The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Carol Henderson had no regrets travelling with her father Sir Bruce Henderson. Her mother had tried to dissuade her “Africa is no place for the daughter of a gentleman” Helena had said, even though she herself had accompanied an expedition to the N’Tobe Forest herself.

Carol wore men’s clothing. She felt more comfortable in them. She carried a .38 in a holster slung under her arm. She had the companion of Rex, her trusted Alsatian.

And, of course her father Sir Bruce… the famous explorer, hunter, writer, biologist, and a hero of the Battle of Mafeking, nine years ago… where at the height of the siege Sir Bruce had managed to bring in much needed supplies, right under the enemy’s noses.

Accompanying them was her fiancé Lance Beresford, an American. Not Sir Bruce’s first choice but his family were rich. The Hendersons, of Lyme Regis, Barons all, were impoverished aristocrats. Carol knew she must do her duty… and this would probably be her last time in men’s pants…

The camp in Winobi country was set out defensively. It was known that the Winobi were hostile to outsiders; from fighting Arab slaves in the 9th century, to Belgians in the 19th century. The Winobi were a proud people and they guarded their lands fiercely.

Despite this Carol, armed, went down to the river with her trusted pal Rex.

Rex splashed freely in the river. Carol observed the birdlife. In the distance Carol saw her … the woman she would come to know as Oba

Oba was tall, lithe, but large breasted. She was a dark-skinned Venus. She was naked. She rose up out of the river’s cool waters.

Carol was taken aback not just by her natural ways and beauty, but by the fact it took her by surprise—that a woman had been in the water all that time. Or, hadn’t she noticed?

Rex was startled too, and he growled. Oba stepped to the river bank, but she kept her distance from Carol.

Suddenly Rex surged in a rage at Oba as if he sensed a danger. Oba simply squatted down and as the snarling dog charged at her she smiled and spoke in a strange language to the dog, holding out her arm.

Carol was afraid her dog was going to attack and screamed at him to desist.

Rex seemed to be becalmed. Oba let Rex sniff her crotch. She touched her own crotch, delving inside herself, wetting her fingers, she let Rex lick them. She drew Rex to her and he lapped at her between her legs.

She scratched the dog’s head and smiled, and then, to Carol’s shock she turned around and got on all fours. Carol wanted to look away; to not stare at the woman’s sex. It peeked out a pink slit between a thick black curly bush.

Rex sniffed Oba again and quickly mounted her

Oba squealed with delight, her foreign tongue clicking and whistling. Obviously pleased as Rex fucked her.

Carol was shocked as she watched her large dog hump the well-rounded ass of the African goddess. She felt compelled to watch.

Rex humped Oba quickly, rutting quickly and then pulled off of her. His large pink dog cock still spurting come.

Oba turned and patted the dog and then bent under him and took his still engorged pink cock into her mouth. She grunted like an animal as she sucked the dog cock, and then, she straddled him and sunk down onto him. She gasped with delight. And, for the first time she looked over at Carol. She grinned, she grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as she rode up and down on dog cock. As she squeezed her engorged nipples wept a clear fluid.

Carol found herself staring, unable to turn away. A part of her felt she should be disgusted. But she wasn’t. Fascinated. She felt a flush of heat between her legs. She’d never known this before. And, she felt a touch of moisture.

Oba rose. She said something. Carol didn’t know the words, but she understood that Oba was thanking her for her dog.

Oba returned to the waters and sunk down into them

Carol had watched it all and was silent

She noticed Rex had returned to her side, wagging his thick tail

She looked around the river waters and could not see Oba rising up on the other shore.

It made no sense to her.

She turned to the camp and went back, confused, but realising also she was excited by what had happened. It was as if she was in a daze.

She ignored her father upon returning to camp. She went to her tent. Rex ran in and lay by Carol’s cot

Lance came up to the tent and talked to her without entering before she simply reached out, untied the tent flap and let it fall closed.

Lance had no idea what had happened but had the good manners and breeding to return to the camp-fire where dinner was being served.

Carol lay on her cot and stared at her dog. He sat up as if sensing her thoughts. He wagged his tail.

She reached over and patted him.

Then she saw his cock head pushing out of his sheath.

She smiled and touched it. She began to caress it, and then her mouth… she lent over, under him as he stood up. She was fascinated by it.

Her mouth opened, her tongue touched it, and then embraced his cock. His red dog cock slipped out and she sucked.

In moments she tasted a hot seed and she gulped it down. She sucked and drank down a second blast of dog sperm.

She sat up, shocked at what she had just done, but also it had pleased her. She took a handkerchief, and wiped her mouth.

Rex sat back down now and the two looked at each other for a while.

She decided to join the party out by the camp fire

During dinner she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to all the strange things that were happening.

Her father noticed she was distant during the conversation

When she retired she found herself taking Rex into her mouth again. Only she was more eager. She had less regrets as he came in her mouth.

She gurgled with delight as she drank him down. She fell asleep in her clothes.

It was about 2am when she woke.

She had a strange compunction; and she went down to the river. It was dark, but moon-bright.

