The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“I told you not to touch her!” scolded Dima.

“What’s going on?” asked Roy.

“While they’re under the spell of the hypno-ray, the women become the slaves of any man they come in physical contact with. If you had only left her alone, she would have awoken from the spell just fine.”

“Oh sure. Now you tell me! How was I supposed to know?” Dima rolled her eyes. “How do I undo it?”

“It can’t be undone. After you touched her, it became permanent.”

“Permanent?”

“As far as anybody knows. The Mandrarians are very protective of their mind-control technology. If there is any way to undo it, they haven’t told anybody.”

“You mean I’m stuck with her?”

Roy noticed that the girl was staring at him, with a deep look of sadness in her eyes. She looked like a child who was just told there wasn’t a Santa Claus. “My Master doesn’t want me?” she asked meekly. She was on the verge of crying.

Dima went to her and hugged her. “Shhh... It’s Okay,” she comforted. “Of course he wants you. Tell her you that you want to keep her, Roy.”

“Okay, I want to keep you.”

Even though Roy didn’t sound the least bit sincere, the girl’s face immediately lit up. “Oh, thank you, Master!” She ran up to him, grabbed him, and started kissing him, pressing her naked body tightly against his.

“Wait! Stop!!” shouted Roy. She immediately obeyed. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Laura, Master.”

“Laura, why don’t you go and get dressed?”

“Yes, Master!” Laura immediately scurried off to the locker room to do her Master’s bidding.

Roy turned to Dima. “What the hell are you doing encouraging her like that?”

“You don’t understand,” said Dima. “The only reason for her existence now is to serve you. It’s like eating and breathing to her. If she doesn’t get to fufill her purpose, she will die.”

“But I don’t want her.”

“That may be true, but for heaven’s sake, watch what you say in front of her. She can’t help the way she feels. You’ve got to play along with her, at least until we can figure out what to do.”

Roy looked around the room, and saw that the other women the aliens had left behind had all passed out. “What about them?” asked Roy.

“They’ll be fine, once they wake up. I suggest that the three of us get out of here before they do. We can go back to your place to plan our next move.”

Laura emerged from the locker room, wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse. Her blouse was unbuttoned more than half way, giving Roy a clear view of her braless cleavage. She seemed naturally to present herself in the most seductive manner possible. “I’m ready, Master,” she said.

“Let’s go,” said Roy.

Just 24 hours ago, Sarah had led a normal, boring life. She had a career, of sorts, as an office clerk, and she had a boyfriend, Roy. But now, it all seemed like it was a million years ago. All that mattered to her was that she was a slave, whose sole purpose was to obey, serve, and give pleasure to her Masters.

Yesterday, it might have seemed odd to her that she was sitting, completely nude, in a spacecraft of some sort, along with twelve other naked girls. But today, it seemed perfectly natural to her. She looked out of the window, and saw the Earth getting smaller and smaller. Yet she did not worry in the least. Her Masters had ordered her to get on the spacecraft, and she trusted her Masters utterly.

Eventually, the spacecraft slowed and came to a relative halt. She heard some loud clanking noises, and the hatchway door opened. They were docked to a mother ship, in orbit around the Earth. Her Masters came from the cockpit, and led them inside.

It was not what she expected. It looked like a luxury hotel room. Her bare feet stepped on the softest, plushest carpeting she had ever felt. A bevy of slave-girls was there, waiting for them.

“Oh, Masters!” one of them said, “we’re so happy you’ve returned! We missed you so much!”

“Hello, Paddi,” said one of the Mandrarians. “I have a special task for you.”

Paddi became excited. “What is it, Master?”

He brought Paddi over to Sarah. “Paddi, this is one of your new sisters, the Earth-girl Sarah.”

“Welcome, Sarah,” said Paddi, who then kissed her.

“Paddi,” said the Mandrarian, “I want you to take Sarah, and see to it personally that she is properly bathed and clothed. When she is ready, I want the two of you to come to my quarters.”

“Yes, Master,” said Paddi, who then took Sarah by the hand, and led her down the hallway to the bathing area.

