The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

We had been walking in circles like for ages. Trees all around us. No water, no food. We had to chew plants and hunt whatever we found, without knowing if they were edible or poisonuos. There were only three of us left: Martin, the paleontologist; Andrew, the biologist; and me, translator and guide of the expedition. We were so exhausted we easily shouted at each other, almost fought all the time. We tried to fix a rout, acording to the sun, and be strict with it. At night, we would take rest.

At the beginnig, the plan went perfectly. For two days we walked, straight to nowhere, hoping we would get to a civilized place sometime. The forest almost seemed to get lighter, some paths appeared, previously stepped by who-knows-who.

But then, everything turned wrong. I must have eaten something, or drunk the wrong water. Suddenly, I was throwing up and shaking with fever. What kind of place was this, that first weakens you and then tries to kill you? I had the most horrible dreams. I dreamt about the beginnig of the expedition (Martin saying: “something easy, the company has already explored the land”; me accepting; me meeting Andrew, and not liking him at all...); about my home, back in Los Angeles (my wife saying goobbye, crying, my wife telling me not to go, my wife telling me that she was pregnant, me getting angry because I thought it was a trick to keep me home); I dreamt about the huge amount of money they were going to pay me “if everything went well” (but now, would they pay me at all, even if I got out of here alive?)

Then I don’t know if I dreamt or I really heard Martin and Andrew fighting. Martin said they had to stay with me. Andrew saying “fuck him”, “bad luck”, “it’s him or us”. Martin: “They will help us”. And again Andrew: “give me that gun”. Then I completely fall asleep, and I rememeber nothing.

When I woke up sun was up high in sky, I was still sweating and felt weak, but I felt quite recovered from my illness. My stomach wasn’t hurting any more, I had no fever, or just a little. My clothes were wet, and smelled like hell. But I had nothing else, and for some reason I didn’t want to walk naked in the middle of nowhere.

I looked around. First shock. There was nobody. Either Andrew had convinced Martin, or both of them had gone to look for food and water. I was all alone. What if they never came back? What if they had abandoned me in the middle of the forest with no weapons, no medicines, nothing at all?

Second shock. I wasn’t exactly alone: there was a body lying two meters away from me, almost covered with mud and blood. I know it was quite cruel from me, but I thought: “God, please let it be Andrew. Please let it be Andrew”. And it was. He was dead, obviously. He had a big open hole in the middle of his forehead. His mouth wide open, as in astonishment. He didn’t expect to die. Maybe it was “me or him”.

I had to make a decision. Should I start moving? Or should I wait for Martin to come back? If he had gone without me, which one was the correct direction? I had no way of knowing if the sun was going up or down. I couldn’t know where North, East, South were. But Andrew’s dead body would surely atract beasts. That’s probably why Martin had abandoned me. Yes, that was the most probable thing.

I started walking again, then, in any direction. I supposed it was still morning, so I followed the direction of my shadow. That was the decision we had adopted days before. When we were three people, when we were a group. When Andrew was still alive.

After some hours of walking, I looked up again. I had made the wrong decision. The sun was with no doubt getting down. I was going back on my own steps. I sat down, and cried my bad luck. I don’t know if I passed away, or I fall asleep. Suddenly, it was all dark.

And then they were all there. I was surrounded in all directions. I turned around to count them. There were almost fifty of them. They were all women, all naked, all armed with guns and fusils. The classical Greek Amazons used to cut one of their breasts to be able to shot with the bow as well as men did. Well, these ones didn’t have to cut anything. And it would have been a pity, though: through the darkness and through my own illness, I could see that they all were in a quite good shape.

None of them said a word to me. I didn´t know what to do. Finally, one of them, blond, long haired and taller than any other, came to me and threw me to the floor. She was getting me tied. I didn’t try to resist. How could I, really. I was almost hopeful that they would take care of me, that I could get some sleep and some food and water if I showed myself submissive enogh.

