The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Daddy why are you crying?”

Joe hugged Emma closely as he watched the television. “Ssshh honey. I’m trying to hear the news.”

The anchor looked somber as he read the news. “I repeat, the entire 4th fleet of the United States of America has been sunk. The fleet had been engaged in the ongoing blockade of Hispaniola and Jamaica. Now that blockade is no more and the ships lie at the bottom of the ocean. Warning, the footage we are about to show you is disturbing.”

A video shot from a small hand held camera appeared on the screen. The image was from the deck of a ship. A black and white object was rapidly approaching the camera. Red streaks shot out from the object striking a nearby destroyer which erupted in a blinding explosion that made the cameraman flinch. Sailors were seen flying into the water. The object grew larger turning into a spade bikini clad woman. She struck the camerman’s ship and disappeared inside. Warning bells went off and the ship was seen to list. The camera went dark. A stock photo of the Queen of Spades hovering while holding the vault appeared on screen behind the anchor. “It has been three weeks since the Queen of Spades appeared and still no sign of the Queen of Hearts.” Another image of a uniformed Olivia appeared waving to a crowd. “Where is the Queen and why has she let us down in our time of need?”

“Mama,” cried Emma, happily seeing the picture on the television.

“In happier news,” continued the anchor, “The Mayor of Miami has declared today to be Black Cock Betty day in honor of her heroic rescue of all the hostages at the federal reserve building the day the Queen of Spades first appeared.”

“Daddy, when’s mommy coming home?”

Another tear rolled down Joe’s cheek. “I don’t know honey. I don’t know.”

Betty leaned back in her recliner. She took a puff on her cigar and a swig from her beer. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the news report. The show was called Point/counterpoint.

Point: “Black Cock Betty and the Righteous Squad are working overtime to protect us. The Righteous Squad are our last line of defense between order and complete chaos.

Counterpoint: “We are in a state of complete CHAOS! The hospitals are filled with drug crazed fiends. There’s riots in every major US city every night. Crime rates are skyrocketing. The Righteous Squad hasn’t stopped one drug shipment under Betty’s leadership. The Queen of Hearts and the blockade stopped 100% of shipments. And now to make things worse, we’re getting reports of that new strain of marijuana that makes smokers sex crazed. Citizens are fu.. fornicating naked in the streets and Betty’s done nothing to stop it. Nothing. Nilch. Zero. Nadda. If I didn’t know better I’d swear Betty was letting the drugs in on purpose. We were better off when she was just a SIDEKICK!”

Point: “I can’t argue with that. We need the Queen back.”

“Whereph thub Queenth?”

“Shudup Tina,” growled Betty. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” She spread her legs wider as Tiny Tina deep throated Betty’s big black cock.”

Counterpoint: “Yes, where is the Queen of Hearts?”

The Queen of Spades was smiling, a well satisfied woman as she flew in towards the palace in Port a Baron. She’d flown off and sunk the Coast Guard ships and aircraft located in Key West and decided to reward herself with a side trip to the Imperial Guard’s Westernmost base in the old Dominican Republic. The Mandingo division was stationed there and she’d grown to enjoy her layovers there when they threw her their special Mandingo parties. She’d left 22 well spent cocks behind when she left. It had taken her a good fifteen minutes at super speed removing all the evidence of her encounter from her sperm covered body and three sperm filled holes. The Baron didn’t care for her sluttish ways. He’d ordered her to stop even. She had wanted to obey. She wanted to obey her lover and master in all things, but when it came to sex, she had a need and craving to service all the big black cocks that she could find.

“It took you longer then expected,” said Samedi as she landed on their balcony. “Did you run into trouble?”

“No master,” she replied, striding up and kissing him deeply.

Baron Samedi kneeled down before his Queen. Usually, it was Olivia that kneeled before her master, fishing his cock out, but he’d taken to doing it as her belly swelled larger and larger. He kissed her on the navel of her growing belly. Then he touched the sides of her stomach, staring at the pregnant super woman’s belly with a large smile that disappeared as his skull shined through. “Triplets,” he said proudly, standing back up.

“Yes master,” she replied. “You are quite the stud.” This time, the Queen did kneel, opening his robe and pulling out her favorite thing in all the word. The Baron’s big cocky wocky, she thought, it’s presence making her feel stupider. She began sucking the big cocky wocky, her mouth well adapted to servicing his cock now as she’d done it daily for the last six months.

“Aaahhh,” he moaned. “C’est tres bien, mon amour.” The Baron’s skull head stared out over the blue sea while his Queen sucked his cock. He’d impregnated over 2000 women on the island and there were only a few cases of twins, never triplets. His greatest conquest and he’d swollen her belly with triplets on the first try. Not just triplets either, but three boys! He didn’t know it at the time, but three months later he would get the shock of his life when one of the triplets turned out to be an albino and shortly after that one of the healthy babies with a largish penis would turn out not to be a boy. For now, he was content in his victory.

Later, the Baron and his Queen held each other closely as they stood on the balcony and watched the moon rise.

