The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The two lovebirds were barely out of sight when Adam tried to struggle to his feet, but his shaky legs collapsed under him as he did. “Probably shouldn’t be standing yet. You were quite dead for a bit, and a body won’t exactly die with a smile.”

“What’s your name?” Adam asked, wincing as the impressively built man pressed on his injured hip, sending a strange shiver of icy coolness through his body.

“Cian Mitchell. Yours?”

“Adam Mason. Did... I actually die?”

“Well, your heart certainly stopped doing its thing. Not to mention, you Awakened, so… most of the way there, at least.” Cian laid a finger on Adam’s wrist to check his pulse, and timed it with a watch. “Do you want to try to get on the couch?”

“Sure. The floor is pretty uncomfortable.” Adam tried to rise again, but was floored by an incredible pain coming from his chest. “ARGGGGGG! FUCK!”

“What’s wrong?” Cian said, his golden eyes dashing back and forth, assessing Adam’s situation. “C-chest hurts!” Cian nodded, then slammed a fist into Adam’s left pectoral. Hard. His brain fought with his body against the pressure to go unconscious. He tried to swear, but his breathing was still coming in short, so he wheezed as his face contorted into what Cian’s laughter indicated was the peak of comedy.

“Don’t worry, kid. It’s just a muscle spasm, from the CPR and defibrillation. That punch oughta convince the muscle to stop fussing.” Cian glanced up at the door, eyes fading to hazel. Just like hers... Adam thought. “Ah, Grace! Perfect timing. Would you mind helping our new friend onto the couch?”

“Not a problem.” She stooped to pick Adam up. He balked as she hooked one arm under his knees, and the other under his arms, as there was no way that someone with her build could lift someone like him. But despite that seeming impossibility, she seemed to hardly exert herself as she lifted him onto the couch.

“I’m impressed. You couldn’t be much bigger than me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper to keep from wheezing.

“Don’t patronize me, kid,” she replied coldly. She turned to Cian. “Where’s Tina?” Cian stared at his patient, lost in thought. “Cian!” He jumped, snapping out of his focus long enough to spit out an answer.

“She’s in the bedroom, if I had to guess.” A very loud moan came from the bedroom in question, confirming his theory. Grace’s face twisted from minor annoyance into murderous rage.

“You mean, after all this, you still let her take her thrall back and fuck?” Grace glared at Cian, then started towards the bedroom, her eyes hungry for blood.

“No, I didn’t. And ye know I wouldn’t do that anyway, Gracie.” Cian said absentmindedly as he squeezed the muscles of Adam’s chest curiously. Grace twirled around at the nickname, pushing him away from his patient abruptly. His eyes went wide as she got in his face, eyes burning with red-orange venom.

“Explanation, Cian. Now, before I bash your face in.” Cian’s eyebrow rose.

“Calm yourself, girlie,” he held his hands up in a defensive posture. “The big guy innae thralled anymore, and I’m right sure he had a gun.” Cian’s explanation was clearly inadequate to her, as she grabbed his lapels in her fist like a schoolyard bully. “Okay, okay! Calm down, Grace! This kid Awakened, and he put Tina under. He told her to have sex with the big guy after he made her let him go!” Grace let go of Cian, her attention directed towards Adam in an instant. He wasn’t sure if she was sizing him up like a piece of meat or like a target to eliminate, and he wasn’t sure which one was better.

“So then, he’s a controller? Like we don’t have enough of those idiots running around.”

“I’m not sure. He definitely went green when he put Tina under, but I canny get a fix on it right now. If I walked by him on the street right now, I would have assumed he wasn’t even one of us.”

“What? But you’re sure you saw him take Tina down?” Cian nodded in response, and touched Adam’s hip again, eliciting another sharp intake of breath from the boy.

“Aye, that looks painful. I think you landed hard on something in your pocket when you fell. Lemme heal that for you.” A swirl of gold formed itself in his hazel eyes, shifting them back to that unnaturally brilliant hue as he cupped his hands around the bruise. He frowned as Grace mumbled about something, but his focus remained on healing the uncharacteristically stubborn bruise. No matter how much of his will he pushed into the injury, it felt like it was nothing more than a cool breeze blowing past his hands. Grace tapped on his shoulder, shattering his concentration with a sharp ‘Cian!’.

