The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Amanda? What — what are you doing here?”

Amanda sat up, her smile widening. She wriggled on the sofa, shifting her hips — the action causing the front of her flannel shirt to gape open even more. Karl was tantalised by the sight of even more pale flesh, deliciously freckled. He could see a slight darkening, the hint of a nipple …

Lust slammed into Karl so hard that his mouth went dry. He stared at Amanda hungrily, tracing every curve of her body with his eyes. The redheaded woman was practically naked, so sexy that it was hard to focus on why she was here.

Amanda shivered happily under Karl’s gaze, hugging herself around her middle. This pushed her breasts together, making her already ample chest even more pronounced.

“Oooh … that’s a good look, Karl. Practically ravenous. I feel like you’re on the verge of just lunging at me. How … fun.”

Karl swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment. He had to get control of himself. This was … he didn’t understand what was happening. The surge of lust had momentarily held his exhaustion at bay, but now he was feeling it all again. Karl tried again to get an answer out of Amanda, speaking slowly and enunciating every word.

“What. Are you. Doing here?”

Amanda patted Karl’s ankle again, trailing the tip of her finger up along his calf until he jerked his leg away. Amanda chuckled.

“What am I doing here? I thought we needed to talk. It was time.”

Karl sat up. He was feeling vulnerable still laying down while she was looking at him. Karl cleared his throat.

“Talk? Is this about what happened at your place? You’re right, Amanda, we need to talk. But not here! Did you break in? Does anyone know you’re here? You can’t just —”

Karl was interrupted by Amanda bursting into laughter. It was unfettered, free. A silvery sound of pure amusement that rang throughout the room. Karl’s eyes widened in shock, and glanced towards the stairs. Jess would hear that, would come down to investigate. How could Karl explain this away?

Karl scrambled across the sofa towards Amanda, lunging at her and clamping his hand over her mouth. He hissed, his voice lowered.

“Quiet! Are you crazy?”

Amanda seemed perfectly at ease with Karl pinning her to the sofa while she was half naked. She rolled her eyes at him. Then Karl suddenly felt Amanda’s tongue, licking across the palm of his hand. Over and over, coating his hand with her saliva, making his skin slick …

Karl cursed under his breath, springing back from her. His head was throbbing, his dick aching — he was hard and ready. As soon as she had started licking him, all Karl could think about was pushing her down on the sofa, covering her body with his. Sliding between her soft thighs, hearing her moan as he entered her. Amanda’s scent filled him, and he couldn’t help but stare at her, entranced.

Amanda seemed perfectly at ease under the weight of Karl’s gaze. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, sliding her thighs over one another. Her hand idly played with the last few buttons that were fastened on her shirt. As she made eye with Karl, Amanda popped them open, one by one. She arched her back, her flannel shirt falling fully open. Revealing her bare breasts for the first time.

They were perfect. Pale orbs, topped with rosy pink nipples, erect in the cool air. Her breasts were peppered liberally with freckles, a trail that continued down her smooth stomach, past her belly button.

Karl’s voice was so rough it was almost a growl. He glanced up towards the bedroom where Jess was. It was the only thing keeping him in place.

“… put your clothes back on. Jessica could come downstairs any second.”

Amanda laughed softly. She trailed the back of her hand lightly down her sternum between her breasts. She smiled.

“The one upstairs? She won’t be interrupting us.”

A cold feeling swept through Karl.

“What are you talking about. What did you do?”

Amanda just smiled wider. She rocked back on the sofa for a second, and then propelled herself to her feet. Amanda walked around the living room, lifting her legs high with every step, pointing with her toes like a dancer. Her pale thighs flashed, captivating. Then Amanda suddenly pirouetted, coming to face Karl. She put her hands behind her back, lifting herself up on the tips of her toes like she was full of energy. She looked unably serious for a moment. Like there was nothing untoward about standing near-naked in his house at night.

“What did I do? Nothing at all, Karl. I just don’t want to be interrupted now that we finally have a chance to talk.”

Karl’s head was spinning; he didn’t know what to think.

“Amanda —”

Amanda interrupted Karl, rolling her eyes. She spoke in a sing-song voice.

“Amanda, Amanda, Amanda. You’re far slower than I would like. But beggars can’t be choosers. And I suppose you do have good taste.”

Amanda shrugged off her flannel shirt, letting it fall to the ground. Now clad in only her panties, she looked down at her body as if regarding it for the first time. She cupped her breasts, hefting them. Thumbing at her nipples. iring them.