The woman was there. She patted Rex, but her attention was Carol

Carol shivered as the woman approached. Oba spoke, and again somehow Carol understood it

Oba was muscular, fit, menacing. Taller than Carol, her black skin glistened in the moonlight.

She spoke in her strange language and Carol instinctively understood it.

Oba introduced herself

She took hold of Carol’s shirt and began unbuttoning it. She opened it up to reveal Carol’s undergarments. Carol simply let her do this.

Oba’s hand—her fingernails extended out into claws and she swiped at Carol’s cotton clothing, cutting strips from the material

She tore open Carol’s top suddenly, ripping it from Carol’s body.

Carol was quite flat-chested. She looked down at herself, and then at the generous black globes; hard nipples pointing at her

She noticed that Oba’s teeth, pointed like a lioness.

Oba’s attention was suddenly drawn to something. Carol could just make out the shape of an impala.

Oba sprung at it, catching it. Her fingernails and toenails digging into the flesh. The creature squealed as it was brought down. Oba’s teeth tore at it

Carol watched transfixed. Something spoke into her mind.

Oba tore strips of flesh. Carol slowly stepped closer, looking at the carnage, squatting down, tasting warm raw flesh and joining in the wild feast

The blood of the creature was warm and salty. Carol lapped at it.

She turned to look at Oba, and their lips met with each other.

Oba and Carol made love. She was compelled by Oba’s soft foreign voice… it made her burn with desire

Carol, naked, her thighs apart, Oba’s entwined with hers. Hips grinding. Pussies pressing against each other

Carol gasped and cried out… her orgasm—her first…. took her by surprise. She never knew a feeling like that was possible. She was glad when Oba’s own peak arrived; there was something satisfying in making her lover come.

Rex… both women took turns at sucking his cock, and then Oba guided Carol onto her hands and knees.

She trembled as she felt her dog climb up onto her.

She bucked as she was penetrated for the first time. It burned, but it was a nice heat. As Rex rode her Oba presented her groin to Carol. Carol did not know what to do; but Oba guided her.

Rex rutted her and came, and then popped out of her to be replaced by Oba’s tongue. It was long and thick. And it delved deeply into her. She shivered.

Carol’s hands clasped as fists as she cried out in orgasm.

Carol woke, in her tent. She sat up. She was naked. Suddenly she felt something hard in her mouth, loose.

She spat it out into her hand… a tooth…

She was shocked as she twirled it around in her hand…

Carol dug into her trunk for her mirror. She opened her mouth. Her teeth—she had a space, but as she looked a bud of a tooth emerged, and then, painfully it pushed down. She had a sharp tooth, just like she’d seen in Oba’s mouth.

She turned to Rex. She spoke to him, and then realised she was speaking in the same tongue as Oba spoke. She corrected herself and spoke in English “Come boy” she smiled

She rolled her dog onto his back and squatted over him. He was erect and she took him into her. She delighted in the feel of his thickness inside her. Her thighs embraced him.

Carol rode her dog till she came. She caressed her breasts at the same time.

She let out a shrill cry as she felt him coming inside her.

She dressed. It felt uncomfortable. The clothes… it felt un-natural. She felt a compulsion to be naked, but for the time being she was able to fight whatever force was taking over her.

She went down to the river with her dog and Oba was there over the carcass from the previous night tearing at the flesh, crunching the bones. Flies buzzed about the kill. There was a pungent odour.

Carol watched and then she salivated. Rex moved closer to the kill and Oba turned and growled at him. Rex backed away and Oba was satisfied. She buried her face into the meat.

Carol didn’t know what was compelling her to change… and liking it. She moved closer to the carcass. Oba turned and growled. Carol growled back. She hissed. Her tongue shot out 10cms long. It surprised her.

She was on all fours and Oba moved aside allowing Carol to get closer. Carol sniffed the carcass and it smelled delicious. She buried her face into it and together the two women feasted like animals.

Oba moved around behind Carol. Carol turned to see Oba’s clit sticking out about an inch long. Oba ground herself up against Carol as Carol continued to feed.

Carol felt a tingling between her legs and she pulled away from Oba. She felt Rex mount her and rut her and she growled with animal pleasure as her dog fucked her.

“Oh, yes” she managed to cry… and Oba was startled that Carol still had a sense of speech.

Oba waited for Rex to come before she buried her tongue in Carol’s cunt. Carol quivered with delight. Oba’s tongue was as long and thick as Rex’s dog cock.

After a while Oba rose. She went over to a patch of sandy ground. She grunted. Carol was compelled to follow.

Oba, squatting dug away at the loose ground to make a small hole. She squatted. Her anus opened up as she produced a long brown sausage. Carol smiled and moved around to watch as the excrement fell into the hole.

Oba turned and bent over to sniff it and she started to cover it up. She stopped and looked at Carol.

Carol understood.

She positioned herself the same way and she produced a sausage of her own. When she was done she stood and Oba moved her nose up between Carol’s legs. Carol opened her legs a little and Oba sniffed at Carol’s asshole.

Satisfied, she continued to bury the waste. Carol joined her.

Rex ran over and mounted Oba. She moved forward from a squat onto her hands and knees and let him fuck her.

