The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Training for psychic battle had many challenges. It was taxing to the mind, taxing to the will. Often, it was tedious. Often, it was frustrating.

There were advantages though. For example, when Dominick was inside his own mind, he couldn’t feel the hangover his body was experiencing.

“Ok bro, today we’re gonna focus on defense. You’re a baller on offense, but your D is hella sloppy. Can’t skip leg day, my dude.”

Dominick had to agree—he’d been metaphorically kicked around yesterday. If they’d been fighting for real, he’d be dead. The pair spent a minute warming up, catching up and making small talk—then they were back in the dojo. Dom took up his stance and waited.

The blows came thick and fast, tentacles flying. Dom blocked and dodged, dancing around the room as Margot relentlessly attacked. For a minute or two, Dom held off every attack, and he started to feel a little cocky—which is when the tentacles struck from five directions at once.

He caught a hammer blow to the kidneys, a second to the chin, and it was all over. Margot wailed on him for a moment, then lifted him into the air.

“For real this time, man—how did I beat you?” Margot’s tone was serious but not unkind.

Dom was huffing, pain throbbing through his metaphorical head. “Too many attacks at once. I couldn’t turn fast enough to block them all.”

Margot chuckled and did his best Morpheus impersonation. “Do you think turning matters in this place? It’s just a metaphor, man. You took it too literally, and you paid for it. If this metaphor isn’t working, pick another one.”

Dom was set down as the dojo faded away. He took a moment to collect himself.

“Alright, I think I got something. Check this out.”

The white infinity of the simulation was replaced with a large medieval throne room. Dominick stood, karate gi transforming into long white robes. An ornate staff appeared in his right hand, and a floppy wizard hat dropped onto his head.

Margot gave the multi-dimensional equivalent of a nod. “There you go—full Gandalf on my ass!”

Dom lifted his staff and the head burst into white flame. “After that last beating, I’m really hoping you shall not pass.”

They went again, Dominick throwing spells and raising shields. Margot pressed harder, attacks coming from every direction, and Dom pushed them back without looking. Finally, Margot simply dropped onto him bodily, his vast interdimensional bulk like a man stomping an ant. Dom lifted his staff, dome of magical runes keeping the immensity from smashing him flat.

As they were struggling, a ripple passed through the metaphorical room. The walls and ceiling shimmered, warped, bulged at their seams. Dom’s shield crackled and sparked, like a bug zapper struck by ten thousand mosquitos. Margot stopped attacking, but an intense force still pressed against Dom’s mind for several seconds. Then it was gone, as quickly as it came.

Dom wiped the sweat from his brow. “That last move was new. Some kind of sneak attack?”

“Wasn’t me, bro.”

“...What do you mean it wasn’t you?” The throne room scene vanished, leaving them in the blank whiteness. “It was squeezing me like a vice!”

“Yeah, me too.” Margot scanned the space, rotating, body still in a way Dominick had never seen before. “You better go check on your family.”

Dom fell back into realspace and scrambled out of the training room. Zoey and Lola were snuggling on the couch outside. Their eyes were full of lust, eager for the morning’s fun, but their enthusiasm faltered when they saw his expression.

“Master?”

“Are you alright?” Dom dropped down in front of them, touching each woman’s face in turn, looking for something, fear plain in his eyes.

“Nicky, Nicky! What’s happening, what’s wrong?” Dom started babbling about shields and rippling and Margot didn’t do it. Zoey shut down his panic with a deep kiss, probing with her tongue until she felt his tension break.

“Nicky, sweetie, we are fine. Nothing’s wrong.” She held him, stroking his hair. Lola slid down off the couch and joined the embrace.

“I’m fine, Zoey’s fine, our green dragon Jethro is fine.”

Dominick’s head jerked up, and she stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m joking, Master. Jethro is blue.” He started to laugh and the pair laughed with him—which quickly moved to kissing and touching.

