The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I didn’t want to go into the field uprepared; so that meant that there had to be a way to test out new weapons and technologies before I was placed in danger. I needed a controlled environment in which I could determine whether a given chemical or weapon would affect Nympha.

So that meant I had to have Nympha.

Here, on hand in my abandoned Brownfield factory. There was really no other way.

The elevator door opened and I stepped into a chamber with a two-story high old reactor tank; once used to process anhydrous ammonia, but one that I had converted, at some cost, to my own use. A plexiglass wall five inches thick separated me and my equipment from two captives.

“It doesn’t have to be this way...” wailed a spectacular woman in a fire-engine red string bikini-sling. It was the sort of arrangement that seemed to accentuate her ass. Sometimes, these creatures came up with rather interesting fashions, being able to create their own clothing on the spot. “Look at my body; don’t you know how much I crave you... you have no—”

“Yes, yes, the pleasures of your body are beyond my wiiiiiildest dreams.” I interrupted mockingly. “I know all about it; I’ve heard it all before.”

“You don’t know; not until you’ve experienced the soft, feminine bliss in the arms of Paradise!” She insisted. That was something of a mystery; I didn’t know for sure whether other Nympha even had names. I wasn’t sure, but I suspected they had less individuality than humans. These two, however wanted me to be on a first-name basis with them.

I could say that Paradise was exotic-looking. Except that her entire species seemed all to affect a shocking, exotic elegance to make a man catch his breath. Sex appeal that would be rare among humans became overwhelming! But even so, Paradise was distinctive.

Her hair was an unusual ice-white, flowing cascade of snowy looks that seemed almost bluish in dim light. But her luxuriant tresses shone with an inner vitality far removed from the pale failure of old age.

She was of a slimmer build that some Nympha, more appealing to a lover of petite women, yet the curves she did have seemed more pronounced on her delicate frame. The traits she had pirated from the genetic material of human women stimulated primal male protective instincts. Each time I saw her, I had to fight urges in my primitive hind-brain that told me to grasp her, shelter her from wild beasts, kill bears and saber-toothed tigers for her sake... and impregnate her. The supple curves of her hips, ass, and thighs seemed to cry out to my penis to plant a never ending stream of young within her womb.

Most men would give their souls to fuck her.

Or course, if they did... well yeah, you would pretty much give up your soul. I had to always remind myself that she was not woman, but demon: Her true goal being to turn me into an ejaculating sperm factory, should she seduce me, both my seed, and my sanity would be lost in the poisoned-paradise between her legs. I grit my teeth, vowing not to lose my mind to the wet delights of her willing cunt.

“It’s not too late, Cecil.” Paradise insisted, arching her spine to thrust up her breasts to best effect. “My arms will give you comfort; my bosom will grant you satisfaction.... and my womanhood will grant you true peace.” The white-haired alien seemed to have a poetic streak; she was sort of interesting to listen to, if you remembered to keep her pheromones away from you, and not to fuck her.

“Not listenniiiiiiinnng.” I insisted as I typed in values on a nearby keyboard connected to a computer that controlled the seals on the tank.

“But you will listen to me;” said a smooth, sultry voice. “I’m in love with you.”

I rolled my eyes.

Pacifica had no end of cons and schemes. She was pressing herself against the corner of the plexiglass near my console, palms and boobs pressed against the surface; desperately fishing for a way to weaken my resolve.

It wouldn’t take much. Her beauty was intoxicating; her sex-appeal volcanic. Her breasts were perky E-cups, wide hips with long and sensuous legs. Her complexion was also surprising. She had skin of a deep, wooden brown shade, but also blond hair and blue eyes. A face of slender, aquiline features with sprinklings of Hispanic descent. She was like a living Barbie Doll dipped in milk-chocolate. Her apparent clothing of red lace lingerie highlighted her juiciest assets.

