The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The green was an endless sea. Impossibly vast. Unfathomably deep.

But not, as it happened, eternal.

There was no way to know just how long he drifted in the light, unthinking and unknowing, but eventually Max found himself once again able to think. Barely. It was like rising from the deepest sleep he’d ever experienced.

Or like having the worst hangover he could imagine. Even though he wasn’t technically of age, he was a good-looking guy who went to the right parties. The kinds of parties where moderation was in short supply and the room started to spin by the end of the night. Only once had it completely laid him out, though. Lying there, on a hardwood floor, his limbs like anvils, certain he’d be sick if he moved one muscle.

This was different. His head didn’t hurt, but it was unbearably thick. He didn’t feel nauseous, just dizzy. But Max had never, in all his partying days, felt so helpless.

The first thing he could determine was that he was lying on his back, on a soft, rubbery surface. Next, he tried his arms and legs, but they were far too heavy to budge. Every muscle he attempted to move failed utterly to respond. Only by mustering every last ounce of his willpower did he force his eyes to flutter open.

Above was a pure, undifferentiated white, until a blurry grey shape appeared overhead. A voice, calm and clear, rang in his mind.

You are awake? Curious.

“N-Nnnghhh?” Even pushing out his breath a little harder and vibrating his vocal cords was a struggle.

He dragged his heavy-lidded eyes around the pale void until they settled on the darker blob. He tried to focus, either his vision and his thoughts, but both were impossible. What... happened? Where am I? Where’s... where’s Jenna? Got tired... and then green... and now this... what?

Do not be alarmed. You are safe.

Hearing the voice again swept away some of the cobwebs, crystallizing his thoughts.

Fuuuuck... what is this? Where am I? Jenna... where’d she go? What’s... what’s happening?

Small stirrings of animalistic fear, sexual frustration, and privileged, self-righteous indignation fueled his drive to move. I’m not supposed to be... wherever this is, dammit! I’m supposed to be giving it to my hot-ass girlfriend! This is NOT okay!

He was still helpless to shift his lifeless body, but he did manage to force his eyes to un-blur a little, and pushed out a few more feeble vocalizations.

“Hnnh. Wh-Whhh...? Hoo’rr yhhh...?”

He tried his best to focus an angry stare at the slowly sharpening grey blob. As he did, the indistinct shape became a face. But not a human face.

The grey-skinned head was hairless and smooth, the cranium enlarged compared to human proportions. A small, lipless mouth creased the face below a tiny, flat nose. Pitch-black eyes, dark as the void of space, regarded Max coldly. Or at least he thought they were regarding him. He could certainly feel its presence, its will, scrutinizing him somehow, on an unnerving level.

It looked, for all the world, like an alien.

There will be time for explanations later, said the placid voice in his head. For now, we require your cooperation. Please relax.

Max stared at the stereotypical extraterrestrial face for a long moment. Even as he slowly became aware that the creature’s words were appearing inside his head and bypassing his ears, the reality of the moment just refused to solidify. Max’s family was well-off and well-connected. He was too accustomed to getting his way. Too grounded in practical, even selfish concerns. Too distractingly pent-up. He just couldn’t process something so enormous. And with that flat denial came a renewed focus and vigor.

So instead of relaxing as he was told and offering his awestruck compliance, he redoubled his efforts to resist the heavy-limbed paralysis and thought hard about the words his mouth struggled to form.

“Whh..fgg. Nnh. F’mm....”

What the FUCK? Whoever’s doing this, it’s not EVEN funny!

“Khh-mm p’hh...? Nngh, huhhh, whh. Hnn-guhh... rhhh!”

What kinda lame-ass prank is this? Am I getting punk’d? Bro, no WAY am I signing any release or whatever. Lemme go before I get REALLY pissed off!

A slight frown formed on the being’s face.

I can assure you, this is quite real. And no, you may not leave. The entity’s words arrived in Max’s mind with a sense of certainty and gravity, in the hopes he might take them to heart.

Seeing his limbs start to twitch, the alien waved a slender, four-fingered hand over Max’s body. He felt a tingling sensation over his ankles, and with a faint buzz, some kind of restraint materialized there. The same kind of soft, rubbery material as the surface he was resting on. The same buzz appeared on his thighs, then his waist, and finally wrists and forearms. On his bare, naked skin.

You mind must be calm if we are to begin the assessment. If you remain agitated, we will be need to... secure your compliance.

Calm? To hell with that!

