The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kathy waved the village off as her horse rode away on light, spirited gallops. It was light, nimble, and full of youthful spirit just like her. She liked that in a horse, even if it meant setting herself farther apart from the heroic paladins of the knights’order she was now acting on behalf of (by herself, for the first time ever!). Her blonde ponytail flopped cutely up and down with her steed’s bouncing. She turned her attention to the castle half a day’s journey away and smiled to herself. The creature waiting for her there was most likely a succubus or a vampire.

Not that she was one of those apostates who got aroused thinking of such things, of course! She merely knew the weaknesses of those two types of monster better than most, and thus felt comparatively better equipped to defend herself. If it was a succubus she needed only flaunt her cuteness to incur a lapse in judgment, then refuse it consent long enough to escape and report back. A vampire with the hunting patterns suggested by village testimony would be a fledgeling one, within her means to kill if she attacked it in hours of daylight.

She did feel a bit disappointed her first monster hunt would be targeting a humanoid one. The smarter of that sort, especially, left a bad taste in her mouth to think about killing. Anything that both looked and spoke like a person didn’t deserve to be “hunted,” in her opinion. She briefly thought about the frenzied fervor of vampire hunters from decades past and felt thankful she had become a knight instead. She only had to worry about monsters that were already hurting people!

She focused on controlling her steed. Strider, as Katy had somewhat uncreatively named her, required fairly little effort to keep under control. Strider had a very cooperative and ive personality, for which the ever impulsive and flighty Katy felt her parents were surely grateful. She guided Strider down a worn dirt path, glancing up every so often to make sure she was getting closer to the castle. Her heartbeat picked up gradually over time with excitement.

The armor she wore—a bit of plate in important areas worn with some more standard cloth (a cute feminine outfit specifically)—didn’t protect her as well as a full suit would, but she also couldn’t have afforded one. Today she found herself almost thankful, owing to this alternative’s fairly significant decrease in weight. It felt pretty bad to wear in the sun, sure, but a full set would be even worse. Besides, her mommy sewed this getup specifically for her and said it made her look like a princess! Magic often rewarded that kind of thing. Despite being no wizard, Katy knew magic would be a part of her career anyway.

Hours came and went. The castle drew nearer.

Strider carried Kathy up to a spot close to the castle’s entrance but refused to step closer. Kathy tried once or twice to spur her horse nearer to the door but her efforts got them nowhere. She sighed and dismounted. The castle town had been pretty normal, which only lent more credence to her theory about the monster. She paced outside the castle, reviewing her intel to herself.

Girls from the village had been going missing during visits to the castle town. Some reappeared a week or so later, with no memories of their time spent away. Some never came back. All of them fell in an age range of young adulthood, and none were married. The returning survivors bore no signs of physical injury insofar as Katy could tell, but she hadn’t spent long checking each one and she was hardly a physician. Besides, asking strangers to strip for her—a thing she would need to do in order to complete the most thorough investigation possible—had been too much, and she hadn’t done it.

Katy stopped where she stood and blushed at the immodesty of the thought. Each surviving young lady had been beautiful, stunning really—part of why she suspected the culprits she did—but she dared not make such an overreaching request of strangers. It would have been so improper!

Some part of her remarked that she could have simply asked them if they felt comfortable doing it, in private of course. With a loved one or two so they didn’t feel their safety compromised by Kathy’s nature or position. She shook her rapidly reddening head to chase out those thoughts and slapped her soft-gloved hands against her cheeks. Focus came back to her. She had a beast to slay. The bottom-ranked Holy Knight of Auloripin turned towards the castle’s big pair of wooden double doors and transferred her sword’s sheath from a spot on Strider’s saddle to one on her belt. After she finished tightly attaching her weapon, her eyes began to blaze with determination.