Pacifica was the sort of female who destroyed politicians and married men. Hers was the body that drove men to scandal and excess. Men would abandon caution and plunge themselves dicklong into ruin just for the chance to blast their seed into such a woman. You wouldn’t be able to explain or analyze your decision; it wouldn’t be a decision at all—you would just do it. All a man had to do was drop his guard; instinct would take over; and he would find himself spewing into her willing womb without being able to stop himself. It would be risky enough if she were just some human golddigger, but if I let my guard down in this situation, I’d find myself with a two-foot dick and unable to walk, while she glutted herself on my semen with a smile and a laugh.

“I understand you, Cecil. We can be partners. We.... we don’t even have to fuck... let me help you! I’ll.... I’ll join your quest!”

“Pfffh.... yeah, right—talk about sleeping with the enemy; my quest is to defeat your kind.”

“And you’d need help for that, inside advice! And I can provide it! You... you don’t have to fuck me right away... let’s just... take it slow.” Her lip quivered; another ruse; another con. I could tell that her nymph(a)mania was burning through her bosomy body. If I opened the enclosure for any reason; mind-control mists and intoxicating breast milk would be on me in a flash.

Maybe Jessie could rescue me; but it might not be for an hour or two before she became suspicious; and these two could double-team my dick with a vengeance. I really didn’t think they would try to escape; they seemed fixated on me with a consuming passion. They’d saturate me with their alien sex hormones as I blasted off more cum than any normal man had a right to produce. Two-hours of threesome alien-orgy sex with them, and I’d probably gain two inches of dick size! Pants were already hard enough to find! But the real problem would be my libido; every time my cock got bigger, I would get hornier. There would come a tipping point eventually where no matter what my intent; I would simply not be able to resist mating with them. That was their real goal; if Paradise and Pacifica could just get my penis inside their drenching alien cunts for just a few minutes; their sex-venom might be able to increase my libido just enough that I might surrender completely to them; like the groundskeeper. I’d be useless; easy prey for the first Nympha with a jiggle in her tits and a sway to her hips.

But MY real goal was to run an experiment. I pressed a button to activate an audio recording device.

“Phase I testing of Compound 19, Series 3.” From an iron grate above the Nympha, a purple liquid gushed down onto the pair. Not that much; just enough of the concoction to fully douse both girls; and the results would be recorded.

Pacifica blew a wet strand of hair away from her lips before speaking. “You think I fear these experiments you conduct against us? You think this will change anything?” The purple liquid glistened against her creamy skin. “Well, I pity you, Cecil! You condemn yourself to this cold, sterile, industrial graveyard to wage a pointless war. If only you would take me in your arms and thrust yourself inside me; your troubles would vanish!” She sneered. “You think I am some wicked succubus who will destroy you? You will know a bliss beyond reason! All we want is to feel you inside of us! All I ask is that you throw me to the ground and sire your seed into my womb! So easy! Just Cum! Cum inside me! That’s all you... all you... have to... to...d- b- boobs.... m-my... my breasts?!”

Pacifica felt it too. Her chocolaty bosoms felt firm and tight, warm and tense. And the tingling hit her groin. She squeezed her E-cup melons together as the sensations increased. When it started; she was squeezing her mamms in such a way that an inch of space was between them, her fingers sinking to the second joint in pillowy boobage. And yet, as the tingling heat continued to build the dark-skinned Nympha noticed a firm but irresistable pressure that caused her boobs to bridge the inch and squeeze together again; without her hands moving. Swells of ripe mammary bulged outwards and up—up until her knuckles threatened to sink into the bosomy bounty.

Simultaneously; Paradise experience similar symptoms; her breasts were slightly smaller; pleasant D-cup tangerine-like mounds of womanhood just large enough to seduce. Within four seconds, any fruit comparison would have required grapefruits. She yanked aside her sling-bikini and gasped as her nipples hardened; aureolas spreading like a stain of lust across widening boobage.

“S-something’s wr-wrong... c-can’t change my wings... back...NNNNGH!” She grunted, eyes squeezed shut.

