The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter One

“Go on” Mark pleaded as his hand slid along Sara’s pussy

“Nooo!” she giggled

“Please” Mark begged as his finger slid along her groove under her panties.

“I said Nooo!” she growled kicking him away

“But, I’m going away for three days”

“So?”

“Three days” he said again to emphasise the point. “Do you realise how blue my balls will be?”

“I can give you a helping hand”

“No. I want to put it in you”

“You’re not going to!” Sara said “We’re not married”

“You still on about that?” Mark gasped

“Yes” Sara said, “No pussy till we’re married”

“How about your ass?” he smiled

“You animal!” she laughed

She noticed he wasn’t joking.

“You can have it in your ass?” he whimpered

“You’re never putting anything in my ass”

“Can you suck it then?”

“I…” she thought, “Okay, get it out”

“Alright” he laughed

“But I’m not swallowing”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake” Mark sighed

“It’s…. it’s disgusting”

“Here” he said pulling his cock out

“Lie back” she said, and as she rolled over him “And don’t grab my hair!”

“Okay” he said as she bent down and took him in her mouth

“Oh, fuck” he gasped as she sucked. He soon came and he held her till she had to swallow

He kissed her on the forehead and then left. She got up and went to the window and watched as his car backed down the drive and left.

Sara was annoyed. She was a young virtuous woman, despite her suggestive curves. She looked like she should be a valkyrie. Large breasts, womanly figure.

Almost immediately his car disappeared a black van drove up. Two women got out wearing black suits, and sunglasses. The looked like women in black.

They proceeded up the pathway quickly. As they did one of them was unbuttoning her shirt.

“Ding. Dong” the front door bell rang.

Sara grabbed a bathrobe and stepped into her slippers. She was annoyed to get up out of bed this cool Saturday morning.

She almost tripped into the door. “Damn!” she said. The worst cuss-word she would use.

She nursed her hurt ankle

“Ding. Dong”

“Alright”

“Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong”

“Oh, for goodness sake!” she snarled as she hobbled over to the door

She opened it just in time to see one of the women open her top, exposing her full breast

“What on earth!” Sara began as the woman suddenly squeezed it shooting milk into Sara’s face

“My word!” she spat stepping backwards, shocked by the spray. The woman lunged forward, grabbing her, forcing her mouth down

Sara started sucking. Sucking. It was like a dream.

Sara woke up. “What the heck?” she gasped as she looked about her bedroom. She heard her phone vibrating.

“Er… hello?”

“Oh, finally!” Mark said, “I’ve been trying to contact you for four hours”

“What do you mean?” Sara asked

“It’s been a long trip” Mark sighed

“What? You’re there already?”

“Yes, of course I am” Mark said “Are you alright?”

“I…”

“Like I said…I’ve been trying to call you for four hours”

“Four hours?” she gasped. Sara looked at the time on her phone. It was now mid-afternoon… 2pm.

“I… I don’t understand” she said confused

“Anyway… Seattle’s a buzz” Mark said.

Mark was in the lobby of his hotel. He suddenly saw a beautiful woman pass by. She winked at him

“Gotta go. Franks calling me to our meeting” he lied “Love you”

“I love you too” she said as he hung up

She was disorientated. She got up and then noticed her ankle. She had a memory of hurting it… but it was fine.

She went to the bathroom and dropping her panties she stepped into the shower. As the water ran down over her she felt a flush of warmth between her legs and her hand slid down there

“What the…?” she gasped. She was clean shaven.

Her clit suddenly jutted out as she casually touched it. She found herself masturbating. She ran her hand in circles around her bud hard and fast. Faster. Faster.

“Ohhhhhhh….ohh….ohhhhhhh….. fuucccckkkkk” she gasped. Her body spasming in ripples of delight. She kept masturbating and her knees buckled as a second orgasm tore through her body.

She sank to the tiles and sat there as the water beat against her head. She noticed that the hot water was not on. She was under cold water and it didn’t bother her at all.

How strange… she thought as she got up. She saw Mark’s razor. She brushed her hand against Mark’s open cut-throat razor. She was fascinated by it and played with it.

“Damn!” she said as she cut the back of her wrist. She turned off the water of the shower, stepped out and reached for a small hand-towel to wrap the wound. She bound it up and then dried and then went to the kitchen to get the first aid kit.

