The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 1

Zachery hated going to church with his mother. He really fucking hated it. Every Sunday morning it was the same routine, Elena Thompson would wake up at the crack of dawn, make breakfast and then start working on him with that soft, guilt-tripping voice of hers. She was a god-fearing woman through and through and in her eyes that meant her only son had to be dragged along whether he liked it or not.

Zachery usually found some way to brush her off. Sometimes he’d say he had homework, other times he’d claim he was sick and on good weeks he’d just straight-up refuse and lock himself in his room. But this time was different. This time there was apparently some kind of “entertaining show” being hosted right after the service by one of the core and her son. Margaret Harlan had been the one to propose it. That alone was enough to make Zachery raise an eyebrow.

Margaret Harlan was known as a very pious woman, if not a somewhat judgmental one. She looked down on pretty much everyone else in the congregation, always muttering about how they weren’t devoted enough, how their faith was weak, how they dressed too provocatively or didn’t pray hard enough. Zachery was genuinely surprised to hear that she had been the one pushing for some kind of fun event. Even more surprising was the fact that her son Jax Harlan was going to be helping her set it up.

He knew Jax from school. Tall, lanky black guy, probably 6′3″, always walking around like he owned the hallways. Jax was on the basketball team and definitely not the church type. The dude smoked weed in the parking lot, got suspended twice last semester and barely showed up to class. So the idea of him helping his super-religious mom organize something at church felt… off.

Zachery rolled his eyes as his mother looked at him with those big hopeful eyes. She was already dressed in her Sunday best, a wine-colored modest sundress that was trying its hardest to look appropriate. Trying and failing. The fabric clung to her perfect MILF body in all the wrong ways. She had supple D-cup breasts that stretched the chest area tight no matter how high the neckline was and thick, juicy thighs that made the hem of the dress ride up whenever she sat down. It wasn’t her fault, really. Almost any outfit she wore ended up looking obscene on her. She had pulled her long chestnut hair back into a neat, slick bun, a few loose strands framing her face. She looked good. Too good for church, if Zachery was being honest.

He knew he had to relent this time. If he went today, he could use it as leverage for the next few Sundays. “I went last week, Mom. Can’t I skip this one?” That kind of thing. His father was away on a business trip for the next two weeks anyway, so there was no one else to back him up. With a heavy sigh, Zachery muttered, “Fine. I’ll go.”

Elena’s face lit up as it always did when her son accompanied her.

An hour later, the mother-son pair were walking into their church. The old wooden doors creaked as usual. Zachery forced a weak smile and nodded at the semi-familiar faces scattered around. There were only about twenty or so who had shown up today, their congregation was a tight-knit circle, everyone knew everyone’s business. The scent of old incense and polished wood filled the air. Sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, painting colorful patterns across the pews.

Zachery spotted Margaret Harlan near the front. She was an attractive MILF in her own right, a black woman with smooth dark skin, massive E-cup breasts and a true hourglass figure that her modest navy dress struggled to contain. Her curly hair was bunched into a tasteful ponytail that swayed when she moved. The second she saw Elena, her face broke into a big smile and she came over for a hug, the two women squeezing each other tight like old friends. Zachery had to look away to avoid seeing their large breasts squish together.

“Elena, honey! So glad you could make it,” Margaret said warmly. “And you brought Zachery! That’s wonderful.”

Elena beamed. “Wouldn’t miss it. So tell me, what exactly is this entertainment you’ve planned for after the service? Everyone’s been talking about it.”

Margaret suddenly looked a little lost, blinking a couple times. “Oh… well, I left most of it to Jax to handle. He insisted he had a good idea. You know how he is.”

Speaking of Jax, Zachery scanned the room but couldn’t spot him anywhere. That was weird. If the guy was supposed to be helping set things up, you’d think he’d at least be here early. Zachery shrugged it off. Maybe the delinquent was still outside smoking or something. Not his problem.

He followed his mother down the aisle and slid into their usual pew near the middle. Elena sat beside him, smoothing her dress over her thick thighs, the fabric riding up just enough to show a hint of skin. Zachery shifted uncomfortably, trying not to stare at his own mother’s body while also failing miserably. The church felt quieter than usual, the low murmur of conversation mixing with the soft organ music playing in the background.

He leaned back against the hard wooden pew, already bored, wondering what kind of lame “entertainment” Margaret and Jax had cooked up. A choir performance? Some youth group skit? Whatever it was, he just wanted it to be over quickly so he could go home and play video games in peace.