Paddi led her into a large, room, and again Sarah was amazed by what she saw. The whole room was one enormous bubble-bath. There was a giant pool, with several fountains which kept churning the warm, foamy water. The soft bubbles smelled sweet, like lavender or vanilla, only better. There were a dozen or so nude slave-girls already in the water, washing themselves and each other.

Paddi began to undress, and Sarah couldn’t help but stare at her. She had such a perfect body! Her hips were round and in perfect proportion to her slim waist. But what really drew Sarah’s attention were Paddi’s breasts. They were large and round, but still, there was something about them that seemed strange.

“Do you like what you see?” asked Paddi, who noticed how Sarah was gazing at her.

“It’s your breasts,” said Sarah. “There’s nothing holding them up, but they’re still sticking straight out!”

“Well, of course they are, silly!” said Paddi. “So are yours!”

Sarah looked down and saw that just as Paddi said, they were floating freely, like balloons. Sarah was so overwhelmed by her surroundings, she hadn’t noticed before!

“Our Masters have somehow rigged the artificial gravity on this spaceship so that all parts of a person’s body are affected, except the breasts. Paddi played with her boobs, and let them bounce around, unencumbered by gravity. ”Pretty neat, huh?”

The two slave-girls got into the water, and Paddi began to wash Sarah off. The warm bubbles felt so good all over her body. Paddi’s gentle hands were so soothing, Sarah never felt as relaxed in her life. Paddi made sure she washed every inch of Sarah’s body. It seemed to Sarah that Paddi spent an extra long time washing certain parts of her body, but she didn’t mind. Paddi even washed Sarah’s hair for her.

They got out of the water, and Paddi toweled Sarah dry. Sarah felt unbelievably refreshed. Her skin was now as soft and smooth as a child’s, and her hair had a new wave in it.

“You’re so pretty!” exclaimed Paddi. “Our Masters will be pleased.”

Next, Paddi went and got two slave uniforms for them to wear. They were bodysuits, except that they were only about fifteen centimeters long. It was made of a material like spandex or latex, only much lighter, stronger and more elastic. When Sarah put it on, it stretched and cling to her skin, emphasizing the curves of her body. She could feel the material lightly massaging her body, especially the area around her nipples and clitoris.

Meanwhile, the two Mandrarians lounged in their quarters. Both of them were just finished being serviced by two of their new Earth-girl slaves.

“Wow! These Earth-girls are great!” said on of them. “Have we ever been to this planet before?”

The other Mandrarian thought about it for a moment. “Hmmm... I don’t recall.” He clapped his hands, and one of his attendants came forth.

“What is it your require, Master?” she humbly asked.

“Shanna, I need you to check my log.”

“Yes, Master,” said the slave-girl. She started to kneel in front of him.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I want you to check my journal. I need to know if we’ve ever been to this planet before.”

“Sorry, Master.” Shanna went over to a console, and pressed some buttons. “According to your records, the only other time you visited this planet was five years ago. That was when you abducted the Bangles.”

“Oh, yes, I remember now. What a lovely group of girls—and so talented, too!”

“We could be down on the Earth’s surface right now, collecting hundreds of females, if only it wasn’t for that bitch Dima,” said the other Mandrarian.

“She’s been a thorn in our sides for too long,” agreed the other.

“And now it looks like she has an ally, that human we met called Roy. By the way, I was wondering. When a man gets in our way, why don’t we just use the hypno-ray on him?”

“Because our hypno-ray technology doesn’t work on males, only females.”

“Why is that?”

“The problem stems from the fact that people put under the control of the hypno-ray are fully aware of how they are being controlled. This creates a conflict in their minds between their old beliefs and their new, implanted beliefs.”

“What’s that got to do with whether somebody’s male or female?”

“Have you ever got into an argument with a woman?”

“A woman who wasn’t under my control? Yes, I have. It was a very frustrating experience.”

“Well, for some reason that our scientists have never been able to determine, a woman is able to hold two contradictory ideas in her head at the same time, and somehow resolve the conflict. This is why women never lose an argument—they always take both sides of an issue. But if a man has two contradictory ideas in his head, he is never able to resolve them. Any man placed under the spell of the hypno-ray goes insane.”