Well this was something new; I was looking for a paralytic agent but... did this chemical have practical potential? The Nympha were clearly distressed; and it seemed as though they were losing control of their morph-wings, that normally simulated clothing—it appeared that they could not change them back!

Pacifica fell to her knees, grunting, swells of mountainous cleavage erupted out of her lingerie-top. The darker girl threw back her arms to allow more room as rampant titflesh filled and spread sideways and downwards. Ten seconds after the spray had begun, the bulbous breastmeat rising from the constraining lingerie was a large as a cereal bowl overflowing with marshmallows. And her shapeshifting ability was suspended! Both aliens were trapped in their guises of lusty women constrained by their clothing.

As their breasts continued to grow.

Unable to turn her bikini back into butterfly wings, the sling across Paradise’s torso tightened further. Was it more than just breast-expansion? Was her ass widening, plumping, ripening as well? It seemed so. She squealed as her ass cheeks were forcibly tightened, made even more prominent.

That was when the lactation began.

For Paradise, trails of rich milk flowed in a fertile river from her exposed teats, accompanied by another tingling throb—a throb that meant growth. Mere D-cup tangerines—to grapefruits, and in the time it took for three spurts of intoxicant-milk, her bosoms exceeded overripe coconuts.

For Pacifica, dark stains spread rapidly through her lacy cups as she tried with her bare hands to hold down the rising tide of chocolate cleavage. As her partner’s breasts surpassed coconuts, Pacifica’s own mamms rose, quivering as they pushed upwards two inches... three inches... from below her clavicle... four inches... five inches.... until they had thudded softly into her chin. At last, she pulled her lingerie free, spilling out acres of wobbling cleavage which unleashed thick sprays of milk.

By now, both pairs seemed nearly equal to volleyball size, and no longer contrained by their apparent clothing.

They collapsed on hands and knees, having no choice but to let the lactation run its course, ripening bodies exploding with fertile cream. Soon, their wings returned to normal, and they ceased the illusion of clothing, slipping and unfolding to their true shapes.

“You I ....ooohhh.....” Pacifica moaned as the urges, the heat rushed to her cunt. Both Nympha moaned as shivers of erotic fury singed through their flesh, the chemical onslaught causing them to lose all control over their sexuality. Once their breasts surpassed Soccerballs in size; it was difficult for me to follow their exact dimensions, as they filled up the space between their chest, elbows, and the floor beneath. Pacifica slowly flexed her vivid, blood-red wings, as Paradise fluttered her orange and black classic Monarch wings.

“You...oouuuuhhh... will pay for that, Cecil! You think this is funny? I WILL escape Cecil! And if you’re worried about your manhood now....when I’m through with you; we’ll be using your penis as a lightning rod!” She stood, wobbling on her top-heavy center of gravity, then thrust her blossoming, engorged pussy against the plexiglass. “Get a gooood look; this is where you belong; my CUNT is your destiny!” She hissed defiantly, as her near pumpkin-sized breasts continued to dribble.

I rolled my eyes and began walking towards the middle of the plexiglass partition.

Her colossal melons squeezed against the glass as her eyelids fluttered; her sex-madness approaching delirium.

“You know you can’t resist me... I just have to get close to you... and we will mate...” but that was when Pacifica started rubbing her hands down Paradise’s ass and thighs, while whispering something in her ear, always scheming. But I had a good idea what the plan would be.

“You talk big, but are going talk all night, or are you gonna deilver?” I asked with a raised eyebrow and a hand on my zipper. Both Nympha gasped, how could they forget what time it was! The experiment was only one reason I had come down here.

If you were keeping prisoners, or lab animals, whatever their final fate, you still have to make some provisions to keep them long term—and the Nympha weren’t whores by choice; they really did actually require live, fresh, human male sperm to survive and grow. And frankly, I didn’t trust anyone but myself around them.

That meant I had no choice but to feed them my own semen.