Carol found herself masturbating as she watched. She came

Carol found herself lapping at the dog-sperm seeping from Oba’s furry snatch.

Lance found Carol down by the river with her dog. She was washing herself…It seemed odd to her and she stopped to wonder why… a trait of human decency still in her? She had watched Oba as her lover disappeared into the river.

Carol heard him well before he noticed her. Her ears seemed to hear a lot more. Her eyes could see in more detail.

“Carol?” he called from the bank “Your father wanted to know if you would join us for lunch”.

She turned and looked at him. She could see the flow of blood through his body.

He had turned away, having found her in an immodest state, though clothed. It as ungentlemanly to gaze upon a woman bathing

“Carol?” he asked again

She smiled and taking hold of her top she peeled it up off of her.

She stood there, petite, pale, perky.

She slid up to him and lent against him

“Carol…!” he gasped horrified. He spun around to see that she was less descent than a moment ago

“I want you” she whimpered as she embraced him.

She took hold of his hand and brought it up to her small breast

He pushed away from her

“What on earth has got into you?” he cried

“I want you in me…”she cried as she slid a hand between her legs. She couldn’t help but feel horny. It was overpowering. She drew her pants down to reveal no underwear, and a large light brown bush.

“Good grief!” he cried “Control yourself!”

“If you won’t have me…” she said, she turned and squatted. Rex went to her. “I need a lover” she said and to his horror she got down and hiking her pants down let Rex mount her right in front of him… “Oh, yessss” she cried as her dog penetrated her. “That’s the wrong hole!” she giggled, but acquiesced to Rex’s passion.

“Good boy!” she sighed

As she was rutted she smelled a rush of pheromones. She turned to see Lance red with rage.

Carol was tied to a post. Her father and Lance spoke in worried terms about what had taken over Carol’s mind. Although they were a distance away her ears pricked up and she could hear everything they said

Sir Bruce glanced over at her, but felt that they were enough distance away that she shouldn’t be able to hear them.

She was obviously ‘sick’ in the head. Something had compelled her… a fine upstanding girl into this depravity. They talked of carrying her back to Port Davis on the Wutaumbi River, where she could at least get proper medical treatment.

Carol smarted, she had been punched hard in the back of the head—an outraged Lance had not been able to control his anger. He found he had to hit her a number of times to subdue her, she seemed quite robust, despite her size.

Rex lay dead back at the river, shot.

Following the shot people came running down to the river

Sir Bruce approved of this… whatever was compelling his daughter’s savage behaviour… he would do what he could to stop it.

They had tried to talk to Carol. Her ability to speak English was diminishing. She spoke in whirls and clicks, mixed in with an occasional word.

Carol struggled against the bonds.

As they talked Carol realised her fingernails were sharp. She made them extend out into claws and she started to scratch at the rope bindings

She made short-work of the rope and had soon freed one hand. She smiled. She cut at the ropes on her legs and then, she was in the brush before she had been seen escaping

Sir Bruce and Lance lead a search party, tracking her. At first it was easy because she cast off her clothing as she went.

A day later they found a small marsh deer. It had its throat ripped open and had been clawed and partly eaten.

Lance had wondered what had done this, but Sir Bruce, noticing the footprints had guessed it was his daughter… though it was hard to believe.

The carnage of the kill disturbed him. There was a violence there that was beyond animalistic.

Sir Bruce caught a glimpse of naked white flesh; contrasted against the darker jungle

He drove the tracking party onwards.

Carol caught up with Oba in the middle of the river. Oba turned to hear the approaching party. She hissed. Her tongue flickered out 10cms long

Carol and Oba kissed. The approaching party could not be ignored

Oba opened Carol’s mouth and checked that her teeth were now ‘normal’

She squatted down into the water and drew Carol down too

She eased Carol into the water and Carol to her surprise found the water passing into her mouth and out her neck

She touched the slits on her neck. She hadn’t noticed them on Oba before but she now did.

Sir Bruce followed the tracks into he water

He stopped. He could not see tracks on the other side

Impatiently Lance plunged into the water and went to the other bank. He could not find any signs

As he stepped back through the waters he was not aware of how close he was to where Oba and Carol lay, on the floor of the watercourse

They returned to their main camp.

Sir Bruce spent an entire month searching futilely

He heard a report of a black woman and a white woman attacking cattle in the T’toki Valley.

He wanted to head there but the exposure to the harsh environment was too much. He had to be carried on a litter back to Port Davis where a steamer bore him down the Wataumbi River and back to the remnants of civilisation.

Carol rose from the waters, her belly swollen. Oba soon followed, her belly just as pronounced.

The two held hands and purred

Oba patted her lover’s bulge. Carol let out a small shrill.

Both carried Rex’s spawn inside them

Carol felt the twinge between her legs; her birthing pangs

She waded ashore and Oba helped her build a nest.

Carol on all fours felt first one, then another pup plop out of her vagina.

Oba watched and was delighted…two pups each.

Carol rolled onto her side and brought one up to each of her full teats.

She watched as Oba did the same with her dogs.

Carol mewed with delight