She was a slut. She knew it and if he knew it, too, well, there wasn’t much she could do about that.

“You’re a slut,” the man said again, “and you shouldn’t be embarrassed by it. You should be proud.”

“Yeah? So what of it?”

“So you shouldn’t try and hide it you know.”

Well, he was right about that. She had to admit that and besides, it was counterproductive to try and hide it. Hell, if Alfonso Maldonado knew what she was, and let’s face, he was the last person she would have thought would have known anything as personal as that about her, but if he knew it, then probably everyone else knew it, too. So what was the point of her trying to hide it.

“You should want everyone to know what a hot, little slut you are.”

Well, of course he was right about that. There was just something so hot about having everyone know what a slut she was and quite frankly, she didn’t care who knew.

“So why don’t we try it again. Did you fuck someone today?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Who’d you fuck?”

“It was this boy in this thrift shop,” she began. “I needed some clothes cause I didn’t have any money.”

“Why didn’t you have any money?”

“Because I was naked.”

“You were naked? My, my, my. You are a little slut.”

Of course she was a slut. Wasn’t it obvious that that was what she’d been trying to tell him.

“Did you let him fuck you?”

“Of course.”

“Did you let him cum inside you?”

“Yes.”

The man grinned. “I’ll bet you did, Slut.”

The woman couldn’t help but smile when he called her that, like it was her name or something. She liked that.

“I’ll bet you love it when men cum inside you, don’t you?”

Well yeah. Of course, she did, but then she just couldn’t help herself. It was so hot when men came inside her.

“And I’ll bet you love telling everyone just what a superslut you are.”

Oh yeah. She did love that.

Wait a minute. No. There was something wrong with that. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the man. “You did this to me.”

“Did what?”

It was a good question. What had he done?

“What did I do?” the man asked again.

The woman tried to think. She was sure he’d done something to her but whatever it was, it seemed just beyond her ability to comprehend it.

“Would you like me to give you a hint?” the crime boss asked.

The superhero nodded numbly. There was something wrong with that. There was something wrong with having her tell her that and yet for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why that was.

“I’ll bet you’re thinking that whatever I tell you becomes true to you. I’ll bet you’re thinking that I’ve somehow made you believe whatever I tell you to believe.”

Yes, of course. That was it. She wondered why she hadn’t seen it before.

“I’ll bet you’re very mad at me right now.”

She was furious.

“What do you want to do to me?”

“I could rip you to pieces right now.”

“My, my, my. Such language. That doesn’t much sound like a superheroine.”

He was right, the woman had to admit. Superheroes were supposed to be about truth and justice and that sort of thing. Ripping someone limb from limb, even if they deserved it, wasn’t really their stock and trade.

“And besides, you couldn’t hurt me even if you wanted to.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’d never hurt me or arrest me. You might let me fuck you, just to teach me a lesson, of course, but you’d never hurt me.”

What the hell was he talking about. Of course, she could arrest him but so what if she could. It would just go through the courts and he’d hire an expensive lawyer and then after it was all done, maybe he’d get off anyway and what was the point of that. Sometimes, an arrest wasn’t what was needed. Sometimes, it was better to make an example of a man like this. Make him fuck her. Show him who was boss. That was a better way to handle him. Better yet, make him fuck her in front of his friends. Then they could all see how she was making him fuck her pussy. Yeah, that was a better way to handle it.

“Let me ask you something.”

“What?”

“Have you ever heard of nanites?”

The woman shook her head.

“Incredible things. Little robots actually. Small enough to swim around in your bloodstream, but they can do whatever you program them to do.”

“Program me? Wait a minute? You did something to me? The stuff in that syringe. What did you do to me?”

“What do you think?”

“You put those inside me, didn’t you?”

The man just grinned. “I was just having fun with you. You know I didn’t do that to you.”

No, he couldn’t have done that to her, the woman told herself.

“You’re your own woman,” the man told her. “It’s not like you’d ever believe that someone could tell you what to think.”

No, of course not. No one could tell her what to think.

“There’s not a thought that goes through your mind that isn’t your own thought. Every thought you think is your own thought so if you’re thinking you’re a cock hungry super slut, then that’s what you are.”

Of course. She wondered why the man was repeating something that was so patently obvious. Of course she was a cock hungry super slut and no one could make her think otherwise.

“I want to talk to you about something.”

“What?”

“It’s about your crime fighting identity.”

“What about it?”

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for you but Lady Valiant sounds so stuffy, so unapproachable. I mean sure, you dress in spandex which is good, but we both know that the real reason you do that is so you can get some criminal cock.”

Well yeah.

“You like the bad boys, don’t you? You’re always glad when you go bad.”

The woman smiled at that. She liked it. She was going to have to remember that.

“So you’re flying around and you’re so busy arresting guys that you never have time to take care of you. That doesn’t seem fair, does it?”

No, it didn’t.

