The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

She felt a little bit better that morning. Maybe it was Van holding her all night. Maybe it was the toast they had for breakfast, that little bit of normality bringing her back. Or possibly it was the sex they had in the shower. It could have been anything really, but the important thing was that she was feeling like herself again.

So when Van suddenly hugged her from behind before saying in a nervous voice, “There’s something I need to tell you,” Ball Buster felt her stomach drop.

“What is it?”

“I didn’t want to tell you this last night cause I didn’t want to make it awkward, but I need to go.”

“Go?”

“I...I have a business trip. It’s supposed to be for 2 weeks but with everything going on right now, well, I don’t know when exactly I’m going to get back.”

Ball Buster turned around so she could look her directly in the eyes. “But you are coming back, right?”

“Of course I’m coming back and when I do I’m going to spend so much time with you that you’re going to get sick of me.”

She laughed when she heard that. “Somehow I don’t think that’s possible.” She leaned down afterwards and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry about me. You just go and do your job and I’ll get to work on mine. And when you get back...”

“When I get back we’re going to go on a date.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be something we do BEFORE we have sex?”

Van just shrugged. “Eh, I’ve never been that traditional.”

Ball Buster laughed again, before hugging her and giving her a kiss. She then left with a smile on her face that she definitely didn’t feel inside.

Inside her car she checked her mirrors to see that she was already beginning to cry. She didn’t know why. Van was only going away for a few weeks, it wasn’t like she wasn’t ever going to see her again.

But somehow it felt like something important, something she needed to remain herself had just fallen away.

“Oh good you’re finally here. I made breakfast.”

Ball Buster returned to HQ to find Penny Pan, wearing an old school dress and an apron, putting food onto a plate before handing it over to her. She looked down at the plate to see pancakes with two sunny-side up eggs and a piece of bacon, perfectly situated to form a smiling face. “What’s this?” she asked, confusion evident on her face.

“Breakfast silly,” Penny told her as though she thought Ball Buster was somehow telling a joke that she just didn’t get.

“Shouldn’t you be like, going through withdrawals right now or something.”

“Oh goodness me no. That was yesterday. Today I’m all good now.”

“That...shouldn’t be possible, even for people with our constitution.”

Penny just shrugged and went back into the kitchen to start doing the dishes. Ball Buster, not knowing what to do about this eventually just took her plate to the table where she sat down. Also sitting there was Fire and Ice, who had identical plates of their own, untouched as they both just stared into the kitchen at Penny. “I take it this isn’t normal,” she said to Fire.

“Listen. As much it pains me to it this, that woman is my mother and I’ve known her my entire life. So yes, I can assure you, this isn’t anything close to normal.”

“Any idea what’s going on?”

“I have a theory,” said Ice. “But I need you to confirm something for me. Did you have a dream involving James last night?”

Ball Buster paused as a dark premonition came over her. “Yes,” she finally answered in almost whisper.

“So did the rest of us,” Fire confirmed.

Ice then cut in. “I think what’s going on is tied to something Metis said in her new conference. When she said that we’d all become perfect slaves for our master.”

“Wait, so we’re all going to turn into stepford wives like her!?” Ball Buster interjected.

“I don’t think so. I think what’s going on is that we’re turning into the type of person James WANTS us to be.”

Oh that little FUCKER!!!! She knew he was a piece of shit, right from the start. Oh, he’s probably laughing his ass off right now from wherever it is Fire stashed him away.

Before she could go any further on her internal rant, Fire interrupted. “I’m not so sure. If this is the case, why is mom the only one acting differently?”

“Because I didn’t fight it,” Penny replied entering the room. “All my James has ever wanted from me was just to be a good mother, and I’ve always wanted that as well. I was just too messed up in the head to ever actually be one. You all however have your own wants and needs and those desires don’t necessarily match up to whatever James wants for you. So naturally you’ll fight against it and possibly even succeed.”

“Possibly? I thought you’d tell us to give up and submit to the brainwashing.”

“Why should I say that? A good mother s her children and accepts them for who they are.”

“You’re not my mother,” Ball Buster shot back.

“I could be, if you’ll let me.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t think you have one right now.”