“Yes. Very good taste indeed.”

Karl’s voice was strangled. His eyes were locked onto Amanda’s body, barely looking at her face.

“What are you —”

Amanda spun on the spot, laughing, coming to rest facing Karl again. She put her hands on her hips, leaning forwards playfully.

“I’ll do you a small favour, Karl, and take your words literally, not in the inane way you meant them. What am I? Why, I am your best friend, Karl! Your confidant. The one who will always have your back, the one that will give you all that you desire, so long as you give me what I want. Or at least I could be.”

Amanda’s eyes flashed again, and — for the first time — Karl felt a real surge of fear run through him. He suddenly had the urge to retreat, to put his back to the wall. He licked his lips.

“What — what is going on in this town?”

“This town? That is an uninspired question, Karl. The better question would be what was your uncle getting up to. And the answer to that was as much as he physically could.”

Amanda laughed again, seeming utterly unconcerned with the fear in Karl’s eyes.

“My Uncle? You knew my uncle too?”

Amanda moved swiftly, so swiftly that Karl barely ed it at first. She was suddenly right there before him, slamming her foot against the back of the sofa right next to Karl’s head. She leant forward, outstretched, distractingly lithe and flexible. Karl found himself looking down along Amanda’s long leg. He had the perfect view of the pale skin of her shapely calf and thigh, all the way down to her panty-covered crotch.

Amanda moved in closer, leaning on her knee. She lowered her voice as she put a hand caressingly on Karl’s cheek.

“It’s lucky that you’re cute, Karl. I won’t lie — that makes things so much easier for me. Arnold was a big man, but not in the best of shape. Past his prime.”

Karl licked his lips. He couldn’t help but glance to the side where Amanda’s bare foot was resting by his head.

“You. You’re not Amanda, are you?”

Her smile widened, her eyes flashed.

“No, Karl. No I am not.”

Amanda stood up, taking her foot off of the sofa just as quickly as she had slammed it there. She spun, walking away lithely … and then Alisha was looking over her shoulder at him.

The blonde woman flashed Karl a dazzlingly professional smile — completely at odds with the risqué set of lingerie she was wearing. Alisha turned, putting her hands on her hips — showing off the lacy corset that barely contained her breasts.

“Did you know that poor Alisha is still sleeping, even now? She’s barely stirred once since you were done with her. But then again, that’s not that surprising. Because she isn’t just tired. You took from her so very deeply.”

Karl was staring at Alisha, barely processing what was happening. She — this thing, whatever it was — had changed so swiftly that he hadn’t even noticed the transition! Between one breath and the next, Amanda had turned into Alisha.

Now properly afraid, Karl took a few moments to exactly what this strange creature had said.

“I … took? What do you mean I took from her, what did I do? I didn’t know I was doing anything! Is she hurt, is she okay? What can I —”

Alisha tsked irritably, folding her arms.

“Karl, Karl, Karl. This is a good thing! Don’t disappoint me now.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

Alisha strutted closer, exaggerating the sway of her hips — seeming delighted that Karl couldn’t help that his eyes were drawn to her. She smiled broadly at him.

“Why, that if you hadn’t done it we couldn’t be speaking like this! Quite frankly, I’m astonished it worked so well. You’ve done none of the rituals, none of the rites. You were nowhere near the place of power — but you drained her enough that I finally had enough energy to speak to you!”

Karl was getting stuck on that point.

“I … drained Alisha?”

The thing wearing Alisha’s form shivered in pleasure.

“That you did. Well, Alisha and that cute little thing you have sleeping upstairs. You’ve been taking from her all week — but only sipping. I was beginning to despair you would ever figure things out, but then this morning … oh, this morning you properly took charge of your legacy.”

Alisha flung herself onto the sofa next to Karl, and suddenly she was Jess. Stark naked. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and tilted her head at Karl. Smirking.

Karl moved away from her, feeling sick.

“Stop it! Stop — looking like them!”

Jessica tilted her head back the other way, tapping at her bottom lip like she was pondering it. Then she stuck out her tongue at Karl, an act incongruously juvenile.

“No way. You gave them to me. I have form again! I’m not giving that up.”

Karl just stared at her. Then he shouted again.

“What the fuck is going on??”

Jessica winced, putting her finger in her ear.

“You know, if we were in the real world you would have woken the one upstairs being that loud.”

Karl paused, swallowing his retort. He looked around at the very mundane looking living room. Karl couldn’t see anything that would suggest that this wasn’t reality.

“We — we aren’t actually here? Where are we?”