The fat black sergeant sat down in his chair watching the news. Baron Samedi had just issued a video threat to the United States demanding that the US stay off Hispaniola and don’t disrupt the flow of super marijuana to their cities, even as rioting grew worse daily in those same cities. The sergeant didn’t paticualry care for politics or current events. He had only stayed on channel to stare at the Queen of Spades. She was the hottest woman alive even with her swollen belly. She stood proudly next to her consort, a thinly veiled threat to the United States. Though the sergeant would never use the powerful hallucinogenic marijuana the Baron peddled, he had sent money to Haiti, more then he liked, but it was worth every penny. The Baron and Queen’s sex tapes were the number one downloads on the internet for months. The freaky bitch would do anything the Baron told her to do. One even had him as a skeleton fucking her from behind. If the sergeant hadn’t been at work, he’d be watching and masturbating to one right now. He was disturbed when another guard rang the gate buzzer.

The sergeant stepped out of the gate room. Two guards were escorting the prisoner. He was in an orange jumsuit which looked weird against his albino skin. “Where ya taking this freak?” he asked. The albino’s eerie red eyes looked up at him from under the white dreadlocks.

The guards looked at each other. “Open up, sarge. He was caught masturbating in the soup. We’re taking him to solitary. Open up.”

“Yeah open up,” said the other guard.

“What kind of an idiot gave this freak kitchen duty?” asked the seargeant, glancing uneasily at the finished bowl of soup on his desk. “What asshole didn’t read the file on what this freak’s sperm can do?”

“Just open up,” said both the guards.

“And this ain’t the way to solitary jerk offs. This is the way to the releasing unit.”

Simon stood up taller. “Semen sez, open the gate.”

The sergeant’s head itched. It had been doing that a lot lately. He’d even had the on duty doctor check him for head lice. The doctor didn’t find any, but told him he’d gotten a lot of patients, both prisoners and guards with the same problem,” he had said even as he scratched his own hair. The sergeant waved and opened the gate.

Simon turned and one of the guards began undoing his handcuffs. “Now mon, what my good friend here didn’t tell ya, is dat I’ve had kitchen duty for two weeks now.”

“Oh my god!” cried the sergeant, his eyes going wide with horror.

“You have 112, 354 of my sperm in your bloodstream right now, mon.” Simon watched the sergeant glance at the alarm bell. “Semen sez sit down.” The man obeyed. “What kind of car do ya drive, mon?”

“A Ford pickup.”

“Semen sez, gimme the keys.”

The sergeant pulled his truck keys out of his pocket and handed them over to the albino. One of the other guards was stripping off his uniform even as Simon started unzipping his jumpsuit. “So ya tink I’m a freak mon?”

“Yes…no,” said the sergeant hastily changing his statement.

“Semen sez whiter.”

The sergeant’s skin started itching. He scratched it all over, but nothing helped. “What have you done to me?”

“I’ve made you a freak, like me, mon.” Simon pulled on the guard’s pants. “Sorry, but it would take a lot more then 112,354 sperm to make you turn white quickly. It’s gonna take awhile, unless you want to suck my cock, mon?”

“Jesus no.”

“I didn’t tink so, mon and don’t take my predecessor’s name in vain.” Simon turned to one of the other infected guards. “Turn on da loud speaker.”

The guard that had stripped was now nude, but for boxer shorts. He walked over to the intercom and flicked on some switches. “It’s on, sir,” he said.

Simon leaned down into the mike. “Attention,” he said, his words echoing throughout the prison. “There is a town four miles South of here.”

“Winslow, sir,” added a guard.

“Yes, Winslow. Semen sez release all the prisoners and destroy Winslow. That is all. Have a nice day.” Simon turned off the mike.

“My family’s in Winslow,” stated the Sergeant.

“Don’t worry, mon. None of them have ingested enough sperm to obey me literally. I just need a distraction to the South while I drive your pickup in the opposite direction.” He stared at the fat black man. “Yech! You look horrible, like some kind of freak, mon”

The sergeant stared at his reflection in the window. His face had white splotches all over it, like he’d been born with a birthmark on his face. The white was spreading.

Simon looked up at the news still showing the Baron giving his anti-american rant. The Queen by his side staring lovingly at her consort. One of the babies inside that swollen belly was his. Simon stared hatefully at the Baron, then his lips curled up in a smile. “Good news and bad news,” he said to the sergeant. “The bad news is that you’re going to turn into an albino. The good news is that my sperm only live inside you for a year.” Simon had watched Akimatsu preaching about Simon’s being the third coming to a large congregation when she had turned into an old hag again right before their eyes. “I’ve found that you have about a 50/50 chance of turning back into a black fat fuck or staying an albino forever. The flip of a coin, mon. Cheer up.”

“Fuck you, you monster,” said the Sergeant standing up. He needed to go destroy Winslow.

Simon looked back up at the televison and at the happy couple on screen. He probably should have warned the Baron to that little fact. Hopefully, Samedi would find himself with a very angry Queen of Hearts.

Simon Selassie smiled and turned. He whistled as he made his way to the parking lot and freedom.