The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Another 12 months of hibernation was nearly over for the Man and the Hound. The two sex demons were preparing to once again take physical form for one night only, to walk the Earth on All Hallows Eve, and damn fresh souls to an eternity of sexual slavery in their special part of Hell.

They’d agreed a few things between themselves for this Halloween.

Firstly, they were going to keep thing low key this year. After last year’s police station massacre, and the high-profile fast-food drive thru slaughter the year before, too many questions were being asked for comfort. In the humans’ ‘information age’ long gone were the happy days centuries ago, when you could just move to the next village or town and start afresh.

Secondly, as part of keeping it low key, they were definitely not repeating last years’ competition. That egging each other on to see who could win had caused all the problems with the massacre at the police station after all.

Thirdly however, after many hundreds of years of satisfying their carnal needs for the next 12 months with a fresh Halloween harvest of souls, they had both shared a bit of an epiphany. Their fresh thinking had occurred because of the fallout from drive thru slaughter two years earlier.

A few of the first responders to that unfathomable, gruesome scene were so tortured by their recurring nightmares of it, that their minds broke. So twisted were they by the sexual depravity, that they eventually started inflicting horrors of their own on others. And the thing about humans, is they are so delightfully creative in their cruelty and horror. The atrocities that rippled out from that drive thru slaughter over the next two years were delicious sweet treats, like cherries on a cake, for the two demons to enjoy in their Hell bound hibernation.

Which had given them pause to think. Why harvest every soul immediately on All Hallows Eve? Why not leave some broken minions behind, to reap the ongoing benefits of the humans’ endless ingenuity for depravity, before their inevitable arrival eventually in Hell? Like little presents to be unwrapped over the years.

So thirdly, they had agreed they would try modifying their deadly demonic cum, allowing them to choose a few to survive the Harvesting and carry on serving them for a while longer on earth.

Although they had agreed not to repeat last years’ competition, with its labyrinthine like scoring system based on the value of souls, the Man was still very much smarting from losing to the Hound.

He resented the commonly held view, ever since they had spilt into two separate entities a few centuries back, that the Hound had taken all the creative talent, leaving him the slow plodding one.

Well, agreement be damned. He was going to keep score again this year. And what’s more, he was going to win, and show them all he could be the talented one. It was sneaky of course, breaking their agreement, but he was a Demon after all, why would anyone expect him to keep his word?

The Hound set off early. He had an appointment with a small, low key evangelical choir in a musty church hall, as darkness fell.

The Christian group disapproved of all things Halloween and were putting on an alternative evening of wholesome singing for the younger men and women of their congregation.

Naturally everyone was delighted when the cute doggy appeared in the hall, giving it strokes and starring deeply into those almost red eyes. They assumed one of the ungodly, alcohol and sugar crazed ghosts or ghouls outside would shortly pop their head into the hall to retrieve their lost dog.

As they began to sing again, no-one really gave it a second thought when Mary, one the church elders, stopped patting the dog and followed it into the side office, presumably use the phone to track down the Hound’s owner.

They all remained unconcerned when Mary reappeared at the office door, first to call in another church elder, then another, and finally a third. She had been licking something glossy from her lips, and a keen observer might have said her eyes had taken on a red tinge. But they had all stroked the doggy and starred into that piercing gaze, so that now, a sort of anaesthetised mindless stupor pervaded the unworried room.

Even when the four elders came back into the hall, and locked the doors, their eyes glowing red, followed by the huge, frightening looking, Hell Hound with eyes like hot coals, they simply allowed themselves to be herded together like uncomplaining lambs to the slaughter.

Without complaint or resistance, one after another, they were taken from the pack, and held down by two of the elders, as the Hound mounted them to painfully fucked them in the ass with its massive evil looking red dog cock. Each cried out for mercy as the Hell Hound filled their rectum with a flood of its deadly acidic cum, and they writhed around on the floor in agony as it ate away at their flesh, devouring them from the inside out. But even death bought no end to their torment, as the harvested souls sank down into the Hound’s special part of Hell, to continue playing out their sexual perversions for eternity.

Not every damned soul in the hall would be harvested tonight though. The Hound had used his modified sperm on the four church elders. Spared from the massacre, the Sex Demon was already looking forward to what surprising, cruel and inventive ways his four new disciples would find to spread the word of their newly found gospel of bestiality.