“Of course, you’ve always had a thing for the bad boys, haven’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s why you became a superhero in the first place, isn’t it? It’s because you like being around the bad guys. It’s because secretly, you hope one of them will take you and fuck you hard, isn’t it?”

Well of course that was it. She loved being around bad guys and their big, hard cock but then she’d always been that way, hadn’t she?

“Sometimes, you just need a cock and the only cock that will do is a bad guy’s ccck.”

Well yeah, that was certainly true. It was just sometimes that that goody two shoes act from the regular guys was so restricting. Sometimes a girl just needed to find herself a bad guy to fuck, and that didn’t say anything bad about her. It was just something she needed.

I’ll bet a superslut like you, you get home after your flying around and all that and I’ll bet your pussy is super wet and yet there’s no one here to take care of it. Well, no one but yourself, and that’s just not fair, is it?”

No, it wasn’t fair.

“So Lady Valiant has to go away. You need a new persona, a new you, that would let you fight crime and still get what you want.”

Yes, that made sense. No wait, it didn’t, and yet, when he said it like that, it was like it just sounded so right. The whole Lady Valiant thing was so old, and she was so stuck up. What she needed was a new identity, something which could allow herself to open herself up, but someone who wasn’t so doctrinaire.

“So we created a new identity for you. We call her Valley Girl.”

Valley Girl. What a wonderful name. It just sounded so right for her.

“Call her the patron saint of shopping malls. She can run around looking for bad guys and when she finds them—”

“She can let them fuck her,” Valley Girl finished the thought. “I love it. It’s totally bodacious.”

“So you don’t mind not being Lady Valiant anymore?”

Lady Valiant, the new superhero girl thought. No way. She was so old fashioned and old fashioned was grodie. She needed something new. She needed something hot. “Gimme a break,” Valley Girl said. “Why would I ever want to be her. She never gets anything for what she does. Me? I want to get fucked. Lady Valiant is like so gag me with a spoon.”

The crime boss grinned. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that.”

“Why?”

“You know, I’m a bad guy, too,” Alfonso said, “so that should mean you must want to fuck me, too.”

The newest superhero grinned. “Why? Have you been bad?”

“Oh yes. Most definitely. I took someone pure of virtue and I turned her into a cock hungry slut.”

“Oh my. That is so totally bogus. I think you need to be punished. Do you want to be the first one nabbed by Valley Girl?” the blond asked hopefully.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He might have been a crime boss and he might and have been a man but just because he was a man, that didn’t make him stronger than her. “Come here,” she cooed.

Alfonso just grinned. “Why? What’d you have in mind?”

Valley Girl easily hoisted the crime boss whom she was prepared to cart off to her bedroom. She’d only intended to offer herself up to the man but her actions startled him. “What are you doing? Put me down.”

As abruptly as she’d lifted him up, she put him down, and then almost as quickly as she’d done that, she asked herself why she’d done it.

“What the hell is your problem?” the man demanded.

“I only wanted to fuck,” she said.

“And you think that’s the way to do it? What the hell is the matter with you, bitch?”

It was pretty much the same question that the superhero had been asking herself. Why the hell had she put the man down when all she wanted to do was fuck.

“God damn. Take it easy, bitch. Now be a good, little superslut and ask me nicely to fuck you.

“Would you fuck me please,” Valley Girl begged.

“That’s better,” the man said.

Well, of course it was. She loved to beg for bad guy cock and who wouldn’t like to beg for it. The bad guys were just so much better to fuck. In fact, just thinking of a bad guy with his cock in her cunt just made her so wet.

“Where’d you get the clothes again, slut?”

“At a thrift shop,” Valley Girl answered and then she wondered just why she’d said that.

“I like it,” the crime boss said. “A superslut like you shouldn’t be putting on airs or considering herself better than anyone else. A super slut like you should be getting her clothes second hand just like her pussy is going to be used second hand.”

Well of course that was obvious. She loved getting all her clothes at thrift stores. She wasn’t pretentious.

“Why don’t you take that skirt off for me?”

Valley Girl didn’t think twice about it. She removed her skirt for the man.

“You’re not wearing any panties.”

Valley Girl shook her head. “They didn’t have any at the thrift store and even if they had, I didn’t have the money to buy them.”

The crime boss just waved it away. “No need to explain,” he said. “I understand. You like it this way. You want to make sure your pussy is always ready to get itself fucked.”

Well, of course she liked it this way. It was so much better if she wasn’t wearing any panties. It meant she was always available.

“And now the top. Take it off.”

Again, the superhero did just what she was told to do.

“You’re not wearing a bra.”

“I told you—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. No underwear. I like it. Remember?”

She did remember.

“Push your tits together,” the man told her.

Again, Valley Girl did just what she was told to do.

“Do you like having guys watch you play with your tits?”

“It’s okay.”

The crime boss frowned and it was clear that wasn’t the answer he’d expected to get. “It’s better than okay,” the man said. “It’s great. You like having guys watch you play with your tits.”