“What in the hells, lassie? What is it?” He exclaimed, turning away from his work.

“Cian, look at his eyes.” Grace said, voice breathy with awe.

“What about them?” Cian spared a glance at Adam’s golden eyes as he turned his attention back to the bruise. “Wait, that’s not... You said he went green!” Cian stumbled back in surprise, eyes fading to hazel, while the gold of Adam’s eyes faded to a piercing blue.

“What’s wrong? What do you mean, green? What about my eyes?” Adam asked frantically, blue eyes wide with panic.

“Nothing, nothing... In fact, it might be more than just fine. Tell me, do you remember how you controlled Tina?”

“Yeah, I just talked to her! I was as shocked as you.”

“Did you feel… something similar, just now?”

“Similar? I don’t think so...” His expression remained calm, but the fear in his eyes and the crack in his voice betrayed his doubts.

“Never mind that, laddie. I’m going to try this again.” Cian placed a hand on the boy’s knee, and once again pushed his will into the bruise. Just like before, Adam’s eyes began shining a brilliant gold. “Feel weird?”

“Only because you two are staring at me like some kind of freak.”

“It’s not to worry about. I...” Cian thought for a moment, remembering days of practice as a much younger, much more reckless youth. “I want you to close your eyes and focus on that bruise on your hip. Visualize your body, and try to think of that bruise as something that isn’t supposed to be there. Can you do that?”

“I mean, I can try...” Adam closed his eyes, and Cian watched the bruise intently. He grinned as he watched the bruise fade with a shimmer of golden light.

“Hah! That’s it, now! Impressive!” He let go of his power, eyes fading as he watched the boy open his eyes and look at his mended hip.

“How exactly did you do that?”

“I didn’t, you did!” Cian said, practically dancing in his seat with excitement.

“That makes no sense! I thought you said I was a controller!”

“Aye, but you were a controller! I’ve got an inkling of what’s going on here... Now, do you know what my fetching friend here can do?” Adam shook his head as Grace glared at Cian, both of them knowing he would pay for that pun later. “She’s a contact kinetic. Moves things she’s touching.”

“Oh! So that’s why you were so strong! You gave your muscles some help!” Grace glared at him. “I’ll show you just how strong I am without help, thank you.”

“Grace, I actually need you to show him how strong you are with it. Try to push the lad out of your way, couch and all.” Grace cracked her knuckles with a grin as she walked over and put her hand on the arm of the couch. Her eyes burning that same red-orange, she effortlessly slid the heavy furnishing out of her way, barely breaking her stride. She smirked at Adam as his jaw fell open. Cian nodded. “All good, there’s a baseline. Now, try the same thing, but place your hand on his shoulder instead. Grace rolled her eyes, placing her hand on Adam’s shoulder, eyes widening as she was suddenly rebuffed. It felt like Adam had as much force behind his sitting still as she did behind her arms. The couch shifted slightly, but her sneakers lost traction and she gave up. “Did ye look at his eyes, Grace?” Cian asked, giddy.

“I... N-no.” Grace hadn’t felt this winded since her Awakening.

“Same exact color as yours!” Cian beamed as Grace caught her breath.

“What does that mean?” Adam asked, confused.

“I’m not sure. This is uncharted territory, laddie, but if it means what I think it does, I believe you’ve got yourself a job waiting for you.” Adam raised an eyebrow, puzzled, but he kept his mouth shut. “We need to bring him to Dieter, Grace.” Adam raised an eyebrow at the name, pronounced as ‘deet’, but kept his mouth shut.

“But we aren’t done here! I’ve still got to put your equipment away,” complained Grace, gesturing to the AED. She pointed to the girl staring blankly ahead in the entryway. “And what are we going to do with this one? We can’t just leave her here!”

“Aye, but we can. Tina does take good care of her thralls. This kid is far more important. Let’s just show the girl where the bedroom is, tell Tina to report to HQ when she’s finished with her, and get out of here.” Grace opened her mouth to object, but decided against it, grabbing the well dressed girl’s hand and leading her to the bedroom.

“Fine, but let the record show, this was your idea. It’s your ass that gets bitten if this goes belly-up.”