For once, the Man hadn’t been any less meticulous in the research of his All Hallows Eve victims. Albeit research for a scenario that broke their ‘low key’ agreement, and would see him the winner on their ‘banned’ infernal scoreboard.

They had also, more or less, agreed to give police stations a wide berth. After last year’s massacre of an entire Precinct Station House made headlines worldwide, the heat was on among the well-armed nervous cops this Halloween. Naturally, that only made any police station stand out like a shinning beacon to the Man, drawing him like a moth to the flame. And as luck would have it, despite the heightened security, there was a possible candidate.

When the news of the massacre had broken, the Police Chief of the region they were now located, had proudly claimed that such a thing could never have happened in his area, thanks to his innovative community policing approach on Halloween. It was that human hubris the Sex Demon was going to take pleasure in exploiting.

The proud Police Chief’s community policing approach saw small teams of officers decant for the night from their usual Station Houses to hyper local community spaces and halls, turned into temporary police stations for Halloween. His officers could hold drunks and misdemeanours in the neighbourhood to sobber up before releasing them back to their nearby homes, thereby saving on transport and paperwork.

The Man had found the perfect candidate. A small hall, with a team of four officers, located in a respectable middle-class suburb, where the most they had to deal with on All Hallows Eve was sugar crazed kids and their drunk parents.

What the Man hadn’t counted on was just how hard it proved to actually get himself ‘arrested’.

He was dressed flamboyantly as a classic 70s pimp. But so were at least four other dads along the street, all of whom were more drunk than he was acting. In the end, he had to resort to breaking bottles on the sidewalk to get carted off to the community hall’s temporary drunk tank.

By then it was already late, and the only people with him in the tank were two drunk mums, sleeping it off. Both were dressed as Barbie Sluts, one with a big blonde wig, the other a brunette. To the custody sergeant in the next room, keeping a watchful eye on the cell via a camera and monitor, the three of them did indeed look just like a scene from a 70s sexploitation movie.

One of the women stirred just after the Man’s arrival, and found herself starring into the red, almost glowing, eyes of the pimp sitting opposite. It was kind of creepy the way he was starring and smiling at her like that. Then she noticed the very prominent tenting in his pants. It made sense she supposed. She and her friend were two sexy sluts after all. It was only natural her pimp would be so much better endowed than her husband. A big fat superior cock to satisfy and dominate her, she thought licking her lips.

She nudged her friend awake, indicating over to their pimp, and she too was soon starring into those bottomless red eyes, starting to drool slightly. They looked at each other, laughing like two wonton whores, before sinking to their knees to crawl over to their Master.

The screen on the monitor next door flickered momentarily, unnoticed, as it switched to a loop of the three people in custody sitting quietly opposite each other. Which was a shame, as the custody sergeant would have seen quite the entertaining 70s porno play out.

The Pimp stood and unzipped as the two crawling whores reached him and began licking and sucking his huge erection. He sat back down again as the first slut moved to straddle and mount him, riding his fat cock with enthusiastic gusto, while the other slut liked at his balls, as if desperate to encourage as much sperm as possible to reach ejaculation.

Once the Man had filled his first whore to overflowing with a huge sticky load, the second slut thought she would have to settle for just the sloppy seconds of cleaning the cum off his member. But to her delight, after just a couple of sucks, their Master was already back to fully hard strength, ready to impale his second whore, as she climbed aboard for the ride of her life.

Both well fucked women walked back to sit on their bench like a pair of marionettes, and next door, the custody sergeant’s monitor returned to normal.

In the holding cell however, it was all too obvious that something was not right. Strange, loud gurgling noises were coming from both women’s stomachs. It was like two bad cases of indigestion, even as they sat preternaturally still, just the occasional unnatural looking jerk or body spasm breaking the eerie stillness.

This wasn’t the agonising death throes of lethal Demonic cum, but the painful transformation and possession by the Master’s modified hellish sperm. Each mesmerised woman felt like a fully conscious prisoner trapped inside their own immobile body. Like a panicking diver, unable to move, as the rising water creeps up inside their damaged suit, ever closer to mouth and then nose. Body transforming, mind breaking, as they drown in the evil taking possession of them.