Kathy ran forward and slammed her shoulder into the door. Despite her comparatively lithe and unmuscular frame by her order’s standards, and despite the looming doors’ girth and undoubtable weight, her charge knocked it ajar with ease. She stumbled past, shocked by the minimal resistance, and lost her footing sending her to the floor. Kathy rolled across the cool castle floor—some type of smooth polished stone—and came to a stop only when she bumped into the bottom of a wall. She took a moment to stand back up and dust herself off. Her eyes darted all about for a few seconds as she subconsciously checked whether anyone saw her embarrassing little blunder.

After she felt she’d confirmed nobody saw, Kathy let loose a sigh and a quiet laugh. She slipped back into a mindset of grim business. Hand on her weapon’s hilt, she started her journey into the castle. It did not occur to her that she hadn’t tied Strider in place. Too much of her focus was zeroing in on the task of finding her quarry.

Kathy kicked in a door. She’d searched basically the entire castle before she’d felt the faint magic seeping out from this room. It was the throne room, and not the queen’s quarters like she had expected coming in. Her prey was absolutely the thinking kind, if this was where it chose to reside. That, or it had chosen a different room than its lair to await her in, but that decision downright required intellect in order to make it.

Her boot slams heavily down in front of her, and her hand tightly grips the hilt of her sword. A basic arming sword made of modest metals with a cruciform guard and a recent blessing from a low-ranking priest, it was the bare minimum of a weapon someone like her could use against a vampire. Kathy’s eyes jumped to the throne immediately and were rewarded. There she saw a beautiful young lady with pale skin and piercing red eyes.

The lady—whom Kathy felt certain was a vampire—sat with both legs draped luxuriously over one of the throne’s arm rests, and her spine extended backwards over the other. The woman rotated her head a bit to make eye with Kathy, and her vibrantly red lips curled into a gorgeously sharp grin. Whether that coloration was natural or applied, and whether they were pigmented by lipstick or blood, the vampire’s plush lips looked utterly striking against the paperlike white of her skin. Kathy tried not to think about how beautiful the monster was.

“Oh, a knight~? The kingdom sent a knight after little old me~?” The vampire giggled in a voice that sounded both younger and more cheerful than Kathy would ever have expected from a bloodsucking creature of the knight. She had to manually stop her mouth from succumbing to the creature’s infectious joy and smiling. She trained her eyes on the vampire’s li—on the vampire’s predatory eyes, and she slowly slipped her sword out of its sheath. The sound of its blade gliding across the wood of its scabbard is the only one in the room. Kathy finishes drawing the weapon and transitions her stance into a cautious guard, her gaze directed unerringly into—no, rather, at—the vampire’s bloodred irises.

“I’m here to save the village girls,” Kathy says despite having intended to growl it. Her voice comes out a lot shakier and less confident than it had sounded in her head. The vampire looks her over but doesn’t move anything except its eyes. Kathy realizes that her prey is unimpressed. She feels…not fear? But embarrassment? Why…why is that? “Did you not—I’m here—”

“I heard you~” the vampire giggled, arching its back to stretch. “But you’re woefully outmatched and underequipped, don’t you think?” The vampire’s beautiful lips slant into a feline expression of smug dominance. A shiver sprints from the base of Kathy’s skull down her nervous system to her feet. Her body quivered weakly in a wave that traveled down the same route.

“Wh-what did you do to them!?” Kathy blurted out before she could think about it. Her sword shook audibly in her unfirm grasp. She made an effort to force her facial muscles to form the shape of a hostile glare. She couldn’t see her face but it certainly felt like she was falling short.

Annodalia stifled a laugh at the weak posturing of the so-called ‘knight’ here to kill her. She shifted position to sit up in her borrowed throne. Despite the dreadfully modest cloth and offensive metal bits that the silly human adorned herself with, she was obviously attractive. Between her cute face with small features, a bright blonde ponytail, slender limbs at least fit enough to wear that outfit (impressive, right? Annodalia could never what was “average” for those frail creatures), and her thin pretty lips, this “knight” was definitely at least as pretty as the peasantry Annodalia had been feeding on since she occupied this castle.

Annodalia felt a sudden pang of hunger. Right, right—those malnourished laborer peasants’ blood was low quality, dirty rations compared to the stuff in that knight’s veins. The vampire’s tongue darted out to wet her lips. She felt a sharp uptick in the intensity of the dark magics that she had instead of a heartbeat. She looked over the knight again, her body trembling with need.

