The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A Secret Location near Langley, Virginia

(1974)

“I understand your mom worked in French intelligence?” Gina asked, “But you were born here…?”

“Yes…,” Rose said “That’s right…”

“Oh, I noticed you’ve got two little scars?” Tobias said.

“Oh, yes… a small accident,” Rose lied, “From a recent trip to Paris.”

“Your record doesn’t show you were overseas?” Gina said quickly looking through the file.

Tobias Smith, and Gina English were interviewing CIA operatives for a field assignment—destination Moscow.

“The question only asked if I had worked overseas,” Rose said “I was visiting my mother…,”

“I see…,” Tobias said.

Tobias liked Rose, and he could tell that Gina was less enthusiastic about this candidate.

There were three positions, all in various areas in Moscow. Already two had been filled…Maybelle Birmingham, and Sandra Locke were already past this stage of the process.

The three were to be sent to Moscow to do various jobs, but to secretly be on assignment for the CIA. They had to be single women… and women prepared to use their sex to further their mission… even if it meant with other women. Maybelle had never had lesbian sex, but had ‘auditioned’ with Gina to show that she could. Sandra had already been identified as a lesbian, so she had to ‘audition’ with Tobias… including not just sucking his cock, but swallowing his load. Rose expected something similar with one or even both of them.

Rose had no problem with this… It was why she was there…. Serving Camilla in secret.

Her mom had suddenly left America, returning to the continent… and then Rose received a cryptic call about her mom being in danger.

Rose had arrived in Paris and made her way quickly to the address her mom had been given.

Rose was surprised by the tall pale woman who let her in the door.

“I’m Camilla,” she smiled.

“I’m Rose… here to find my mom Anais…, and…”

“She’s right in here…,” Camilla said stepping back ever so slightly so that as Rose entered she had to brush against Camilla.

“This way…,” Camilla smiled… She inhaled the scent of Rose and was exhilarated… a woman conceived of such sin could be capable of so much evil.

Wei-Zhang, Đặng Thị Ngọc Lam, Helga Schmidt, and Anais were there… all naked.

“Mom?” Rose gasped when she saw her mom there… shaving her pussy right there in the middle of the room…

“Your mom has returned to serve me…,” Camilla smiled.

Rose turned to see Camilla slip out of her own dress, and now she too was naked.

“What’s going on here?” Rose gasped.

“I am going to make you a goddess…,” Camilla smiled as she drew closer.

“Hey!” Rose reeled back as Camilla tried to touch her.

“Mom?” Rose cried…

“Just accept our Mistress,” Anais sighed as she put the razor away, “Accept that you will be her sex-slave…,”

“What’s got…?” Rose began when Camilla grabbed her.

“Hey, let go…,”

“You smell so delicious…,” Camilla drooled.

“I said…,” Rose began when Camilla spun her around and her head snapped down…

“Ow!” Rose jumped as she was bit

A voice in her head said “Still,” and suddenly Rose went limp.

Camilla sucked deep. Rose was a virgin, and the product of incest and her blood therefore was exquisite. Camilla could have drained her… right in front of Anais… who would not have cared that her own daughter would be consumed right in front of her.

Anais instead busied herself removing her daughter’s pants and panties as Helga tossed Rose’s shoes away.

“Ahhhh,” Camilla gasped releasing Rose. Rose fell to the ground in a heap.

Camilla quickly squatted over Rose, pushing her pussy to Rose’s mouth. “Drink!” Camilla urged.

Rose felt a wetness against her mouth… her tongue instinctively licking over her lips.

Her eyes widened as she tasted Camilla’s nectar.

She began to suck. As she did so Anais began lapping at her daughter’s hairy pussy.

Rose cried out as she came… And in an instant she ceased to be human.

She was transformed…

Dhampir!

Camilla drew back away from Rose. Rose felt her mouth… the canines pushing out…

“I…?” she began

“You’re hungry?”