“I see. This is all very interesting, but what are we going to do about Dima and Roy?”

Just then, Paddi and Sarah entered the room from the baths. “We are reporting as you ordered, Master,” said Paddi.

“Don’t worry about Dima and Roy,” said the other Mandrarian. “I have a plan to deal with them.” He turned to Sarah. “Come over here and sit next to me,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” said Sarah. She went over snuggled up next to him. He put his arms around her. It felt so good to be in the arms of her Master!

“Sarah, I want you to tell me everything you know about your ex-boyfriend Roy.” He had an evil grin on his face...

Back at Roy’s apartment, things were calm. Laura was in the kitchen, she insisted on making lunch for Roy. Dima was in the living room, watching Renegade on TV. Roy was in the bedroom, trying to get some rest.

Laura came into the bedroom, carrying a tray of food. “Your lunch is ready, Master,” she said.

Roy, who was just on the verge of falling asleep, grunted. He looked up, and was immediately startled to attention. “Whoa!” he said, when he noticed what Laura was wearing.

“Do you like it?” asked Laura. She was wearing a nightie that belonged to Roy’s girlfriend. Roy had bought it from Frederick’s as a present, but his girlfriend had refused to wear it. “The other clothes I was wearing were so uncomfortable. This feels much better!” The nightie was perhaps a size or two too small for her. It had a deep scooped neckline, which was barely containing her cleavage. Not that it really mattered; the nightie was made of a see-through material and Laura was wearing nothing else underneath.

Everything that Laura did seemed implicitly to be an act of flirtation. She put the t ray down on the bed next to Roy. As she did, she leaned over to give him a better view of her breasts, as if such a thing was possible. “Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything at all?”

Laura stared deeply into Roy’s eyes. She had a look of total desire in her eyes—In his entire life, he had never got this kind of look from a woman before. “I need you, Master,” she whispered. “I need you so bad.”

Roy reached up and touched Laura on the shoulder. She shuddered, and a soft moan came from her lips. Her soft skin was flushed red. Her pulse was racing a million miles an hour. Roy then realized his was too. Slowly, he began to move his lips to hers...

“I knew it!” Roy suddenly turned around and saw Dima standing in the doorway. “I knew you couldn’t be trusted,” she said. “You’re just as bad as the Mandrarians! All you want to do is make women your slaves!”

“Uh, it’s not what it seems! I don’t want her to be my slave.”

“My Master doesn’t want me?” asked Laura.

“Don’t upset Laura!” scolded Dima. “Now look what you’ve done!”

“It’s OK, Laura,” said Roy. “I do want you!” Laura responded by immediately hugging him tightly and kissing him. Roy tried not to look too excited in front of Dima, but when Laura started rubbing her body against his crotch, where he already had a large boner, he couldn’t help but let out an instinctive moan of pleasure.

“Ha!” said Dima, “you’re enjoying every minute of this! I should have known better to expect more from a man!”

Roy pried Laura off of him and turned to Dima. “What the hell do you want from me? You tell me to be nice to Laura, but when I try, you’re all over me! What am I supposed to do?”

“You just don’t get it, do you? You just don’t get it!” Dima stared down at Roy disapprovingly.

“Well maybe I should just forget about it!” shouted Roy. “Maybe I should just stay here with Laura, and you can go off and save the universe yourself!”

“Pervert,” said Dima.

“You shouldn’t give up your mission on my behalf, Master,” said Laura.

“Huh?” asked a surprised Roy.

“As a slave, it is my duty to see that my Master succeeds in his goals. Only if my Master is fulfilled may I be fulfilled.”

“But if I succeed in my mission, it would mean you wouldn’t be my slave any more.”

“My Master doesn’t want me?” Roy threw his hands up in frustration.

Dima said, “You’re going to have to choose. Are you going to give into your disgusting carnal desires, or are you going to do what you know in your mind is right? You can’t have it both ways, you’re going to have to make a decision!”

Both Dima and Laura stared at Roy intensely, waiting for him to say something.