Soon Lola was on her knees, face buried in Zoey’s pussy as Dominick pounded Lola from behind. She shuddered as his cock slid in and out, moving her tongue in time to his thrusts. Zoey put one hand into Lola’s long black hair, the other playing with her own nipples as she writhed. Her back arched as Lola worked, whispering thanks to God and her beautiful wife. Lola smiled at Zoey’s babbling, then her eyes rolled back in her head as Dom doubled down.

They were still bucking and thrusting when Dave stumbled into the room.

He went beet red as he locked eyes with Dominick. Silently, without breaking rhythm, he gave Dave a ‘two minutes’ gesture then jerked his thumb for the man to leave. Dave was happy to go—he hated walking in on them. He never knew where to look.

Soon the three were lying on the carpet, tangled together and happily panting.

“Feeling better Nicky?” Zoey stroked his face, smiling.

He touched her face back, but his expression was worried. “It is literally impossible to feel bad when I’m with you two… but I think trouble’s waiting for us in the next room. Dave?”

“I’m not coming in until you’re dressed and fluid-free! You have a great big bedroom, damnit—fuck in there!”

Lola sat up, irritated. “Sex is natural and beautiful! Stop being such a repressed nerd and get in here!”

“I don’t have to put up with this shit! I can find a better job anytime—one with a zero percent chance of slipping on a puddle of cum!”

“Lola, I order you to shut up!” Lola’s toes curled as Dom’s command filled her with pleasure. “Dave, we’re disrespecting you and I’m sorry—but please tell us what’s going on.”

“Sigh. You were right Nick—CHECKSUM went off twenty minutes ago. Somebody’s making wishes.”

The three of them were showered—and two of them dressed—then joined Dave and Violet in the office. There was a complex chart on the big monitor, hundreds of short green columns suddenly spiking red past the top of the screen.

“The board lit up at 8:01, about thirty minutes ago. Standard market disturbances, social media disruption—all the signposts of a newly minted billionaire.”

“I remain impressed with your system, Mr Ashcroft. Building an AI to see invisible changes to reality is quite the feat.” Violet was busily typing as she spoke. “But are there any more clues? There are something like 3200 billionaires at present.”

Lola moved to the monitor, Dave awkwardly averting his eyes. “Yeah, we’ve been tweaking the algorithm for a while now, improving the data set and automating the followup checks.” She tapped on the red column and it expanded into a chaotic word cloud.

“Rides, lines, parking, games… A theme park?”

Dave nodded, staring hard at his laptop. “That was my guess as well. I pulled up some amusement park statistics and cross-referenced with billionaire shareholders. I’ve got about 70 candidates.”

A spreadsheet appeared on screen, full of names and statistics. Everyone stared at it, taking notes and brainstorming ideas on narrowing the list. Then Dom stood up, walked to the screen, and pointed at an entry halfway down.

“What the hell is this? Who’s Krystallo Orfanos? What’s Bacchanal Bay?”

Everyone in the room stared at him like he was crazy. “Nicky, you know Bacchanal Bay. We went to Bacchanal Bay for our honeymoon…”

He shook his head, deeply confused.. “We went to Disneyland for our honeymoon.”

Zoey was equally confused. “You and I went to Disneyland.” She pointed between Dom, Lola and herself. “We went to Bacchanal Bay when we married Lola… You really don’t remember?”

Dominick’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT I BLOCKED IT!” He pumped his fist, jumped into the air. “I blocked it—I can remember! I could fucking kiss Margot!”

The rest of the room shared a confused look, then Violet spoke up. “Mr Vasquez, are you saying you resisted the mental changes of a Reconfig-a-mabob? How?”

“We were practicing mental defense this morning! It must’ve come through while I had my shield up—that was the weird crazy pressure! Oh this changes everything!” He stared at the screen, mind racing.

With a final fist pump he turned back to his family, triumph in his eyes.

“Pack your shit kids—we’re going on vacation.”