Rose nodded enthusiastically

“Anais?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“You are to sacrifice yourself now… to your daughter…”

“Yes, Mistress…,” Anais smiled obediently. She only wanted to please Camilla.

Rose’s stomach rumbled. It was so loud it sounded like thunder. “I… I’m so hungry…,” Rose trembled.

“I know…I know… my sweet daughter” Camilla smiled. She made her index finger’s nail extend and she pricked Anais’ skin just above a nipple.

Anais bucked as she was injured by the prick.

Rose’s eyes dilated as she saw the blood well up.

“Drink…,” Anais urged… She knew she would not survive but she could only do as Camilla wished.

Rose pushed forward. Rose’s mouth pressed hard against her mom. Her fangs cutting into breast flesh opening the wound more. Anais gasped as she was bitten.

Rose sucked. She grunted as she sucked… it was beyond her control… a hunger deeper than any she had ever known…

Anais sighed, holding her daughter in a final embrace.

A dhampir is a human-vampire hybrid. Not quite as powerful as a vampire… and certainly not immortal. This is what Rose had become. Rose had the retractable fangs to feed, and an ability to mesmerise her prey. She could not fly. She was vastly stronger, smarter, faster than any human. And she was absolutely devoted to Camilla.

Camilla delighted in her creation. She was in effect now Rose’s mother… as Rose now had Camilla’s blood inside her, replacing with aggression her human DNA. And Camilla now didn’t just share DNA with her daughter… but they now had a psychic connection too…

Camilla had only ever been able to create a few Dhampir over the centuries. It took that perfect combination of sin and sinlessness. In Rose’s case she as a virgin was the product of incest between Anais, and Anais’ father.

Camilla had tried more than a century ago… Philip and his sister Karen… Camilla had enslaved Karen who then drugged her brother and mounted him. But the child was a male…. useless to Camilla and her purpose. Another time even earlier another slave… Anna fucked her adult son Romero. They had the daughter Camilla needed to turn, but that girl Lisa was raped by another man, Claudio on her nineteenth birthday. Camilla tore Claudio into pieces. She enslaved Lisa anyway, but Lisa was never the Dhampir, only a human sex-slave.

In Moscow again, Camilla inhaled the scent of virgin pussy. She sighed.

Milica, Sofija, Vera, and Nada were all visiting from Yugoslavia. They were there as part of a cultural exchange, all were of what was once called the Smolny Institute of Noble Maidens of Saint Petersburg (the institute had moved to Serbia after the Soviets had closed it in 1919 so it was somewhat fitting students were returning to Russia).

Camilla had asked that they remove any religious emblems… Nada as it turned out was the only Orthodox Christian amongst them. The others were ‘good’ atheists. Camilla preferred that. Any girl giving herself to God could possibly resist her—somewhat.

Now Camilla was exerting her power. All four showered in front of her, in the open shower of Camilla’s apartment.

All four had no conscious thought about why they’d shower as Camilla watched them. She had placed in them mental blocks to stop them questioning that, and the fact she was standing there, also naked, masturbating as she observed them.

Camilla drew up to Sofija first. Sofija was the tallest, and the youngest, having just turned eighteen three days ago. Camilla paused and let the shower water wash over her too. Then she simply moved up behind Sofija, pulled her head back by the hair and bit into her and fed.

The others continued to shower unable to see what was happening—because their brains just could not process it.

As Camilla supped, she drew a hand around to Sofija’s waist and caressed her hand in circles, moving down over Sofija’s thick dark bush, and then feeling her soft slit… Sofija’s clit drew the attention of Camilla’s hand.

“You are my slave…,” Camilla’s voice echoed in Sofija’s head.

“Yesssssss!” Sofija moaned.

Camilla released her. Sofija turned around, panting, gazing at Camilla with a sudden longing.

Camilla moved to Nada next, pressing her back against the tiled wall. She pushed Nada’s head, turning it to one side and she bit into Nada’s throat, her fangs slicing easily with razor-sharpness till hot blood welled up into her mouth. Camilla drank.