Max wasn’t sure what to think as the firm, authoritative thoughts slipped into his awareness. His denial was still so strong, but now the main thing shoring it up was the sheer terror of the reality. The creature’s gesture made him aware of his nudity, and the restraints pinning his weak, leaden body down completely. He was helpless. Naked and helpless and...

Abducted by aliens?

The thought was very quiet in Max’s head, like he was hesitant to let it form. It was so insane. No. No, that’s something only cousin-fucking redneck drunks talk about! It’s not something that happens to normal people! B-Because it doesn’t happen! It’s not real!

A hint of green began to color the white ceiling behind the entity’s head, and the indirect light source took on a shimmering, head-swimming pattern.

Oh geez, maybe someone burned the wrong plants in the fire? Maybe I’m tripping? Hnngh, I can’t move, feels so real, that voice in my head... gotta be a way out. Gotta wake up. Just get your head in the game, man. Just find something to... to...

Max’s desperately searching eyes settled on the only other thing apart from the alien that they could see: the green light on the ceiling

“Hnnhh...?”

Wait, what’s... that? It kinda looks like a... no, wait... sorta... uh...

Unable to quite get a grip on the intricate, dizzying, shimmering... something, Max found himself looking deeper and deeper in hopes of picking out some pattern.

Your assessment can be completed much more quickly if you do not resist, the alien said dispassionately. The lights wash over Max’s mind, eroding his willpower with every pulse. Bit by bit, the entity’s words sounded more and more reasonable. I understand this must be unsettling, but you must allow us to proceed. Relax and comply.

Allow you...? N-No, I... uh...

Max struggled to keep a grip on his outrage and worry and bluster as he listened to the creature’s smooth, calm, persuasive, reasonable mental voice. And at the same time also trying to reach the end of the impossible braid of light and form before his eyes. He became less aware of himself, less aware of his struggles, and he relaxed unthinkingly.

Accept...

Then, somewhere to his left, Max heard a voice. A not-in-his-head voice. A human voice.

“Hnn... Max...”

It was Lin. She sounded weak, though maybe not quite as weak as Max himself. Hearing her made him think of the girls he’d been camping with. Of gorgeous Jenna and her delicious pussy. Of probably-kinky Lin and possible-threesome-option Trish. Sophie too. His unsatisfied lust simmered up again, and his exposed cock shifted and thickened. No. He couldn’t give in. This was some crazy crisis, and in times like this, the strong, awesome guy saved the day and got the girl. Thoughts of post-rescue sex bolstered his stung pride and pushed aside his primal panic. Yeah... get going, get free... get laid!

The young male’s libido was the strongest, most all-consuming urge he had, and Max drew on it with every bit of his shaken ego. He didn’t care if it wasn’t the most honorable motivation. It was all he had right now.

“Hrrgh... L... Lin!”

Feeling like he was pushing through thick gelatin, Max wrenched his head to one side a little, looking in the direction of Lin’s voice. His gaze swept more lazily than he intended, taking in the body of the alien standing beside him first. It was humanoid, for the most part, and remarkably so. Rather than being a stereotypical “little green man,” this being’s physique might have almost been mistaken for a person wearing a skin-tight, matte black jumpsuit, and might have cast fresh doubt on this whole situation. But upon closer inspection, it was clearly inhuman, far too slender and graceful in its proportions to just be someone in a rubber mask.

Then his eyes slipped in the direction of Lin’s voice. She was lying parallel to him, behind the alien, on a some kind of examination platform. It looked like a glossy white egg that had been laid on its side, and cut in half to form a flat surface. Max could have sworn it was floating a foot or so above the dark grey floor. And she was naked too.

“M-Max...” she said again. Her mouth could barely form the word, though he didn’t need it to see the fear in her eyes. There was another grey-skinned figure standing beside her, one with more feminine curves than the one looming over him. It placed a hand on the side of her head, and her body quivered for a moment. Gently, the female turned Lin’s face upward, toward the ceiling and the green above.

Your companion is also being uncooperative. But we have methods to convince both of you that compliance is in your best interest. As the images of rescue and reward flashed through his addled, horny mind, Max felt the presence of the alien there too, observing his fleeting thoughts, and boring into his psyche.

H-Hey...! Get... get outta my... that’s NOT okay! Stop it!

The alien tilted its head. It is common to be unsettled by our way of communicating at first. Many species find it very... intimate. You will acclimate.