She was right of course. When she was 15 her parents found out she was a lesbian and proceeded to kick her out of the house. She’d been forced to fend for herself ever since. “Just looking at you I can tell I was right.”

“So fucking what. I get by just fine on my own. I don’t need anyone else.”

Penny gave her a look that was full of sadness and understanding. “Everyone needs someone and you deserve better than what you got. You deserve someone who will love you and accept you regardless of who you love or how you choose to live your life.” She then reached over and hugged her tightly. “You are absolutely wonderful and never let anyone tell you different.”

Fire and Ice just looked on in stunned silence as tears began to fall down Ball Buster’s face as a decade of pain began to seep out of her.

“Feeling better?” James asked her.

Ball Buster tried to jump backwards, only to trip over the chair and ending up down on her knees in front of James. She was also shocked to see that she was somehow naked again. “Good, you’re learning your proper place.”

“I’m dreaming again. None of this is real,” she proclaimed loudly, trying to convince herself.

“You keep talking. That’s not what your mouth is for.”

Suddenly James was now naked as well, leaving his erect penis pointing up directly at her.

She’d seen it once, about a year ago. They’d been celebrating getting their own headquarters when Ice, quite a bit drunk at the time, thought it would be hilarious to pants James in front of everyone. Ball Buster had been apoplectic. James had been embarrassed and Ice couldn’t stop laughing at the whole thing. But it was one thing to see it for a brief moment before James had hastily covered it up, it was another thing to see it in its full glory, mere inches away from her face.

She should be disgusted. She should hate everything about it. The smell alone should be enough to make her retch. Instead she found it beautiful. Just being in its presence was making parts of her lower body heat up in ways no man had ever made her feel before. “Time to teach you what your mouth is really for,” James cruelly said as he grabbed her head and rammed his penis directly into her mouth.

Ball Buster should have tried to bite down on his penis. Instead she held her mouth wide open. Her tongue instinctively began wrapping around as she gagged, unable to breath with this monster ramming down her throat. Horrifically with each thrust she could feel herself getting wetter as a growing pleasure began to override the pain.

“GLUK GLUK GLUK.”

She tried to tell him, to beg him, to stop, but with her mouth full everything she said came out as nothing but gibberish. “That’s it. That’s all you’re really good for, taking cock.”

She wanted to deny it, to resist, but that damn leash was stopping her, forcing her to submit. At least, that’s what she told herself. But somewhere deep inside, a tiny voice was slowly getting louder, telling her that she wanted this, that she’d been hoping for this all along.

Not that it mattered to James as he continued to face fuck her relentlessly. Suddenly she felt his cock throb as he thrust in one final time and came buckets down her throat. SHe choked on his semen, disgusted and delighted in equal measure. As he tongue began to taste the strangely sweet taste of his semen she came and came hard.

She woke with something stuffed down her throat.

Instinctively she grabbed the item and pulled it out of her throat, violently throwing it to the ground as she began coughing uncontrollably. After about a minute, she finally got control of herself and turned on the room’s light in order to see what she’d been choking on.

When she looked on the floor she saw a cucumber.

She was sure that hadn’t been in her room when she’d gone to sleep. That meant that either she had gotten up, sleepwalked her way to the kitchen, gone back to bed and then began fellating the cucumber in her sleep, or that she’d gotten it and brought it into her room beforehand and had completely forgotten that she’d done so.

Either possibility was....not good.

Whatever the answer was, she couldn’t see herself going back to sleep at the moment, so she reluctantly got up and went to the kitchen. What greeted her there was Penny, already up and getting to work on breakfast for everyone. Penny took one look at her before saying, “Now I know we’re all women here, but I still believe you should cover up at least the essentials, even when you’re at home.”

Ball Buster looked down and was mortified to discover that she’d walked out completely naked. A quick retreat to throw some pajamas on and she returned to the kitchen. “Rough night?” Penny asked her.

“You could say that.”

Penny looked at her with understanding. “Let me guess, You dreamed that James was ordering you to do things, things you may not have wanted to do but you had to do them anyway, because he ordered it.”

“Yeah, kinda,” She confirmed, unwilling to it what had ACTUALLY happened.