They took me to their “village”. It was like a camping, except that instead of caravans, they used old military tents, and instead of a holiday group they looked more like a well trained sexual guerrilla. They were organized, all of them seemed to know what was their job, and they looked both happy and responsible about fulfilling it.

They put me in a special, small, dirty tent in one side of their campament. I was so tired. One of the girls stayed with me as the others disappeared. She kept staring at me, like waiting for me to do something. I didn’t understand. She was pretty, though, the “tiny little” model that you could hold in your arms forever. Seeing that I did nothing, she came to me and started to unbutton what was left of my blouse. I was so embarrassed: because I hadn’t understood her; because she was pretty and was getting me naked; because I realized again how bad I smelt. And if she expected any kind of sexual transaction between us, she was going to be sooooo disappointed.

It was nothing of that kind. When I took my underwear off, she made a pile with all my stuff and left the tent. I saw a fire outside, and smell smoke. They were gettting rid of my clothes. Now I had absolutely nothing at all.

I woke up next morning in a different tent. I don’t remember moving, however. My wrists felt hurt, but I wasn’t tied any more. I spent the rest of the morning lying on the floor, thinking that maybe, at last, I had been lucky with finding them. Or being found by them, to be more exact.

Sometime about noon, they all came in. There were at least fifty of them. The tallest one, the one that had tied me the night before, put a plate with some food in front of me, full of what looked like some kind of meat with vegetables; it tasted a bit spicy. They lighted a fire near to me, for no apparent reason. I finished so quickly, I was worried I would throw up again, in front of all of these women.

But what came up was something different. First of all, I started to feel dizzy. My head seemed to flow from one side to another, like a globe. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Then I looked into the fire. It made the most strange forms. I was quite mesmerized by it. I may have stayed like that for hours. The next thing I realized was a sort of buzz, or a moaning. They were doing it. Them, the naked women. I looked at them. They seemed angry. But what were they angry about?

I started thinking of what had I done wrong. I couldn’t think of anything. Yet, they seemed so upset... Then I realized. My wife. My wife. I had abandoned her. I had abandoned her and my baby, all alone in L.A., just to come here in a stupid expedition. I saw her angry image, in the face of every women I had in front of me. I was a pig, such a pig. I was the most horrible man in the world. The buzz was increasing. Growing harder.

-No, no, please, stop, I’m sorry.

I fall down to the floor, crying. Slowly, they got silent, and then, one by one, they left the room. Again, I was alone, more alone than ever.

Next morning I felt a bit better. I didn’t know what they had done to me, but it was nonsense. I would ask them to set me free, to let me go see my wife, ask her to forgive me, and she would, and we would rise our child, our child, happily.

And then, the same ritual. All of them coming in. The tallest one with the food. The fire. The buzzing. But they wouldn’t get me this time. I was not going to eat.

However...

They still looked angry. And I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t resist it. Some of what had given to me must have stayed in my blood. And they looked so angry, oh, so angry. And they wanted me to eat. I felt like puking again. The food was just in front of me, so close. I started to moan, and then to cry again.

-Why do you do this to me. Please stop. Please. Please.

The buzz continued there, at the back of my head. I could almost understand words on it.

“Eat, eat, eat the food. Eat, eat, eat the food”

-I don’t want to, i don’t want to -I cried.

“Eat, eat, eat, EAT, EAT, EAT”

I came closer to the food and starting eating. It tasted even spicer than the day before. I didn’t like it, but they looked so angry...

And the same effect. I hadn’t even finished eating, when I felt my head go. I felt tired too, tired of fighting against them. A voice in my head seemed to say: “better not to fight any more”. I finished the food and lied back. They were all there, looking at me, and this time they didn’t look angry, but indifferent. That felt even worse. Why were they looking at me like that? Didn’t even see me? Didn’t even care about me? I felt like I was nothing. Like nothing. The image of my wife appeared again. She cared nothing about me. Even if I went back to her, she would reject me. She would rise my child, MY child, without me. She hoped I was dead. She prefered I was deas not to worry about me anymore.