“Uh...”

At a house across town, a young lady heard a knock at her door. “Who is it?” she asked.

“Ellen? Is this Ellen Zantanna?” the voice on the other side of the door asked.

“Yes, what do you want?”

Suddenly, the door burst open, and one of the Mandrarians rushed in. “I want you, Ellen,” he said, “to be my slave! Ha ha ha ha!” He pointed his absurdly huge weapon at her, and fired his hypno-ray.

Ellen suddenly found she couldn’t move. All she could do was stare into the light—the soft, beautiful light! It felt so good to stare into the light! Ellen felt like she was drifting, a million miles away.

Back at Roy’s, Dima’s locator starting bleeping. “It’s the Mandrarians,” she said. “They’re using their hypno-ray again.”

Roy looked at the locator, and turned pale white. He started towards the door. “Let’s go!” he said.

“Hold on,” said Dima. “The Mandrarians could have chosen any place on Earth to attack next, yet they chose someplace right across town. I think it may be a trap.”

“It’s definitely a trap—that’s why we have to go.”

“Wait—,” said Dima, but he was already out the door. Dima sighed, and started after him.

Ellen blinked her eyes, and snapped back to reality. She was paralyzed with fear.

“Ellen Zantanna, I am your Master! Prepare to receive your Master!” Ellen screamed, and ran away from him. But the doorway was blocked, there was some kind of invisible barrier.

“No!” screamed Ellen. “Get away from me!”

“Submit to me, Ellen! Submit! You know you want to!”

“Never! I’ll never give into... Ohhh!” Ellen suddenly realized how horny she was! The thought of giving into this man, and letting him ravage her body, was turning her on unbelievably!

“You see, Ellen. You cannot deny your true feelings! You are my slave!”

“No! Please!”

“A slave whose only purpose is to serve her Master!”

“Oh, God!” moaned Ellen.

“It looks like you have a lovely pair of tits, Ellen. Show your tits to your Master! You cannot disobey, do it now!”

Ellen realized that her hands were already pulling her sweater up over her head. She had to obey! She threw her sweater on the floor, and reached behinder back to take off her bra. But with the last bit of her will, she resisted! It was so hard to resist! Her breasts needed to be free! “No! No, I wont!” She had a powerful urge to take off her bra, like having an urge to pick at a scab, only a thousand times worse. Somehow, she managed to keep her bra on.

“Wow,” said the alien, “you are one of the most strong-willed women we have ever enslaved. Fortunately, we brought along an aquaintance of yours, who will help you see things our way.” He clapped his hands, and the slave-girl Sarah walked in.

“Sarah!” exclaimed Ellen. “They got you, too?”

“I only live to serve my Masters, and now you do too!” she said, proudly.

“Sarah,” said the Mandrarian, “why don’t you show Ellen how easy it is to obey. Show me your breasts!”

Without any hesitation, Sarah pulled her tight-fitting uniform down to her waist, and let her large tits hang freely. She took her hands and began fondling them. “Mmm...” she said, “it feels so good to obey! C’mon, Ellen, just do it!”

Ellen gritted her teeth and tried to resist longer. The urge to obey was so strong! Her breasts itched and burned like fire. She needed to take off her bra!

“Why, Ellen? Why do you resist?” pleaded Sarah, as she waved her bare tits in front of Ellen’s eyes. “I know you’re just dying to do it! Go ahead, you’ll feel much better! What could it hurt to just take off your bra?”

Ellen said nothing, she just had a look of intense concentration on her face.

“Why would you not want to be a slave? I love being a slave. No more cares, no more worries, all you have to do is obey.”

“Obey, Ellen! Obey!” agreed the Mandrarian.

Finally, all of Ellen’s will to resist was gone, and she could not move quick enough to rip the bra from her chest. A sudden wave of satisfaction overcame her; she never felt such happiness before in her life. It felt like Nirvana.

“It’s about time!” said the Mandrarian. “Now tell me, Ellen, who do you serve?”

“I serve you, Master!” said Ellen, with a big smile on her face.

“Who do you obey?”

“I obey you, Master!”