Milica, the blonde was next. Camilla didn’t like dyed-hair and Milica’s thick black eyebrows, and public hair betrayed her natural colour. Camilla would have that changed… soon.

Milica was so unaware of Camilla that she didn’t even notice as one of her legs was picked up onto Camilla’s shoulder as the vampire knelt down to drink…

“Ohhhh!” Milica moaned as Camilla fed. She cried out so loud in orgasm that Vera became aware…

Vera turned and did a double-take as she tried to process what she was now seeing. Two of her companions masturbating each other, as Milica was being lifted off the tiles by Camilla’s hungry mouth..

“What?” she gasped…

It made no sense. Imagine seeing this all of a sudden because up to that time your mind had not been perceiving it… It was like Camilla had just appeared out of nothing.

Camilla heard Vera and let Milica to the ground easily.

“You are mine…,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress…,” Milica sighed.

“What? What’s going on…?” Vera cried.

“You are going to be my sex-slave,” Camilla grinned showing her fangs.

“Oh, no!” Vera cried, turning to run she slipped and Camilla was on her.

Vera had landed on her back and brought a hand up to grab Camilla’s throat.

Camilla took hold of Vera by the wrist and so easily pulled Vera’s hand away, and pinned her.

“Please…..,” Vera cried.

Camilla bit into her ample young breast.

Vera cried out in shock from the quick sharp pain.

Her mind was suddenly flooded with an amazing image of warmth, beauty, and love.

She suddenly realised she loved Camilla.

She heard in her mind “You are my slave…,”

“Yesssss,” she audibly hissed… Vera had never known such contentment before… She realised she wanted nothing more than to serve…

Camilla drew her new girls out from the shower. She had them lick her pussy, her ass, and caress her all at the same time. She burped from all the blood she’d consumed…

Rose returned to the United States. Rose was now working for Camilla… to get a job to go to Moscow… to spy on Camilla!

Camilla loved this sort of intrigue. Camilla would be able to feed her false reports and also learn about the network sent to Moscow.

So Rose sat there inhaling the cunny smells of Gina and blanched as she smelt sperm. It must have been something like eight hours ago that Gina had had sex—probably with her husband—but the stench was still there… Rose tried to concentrate. If she had to ‘audition’ with Tobias she would… But she would not enjoy it.

Gina was now trying to figure something to trick Rose on. She looked through the notes and then up at Rose… Rose’s eyes seemed to glow…

Gina’s nipples went rock hard. She shifted as she felt herself growing wet… “Um…?”

“Is something the matter?” Tobias asked..

“Um…. I…?” Gina gasped.

“Well… I think that’s it…,” Tobias said… “Unless you have something else?” he asked looking at Gina..

“N-n-nooo, I…”

“Very well, thank you candidate Foucault” Tobias said as he closed his own notes “We’ll be in with you shortly…”

“Thank you. Thank you both,” Rose said as she go to her feet. She shook Tobias’ hand but Gina was literally shivering…

Rose looked at Tobias as if she didn’t know what was going on and then excused herself.

Tobias started to question Gina.

“I… I’m feeling sick!” Gina cried as she jumped to her feet and raced out and down the hall to the ladies wash-room…

She rushed into a cubicle, pulled her dress up and as she sat down she masturbated so furiously she almost bled.

She couldn’t help it… something she’d never felt before was driving her on and on…

Rose used a fingernail to turn the lock on the toilet door. She opened it…

“What the…?” Gina gasped as Rose entered.

Rose slid over Gina’s lap.

“Shhhhh,” Rose purred. She brushed back Gina’s hair.

“Ow!” Gina gasped as Rose’s kiss to her neck stung her.

She heard Rose gulping as her neck seemed to burn.

“M-nn-mmm-nph” Rose gurgled as she fed.