Max struggled mightily—or rather, as mightily as a paralyzed, restrained man could. He felt violated by the mental contact, in a way he never had in his life. It made him acutely aware of being naked and bound, like Lin and possibly the others. It made him feel absolutely powerless.

After a few moments, the alien held up a small, clear orb in front of Max’s face. It looked like glass, except there was a swirling, throbbing light emanating from the center. Red light this time. This device will expedite the process. Please, look into it.

No! Hey! What’s th-ooohhhh fuuuuuck!

The red light was sex. Pure, primal lust. Max shuddered from his head to his toes as every nerve in his body came alive. His skin flushed and sweat beaded on his brow, despite being exposed to the cool air. With only a few heartbeats, his cock swelled to full hardness, throbbing a deep, desperate purple. A moment later, a thick drop of precum glistened at the tip. He was so bound that he couldn’t even thrust his hips.

“N-Nnnhh...”

His fingers twitched. His hips trembled. His cock spasmed. He needed relief so badly, but Max was so utterly, utterly helpless.

Fuck... gaaah... gotta... oh Gawd, I gotta... please... pleeeeez...

The globe flashed, sending an erotic jolt through his mind and body, rattling loose some of Max’s fantasies. Jenna, her taste still on his tongue, was naturally the first. So many nights flashed before his mind’s eye; the back rows of movie theaters, the back seat of his truck, and so many others, right up to their interrupted tryst in the tent. But there were women besides Jenna who played in his wet dreams. Girls from high school he’d pursued before going steady with his sweetheart. Girls that pursued him in college, usually the skanky sluts his frat brothers brought to the house parties. If he’d never met Jenna, he’d be nailing each and every one of them himself. And thanks to the influence of the red light, he imagined himself doing just that, in every location and position he could conjure.

As the fantasies flitted past his mind’s eye, it seemed at first that Max’s intrusive sex-thoughts leaped randomly from one to the next, but certain images and emotions started to linger, and gain sharper focus. The alien’s will was holding them in place, he could feel it. The creature was forcing him to linger on some, and skip past others.

I have located some desires that have been buried deep below your conscious mind. This repression is likely to be the source of your resistance. We must resolve some of the tension it is causing before we can proceed.

Max mewled. Nnngh... n-nooo... oh, Gawwd...

The fantasies grew more depraved, plumbing depths the macho jock tried his best to lock away. He imagined his hottest teacher, Professor Gardener, making him eat her pussy and ass in front of the class and then spanking his bare ass over the desk. He imagined his trophy-wife mom’s best friend Darlene, that smoking-hot cougar, dolled up like a Dominatrix and mercilessly stroking his shaft while he was tied down and cock-ringed. Berating him for peeping on her changing for a swim... Such a naughty boy...

Haaah... y-yes, Ma’am... p-please... forgive me ahhhgh...

He imagined kissing smooth, tender feet and fervently licking pussy and being laid out to be ridden like a toy. Like a slave. The room and the aliens and Lin’s pleading had faded away. Nothing else mattered to him as the un-manly thoughts battered his psyche like sharp hailstones. It was so humiliating. So emasculating. He was so weak and helpless and submissive.

He’d never been harder.

Good. We are making progress.

The examination table Max was strapped to, presumably a floating half-egg like Lin’s, gently tilted upward, until he was reclining at a forty-five degree angle. The motion and shifting gravity brought him out of the waking wet dreams, if only barely. In his peripheral vision, he could make out the circular shape of the room, the seamless smoothness of the white walls, and the sight his friends arrayed around the center, each lying naked on their own identical table. A pedestal in the middle of the room held a much larger version of the clear orb; the basketball-sized sphere was the source of the the green light, projecting it on the ceiling in ever-shifting designs.

Of the six of them, Lin was the only one similarly restrained. For the rest, there was no need, as they all stared up into the green with slack jaws and half-lidded eyes. Sophie’s lips twitched as though trying to whisper something, and a thin line of drool trickled down Jenna’s chin. The corners of Trish’s mouth almost seemed to be turned up in a grin, while Ben’s eyes darted back and forth with the hypnotic patterns.

The alien glanced over to Lin and gestured. Her table tilted just like Max’s, and the two friends rotated to face one another. Her nipples were as hard as Max’s cock, and a wet spot darkened the surface beneath her pussy. Like him, her gaze was drawn to the red orb in the entity’s hand, straying only a moment at a time to glance at him before being pulled back again.