Well yeah. Now that he’d mentioned it, she was agreeing with him, but then she’d always been that way. She loved having guys watch her play with her tits.

And besides, she couldn’t help but notice that the crime boss was opening his pants and he was taking out his cock. She wouldn’t have minded doing that for him but she was playing with her tits.

“Would you like me to fuck your tits?”

What? No. She didn’t mind if guys watched her play with her tits, but fucking them was a different thing altogether.

“You like it when guys fuck your tits. It’s what tits like yours were made for. You like it when they fuck your tits.”

God, look at his cock, Valley Girl thought. He was so big and hard, but then of course, he was hard. All bad guys were. That was what made them so good, but damn it, she thought as she looked at the man’s cock. She couldn’t help but wonder. She couldn’t help but wonder what his cock would feel like if it was fucking her tits.

“Do you want me to fuck your tits?”

The superhero nodded shyly. She did want that.

“You can do better than that. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck my tits.”

The crime boss smiled. “If that’s what you want, you need to get on your knees.”

Valley Girl couldn’t drop to her knees fast enough.

“You know what to do,” the man said as he held his cock in front of her. “You know what to do. Suck on it and make it nice and wet.”

Valley Girl didn’t waste any time slipping her mouth down around the crime boss’s cock. If he wanted her to suck on his dick, then she knew this was what she wanted, too.

“You’re very good at that. Have you done it before?”

The superheroine pulled her mouth back and she looked up at the man and she shook her head.

“Are you saying this is the first cock you’ve ever sucked?”

The superheroine nodded.

“Well, I think you better get used to it because as good as you are, you know the guys are going to want lots and lots of it.”

Again, the woman nodded.

“Go ahead and suck me again.”

Again, the woman slid her mouth down around the man’s cock.

Fuck, the man thought. Fuck. He could have just let her do this. She was just that good at it, but the truth was as much as he could have done that, what he really wanted was to get between her legs, but first ...

“How about we fuck those tits of yours.”

“Mmm,” the girl moaned. She loved it when guys fucked her tits and with that, she pushed her tits around the man’s cock and she cooed appreciatively as the man stroked his way between her tits.

The man groaned. “Fuck. I could cum all over these tits,” the man said.

“I want you to.”

The crime boss was surprised for just a moment. He hadn’t even had to prompt her to say that.

But really, he knew what he wanted her to do. As much as he liked fucking her tits, there was something he wanted even more. “Turn around,” he ordered.

Valley Girl turned and as she did, she gave the man a beautiful view of her ass.

“Tell me what you want me to do again.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

That was all she had to say because in the next instant, Alfonso Maldonado had his cock there at the entrance to waiting hole and then Valley Girl was moaning as she felt that cock being pressed into her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. You like this.”

She didn’t just like it. She loved it, and her moans told the man so.

He was going to cum, the crime boss told himself. He would have liked to have held himself back but he knew that just wasn’t going to happen. “Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck.”

“Fuck me,” the woman moaned. “Fuck me.”

The man groaned and with that, the cum started to flow.

It was a quiet day at Tradewinds Mall but all that was about to change. Suddenly, a cry rang out. “Stop that man. He’s got my purse.”

It really wasn’t that hard to pick up the fleeing suspect as bodies either jumped out of his way or were pushed out of his path. The fleeing suspect cast one last look behind him as he turned and headed for the exit.

He never got there because standing in his way was a blond in a short skirt and ankle-high boots. “Mister,” the blond said. “You picked the wrong mall to steal a purse at.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m your worst nightmare,” the girl said. “I’m a bitch with an attitude and I need to be fucked. I’m Valley Girl.”

The man just shook his head. “Sorry, honey. I’d love to stay and chat, but—”

“I don’t think you understand. That wasn’t a request.”

The man tried to shove his way past the girl but when she got her hands on him, she found her grip was rock solid.

“Let me go, you bitch.”

A crowd was starting to run up on the man and the woman. “Give the nice lady her purse back,” said the woman.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh don’t worry. You will. But for now. Give the lady her purse back.”

Whatever it was that the man thought he was going to say was suddenly lost in a yowl of pain as the newest superhero grabbed his crotch.

“I told you. Give the nice lady her purse back.”

“Here,” the man said in a tight voice as he held the purse out. “Here. Take it, please. Take it back.”

The woman whose purse it was stepped forward and took back the purse. “What are you going to do to him?” she asked.

The superhero just smiled. “I think I’m going to go teach him some manners and before anyone could say anything, she’d flown off with the would-be purse snatcher in tow.

Mall security found the man sometime later in Parking Garage B. His pants and his underwear were down around his ankles and the man kept moaning the same thing over and over again. “No more,” he moaned. “No more. I’ll be good. I promise. No more please.”

And so it was that a new superhero was born, one that defended shopping malls everywhere, and her name was Valley Girl.