Tentatively she unbound the make-shift bandage and was surprised that there was no wound there at all. There was blood on the towel, but that was the only sign of any damage

That’s odd… she thought. She thought to make herself a drink, and then, instinctively she lifted up one of her heavy breasts and popped her mouth over the nipple.

She sucked. Sweet milk shot into her mouth. She sucked. And then she realised what she was doing

“What the heck is going on here?” she cried, letting the teat slip from her mouth. She was concerned. Things were going on she didn’t understand.

The phone rang.

“Hello?” she said

“Sara?”

“Yes?”

“Compliance 0-8”

“I will comply” she said mechanically as she suddenly went stiff as a board.

“Mission commence”

“Mission commence” she said and hung up

Without thinking, moving on auto-pilot, she went to her husband’s den. She pulled back a painting to reveal a safe and she dialled up the combination that she had seen her husband do before.

She pulled out a strong box and then just as casually snapped the metal lock off it. She opened it.

There was a gun, and a couple of passports. Some money. And, a memory stick.

She took the stick and went to the computer. She turned it on and copied the information onto another stick before putting the contents of the box onto the floor. She went over to the den’s window—which was at ground height and she punched through the heavy glass and security grill.

She stopped, and looked about and was satisfied it looked rudimentary like a break-in.

“Ding. Dong”

She went to the door. A woman was there who took the memory stick from her, turned and left.

The phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Sara?”

“Yes”

“Congratulations. Your first task. Mission completed”

“Yes”

Sara hung up and wondered if the phone had rung.

She realised she was naked.

Sara went upstairs and dressed.

The phone rang… her next mission

Chapter Two

Betty was the wife of Jim. Jim was Mark’s boss in the Agency. Betty knew Sara from a few social occasions. They weren’t exactly friends.

She was surprised when Sara appeared at her door.

“Sara?” she asked

“Can I come in?” Sara said, “It’s about Mark…”

“What about him?”

“He… he… he hit me”

“Oh, my” Betty said. She knew that they didn’t want a scandal at the Agency

“Can I come in, please?” Sara begged

“Yes, do come in” Betty said

She stood aside to let Sara get passed her

Sara stood in the atrium of the very large house—the house of a senior director in the Agency

“Can I get you a drink?” Betty asked

“Tea” Sara said

“Yes, of course” Betty smiled. She knew Sara was a teetotaller

“Please come with me into the kitchen” Betty said

She walked in. Sara turned and went over to a security panel next to the front door. She pulled up her top and squeezed milk onto it

It began to melt and fizz

“Sara?” Betty called, realising Sara hadn’t followed her

“Coming” Sara said

She went towards the kitchen to find Betty coming out, curious to why Sara hadn’t come

“Sorry…” Sara smiled, “I was just admiring your mural”

“Oh, yes” Betty smiled as she turned and lead Sara into the kitchen “I did that myself”

“Did you?” Sara said

Betty went over to a draw and opened it and she spun around with a .38 pointing at Sara

“Betty?”

“Who are you?” Betty said

“What do you mean?”

“The Sara I know hated paintings—even after I told her I painted it”

“I don’t understand”

“You’re not Sara”

“I am Sara”

“Or, something’s happened to you”

“Nothing’s happened to me” Sara smiled. She took a step forward. Betty waved the gun

“We’ll soon find out…” she said

She went to a black control panel next to the fridge. It was the same as the one by the front door.

She pressed in some buttons. She stopped and did it again. Then again.

Something was wrong.

There was the sound of a black van pulling up outside.

Then the front door opened.

“Who is that?” Betty asked as she heard them

“We’ve come to recruit you” Sara grinned as she pulled off her top.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve something for you to drink…” Sara said

“There she is!” a woman said

Betty saw them in the hall. She turned to point her gun “Stay back!”

Sara saw her opportunity and lunged forward.

She knocked Betty back and pushed her tit into Betty’s mouth

Two women stood by Sara as she breastfed Betty.

Betty swooned as she drank. And then she fell unconscious.

A few hours later Betty woke and called in an Agency team to repair for her the emergency contact device by her front door.

“What the heck happened here?” one of the repair team asked

“Can you fix it?” she asked

“Sure” his partner said

“Well do it” she snapped

They looked at each other in shock, but they had a job to do

Betty retreated to the kitchen as she heard them talking about what could have done that kind of damage

She opened her top and drew her breast up to her mouth and suckled. She sighed as her mouth was filled with sweet milk.

The phone rang… her first mission…