“It makes sense. Considering my James was going to be your co-ordinator, the thing he would most want from you would be if you just listened to him instead of running off to do your own thing.”

“I don’t suppose you know how to make him STOP ordering me around.”

“I might have an idea on that,” came a voice from the side.

The two of them turned to see Fire entering the room, still dressed in her work outfit, a sleek skintight getup that looked like a dragon made of fire curling around her body. Her baggy eyes revealed that she had clearly not slept at all that night. “Oh dear, are you okay,” Penny asked her, motherly concern overriding everything else.

“I’l be fine. I just came back from meeting all the other major teams that haven’t been taken over by some rando on the street.”

“So when are we mobilizing?” Ball Buster asked, clearly hopeful that a quick resolution to the goddess problem would supplant any current issues. However, Fire’s next words threw ice water on that hope. “Not anytime soon. We don’t yet know the location of all the goddesses and we don’t want to move until we can hit all of them at once.”

“Why not rescue the ones we can right now?”

“Because we aren’t going to get more than one shot at this. Right now they’re likely waiting for us, but if we wait a little bit, they’re going to think they’ve won. That’s going to make them cocky, complacent. That’ll give us the best shot at succeeding. But if we move without knowing where all of the goddesses are, even if we succeed, then whoever did this will know. They’ll realize how close we are to stopping them and they’ll go to ground. If they do that, we may never find the remaining goddesses, which means we’ll be stuck like this forever.”

Ball Buster groaned in frustration as she pounded the countertop, leaving a noticeable dent on the surface. What Fire said was right, but that didn’t change just how badly she wanted to DO something. Anything really, so long as she didn’t have to think about what was going on in her own head.

“Still, at least we have some ideas on what to do about...our mental problem.”

“You mean the fact we’re all slowly turning into happy little slaves?” Ball Buster retorted.

Fire simply ignored her little outburst and continued. “Obviously we’re not the only ones experiencing this. From what we’ve been able to determine, this sort of corruption seems to only move forward when we’re asleep. It’s like it’s targeting us when we’re mentally at our weakest.”

“So?”

“So, if that’s the case, then we can slow it down by avoiding sleep as much as possible.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Penny interjected.

Ball Buster looked at her skeptically. Of course she’d object. She’d already succumbed and become a happy little homemaker. Knowing how perverted James clearly was, she was probably masturbating herself to sleep every night to a picture of her own son.

“Whatever, it’s not like I was getting much sleep these days anyway,” she said as she walked out towards the workout room. Maybe hitting a few bags would help get this frustration out. She could pretend it was James with his stupid, smug, condescending, absolutely adorable face.

What followed over the next three days was pure hell. It wasn’t just that she was avoiding sleep, it was that the chaos of the goddesses’ new law finally began to show itself.

ittedly it started slow. Most teams had handlers, so it made sense that they’d quickly moved in to take control of the heroines under their watch. But there was also a number of vigilante heroines out there, not to mention the fact this came with no warning at all, meaning a few teams were out on the field and ended up being accidentally leashed by random citizens or thugs that they’d been fighting. And that didn’t even for the various villainesses that were out there doing goddesses knows what.

The result was a large number of powered women being controlled by utter scumbags who not only took advantage of the women they could command but were actively hunting to kill other controllers so they could leash more women to themselves.

The worst part was when Ghostly managed to infiltrate the home of the Zodiac, killing their controller. Twelve heroines suddenly found themselves completely under command of a local gang that took advantage of it to defile all of them. A strike force of over 30 different heroines had to be called in to save them, but it didn’t matter. They were too traumatized for anyone to expect them to be able to help out with anything for the foreseeable future.

Meanwhile Ball Buster had been trying to put out fire after fire, without any sleep at all. She was tired and worn down right to the nub. At this point she couldn’t even muster a sarcastic reply when someone asked if she was okay. She’d just grunt nonverbally and move on.

Oddly enough Penny had been her rock through all of this. She’d made it clear she didn’t approve of what Ball Buster was doing, but since she’d decided to do it, Penny was going to help her however she could. Every time she’d get back from a mission, Penny was there with a cup of coffee for her. She’d stay up late talking to her to keep her mind moving. She’d even agreed to stay up with her for a horror movie marathon, despite clearly being terrified out of her mind. If she was honest about it, at the moment Ball Buster kind of wished she actually was her mother, which was kind of fucked up in a way. The brainwashed little stepford wife was more loving and accepting of her then her actual mother, wherever she was.