I had made special provisions for this when I put this holding tank together. There was a black circle in the middle of the plexiglass wall, connected to a T-junction and pneumatic tubes. The inside of the black circle was soft and slippery. I really tried to keep Jessie from coming down here, but she knew all about it. This was the main reason Paradise and Pacifica seemed deeply obsessed with me; for months they had been entirely dependent on my sperm alone, yet I made sure they could not make physical contact with me. Their seduction instincts were tormenting them night and day; they were hard-wired to feel a man inside them.

But they wanted to live, so they made the best of things. I probably shouldn’t have sympathy for any of them, but I installed the stripper pole mostly for their peace of mind. It gives them the hope that someday; just someday I might become so intoxicated with their bodies that I will relent—open the tank and allow myself to be ravished.

The pair moved in perfect, sensual coordination (no doubt having ample time to practice) undulating along their simple, metal pole with more grace and sex-appeal than the most seasoned human professional in a fully-stocked tittie-bar. They blended their butterfly wings into their bodies, forming the likeness of naked human women decorated with metallic glitter in decorative loops and whorls up and down their flawless skin. Paradise had silvery metallic glitter in a flowing pattern winding from her right leg to between her pumpkin-like breasts. Pacifica had golden glitter swirling from her pussy to wing-like circles around each vast boob.

They swung and gyrated in sinuous orbits smiling with more zest and energy than I would have believed possible, kicks and twists and agile pirouettes impressed me as I thrust my raging manmeat into the slippery indentation I had designed for this purpose, my masturbation under their expert stimulus eased my tensions to the point of real pleasure. So easy to get taken in; these ravishing lovelies were here for me... for my enjoyment....

Pacifica spun away from the pole and caressed Paradise’s shoulders, then began kissing her way down... down the curvature of toned muscle and voluptuous swells, finally kissing the other woman’s ass—literally.

They both twirled around the pole again, shifting positions; this time Pacifica gripped the pole with her legs and arms, leaving her ass dangling in the air; while Paradise spooned into the other woman, humping and gyrating against the nude swell of her ripe, chocolate ass; in a convincing Lesbian-sex simulation. They both turned in unison to glare at me as their hips gyrated into each other; looks of wild, tempting passion in their eyes. I think they knew; I believed they could sense my fetish for Lesbian porn; and they played it to the hilt. Those eyes, those mesmerizing eyes, swirling and glowing, as if to say ‘Why aren’t you here with us? Why isn’t your cock buried to the hilt in Paradise’s ass! You aren’t you sucking Pacifica’s pussy?’ I moaned with ecstasy as I felt my passion mount—nice try sisters; but the mesmerizing eye trick could only stop a victim from taking action; they couldn’t make me release them.

I came powerfully, suddenly, with a fiery shock of liquid bliss rocketing out of me like a river of living happiness. My demon-dick thrashed within the receptacle for far longer than was normal, and for almost a minute thereafter, the explosive release dazed me.

The pneumatic tubes were calibrated to shunt half of the semen away into the sewage, and the rest into black feeding tubes within the enclosure; but there was a problem: Originally I had set up this system to give the Nympha the bare minimum they needed to survive; a starvation diet. They needed sperm to finish their lifecycle and start their metamorphosis; but if they were starving; they would never be strong enough to mature to their adult forms. The plan should work, had been working—the only flaw was me...

More to the point, my cock!

Frantic, I checked a nearby computer monitor... DAMN! My total sperm volume was eight times greater than the normal amount for a man of my age! (Really, I was churning out more cum than the horniest teenager in town had a right to!) IDIOT! At these numbers; It was the same as if the girls had mated twice in one day with normal, healthy men! Far from a starvation diet...

They were getting stronger and smarter from my cum.

I should have noticed how energetic and healthy they seemed. This was the one area where I could least afford a mistake! Well, for today the damage was done; the Nympha were gulping down my reward from the feeding tubes; Pacifica’s blue eyes glaring at me as if promising ’ Next time.... your cock!’.

I fled up the stairs; hoping it wasn’t too late; that the girls weren’t yet strong and smart enough to escape and fuck me.