Soon Sister Claire came into the room from the side door near the altar. She looked as composed and holy as ever in her black nun’s habit, the white veil framing her face neatly. The entire congregation quieted down as she stepped up to the podium, offering a gentle smile to everyone.

“Shall we begin?” she said softly.

The service started like it always did. Prayers, hymns, readings from the Bible. Zachery sat there slouched in the pew, arms crossed, trying not to yawn too obviously. He wondered to himself why all these people had nothing better to do than come to this place every single week just to hear the same old stuff over and over again. The same stories, the same messages about sin and forgiveness and ‘love thy neighbor’. He could probably recite half the words from memory by now and he was not even a regular. His eyes kept drifting to the stained glass windows, then to his mother’s face, then to the clock on the far wall. Time felt like it was moving extra slow.

Elena sat perfectly straight beside him, hands folded in her lap, nodding along to every word. Her wine-colored sundress had ridden up her thick thighs again, the soft flesh pressing against the wooden pew. Zachery quickly looked away, annoyed at himself for noticing.

After what felt like forever, Sister Claire finally closed her Bible and gave the final blessing. “Go in peace,” she said. “And may the Lord be with you.”

The congregation murmured the response. The service was over.

For a few moments Zachery felt relieved. Still no sign of Jax anywhere. Maybe the stupid idiot had forgotten to make the proper arrangements. Maybe the whole “entertainment” thing had fallen through and he could finally get the hell out of here early. He was already planning how he’d spend the rest of his Sunday, probably in his room while his mom cooked lunch.

He started looking around the room, scanning faces, when his eyes landed on her.

Lila Moreau.

She was sitting three pews ahead on the right side and at almost the exact same moment, she turned and spotted him too. A bright smile spread across her face as she gave him a small wave. Zachery felt his stomach do that stupid flip it always did around her. He smiled back, trying not to look like a complete loser.

If there was one thing Zachery actually loved about coming to church, it was getting to see Lila. She had perfectly styled curly locks of auburn hair that fell beautifully around her shoulders and those light blue eyes that always seemed warm and kind. She was petite, maybe 5′4″, with a toned body that looked incredible even in the modest yellow sundress she was wearing today. The dress hugged her perky chest and slim waist just enough to make Zachery’s imagination run wild. He’d had a massive crush on her for over a year now. She helped out with the youth group sometimes and every time she smiled at him it felt like a small victory.

He noticed she had come to church alone today. No parents, no friends sitting with her. Zachery thought about getting up right then, walking over casually and trying to talk to her. Maybe ask how her week went. Maybe finally work up the nerve to say something that wasn’t completely awkward. He shifted in his seat, ready to stand—

A loud popping sound suddenly cracked through the church near the altar.

Everyone jumped.

Purple confetti exploded into the air, showering down over the front rows like glittery rain. Standing right there in front of the altar, grinning like an idiot, was Jax Harlan. He was wearing a full black tuxedo that looked way too sharp on his tall, lanky frame. One hand still held the large party popper he’d just set off, the cardboard tube still smoking a little.

The entire congregation went dead silent. All heads turned toward the front. Sister Claire looked stunned. Margaret Harlan’s mouth actually fell open in shock. Elena grabbed Zachery’s arm tightly, confused.

Jax lowered the popper and spread his arms wide, that cocky smirk plastered across his face.

“Well damn,” he said loudly, voice echoing through the church. “Didn’t mean to scare y’all. But now that I got your attention…”

He let the sentence hang, clearly enjoying the way every single person in the room was now staring at him. Purple confetti continued to drift down slowly around his shoulders.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jax began speaking theatrically, his voice echoing through the old church hall with way too much confidence for a guy who everyone knew to be wary of. “Please allow me to introduce… the entertainment for today…”

He motioned with both hands dramatically toward the right side of the altar, like some cheap magician trying to sell a trick. Everyone’s eyes followed.

Suddenly there was a large flash, bright white and blinding, followed by a thick puff of white smoke that exploded out from that exact spot. Zachery and most of the others in the room instinctively shielded their eyes, arms flying up. The smell of something chemical and sweet hit his nose.

When they lowered their arms and opened their eyes again, a smartly dressed man was standing there, half-obscured in the slowly clearing smoke. He wore a sharp black and purple suit that looked ridiculously expensive. He walked forward dramatically, stopped in the middle of the altar and gave a deep theatrical bow.