The sword in the young knight’s hands was no doubt blessed, but Annodalia felt nothing from it. Whatever divinity it was imbued with, Annodalia needn’t fear. She felt the knight’s blood calling to her like an oasis in a desert. Her mouth suddenly felt so dry…

Annodalia grinned wide. She had a plan.

“So I’m gonna run you through!” Shouted Kathy, rushing forward at her target. She swung her blade in a wide arc and it struck the thick wood of the throne, bouncing off and sending shock up into her wrists. Kathy grunted and winced.

“Just gonna try putting your shaft in me right away, huh?” Teased the vampire, which made Kathy blush. She turned towards the sound and swung again, but the vampire stepped back just far and fast enough that the blade sailed through the air in front of her, less than an inch from clipping its nose with the weapon’s tip. Kathy grimaced and pulled the weapon back into a guard. “Come now, surely you have some left in you? I’m just dying for more~”

“Stop—talking like that!” Kathy spat, lunging towards the monster and shoving her hands brutishly out before her. The blade jutted out gracelessly and got swatted with ease by a backhand. Kathy’s eyes went wide and she watched her weapon jerk harmlessly to the side in slow motion, turned away by the vampire’s bare hands.

She started sweating.

“Alright, c’mon, you GOTTA be toying with me right girl? This never happens to you, right? It’s a fluke?” The vampire teases as Kathy turns her weapon and swings it back the direction it had been pushed from. The vampire somehow bends over backwards and cartwheels away under the sword’s arc as it goes. She comes to a stop standing straight and sporting a teasing smile. “You smell delicious, by the way, whoever sent a single well nourished young lady to fight a vampire who specifically prefers young ladies was…well, I’d want the bastard strung up, if you were my daughter.”

“What are you implying about my parents!?” Kathy bellowed, taking a wild swing horizontally at her adversary’s knees. A single leg rises and slams a high-heeled shoe on the flat of her sword, crashing it into the floor. The hilt flies from her hands as if by magic and the sudden loss of its weight disorients her. Kathy’s arms jet through the air carelessly in the direction they’d been going, leaving her exposed. She contemplates dropping to all fours and trying to get the sword out from under-

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing monster hunting anyway?” The vampire asks.

“Pr-pretty?” Kathy feels her face erupt. She stares wide-eyed at the supernaturally alluring creature’s face as she tries to back away but finds herself frozen like a deer seeing a bear. The vampire’s eyes seem attracted to her, and predatory, and while she’d seen men give attracted predatory looks to her before this seemed different.

“Are the other humans blind?” The vampire snaps. “You’re CLEARLY not meant to be a knight. A guard, maybe, for a gorgeous princess so skilled in the mystic arts she could never need you, or a maid with combat training just in case, I could see you as THOSE things, but a knight? A monster hunter?”

“Are you calling me weak!?” Kathy spat, reeling back a fist. She threw a punch at the vampire’s head but it caught her fist in one hand.

“No, but it appears maybe you are,” the vampire comments, “through no fault of yours. Most people aren’t cut out for it, after all, and your parents—”

“Stop disparaging my mothers!” Kathy roars, punching towards the vampire’s gut. She gets a direct hit and it feels just like hitting a human, except that the vampire doesn’t physically react at all. Before she could pull away the vampire’s arms moved and in a flash it had taken both of Kathy’s wrists in its hands. Kathy’s face turned a brighter red, then an even brighter one after it yanked her chest-to chest with it. While she couldn’t feel the creature’s softly curved body pressed up against her armor, she could see it.

“Mothers, you say…? Delightful. Well I can hardly kill you then, now can I?”

“Wh…wuh…?” Stammered Kathy, enraptured all of a sudden by the beautiful reds and blacks and whites of the vampire’s beautiful face now her eyes had been forced so close to it.

