The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Aurora, Illinois

Gladys Luminere hummed as she brought out the tray with the night’s dinner. Home cooking!

Her husband Bob, and daughter Elaine, along with Elaine’s husband Roger sat there looking at each other uneasily.

“Help yourselves,” Gladys grinned as she rushed back into the kitchen to fetch some sauces.

The meal was exquisitely made. Gladys had taken her time to prepare everything by hand. Even the bread was home-baked.

Gladys returned. She sat down. She picked up some serving tongs and helped herself to some baked potatoes.

She paused.

“Isn’t the meal to your liking?” she asked.

“Um…?” Bob hesitated.

“It’s fine, mom…,” Elaine said

“You sure?” Gladys asked.

“Yeah…,” Elaine said.

“Is everything alright?” Gladys asked. “I hope you are all ‘settled’?”

“Yeah!” Bob burst out enthusiastically.

“Sure, mom…,”

Gladys turned to Roger

“Um, yeah… Everything is fine!” he almost choked.

“Good…,” she said.

She watched as they tucked into their meal. And, as noted it was well made. But… hard to swallow.

“Oh, you’re so hungry…,” Gladys smiled looking down at the creature sucking on her breast.

Gladys was topless.

Her breasts were engorged… following the modification.

The creature…an alien, supped on Gladys’ teat. It gurgled. “Yes, Master” she said “Everything is fine…,”

The alien was only the size of a kitten. It had an over-sized head, and two very large elliptical black eyes. Two small indentations for breathing, and a thin chin under that hungry mouth.

Gladys had been seized very early on, and taken away for processing. Not only was her mind enslaved, but her body was modified.

She went from 34A to 40D cup. Her breasts made milk, but of a type more suited to inhuman needs.

The aliens were tiny, quite fragile really. A human could easily crush them. But they were not only highly sophisticated, and intelligent, they had psychic powers beyond human control.

They simply made humans do what they willed. They had turned armed forces against each other. Just by the power of thought.

Gladys adjusted her position as she drew the alien off her breast. She scooted forward in her chair, opening her legs as she placed it against her vagina.

It pressed between her labia and burrowed into her cunt. She gasped as she felt it slithering into her pink warmth.

“He’s sleeping…,” Gladys smiled moments later. The creature nestled inside her womb was now safe.

“Oh, try the meatloaf!” Gladys said as she sat back in her chair. She licked her fingers of her own juices. Her stomach moved a little as the alien inside her readjusted its position within her.

Her nipple dripped the pinkish-white fluid that she now produced.

“Oh, my!” Gladys said embarrassed, and picking up a serviette she wiped her enlarged nipple. “How embarrassing…,” she blushed, “I’m getting fluid all over me!”

She looked up at her husband smiling…

He smiled weakly in reply.

Bob knew not to do anything else. The Kuntz family next door… Marvin Kuntz had protested when his daughter Marjorie came home with a bloated stomach. Then as she lounged casually outside by their pool—as if nothing had happened—Marvin had watched in awestruck horror as his daughter opened her legs and a small creature worked its way out of her.

“Oh, there you go…,” she said casually as she picked it up and let it latch to her breast.

Later as she had the creature nestled back inside of her Marjorie caught her mom Ruth and brother Henk plotting with Marvin about what to do about her.

Marjorie noticed and as she did the creature inside her was alerted. It was connected to her. It was connected to the others.

It was not long before Ruth was taken for processing and Henk and Marvin too… only processing for men ended the men. Ruth was soon hosting an alien too… Mom and daughter splashing together in the pool, exhilarated as the water flowed over their baby bumps…

Bob had seen the vehicles come in the night to take them all away. And then to hear the squeals of summery pleasure… he had looked over the fence to see mom and daughter climb out of the pool, hand in hand, go over to a banana chair and then fuck each other with an intensity that made him hard, despite the circumstances.

Legs entwined Ruth gyrated, grinding her pussy against her daughter’s furry snatch.

Bob turned and vomited sickened by their banshee cries of orgasm.

“Is anything the matter?” Gladys said as she came by…

Bob almost jumped out of his skin.

His wife… well what was left of her humanity stood there, topless, breastfeeding her Master… and gently enquiring from him if everything was okay.

What was he going to say?

What could he say?