Not that it mattered in the end, because eventually, it all caught up to her.

“You’re not coming,” Captain Disarmor told her over the line.

“What!” she yelled, incensed.

“Look at you,” She responded. “You can barely stand. Right now you’re no good to any of us. You’re just a casualty waiting to happen.”

“Fuck you, I’m just fine!” she yelled out as she stood up. Unfortunately the sudden movement was too much for her. The world began to spin and she found herself falling down.

Soft hands grabbed her before her head could hit the floor. She looked up to see Penny as she picked her up into a princess carry. “I’ll get her to bed,” She told everyone before turning around to take Ball Buster out of there.

“Don’t wanna sleep,” Ball Buster protested weakly as she found she no longer had the strength to fight back. “I know,” Penny told her. “But you can’t stay awake forever.”

Penny proceeded to gently take her to her room, talking softly, comforting her all the way. Ball Buster knew she should be angry right now, furious that she was being forced to sleep when she was needed out there, but Penny’s gentle tone somehow soothed her, and she found herself beginning to nod off. By the time Penny had gotten her onto her bed and begun taking her clothes off, Ball Buster was already fast asleep...

She woke lying naked on the floor. She looked up and there was James, sitting naked on a throne, his erect cock staring right back at her. Deep in the back of her mind a tiny voice was told her that she’d royally fucked up. Instead of delaying her corruption, what keeping herself awake for this long had actually done had weakened her will, leaving her fully open to the brainwashing going on.

Not that she heard that voice. All she noticed was the utterly captivating cock that was in front of her.

She crawled on all fours towards it. As she reached it, she began to slowly smell it as she nestled up to it, almost reverently. “Tell me honestly, do you want it?” James asked her.

“Yes,” She told him, realizing at that exact moment that yes, she did want it. She wanted to suck cock. More than that, she wanted that cock inside of her.

“Good girl,” James told her as he patted her on the head. Ball Buster melted into that touch as her hands moved to touch the cock in front of her. She slowly began to stroke its length as she gazed at it longingly. After a few moments she opened her mouth and began to slowly swallow his cock.

It was hard. She couldn’t fit it all in her mouth. But she was determined. Even through the tears and the lack of oxygen, she refused to give up, drawing more and more of his cock down her throat until finally, her nose touched his pubic hairs.

She then began to bob her head up and down. As the cock became lubricated with her saliva, she began to feel more and more pleasure. It was like her mouth had become a pussy and her tongue was like a clit. She swirled her tongue around his cock, desperate to feel better and better. While one hand fondled his balls her other hand reached down to finger herself. She reached new heights of pleasure almost immediately, but every time she was about to climax, she deliberately stopped herself. After all, her pleasure meant nothing if James didn’t cum first.

Finally though she felt it. James cock twitched as he came down her throat. Ball Buster flicked her clit one final time and came with Master’s cock still in her throat.

After the orgasm, she opened her mouth wide to show Master his semen in her mouth before swallowing it all before him. Master blessed her then with his radiant smile. “Tell me what you want,” he said.

“NO!!!”

Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her head and turned her around. She looked up in shock to see Van there, standing in front of her. “Don’t do this Patsy. You need to fight this.”

“Patsy? How did you...?”

“Know your name?” Van interrupted her. “This is a dream, ? I’m not real. None of this is real. James isn’t real. That’s why you need to fight this. If you don’t fight this, then you won’t be there for me to come back to.” Van got down on her knees then to face Patsy evenly. “I’m coming back for you Patsy. Please, please don’t give up on us,” she told her, holding her head in both her hands before bringing her in for a kiss.

Oh goddesses that kiss. It was just as wonderful as she ed, but this one was filled with something else, a promise. She’d almost forgotten what she was, but now she ed. Ball Buster stood up then, turning around to face James. She towered over him, looking down at him. “You told me to tell you what I want. Allright, I’ll do just that.”

“What I want is for you to drive your cock into my bitch cunt and fuck the dyke right out of me,” she told him as she reached down and spread her pussy lips before him.