Each woman’s eyes briefly turned totally black, before returning to slightly reddish of normal. The only outward sign that the mostly silent, internal struggle was over. The brunette smiling wickedly as she ran her tongue over newly sharpened teeth.

Officer Jody Maldonado yawned. There were only a few hours left of another uneventful Halloween night in their little temporary Police Station. Not that she was complaining. This was a nice neighbourhood. They could have had it a lot worse.

Her two fellow Officers tonight, Rudy Sheridan and Freddie Clayton, had just returned from what was likely to be their last foot patrol of the neighbourhood tonight. The streets were pretty quiet and empty now.

She knew old Bob, their custody sergeant tonight, would want to get packed up sharpish come first light. So Jody decided to make a head start on the release paperwork for the Man still in the tank, before Rudy and Freddie would want to use their two little makeshift interview rooms to release the two remaining drunk women. Assuming they had sobered up by now.

Jody ed bringing the Man in. He was the drunk one who had decided breaking bottles was sudden a great idea. “Just a few details and we can get you back to your family” she said, collecting him from the tank, ignoring the cackling laughter that erupted from the women, like two old crones.

Perhaps they haven’t sobered up at all yet then, she thought. Little did the Officer suspect that their merriment was just excitement at the prospect of shortly having a third sister to complete their unholy trinity.

In one of the little interview rooms, Jody looked up from her paperwork straight into those deep glowing red eyes. Less than a minute later she was on her knees, taking his statement with her mouth, direct from his fat phallus, before just as quickly deciding, that at the end of a long night, she deserved to have some fun herself, as the Man fucked her wet needy pussy over the interview room table.

The Sex Demon left Jody curled up in the foetal position on the floor, gurgling stomach noises announcing her transformation into his latest loyal minion, as he left the little temporary Police Station.

But the Man was in no hurry to get back to the Hound. Not Yet. Not until the final part of his fiendish plan had played out, and he had triumphed over his other half.

It was the last hour before dawn. Officers Sheridan and Clayton had each taken one of the two women to the interview rooms to sign off their release sheets.

Meanwhile, with the holding tank now empty, Jody was with Bob the custody sergeant, to help him start to pack up.

Separately, but simultaneously, each man was starting to notice the odd nature of their female companion. The occasional alien movement that jarred somehow, a strange otherworldly sheen to the skin, an arousing musky scent, and an almost hungry look of wonton sexual desire, like a hunter closing on its prey.

Each man found their bodies responding with impossibly hard erections, an unbidden feeling of primal lust and desire, that clouded all other rational thoughts. Here was a hungry nymphomaniac who would take what she needed from the man before her. A hunger only his big fat cock could satisfy.

If this was a Hollywood horror movie, the screen would have spilt into thirds, each section showing one of the three synchronised men, all now crazed with mindless primal animal lust, as they started fucking the nymphomaniac slut on the table before them, legs wide open in welcome.

And what a welcome. It felt like entering paradise. Their cocks sliding into a warm velvety womb, little muscular ripples running extatically up the shafts, urging them ever deeper. It was like no other fuck they had ever experienced before, furiously rutting like wild animals. Each helpless man wanting to pump every drop of blood they had into their engorged cocks, needing to bury themselves balls deep with every desperate thrust.

At exactly the same moment, each man roared a primal scream, thrusting in with everything they’d got, as they reached orgasm. Simultaneously, eyes suddenly going wide in shock, cries of pleasure turning into screams of agony, as each Harpy’s razor-sharp cunt teeth severed and ingested their prize.

In slow motion, each man fell away backwards, a fountain of dark arterial blood arcing across the ceiling from their severed groins, dead before they hit the floor. Cackling insanely, each Harpy’s rippling pussy muscles were moving the still twitching cocks ever deeper inside them, to feed their insatiable hunger. At least for now.

The Man watched from nearby as his three recently fed Harpies fled the Police Station into the last of the night. He was excited by the prospect of discovering just what havoc they could cause with their hunger for fresh cock, and just how long they might survive.

But that pleasure was for the future. As the first early signs of dawn appeared, the Sex Demon turned to head back to the Hound. As he did so, he manifested in the sky above their heads, for their eyes only, as giant flaming scoreboard, revealing his deception, and showing his victory.

The Man smiled. He fancied he could hear the furious howls of the Hound even from here.