She is also proving uncooperative, the alien said. There was a note of admonishment in its thoughts. But I believe the solution to her resistance will be... complementary to yours.

With another flick of its thin, grey wrist, the red orb intensified, its glow filling Max’s vision until it consumed the room, his fantasies, and everything else.

“Gaaah!”

Max awoke with a start. He sat upright so fast that sweat flew off his forehead. For a second, his thoughts were so jumbled that it was all he could do to get his racing heart and heaving lungs under control. Then, he took stock.

He was in the tent. He was naked. Hadn’t he just been going down on Jenna? They must have dozed off after that, and he’d had some kind of nightmare. What was it about... Aliens? So weird...

The imagery was as vivid as it was half-formed, but it was over now. Now, Max might finally get to finish what he started. Despite his head falling asleep halfway through their romp, his cock was still pumped up and ready for action. Could be that nightmare adrenaline too. Either way, he was going to—very gently—see if Jenna could be roused for part two.

But Jenna wasn’t there. Lin was.

Naked Lin. No weird goth clothes, no makeup. But he didn’t give her body a second glance once he met her eyes. She stared at him with an intensity he’d never seen on her face before.

“Max,” she said. Her voice was low, husky, full of power.

“L-Lin? Whah... what’re you—ooof!”

She lunged at him. Despite having plenty of bulk on the lithe asian woman, he found himself easily tackled and straddled. Like he didn’t have any strength at all. Like she was completely in control.

“N-No, Lin, y-you c-can’t—uurk...”

Even has he tried to protest, her hand reached out and closed around his throat. The pressure wasn’t enough to choke him, but it was enough to stop all of his pleas on their way from his lungs to his mouth. Only a pathetic whimper escaped.

“If you submit yourself,” she said, “I will relieve the stress you are experiencing.” Her words echoed strangely in the tent. It sounded like Lin, and yet almost like some other strange, half-familiar voice. A scintillating, crimson glow bathed her, and reflected in her eyes like embers from the campfire. Max almost stopped to consider that, until the fingers of Lin’s other hand wrapped around his cock.

Max hissed in a breath. Her grip was so firm that every throb of the shaft seemed to shake his entire body. A subtle pressure was tightening around his brain to match the squeeze on his cock, strangling every thought he could muster. In glistening threads oozing from the tip, his precum lubricated her hand as she started to stroke him.

“L-Lin... nngh... pleeez...”

He didn’t know what he was begging for. For Lin to stop? To stroke faster? He’d never cheat on Jenna. But Jenna was nowhere to be seen. Nobody would know what went on in the tent. If Lin forced him to do what she wanted, it wouldn’t really be cheating, would it? Because he wouldn’t have a choice. He’d have to give in to her power.

Lin squeezed harder, drawing a simpering groan out of Max. It was just the right pace, just the right friction, to hold him right on the edge. “Will you submit?”

“Oh, Gawwwd...”

He pulsated, so agonizingly close yet unable to get relief. Unable, unless...

Max took a shaky breath and let it out in a sigh of meek defeat.

“I... I’ll s-submit...”

Lin’s head cocked to one side, and a tiny smile crept into her intense expression. “Your cooperation will be rewarded.”

Apparently satisfied with his abject submission, Lin released his raging erection for a moment, letting it bob and twitch with yearning need. That hand moved to pin Max’s chest, as strong and immovable as the one on his neck. Then she plunged down on him, without guidance, without easing, and without mercy. She was hot and wet and tight, way too good to be true. Jenna always gave him passion, but Lin’s dainty body gyrated on Max with a sense of purpose and confidence he’d never experienced before.

Immediately, the brain-squeeze disappeared, replaced by a fuzzy euphoria. He’d said the words. He’d given up. It felt so good to just let whatever was happening happen. Max let out a decidedly un-macho whimper as his defenses collapsed, and he let the presence he hadn’t even known was there rush in.

In the future, I trust you will remember how it feels to comply. Her mouth wasn’t moving, but Max didn’t care. In the dim, surreal light, it almost seemed like Lin’s eyes had turned pitch black while she rode him. Your assessment is complete.

With a final thrust, Max was permitted to reach his climax. His hips twitched. His fingers clawed at the the sleeping bag. He was pinned. Fucked. Taken. Used. Dominated.

In the dream, he spurted deep into Lin’s squeezing, milking, burning-hot cunt. Letting that powerful, terrifying, beautiful woman drain him. He had no choice.

And he loved it.