Jessica hedged, pouting as if in thought.

“Well … technically you’re still sleeping.”

A surge of relief swept through Karl. Was this similar to those strange dreams he had been having over the last few days? Like that dream where he had seen Giselle?

“So this isn’t real? I’m … dreaming?”

Jessica frowned at Karl. Suddenly she was Amanda again, nude except for her panties. She got to her knees, and then slid over onto Karl’s lap, wrapping her legs around him. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his face. Karl sat still, his hands by his side, unsure of what to do — dream or not. Amanda ran her fingers through his hair, her touch oddly tender. At the same time she was undulating her hips, grinding her crotch down hard onto the bulge in his pants.

“A dream? Karl, does this feel like a dream? It feels real, doesn’t it? This is my place. Our place. The bargain, the pact between us, makes it so.”

It was so hard to concentrate on anything other than Amanda in his lap. As he spoke, Karl’s lips were brushing up against the soft flesh of her breasts. They felt perfect.

“That’s not right — I didn’t make any bargain.”

Amanda hummed idly, shifting, rubbing her breasts from side to side across Karl’s face. She seemed to be trying to tempt him by rubbing one of her nipples over his lips.

“Mmm. No, you didn’t. But your uncle did. And that’s enough.”

Karl had a hand on Amanda’s hip now. Nominally it was to stop her from grinding against him, but it was getting harder and harder not to assist her motions. His voice came out in a rough croak.

“My uncle? Whatever it was that he did, that has nothing to do with me!”

Amanda shrugged. She put her hand over his — the one on her hip — and moved it around behind her so that it was resting on her ass.

“You’re related. You’re here, in this house that you have taken ownership of. This house that was consecrated to me. It’s enough. At least … to start with.”

Karl tightened his grip on Amanda’s ass, pressing his fingers hard into the soft and yielding flesh of her backside.

“… what kind of bullshit is that?”

Amanda purred at feeling him grip her ass. She took a tight handful of hair at the back of his head, tilting Karl’s face so that she could look down at him. She leant in, so close that soft puffs of air wafted over Karl’s face as she spoke.

“Language, young man. Now, tomorrow I’ll have you uncover my ritual site. I can give you directions — it can’t have been completely destroyed or I would have known.”

“Why — why would I do anything to help you?”

Karl managed to gasp out as he clung to her. He was losing himself in her eyes, and she was gyrating on him, her hips moving in a sensuous dance. Amanda just chuckled.

“Why? Because it’s the only way you’ll survive the week.”

“… what?”

The creature shivered, and for a second her weight seemed to increase, pressing down upon his chest. Pinning him in place so that he couldn’t move a muscle. Her eyes closed to slits, and her voice lowered. A rasping, husky sound that sent a bolt of electricity down Karl’s spine.

“You’ve felt it, haven’t you. The drain. The lethargy. The lessening. That’s the sensation of all that lovely energy, flowing from you to me. I can draw from you at will now. Ever since you used my gifts consciously. Ever since you used me to take those two women, claiming them as your own.

“But … I didn’t know what I was doing! I didn’t know … about you.”

She laughed.

“So?”

“But that’s not fair! It’s not right!”

She laughed louder, richly amused.

“Fair? What do I care about fair?”

Karl licked his lips. They felt dry, cracked. Amanda on his lap no longer felt pleasant. Instead, the sensation gave him nothing but dread.

“Why — why are you doing this? Why would you make me cheat on my girlfriend — why would you make me do any of it?!”

She blinked, nonplussed for the first time. She spoke slowly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Darling, you misunderstand. It’s not that I want you to cheat on your girlfriend — I couldn’t care less! She was a good source of power for a time, a tasty little morsel. But hardly enough for my needs by herself.”

Karl’s heart was pounding now.

“… what is it that you need?”

She leant in close. Nipped his ear playfully.

“We all have to eat, Karl. And unless you want me to eat you up until nothing is left, you will do what I say.”

Karl stared up at her. She looked identical to Amanda, but now he could spot a difference. There was something in the eyes, something cold and remote.

“What — who are you?”

Her form flickered for a second, becoming mutable. But then she returned to Amanda.

“Your uncle called me Nyx. A poor attempt at a nickname, but it amused me well enough. You may call me that as well, Karl.”

Nyx slid her arms around Karl’s neck, holding him close. She smiled at him, whispering softly.

“Don’t look at me like that, Karl. There’s nothing to be afraid of. We will do great things together — and I promise you that you will enjoy every second of it.”