When he raised his head, everyone saw it, the purple devil mask covering his face, complete with curved horns and glowing red lenses where the eyes should be.

The man chuckled, a low, amused sound that carried through the silent church. He clapped his hands once.

There were two more loud bangs behind him and Jax. Zachery jumped in his seat. In an instant, the entire altar area transformed. The simple wooden cross and cloth-covered table were gone, replaced by a makeshift stage. A large banner unfurled above it reading ‘The Devil’s Crypt: Travelling Edition’ in bold purple and gold letters. Purple and white balloons appeared out of nowhere, floating up toward the ceiling along with streamers and other decorations. The whole front of the church looked like it was prepared for some cheap magician’s act.

Zachery sat there completely flabbergasted. How the fuck had the simple altar in his church been transformed so suddenly and quickly? It didn’t make any sense.

Murmurs started spreading through the room. People were whispering, looking at each other in confusion. Zachery could tell pretty much everyone was thinking the same thing he was.

But one voice cut through all the muttering louder than the rest.

Sister Claire huffed angrily and marched straight up to the strange man. She pointed a finger and poked him hard in the chest.

“What is this blasphemy?” she demanded, her voice sharp and full of righteous anger. “This is a house of God! Take away your pagan tricks and decorations elsewhere!”

She spun toward Jax, eyes blazing. “What is the meaning of this, young man? Have you lost your mind?”

Jax looked a little panicked. He shifted on his feet and opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but the man in the devil mask smoothly took Sister Claire’s attention back to him.

“Ahh, Sister Claire,” he said, voice smooth and charming, “nothing’s out of the ordinary here, ? We spoke on the phone last night. I hope you’ve made the arrangements I asked for…”

He chuckled again.

“Arrangements…” Sister Claire repeated softly. Her head tilted slightly and she began shaking it slowly, like she suddenly felt lightheaded. For a couple of seconds she looked genuinely confused, eyes unfocused. Then she blinked hard a few times and seemed to regain her composure.

When she spoke again, her tone had completely changed, markedly more jovial, almost excited.

“Oh yes, boss,” she said brightly. “All the arrangements have been made.”

Zachery’s jaw dropped. He had never heard the nun speak like that in his entire life. Sister Claire had always been strict, composed and serious. This bubbly tone sounded completely wrong coming from her.

But what she did next stunned him even more.

Sister Claire was 38, but she had a stunningly athletic figure with C-cup breasts and a well-taken-care-of body that her habit had always hidden. Zachery would have gone his whole life without knowing that fact if she hadn’t done what she did next.

She turned around to face the congregation with a big, bright smile. Then she grabbed the front of her black robe near the collar with both hands.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” she announced loudly, voice carrying through the church, “I am happy to welcome you to The Devil’s Crypt! Let us begin the show!”

And with that, she tore her robe open in one powerful motion.

Everyone in the room gasped.

Underneath the habit, Sister Claire had been wearing a sexy black latex bunny girl outfit. The sleeveless, skin-tight latex hugged every curve of her body like a second skin, shiny and obscene. White fur trim ran around the edges of her pussy and near her arms, making the whole thing look even more slutty. She was also wearing sheer white stockings that went all the way up her toned legs.

At the same time, the man in the devil mask reached out, grabbed her habit and veil, and snatched them away completely. As he did, a black latex bunny ear headband was revealed sitting on top of her head. Her long, wavy auburn hair tumbled down freely, cascading over her shoulders.

Sister Claire giggled like a schoolgirl and struck a sexy pose, one hand on her hip, chest pushed forward, bunny ears bouncing slightly.

The strange man looked proud and clapped.

“Please allow me to introduce my assistant for the evening! Bunny? Yeah, let’s call you that.”

The nun just nodded with pure glee, smiling wide and wiggling her hips a little.

Zachery sat frozen in the pew, heart hammering in his chest.

What the fuck was happening?

His mother’s hand was gripping his arm so tight it hurt. Margaret Harlan looked like she was about to faint. A few older church were whispering frantically. But nobody moved. Nobody stood up to stop it.

The man in the purple devil mask turned slowly toward the congregation, red lenses scanning across all their shocked faces. His chuckle echoed again through the now redecorated church.

Zachery’s stomach twisted into knots. He had a horrible feeling this was only the beginning.