“Patsy, no,” Van pleaded, tears streaming down her eyes.

Patsy, no, Patsy was too normal a name for a slaveslut like her. She needed something more appropriate. Something like Bambi. Yes, Bambi would be perfect. Bambi turned to face Van as she sat down onto Master’s lap, her legs spread out, leaving Master’s cock visible as its length caressed her pussy lips. “It’s okay Van,” She told her. “Look. This is Master’s cock. It’s going to go inside of my pussy and make me a real woman, not this fake lesbian I’ve been telling myself I was.” She then lifted herself up a little bit, just enough to position Master’s cock at her entrance, before slowly guiding it into her cunt. Once she had it ready, she slammed her hips down, taking all of his cock into her in one fast motion.

The moment his cock touched her cervix she came screaming. “Oh goddesses, yes, do it. Fuck me raw Master!” Master for his part, began thrusting into her as he reached around her to grab her tits in his manly hands. “YES! SQUEEZE MY TITS!!! TWIST MY NIPPLES AND MAKE ME YOUR CUMSLUT MASTER!!!”

“And who do these tits belong to?” Master asked as he pinched her nipples.

“YOU MASTER. MY TITS, MY MOUTH, MY PUSSY, MY ASS!!! ALL OF IT BELONGS TO YOU!!!”

Bambi could feel it. With every thrust she was becoming less like the old dyke bitch she used to be and more of the straight good girl she was always supposed to be. As she bounced up and down on Master’s cock, she looked up and saw Van staring at her in numb disbelief. Seeing her like that filled her with sadness, but she knew why. “Don’t worry Van. As soon as Master finishes fucking me straight I’m sure he’ll do the same to you. Then we can be sister slaves and serve Master together.”

As she said this, Master made one final thrust, burying his cock deep into her pussy as he came directly into her womb. The feeling of being complete, of being properly bred, filled her with an ecstasy she’d never known before. The joy of it caused her to cum one final time.

Bambi woke feeling better and more well rested than she had in weeks. It had truly been a wonderful dream. But sadly she did eventually need to wake up from that dream. After all, Master needed her.

As she got up, she looked down at herself. Mom had stripped her down to her underwear before putting her under the covers. Oh Master, her underwear. It was pathetic. Just boxers and a sports bra. She quickly ripped them off of her, heedless of the fact that she’d ruined them completely. It wasn’t like she was going to wear them ever again anyway.

She rushed over to her closet, checking over everything, anger filling her more and more as she threw outfit after outfit out. Didn’t she have anything appropriately sexy to show off her body to Master with?

“What’s happened here?”

Bambi turned around to see Jane walking into her room. “Jane!” she shouted, excitedly. “Do you have any lingerie or sexy outfits you could loan me?” she asked as she rushed towards her, grabbing her hands in hers. “I...don’t think anything I have would fit you.” Jane responded, seemingly confused by her new, more proper mindset.

“Fuck, you’re right. I’ll need to go on a shopping trip. We’ll need some new outfits, a collar, some hairdye...”

“Don’t you already have hairdye?”

“Not the right color. Master deserves a blonde and I’m not going to make him wait for me to grow my hair out so he can get one.”

“And Master is...?”

“Your brother of course. I need to get myself ready so I can present myself to him.”

Jane backed away slightly before responding. “Ummm...I think I should tell you. Mom left to go get him.”

As she said that Bambi suddenly heard mom yelling from the entrance. “I’m back!”

Oh no! Master was here and she wasn’t ready. She didn’t even have the slightest thing that was acceptable to be seen in. Well if she didn’t have anything sexy to wear, then she couldn’t wear anything at all. She quickly pushed Jane to the side as she ran out the room to greet Master.

Master was still at the entrance. Bambi quickly ran over and got down on her knees in front of him before bowing her head. “I apologize for not being able to greet you properly. Please punish this worthless slaveslut as you desire Master.” Master was silent for a long time after this. Bambi, unsure of what to do, risked looking up at Master’s face. His look was one of complete shock. Not that this surprised Bambi. After all, she’d always been a complete bitch to him before. But that was the old her.

Bambi was a good girl now.