Gina’s hand twerked her clit harder and harder.

“Oh, Gooooodddddd,” she cried and came…

“There!” Rose smiled as she licked over the puncture wound “You’re all mine now…,”

“Yessssssss!” Gina sighed a deep low satisfied groan.

“I want you to eat my ass…,,” Rose said “I was going to use the toilet, but your mouth with do…,” she said as she rose to her feet.

She turned around and dropped her slacks. She didn’t wear panties. She bent over.

Gina watched as Rose’s anus opened up as a small brown slither pushed out.

Gina’s mouth went over, catching it. “Don’t spill any!” Rose smiled as she pushed her bowels.

Gina tasted bitterness, but was compelled to please Rose…And so Gina fed.

Rose was well pleased as she heard Gina’s mewing sighs.

Rose, Maybelle, and Sandra caught a USAF C-141A Starlifter to England. From there they were to change to commercial aircraft to Moscow to complete their cover as mere diplomatic staff.

Along with the three were various other operatives on other missions, mostly not covert.

A CMSAF (Chief Master Sergent) came up to them to chat and Rose blanched at the male smells. Since her conversion she was addicted to pussy and conversely men made her repulsed.

It was Sandra who noticed Rose’s expression and as the CMSAF moved on Sandra leaned over past Maybelle to talk to Rose.

“Is everything alright?” Sandra asked

“Sorry, what?” Rose asked as she cleared her nose of the man-stench.

“You… you seem rather upset…?”

“Upset?”

“Yes… and…,”

Rose’s eyes bore into Sandra.

Sandra was lost in that glare…

“You… you need to mind your own business…,” Rose said.

“Yes…I… I need to mind my own business…,” Sandra said as she sat back up.

She blinked and wondered what she had been just thinking…

Rose smiled… She’d rape Sandra as soon as possible.

A stop-over at London saw Rose, Sandra, and Maybelle in a low-budge hotel… a room each to themselves.

A knock came on Rose’s door.

Rose opened it to see an attractive blonde woman.

“Yes?” Rose asked

“Good day, I’m Felicity… Felicity Brown… your London liaison…”

“Are you MI6?”

“Oh, no… I…,” she said when Rose suddenly grabbed her and heaved her into the room. Rose closed and locked the door.

“What are you doing?” Felicity asked… but then Rose took hold of her dress and let it fall to the ground. Now Felicity really wanted to know what Rose was doing…

“You smell delicious,” Rose smiled as she drew closer.

“Look… there seems to be some confusion…,” Felicity said.

Rose pushed her back onto the bed.

“Now look here!” Felicity protested.

Rose leapt onto her, grabbed her head and turned it to expose her neck…

“Oh, my!” Felicity cried out as Rose bit her.

Suddenly Felicity’s whole body relaxed, as if she was melting into the duvet. “Ohhhh!” she gasped.

Rose licked over the wound and then moving back lifted Felicity’s dress.

Felicity wanted to protest.

Rose tore her panties free and then spread her legs. “Ooooooo!” Felicity gasped as a tongue invaded her hairy slit…

“You are mine!” she heard in her head.

“Yessssss!” Felicity cried….

She pushed her thighs up against Rose’s hungry mouth. Felicity’s who body shivered as she came…

She was now Rose’s sex-slave… forever.

As Felicity later lapped at Rose’s sex she looked up “Mistreess?”

“Yes?”

“My name… I… My real name is Maria Valerievna Butina…,” she confessed. “I… I am a sleeper agent sent by the KGB…,”

Rose burst out laughing. There she was, sent as a double agent herself…to serve her mother Camilla… and now she had found another double-agent. Felicity/Maria however had not been sent to work by Camilla, though now she was indirectly one of Camilla’s.

Rose drew Felicity’s mouth back down between her legs. Felicity lovingly tongued the soft sweet wet groove of her Mistress.

Rose caught a Romanian aeroplane (TAROM airlines) from London to Moscow. With her was Sandra. Maybelle had missed the flight.