He watched, stunned, as ‘Bunny’ enthusiastically bounced on her heels and turned around to take her place next to the strange man. When she spun, the entire congregation got a clear view of the fluffy white bunny tail attached to a thick buttplug shoved deep up her ass. The shiny black latex framed it perfectly. Another loud wave of gasps rippled through the church. A few older women covered their mouths in horror. Zachery couldn’t believe what he was seeing, Sister Claire, the strict nun who had scolded him dozens of times, now parading around with a fucking buttplug tail like it was normal.

She turned back around with a bright, happy smile and stepped right beside the man in the devil mask. One hand rested glamorously on his shoulder like she was his proud assistant. The bouncing from earlier had made her tits jiggle hard. The latex bunny outfit had medium-sized cutouts right over her nipples, pushing her soft flesh out through the holes. Metallic cross piercings hung from each nipple, swaying back and forth with every little movement she made. The sight was so obscene that Zachery’s brain struggled to process it.

Margaret Harlan suddenly stumbled forward from her seat, pushing through people until she reached the front. She grabbed her son Jax by the collar of his tuxedo, yanking him down to her level. Her voice was high-pitched and panicked.

“Jax! What is happening? What have you done?!” she shouted, shaking him. “Answer me right now!”

The man in the purple devil mask sighed, almost bored and walked over to the pair. Before Margaret could say another word, he waved his gloved hand slowly in front of her face.

Her expression went completely blank in an instant. Her hands went slack, falling away from Jax’s collar. The man gently guided her by the shoulders toward the center of the new stage. Now everyone could see her blank, empty face as she stared straight ahead like a doll.

“Sorry folks,” the hypnotist said casually into a mic that seemed to appear from nowhere. “This one was another participant I had to prepare beforehand. I know you lot are here for the fun part, but I promise you, no shortcuts from here on out.”

He laughed, like it was all just a big joke.

He turned toward Jax. “Now young man, as promised, you get to choose the participants for today’s show. I’m sure you have some in mind. Whoever Jax taps on the shoulder must us on stage.” The last statement felt more like a command.

Jax smiled wide and nodded. He started walking down the aisle toward the seated , looking way too happy with himself.

Zachery wanted to get up. He wanted to grab his mother’s hand and run out of the church as fast as possible. But when he tried to stand, his legs wouldn’t move. No matter how hard he strained, his body stayed glued to the pew. He realized then why no one else was trying to run away from this madness. They couldn’t. Something was holding them all in place.

While Zachery was still struggling uselessly against whatever invisible force kept him seated, Jax moved through the pews tapping shoulders. Two women, one was Rebecca Soto, the other Victoria Peretti, both stood up even though they verbally protested.

“No… I don’t want to,” Victoria said, voice shaking, but her feet carried her toward the stage anyway.

“I’m not going up there!” Rebecca hissed, but her body betrayed her, walking forward like a puppet.

Zachery’s heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. When he finally looked up again after his failed struggle, his stomach dropped like a rock.

Jax was standing right next to Lila Moreau.

He tapped her on the shoulder with two fingers.

Lila’s face crumpled. She was almost on the verge of tears as she stood up against her will, hands trembling at her sides. She walked slowly toward the stage, looking back over her shoulder with desperate eyes, but her legs kept moving.

Then Jax turned and started walking straight toward Zachery’s pew. He had that same smug smirk on his face. Zachery froze. Was this asshole really going to pick him too?

But Jax stopped right beside Elena.

He tapped Zachery’s mother on the shoulder.

“Sorry Zachery,” Jax said casually, not even looking sorry at all. “Nothing personal, man. You just have a hot mom.”

He turned and walked back toward the stage like it was nothing.

Zachery felt his mother’s hand slip from his grip. Elena stood up slowly, her face full of fear.

“No!!” she cried out, voice cracking. “Zachery, help me! No I don’t want to…”

She kept protesting the whole way, but her body walked forward anyway, ing the other women on the makeshift stage. Her thick thighs moved under the wine-colored sundress, hips swaying slightly with each unwilling step. She looked back at him desperately, eyes wide and pleading, but there was nothing he could do.

All Zachery could do was sit there and watch as his own mother was forced up onto the stage with Sister Claire, Lila and the others.

The mysterious man clapped his hands again, clearly pleased.

“Excellent choices,” he said, voice smooth and amused. “Let’s get this show started properly.”