How was that possible? That bitch! And I thought she loved me! And I loved her!

“Forget about her, forget about her, forget, forget”

Yes, of course I was going to forget about her. But it was hard, it was hard.

I didn’t even realize when they left. I would have wanted to thank them for making me see the light. The light of who really abandoned whom, of who was here the traitor and who was the victim. Of what a mistake my past life had been, what a big, big, painful mistake.

Next day I must have waken up later than the previous ones, and they were already in the tent. All around me, all naked. In fact, the blond one was ON me, all naked. Sitting on my stomach, smiling at me. I smiled back at her. The fire was on, and all the others were buzzing for us. Oh god this felt right. She took some of the food and gave it to me directly to my mouth. It was the spiciest thing I had ever tried. It almost hurt on the lips, tongue, throat. But I didn’t care. This woman was here to make me happy, smiling, moving slowly back and forth, back and forth, as if I was a baby trying to sleep. And I did feel sleepy, but I also wanted her to be happy, so I tried to stay awake.

When she gave me the next piece of meat, her fingers stayed a bit longer near my mouth, and I got to lick them. I didn´t know if that was right, so I waited. She kept smiling. Even more than before. So when I had her hands close to me again I licked them happily, more happily than I had ever done anything. The next thing I licked was her tits. She lained forward to let me do it. Then backwards; forward, backward again. The others kept buzzing.

“Worship her, worship her, worship, worship”

Yes, that was right. She was a goddess. A goddess. An actual, faboulous goddess that wanted me to worship her, to lick her, to taste her. When I felt her hands around my cock, I felt a shock. A shock of pleasure. I looked around. All the women were smiling at me. The flames reflected on the tent made all kinds of sexual forms for me. I couldn’t even think of how my wife looked like. Next to that, I was in her: in my Goddess.

The buzz kept growing

“You are hers, you are hers, you are hers”

and the blond woman kept moving back and forward, now with my dick no her pussy.

“You are hers, she is your Goddess, you are hers”

And the other voice at the back of my head: “don’t fight with them, or you will feel horrible”.

And then, it all stopped. I didn’t have time to get to orgasm. Nor did she, I should say. But suddenly she stood up, smiled at me for the last time, and left the tent. The others followed her.

I was completely aroused by this game, and I felt like my dick was going to explode in any moment. But I also new, I don’t know how or why, that if I masturbated I will feel down again, as down as when I discovered My wife’s abandonment, as down as when they were angry with me. And I didn’t want them to be angry with me. Specially, I didn’t want my Pleasure Goddess to be angry with me.

I won’t make this too long. All the same happened the next day. And the next one, and the next one. We went on like this for at least ten days, with her tempting me, with my worshipping her, and without letting it get to the orgasm, which I needed almost fisically.

Until one day, it was all different. First of all, they took me out of the tent, and brought me to the middle of the village. From there, I could see almost everything: the other tents, the big rainforest surrouding it, the blue sky above us... And I could also see Martin. Yes, Martin, my expedition companion. So, they also had him. So, he had been lucky to find the goddesses too. But he didn’t look happy at all. In fact, he didn’t even look like a human being. He was just there, sitting naked, with a huge erection between his legs, his eyes blank, his mouth open, dripping dribble like a little baby.

But I couldn’t think of that any more. I felt a soft touch on my shoulder, and I turned. It was my goddess. She was adorned with a flower crown on her head, bracelets in wrists and ankles and a golden necklace with the image of Diana, the moon goddess. She made me lie down, and sat on me, as usual. All the other women were around me, buzzing, also adorned, also smiling.

“Worship her. Don’t fight. Worship your goddess”

This time it was not just one fire, but eight or nine. It was getting darker. The jewels on my goddesses body made all kind of sparkling reflections of light as she moved back and forward. They were making me lose my mind, they almost hurt. All of this almost hurt: it was so beautiful... I wanted to close my eyes, but my goddess would feel disappointed. And I didn’t want to lose her sight even for a single second.