“I do sooo hate making mothers bury their young…taking a beautiful and fiercely loyal thing like you away from two of them? What do I look like to you, a devil?” The vampire’s face radiates smug satisfaction. Some part of Kathy suddenly imagines that look pointed down at her and she feels…something.

“Let me…go!”

“Do you want that? I don’t think you do,” the vampire asks. Kathy knows charm magic when she hears it. The sweet, enveloping candy of the vampire’s suggestion is just like that of the fledgeling magicians the knights had her train against. But…the vampire is being honest. The sugarysweet voices whispering directly into Kathy’s mind said so. They would never lie to her. They knew better, too.

“I…don’t,” Kathy ittedly, suddenly confused why she’d been trying so hard to escape. The whispers coo over her that she’s a good girl, an obedient girl. She smiles a little, the praise making her feel bashful. The voices tickled some deep part of her brain as they wetly whispered deep inside it.

You should stare into her beautiful eyes.

Kathy didn’t hear those whispers, but she did hear her own thoughts pleasantly echoing them.

I should stare into her beautiful eyes.

Kathy stared into the vampire’s beautiful eyes. The vampire stared back. Kathy could feel herself falling into them. Everything but the vampire seemed so distant and unimportant. The world started to tint itself the color of the vampire’s eyes.

“My name is Annodalia, but you can call me Princess. Knights love serving a princess right?”

“Yes, Princess,” Kathy sighed. Her eyes glazed over as her brain effortlessly recategorized Annodalia from such bestiaries as “monsters,” “prey,” “dangers,” and “enemies” to more accurate ones. The vampire was a princess, a beauty, a royal, a superior. “Knights love to serve princesses.” Kathy blushed. She’d never seen a princess in person before. She couldn’t wait to tell her mothers she met a princess.

“Gooood knight,” purred Princess with an adorably catlike smile. The princess had such a wonderful voice. It made Kathy feel wobbly and woozy. “Now strip off that armor.”

“Yes Princess,” said a vacant Kathy. “I obey.” She began to strip off her armor for the princess. Each piece of metal or cloth that came off made her feel lighter, more vulnerable, more helpless. She liked feeling that way for Princess, according to the nice helpful voices whispering in her brain.

“Good girl,” giggled Princess. Drool trickled down the princess’s cheek as she licked her lips. “That underwear is cute. Leave it on.”

“Yes Princess,” Kathy moaned as she discarded her dress and the breastplate with it. She stood in only her plain white underwear. “I obey. I love to serve princesses.” Kathy felt so comfortable.

“Tell me you love me,” purred Princess in a dark tone, her hands deftly rubbing her palms all over Kathy’s body.

“Yes Princess, of course I love you,” Kathy sighed as she realized her heart belonged to Princess. Of course it did, every princess’s knight was in love with her. If you didn’t love your princess you weren’t fit to serve her, and knights serve princesses, so of course every knight loved princesses. Princess’s hands caressed Kathy’s neck.

“Tilt your head.”

“Yes Princess. I obey.” Kathy obediently moved her head off to one side. She breathed deeper as Princess leaned in.

Princess kissed her DEEP. So deep it felt like she was being fed on. Kathy groaned and shook. She imagined being able to nourish Princess with her body, with her very blood, and warmth built between her legs. One hand slipped under her panties without her knowledge.

Good girl. Touch yourself. This is sexy and good.

The whispers were even deeper in Kathy than Princess was, but each word from them resculpted her from the brainstem up. Thousands of neurons remapped themselves instantly each time the whispers sounded off, rewiring the bottom-ranked knight’s brain in an orgasmic fireworks show of lit-up receptors and snaking new pathways. She groaned at the overwhelming arousal that built between her legs by the second.

“I…love you, princesssss,” Kathy moaned, groping her own breast with her off hand. The part of her that objected to sexuality between human and monster vanished. The part that considered monster a damning title irreconcile with princess got coated in a corruptive pink magma and melted into its own inverse. The taboo against finding herself or her own domination sexy disintegrated to make way for an appreciation for serving beautiful women. “You kiss so welllll…!”

“Mmmm, gooood prey…cum.”

“Yes Princess!”