Jake was on cloud nine. He had just banged a perfect 10 until she passed out, and her slow breathing was just adorable as she slept in his arms. He was, quite honestly, ready for round two, but she just seemed so peaceful... he didn’t want to disturb her. But clearly, a knock on the door signaled that not everyone in this apartment shared his intent not to disturb his lover. “Come in,” Jake said softly, trying not to wake Tina. It was a vain attempt, however, as Grace burst in and shook Tina awake.

“Hi, Grace! Thanks for coming!” Tina yawned, a sleepy smile plastered on her face.

“You’re not going to thank me for long, Tina. You are in some serious shit here. Cian and I are going to take the other kid to HQ. Against my better judgment, Cain has asked me to let you... finish up here, so bring the big guy with you when you come.” Tina pouted slightly as she was berated, but cheered herself up when she felt for Jake’s boner and started playing with the tip. “Hey! Focus!” Grace snapped, exasperated at Tina’s horniness and lack of respect for the gravity of the situation. Tina moaned as she slipped Jake inside her under the covers, and Grace shook her head in disgust. “You degenerate. At least let the girl have a good time too!” she yelled as she left the room, still shaking her head.

“Girl?” Tina glanced up, confused, and saw the red-headed bombshell she’d picked up at a bar on Daton Street. Kristen had been an easy score, heartbroken and frustrated because she had caught her fiance in bed with her best friend the night before, and trying to drown herself in booze ever since. Tina had felt sorry for her, and was going to make sure she forgot all about that jerk. As Jake started to slowly move in and out of her, she remembered how hurt and sad Kristen had been. “Jake? Wait.” He stopped moving in her, and kissed the back of her neck.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” She slid off his cock, turning to her other side to face him.

“No, I’ve never had much luck with women. I’m bad at reading cues.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well, you do now.” She smiled as her eyes lit up with spirals and Jake was captivated. “Now, I want you to do something for me, Jake. I want you to fall deeply, madly, incredibly in love with the next girl you see who isn’t me. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” He replied pliantly.

“When you see her, your concept of an ideal woman will change to include her, and everything about her will turn you on.” She glanced down at Kristen’s feet, remembering the clothing, or lack thereof she’d chosen for the pub. “You’ll especially love her high heels. You will want to make her happy. Understand?”

“Yes.” Tina smiled as she programmed Jake to be a perfect boyfriend, while also intensifying the fetishes that she would soon be implanting into Kristen. She lowered herself back onto his cock and made him slowly fuck her again. It felt sooo good... She loved being fucked while controlling someone, as the rush of control made her feel so horny already. She could feel a climax building as she finished with Jake’s programming, so she commanded Kristen to come to her. Tina slipped the massive cock out of her, turned around and slid it back inside with a gasp. “Kristen, I want you to wake up, but if you try to leave this room, you will be unable to.” She slowly came out of her trance, smiling at Tina.

“Hi there, cutie! Where are we?” The girl looked around the room, taking in her surroundings.

“We are back at my place.” Kristen looked at Tina again and smiled, but then she saw Jake and realized what was happening.

“Oh my god! You just picked me up because you wanted a threesome! Why did I expect anything else...” Tina winced at her mistake. She usually wasn’t so sloppy, but sloppy was everything Jake’s cock made her feel.

“Kristen, look at me.” The girl threw an accusatory glare at Tina, melting into a plastic smile as soon as she saw Tina’s eyes. “Good girl. Now, you will believe that Jake fucking me is normal, and not anything to be alarmed at. In fact, watching us fuck will relax you. Also, you cannot panic or scream in this room, and you will always feel compelled to tell me the truth. You won’t find any of that strange, either. Wake up when you understand.” This time, when Kristen woke, the smile stayed on.

“I’m sorry... I don’t know why I got so worked up about that.” Tina licked her lips, resisting the temptation to order Jake to fuck her harder in front of Kristen, while she looked on patiently.

“Don’t you hate your fiancè, Kristen?”

“N-no, I still love him...” She said, shifting uncomfortably.

“But he slept with Tonya, remember?”

“B-but before I left this morning, he told me i-it was a one-time thing...”

“They all say that, dear. There’s more to it, isn’t there?”

“My mom wants me to marry him because he is rich… and I have student debt. She’s threatened to cut me off if I don’t marry him soon.”