Rose had left Felicity behind because that was where that double-agent had been assigned to work.

Sharing her mother’s thoughts, memories, etc. Rose knew this airline when it was CFRNA.

She smiled… The standards had fallen since Romania became Communist.

Ștefania one of only two flight attendants poured Sandra a coffee. Rose inhaled the scent of Ștefania’s pussy and sighed. Ștefania was on her period and Rose’s nipples grew hard as she smelt Menstrual blood.

“Would you like something to drink?” Ștefania asked in Russian.

“Hmm?” Rose sighed. She wanted pussy to taste… Ștefania’s bloody pussy…

She looked up at Ștefania and her eyes bore into the young woman’s. Ștefania’s hand began to shake.

Sandra looked up to see Ștefania’s eyes dilate and she turned to Rose. Rose turned into Sandra, grabbed her head, pulling it down towards her lap and she bit into Sandra’s flesh.

Sandra gasped. Rose was so quick…

Rose drew blood and then released Sandra. She looked then up at Ștefania who still was there.. mesmerised.

Sandra felt the back of her neck… It was sore. She was in shock at what had just happened.

Rose turned back to her and felt Sandra’s breasts. Sandra looked down, amazed to see herself let another woman caress her there…

Rose undid the buttons on her top, Her finger nails extended and cut open Sandra’s bra. Rose bent down and kissed Sandra’s nipple. She bit

Sandra let out a long gasp as Rose fed from her there.

As she fed, she released Ștefania to go do her work.

Sandra sighed, caressing Rose’s head. She realised she loved Rose. She realised she wanted to serve her… And, feeding her… was like a bond between mother and child… deep and truly satisfying.

Ștefania cried out in a deep orgasmic joy as Rose licked her red-wet pussy.

Rose finished enslaving her as Sandra stood guard at the door of the apartment.

In the corner next to the bed was Ștefania’s mother Andreea, bound and gagged, naked.

Andreea had watched in horror as her daughter became a lesbian… Andreea—who also worked for the same airline, but was based in Moscow, had welcomed her daughter home… but almost as soon as Ștefania was in the door, Rose and Sandra burst in.

“Oh, yesss! Yesss! Yessss!” Ștefania cried out as Rose fed from her pussy.

Andreea found her hand able to slip out of a knot.. and then she quickly began at the rope around her ankles.

“Mistress!” Sandra cried out.. She’d just happened to turn round at that moment and saw the unfolding attempt at escape.

Rose got up off Ștefania. Andreea saw a blade under the bed. She grabbed it.

Rose leapt upon her. Andreea thrust the knife into Rose’s side as the Dhampir fell upon her.

Rose bit deep. Andreea’s hand immediately released the blade. Rose enslaved her in seconds…

As Rose got to her feet she pulled the long blade from her side. It had gone in deep.

Almost immediately her skin closed over and in seconds there was no discernible wound… even the blood that had run down her thigh seemed to be drawn back into her. She thought of killing this impudent woman who had tried to harm her… Andreea whimpered, opening her legs, displaying her wetness glistening on her thick pubes.

Rose inhaled the scent. She loved cunt. She threw the knife away and got down between Andreea’s thighs and lapped away… Although she was a Mistress, a dhampir, and so powerful, she was also slave to the taste of quim.

Lady juice.

It flowed from Andreea and Rose drove her tongue into the older woman’s heat.

Andreea cried out loud as Rose’s tongue drove her to sweet ecstasy.

Ștefania instinctively sensing the needs of her Mistress got down behind her and ate what slid out of Rose’s ass…

Rose grinned. She’d not needed to use a toilet in quite a while as she always had a slave to clean her out…

The room reeked with with so many smells… Sweat was just one of them.

Rose made her slaves shower, and shave their pussies.

In the morning she would make with her Controller… and she would begin undermining the CIA’s efforts against her mother…

But that is another story