“Goddess, goddess, goddess, worship. worship, worship”

I was in heaven, with my goddess sitting on me, letting me kiss her fingers, tits, shoulders, open mouth. Then another thing happened, that was different from other days. Another girl, the tiny little one that undressed me the first day, stood up and came smiling to me. The buzz grew stronger.

“Goddesses, worship, goddesses, surrender, surrender, surrender”

The little woman also kissed me, just before sitting on my face, with her open pussy really close to my mouth. Now I could see nothing, but her butt and cunt, waiting to be licked. And I didn’t want her to get angry with me, so I started licking. Her soft, pink pussy tasted spicy, just the same way the food did. It was that same aroma, like mixed strong herbs. Like a drug. The more I licked, the more I wanted to feel her in my mouth.

“surrender, surrender, surrender, surrender”

And after that, I felt something else. My left hand. Somebody was taking it and putting it into something hot. I realized a moment later that it was between another girl’s legs. My fingers being pussed into the pussy, deep into it. The juices running over them. I couldn’t see who it was. I was too worried licking, and moving my waist to please my blond Goddess. And then the same thing happened to my right hand. I could hardly move anymore.

The remaining girls where buzzing so hard it was like a continous scream at the back of my head. Like a thousand voices screaming.

“Worship, surrender, goddess, ours, surrender” “Ours, You’re ours, surrender, worship us, worship” “Don’t fight, ours ours OURS”

By now I had another girl rubbing herself against my right leg. Another one against my left one. I think somebody was pussing down the tiny little, because I couldn’t almost breathe, so close was she to my mouth. I just kept licking and licking and trying not to choke with her juices. The movement of my goddess was increasing, but she was pressing my dick in a way that prevented me from cumming. I was in heaven, even if was a painful one. All the voices were now screaming the same scream without words, as orgasm kept getting closer. I felt like hundreds of hands over my skin, trying to get a piece of me to caress. My goddess was moving so fast I thought I would explode. The tiny little one also started to move back and forth, rubbing her cunt against my mouth, against my tongue, harder, harder. My arms, legs, chest, stomach, were covered with female naked bodies.

And then, as the blond girl set my dick free of any pressure, we all orgasmed simultaneously. My face got soaking wet by the little girl’s pussy. The same happened to my full body, covered in their female scents. But my dick, oh my. I came, and I came, and I keep cumming again and again and again. My goddess was still moving fast, and it seemed like she wasn’t ever going to stop. I came until it hurt. I came until I was exhausted, but still the Goddess was over me, asking me for more. And I did’nt want her to get angry, so I kept moving. I started moaning. I couldn’t resist this any more. But I had to. None of the girls had got away after the orgasm: they were all still rubbing their bodies around my. And I heard again the voice:

“ours, ours, ours, ours...”

And I kept cumming, and cumming, and cumming. And falling, and falling into the darkness.

And now, here I am. When I woke up I discovered I was sitting near Martin, on the floor, naked. I wanted to talk to him, but I had nothing to tell him. The only image in my mind is that of all the girls around me, over me, cumming for me. I see it over and over again. I suppose my eyes are blank, I know my mouth is open and dripping and I’m sure that I still have that huge erection that my goddess produced to me. I don’t want her to get angry.

They feed me with that spicy meat every day, and I need nothing more. From time to time one of the girls comes and touches me, and everythung starts all voer again. And I see the lights, I hear the buzz and the voices, and taste the scent of the tiny little one. Except that this time it’s all in my head. And I cum for whoever it is that touches me. I realize it’s a kind of entertainment for some of them. For others, I’m a sperm producer every time they want to get pregnant.

It doesn’t matter to me. I get to see my Goddess every day, not only in my head, but also walking through the village. And I have the memories of that day, when I last had a mind of my own. Sweet memories. The sweetest ones. Who would want to know anything about civilization, about a wife, about a son, if they could live forever worshipping their Goddess?