“Kristen, you feel betrayed and hurt, don’t you?” Tears slowly ran down the girl’s face as she nodded.

“Y-yes..”

“He hurt you, and you should despise him for that, right?” God! She looked so sexy in that outfit!

“I do. But I need to love and marry him, or else I lose everything.”

“What do you think about the man fucking me?” Kristen blushed, eyes roaming over Jake’s form.

“I think he’s really cute. He looks so strong, and so loyal. You’re pretty lucky to have someone like him...”

“Do you want him?” Tina threw the blanket off, and Kristen’s eyes immediately leapt to the huge cock slowly moving in and out of Tina’s snatch. She knew that Kristen was fighting the urge to say yes as soon as she saw it. Tina felt the exhibitionist side of her revel as she ordered Jake to go faster. Kristen’s breathing slowed the more she watched, the relaxation taking her closer to trance. Eventually, a soft ‘Yessss...’ escaped her lips.

“You wish you were in my place, don’t you?”

“Yesss...”

“I can make that happen. I can make you two fall so deeply in love, you will forget you were ever betrayed.” FUCK! Tina was soooo close. She could tell Kristen would give in soon, and then... ahhhhhhhhhhhhh she came as Jake continued to slide in and out of her. Just as he was told. Her orgasm was nice, but it was missing something…

“W-what’s the catch?” She was looking away, no doubt expecting Tina to sprout horns and demand her soul. Tina smiled, knowing that wasn’t too far off, as she ordered Jake to stop.

“The catch, my dear, is that I’ll own you. I tell you to jump, you jump. I order you to eat me out, you comply.” Tina noticed the girl’s brow furrow at this suggestion, so she swiftly reassured her. “Don’t worry! I’m very kind to my playthings. As Jake here can attest, you will be happier with us than you’ve ever been.” She patted her new toy, who was leaning back drowsily with a smile on his face.

“Why ask? You clearly have some sort of power over me, don’t you? Couldn’t you just make me?”

Tina put a hand on Kristen’s shoulder, locking her natural gray eyes with her. “Dear, I could obliterate your personality and turn you into a doll, but I don’t want to do that. I just want to make my pets happy. The only reason we’re having this conversation is because it’s more fun if you’re enjoying it too.”

“So... this is going to happen anyway, and I’ve got no choice. Is that it?”

Tina pantomimed a pair of scales, moving one way and the other. “A little of both, I suppose. You get a choice of how much you’ll like what is going to happen... Now.” Tina stood up and ordered Jake to sit up. “You can either go to him yourself, or I can make you. Which one is it?” Kristen whimpered, pulling off her dress as she sat down on the bed next to Jake. “Good girl.”

“So, where are we going?” Adam demanded from the backseat of Grace’s black muscle sedan.

“Somewhere,” Grace replied, an edge of annoyance in her voice.

“Okay… so who is ‘deet’?”

“You mean Dieter?”

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

“Someone,” she replied coldly.

“Wow. I’ve got no idea what you see in her, Cian,” Adam groaned.

“What exactly are you trying to imply?” Grace cut in, interrupting Cian starting to explain.

“Oh, please. Grace, it’s obvious.” Adam smirked, staring at her intense gaze in the rearview mirror. “His cute little nickname for you? The way you look at him, when you think nobody is looking? That subtle way you brushed his back earlier? You two drip sexual tension like you went for a swim in it. You’re lovers. Quite intense ones, if I have to guess.” Grace’s glare could have cowed a charging elephant, but Adam knew he was safe for now, as long as she was driving.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” her voice dripped with ice cold venom. She returned her attention to the road in front of her as Cian stifled laughter.

“Okay, Grace, tell me something.”

“Officer McNabb.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s Officer McNabb. You don’t get to use my name.”

“Well then, Officer, if you don’t intend to fuck Cian, why do you have a condom in your back pocket?” Adam sat back with a smug grin, which faltered as the car screeched to a halt, Grace giving him a glare charged with a paralyzing fear that had nothing to do with ESP.

“Hands. Now.” Adam knew better than to argue, holding his hands up to her. In a flash, Grace had slipped her handcuffs on his wrists and turned back to face the hood. “If you’re a good, quiet boy, I’ll take them off when we arrive.”