He wanted his daughter and son-in-law to survive…. as humans. Especially as they now had a licence to breed.

The aliens didn’t want all women to be enslaved. They needed a large portion to keep breeding more humans.

(The aliens were working on a way of how to make women only give birth to girls, and of just replacing guys with an artificial sperm).

Elaine and Roger were trying for a baby. Now they had a licence they had four months to produce a pregnancy… or they would be punished.

… And so the dinner continued.

“Ooooo,” Gladys gasped as the alien insider her shifted. Suddenly she leaned back. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Yessssssss!” she cried as she came…

The alien inside her had stimulated her to orgasm…

“Oh, fuck!” Gladys said gasping for breath as she sat up straight.

She noticed them staring at her.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, honey”

“Sure”

“Yeah, mom”

They were shocked but they had to pretend.

Later that night Gladys got into bed next to her husband. “I do hope they have a child soon…,”

“Huh? What honey?” Bob asked.

“They need to produce more girls… The Masters require more hosts…,”

“Er… Yes…,” Bob said as he rolled away.

“Honey?”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me in the ass…,”

“What?”

“The Master…,” Gladys said…implying he better do as he was asked.

Bob didn’t like this. He knew why this was being asked of him. The Master could taste her hormones and when she had sex it changed the ‘flavour’ of her. It liked that flavour.

Naturally enough it didn’t want cock in her pussy… so that left her back-hole.

“Um…I’m not sure if I can… tonight…,” he said sheepishly.

“You’re not going to disappoint the Master are you?”

“Huh? What….? Noooo!” he protested.

“Good…,” she chirped.

Gladys got up on all fours, swaying her ass… waiting for it to be filled.

Bob stroked his cock nervously trying to get an erection. There was a lot of pressure on him to perform… and that kind of pressure doesn’t make men hard.

“Come on honey…,” Gladys said as she stuck two fingers in her ass and opened her back age up…

He gazed down that pink hole and tried to imagine it was his wife’s pussy… and that she… No… it was not working.

“Honey?” Gladys whimpered impatiently… “The Master…”

“You’re not fucking helping!” Bob spat.

Gladys got up off the bed, licking her fingers… “You’re not of any use to the Master…,”

“No… please… I…”

Gladys began massaging her breasts.

“No… I… I can….,” Bob worked his cock furiously…

“You’re no good…”

“No… No… Please… Not that!”

A small bony protrusion pushed out of her nipples.

“Please… God! Noooo!”

Suddenly as she gave a big squeeze he was pricked by a small bone-dart.

The other missed.

He clutched his neck where he felt the sting… “Please… Honey!”

He began to tremble… His legs gave way. His limbs hung useless…

An erection is dependent on blood-flow, not muscle control and she didn’t need his muscles to work. She needed him hard.

He slumped to the floor.

She went up to him rolling his head back so he could continue to breathe.

She turned around and squatted, taking hold of his now hard cock she eased down onto it.

“Oh, yessssss!” Gladys sighed as she took her husband into her asshole.

“Oh, God! Yesssss!” she sighed as she slid down till all of him was in her back-hole.

She slowly rode up and down on him. Her clit became engorged at the same time. She strummed it as she rode her husband’s cock.

She groaned with delight and as she did oxytocin and vasopressin flowed in her blood and, deep inside her pussy the Master fed.

He let her know he approved and at that she came. She only lived to please him.

She let out a giant cry and her whole body spasmed with orgasmic ecstasy as she came.

“Oh, Yessssss! Yessssss! Yessssss, Master! she screamed.

She rose up of Bob and caught some of his come leaking out her asshole. She looked down on him.

“Yes, Master…, He’s no good for us anymore…”

She went over to the phone and dialled a number.

“One to collect. 90-59-922B” And she hung up.

She strode back to bed and lay down for half an hour till the team arrived.

She went downstairs, naked and let them in. “Upstairs…,” she said.

She stood by the door as they came down past her, carrying her husband’s paralysed body.

She smiled as she closed the door and looked up the stairs.

She could smell Roger’s manly bodily musk. He was still functioning. In the morning she would begin using him in the place of her husband.

If Elaine, her daughter protested… She’d be processed.

Gladys went back to bed and slept soundly. Her Master was satisfied. She was satisfied.