“Who do you wish to please?”

“I only wish to please you, Master!”

“Well, then take off the rest of your clothes, and get ready to please your Master!”

Ellen quickly stripped off her clothes, lay back on her couch, and spread her legs wide open for her Master. The Mandrarian, who suddenly was naked, got on top of her, and entered her tight, wet pussy. “Oh, God, yes!!” screamed Ellen. She was so horny, it did not take much to satisfy her. “Ohh! Ohh!” she yelled a few moments later as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body.

A little while later, the Mandrarian came too. He pulled out, and said, “Now that you have come, you are mine forever.”

“Forever, Master!” agreed Ellen.

The Mandrarian stood up, and saw that Sarah, who had watched the whole thing, was still fondling her breast with one hand, and had the other hand down the front of her uniform, furiously jilling off.

“Do you wish to come, Sarah?” he asked.

“Oh, yes! Please let me come, Master!”

“Well, I’m sure that Ellen here would be happy to oblige you, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course, Master.”

Sarah went over and lay on the couch with Ellen. “Are you happy, now that you are a slave?” she asked.

“Oh, yes!” whispered Ellen, “so very happy...” and then she kissed Sarah.

“Quit driving so fast,” said Dima. “You’re making me nervous.”

“We could have been there already,” said Roy, “if we didn’t have to wait for her to get dressed and come along.” He glanced in the back seat at Laura, who was sitting there patiently.

“It is my duty to help my Master succeed in his goals,” said Laura. “Only when my Master is fulfilled may I be fulfilled.”

Roy grimaced as he sped around the corner and stopped in front of the house.

“Since this is probably a trap,” said Dima, “a frontal assault is out of the—” Roy completely ignored her as he quickly got out of the car and ran towards the front door. What a fool, she thought. She turned to Laura and said, “Wait here, we’ll be back soon.”

“Okay,” said Laura. Dima got out of the car, and went around to the back door.

Ray entered the house. He paused for a minute in the front foyer and drew his weapon. He heard noises coming from the living room, so he quietly crept down the hall and peeked around the corner.

Roy was completely startled by what he saw. There, on the couch was Sarah, his girlfriend, getting fucked by Ellen, his sister.

“Ellen, no!” yelled Roy.

Ellen pulled her face from between Sarah’s legs and said, “Oh, hi, Roy,” and then went back to eating Sarah’s pussy.

Between moans, Sarah said, “Your sister Ellen is so sweet. She pleases me in ways you never could!”

Suddenly, from behind him, the Mandrarian fired his weapon, and once again, Roy was pinned against the wall in a force-field. The alien laughed, maniacally. “How could you be so stupid to walk into such an obvious trap!”

Roy wasn’t listening. He was too busy watching Sarah and Ellen. “Oh yes!” screamed Sarah, “Oh! Oh!” Sarah never screamed that way for him. “My God! I’m coming! Oh! Oh!! OHHHHH!!!”

Meanwhile, Dima quietly snuck in through the back door. She was worried that Roy may have screwed things up. He was acting so irrationally. You shouldn’t let your emotions take over at a time like this. He was going to get them killed—or worse.

“Dima?” she heard a woman’s voice call out. Her stomach immediately became knotted. “Dima, is that you?”

A woman stepped out of the shadows. “Paddi?” asked an overwhelmed Dima.

“Dima, I’ve missed you so much!” A single tear ran down Dima’s cheek. “Dima, what happened? You said you would protect me from the aliens. You said you would always be with me. I waited for you, but you never came!”

“I’m so sorry, Paddi. I tried so hard.”

“I still love you, Dima. They can’t make me stop loving you.”

“I love you too, Paddi.”

“Are you lonely, Dima. Is it lonely travelling through space, all by yourself?” Paddi approached Dima, as if to kiss her.

“Now!” said a voice. Paddi ducked out of the way, giving the Mandrarian standing behind her a clear shot at Dima with his hypno-ray. Dima was immediately enthralled by the ray. He held it there an extra long time, to make sure it would work.

Dima awoke from her trance. She took a look at the man standing in front of her, and she knew who he was. This man was her Master.