The human male ejaculated forcefully. Dutifully, the alien female held a teardrop-shaped sample flask at the head to capture his emission. She had to hold his twitching organ steady with two fingers, and it took a full minute before it had finished its spurting and dribbling, slowly beginning to deflate thereafter. The nearness exposed her to the human’s feelings of shame and fear and violation—even a small amount of pain—from the agonizing intensity of his forced orgasm.

The male, physically largest of the group, let out a few choked, gasping half-sobs, his teary eyes growing glassy and distant. He had cracked spectacularly under the psycho-sexual strain, and now offered no resistance to the pacification array.

She drew back, allowing the flask to seal itself, but her slender fingers lingered for just a moment, feeling the racing of his pulse and the dying storm of his emotions. So broken and defeated. The poor little animal. Her diminutive slash of a mouth turned down in a subtle frown and her huge eyes tightened a little; she took a step back and turned away from him.

A few stray thoughts of doubt and worry and pity slipped into the local thoughtspace. Suddenly self-conscious, she made a dismissive mental gesture, downplaying the lapse in clinical detachment, and sought to explain herself.

The subject’s... discomfort. I did not expect it to be so... pronounced. It is regrettable.

Her male counterpart made a disinterested wave, returning the subject’s table to its horizontal position, exposing the human fully to the green lights above once again.

This is your first expedition to Earth, is it not?

He wandered over to the resistant female human, where she still struggled feebly against his telepathic scrutiny. As she caught sight of the red-tinted orb he held up to her, the terror on her face melted into desperate arousal over the course of a few short moments.

This is my third, he said. In my earlier studies of humans, I frequently observed that their cultural conditioning conflicts with their biological drives. It causes them significant mental stress.

Several more moments passed, and the human began to pant. Her breasts heaved, her legs quivered, and juice leaked off the edge of the slanted table onto the floor.

Their natural urges are suppressed by inhibitions and taboos. Even before they reach maturity, this tension begins to build. And these specimens are at the stage of development where their libido is at its strongest.

A delicate grey hand caressed the human’s cheek, and the petite specimen began convulsing and groaning on the slab. “Ahhh! Uhh, hnnng...”

For a minute or so she thrashed ineffectually against her restraints. The alien followed the details of her full-body orgasm with a critical eye, turning to his companion as it ebbed away. Behind him, the table returned to a flat position, its occupant now mindlessly gazing upward like the rest.

The female gave a mental nod, watching as the aftershocks of the orgasm continued to ripple through the human’s musculature for several moments.

Yes. I see. They do seem very... conflicted.

Human sexuality is the focus of this project, her counterpart said. In order to study it fully, we will need to overcome any obstacles to their instinctive sexual expression. His discomfort was a necessary step toward revealing a purer, more natural state. If anything, we are helping him. We will help them all. I promise it will become easier as we progress.

What “it” was, and who “it” would become easier for, the entity did not specify. His thoughts exuded a measure of reassurance, but lacked any sympathy for her concerns.

She better concealed another surge of pity for the primitive creatures; so hopelessly chained by their biology. Churned this way and that by hormones they had no conscious control over. Minds trapped in organic hardware so crude that data suggested they couldn’t even concentrate on more than one thing at a time. And yet...

Telepathy was so fundamental to her species’ experience, their culture. Intimacy beyond anything humans could even conceive of was commonplace. And yet, with their refined bodies so yoked to their powerful minds, so subordinate to their consciousness, they seldom experienced raw, urgent, throbbing biological lusts anymore.

There was something so primal and intense about the way the primitives’ minds were so completely consumed by the stimulation of their pleasure centers. About how their flesh and nerves seemed to overwhelm their thoughts and even their identities. In the depths of the forced orgasms, the humans knew nothing—were nothing—but witnessing their own ecstasy.

So strange. But undeniably fascinating.

A panel withdrew from the wall and an exit silently slid open. Her colleague made to depart.

The assessment is complete, he said. I will compile the data and contact you when we are ready to bring an allocation proposal before the Coalition representatives. I suspect they will be very pleased with our findings.

Then the female was alone, surrounded by the humans, all quiet now in body and mind. She could feel the weight of male’s seed—so very warm—in the flask in her hand.

Deep down, in the unspoken and personal reaches of her mind, she filed away the memories of the human’s miserable ecstasy for later private pondering. Though her thoughtspace was calm and professional as she deposited the sample into the analysis equipment, the impressions of groaning and spurting and desperation refused to lie still.