“Kinky,” Adam muttered under his breath, drawing another look from Grace. Cian however, couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“Ohh, give the boy some slack, Gracie! He’s smart as a whip!” Grace shot a glance at Cian’s exposed hand, hissing, “I have another pair of handcuffs.” Cian rubbed her thigh gently, and said in a stage whisper, “Save it for the bedroom, my dear.”

“Nice,” Adam whispered under his breath. Grace decided to remain dignified for now, and deal with Adam and Cian’s insolence later. She glanced up at a massive skyscraper in Lockwood’s bustling business district. “Almost there,” she muttered.

Grace pulled the car door open with a smirk at the image of Adam in cuffs, falling into a look of anger as he held them up to her, unlocked.

“Here you go! I took the liberty of unlocking them for you.” Adam climbed out of the car, his cocky attitude undiminished by her look.

“What the- How?” Grace sputtered, taken aback by his brazen display of disregard for her authority, reduced to angry stammering as Adam glanced around the garage.

“I have lock picks. Obviously. Why wouldn’t I carry them? If you’d wanted me to stay in those, you should have put my hands behind my back. Rookie mistake, really.” Grace balked, forcibly pulling his hands behind his back, doing exactly as he suggested as Cian stifled his chuckles.

“My mistake! Is that better, sweetie?” she said, her voice tinged with infinite malice and venom as she tugged his cuffs painfully.

“Goodness! So rough. Surely you can contain your temper better than this, Officer.”

“You are so lucky the paperwork to kill you would be more annoying than listening to you.” She dragged him to the entrance labeled ‘Healing Hands International’, pulling him down a nondescript hallway and into a large elevator.

“Good girl… impale yourself on his cock, as you lose your mind.” Tina smiled as Kristen slammed herself down on Jake’s monster again and again, grabbing onto him as she reveled in his body. “You love his muscles, don’t you?”

“God yes! H-he looks so fucking sexy!”

“You want to look nice for him, don’t you?”

“A-always!”

“You want to be there for him when he needs you?”

“Ohhhhhhh, of course!”

“Don’t you have a fiancee?”

“No... not anymore!”

“Good girl, you need to cum so bad, don’t you?”

“Aaaaahhhnn, fuck yes, please!”

“And remind me, what are our rules for cumming?”

“I-I can only cum from you, his tongue, or his seed, Mistress.”

“And you like it that way, don’t you?” Kristen grunted affirmative, clearly desperate to get off.

“You love him, don’t you?” Kristen struggled, trying to hold back her answer, but she couldn’t hold back a shy ‘No-not yet...’

“Why not?”

“It’s hard to fall in love when he’s asleep like this...” As Kristen blushed shyly, Tina grew a wicked smile as she played with herself.

“Well that’s easily fixed… Jake, wake up please.” Jake gasped, shocked to clarity as he realized someone was riding him. His big hands flew to Kristen’s waist and he pounded into her instinctively. Then Jake looked into her eyes, and something clicked in his mind. She was... everything. Light, love, breath, it all was her. The pounding rhythm faded into a gentle, loving cadence.

“W-wow, you are… absolutely breathtaking, miss…?”

“Baker.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t really know how we ended up like thi—” Jake was cut off by Kristen wrapping her arms around him.

“Please, fuck me hard,” she whispered. That was all it took for Jake’s instincts to take hold as he picked up the girl and stood up. He put her feet on the ground, noticing her gorgeous four-inch silver strappy heels. Something about that captivated him, drew him in, as he bent her over, grabbed her wrists from behind, and started fucking the life out of her. Tina brought herself off to this sight. As she was coming down, she said huskily, “Jake, what are our rules for cumming?”

“On my love, or in my love, no others,” he panted.

“Good boy! Are you close?”

“No. I’m- here!” Jake pulled Kristen’s wrists back, lifting the fairly tall woman off her feet and onto his hips and cock as he came hard, pumping her full of his seed. As soon as she received it, she was overtaken by her own thundering orgasm. Reveling in the shared bliss, Jake lifted her back onto the bed, holding her softly with his cock still inside her. She mewled cutely, snuggling into his pecs as he ran his fingers gently through her hair, kissing her forehead softly. “Miss Baker, I think I love you.”

“I think the feeling is mutual,” she sighed.

To Be Cont.