The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Maria locked the front door after they left and began turning off lights. They were closed for the day. They had not had much traffic today, but that was hardly new. Robert suspected that, with his power and the looks of his new girls, money would soon not be much of a problem for this office. He just had to make sure it stayed open—and with Joslyn under his firm control, that would be no problem at all.

Maria strutted into the office, pushing his rolling chair back from Quinn’s mouth. A long sticky string of saliva and cum bridged between his cock and the redhead’s hungry mouth for a moment. Maria slid her stocking-clad knee up gently into his crotch, hard cock sliding against the silken surface of her legs.

Quinn watched with barely concealed envy as Maria’s perfect form commanded Robert’s attention effortlessly. Even transformed into her new pinnacle of beauty—her curves mathematically precise, her red hair cascading like liquid fire, her skin porcelain perfection—Quinn looked like a cheap knockoff beside an original masterpiece.

Maria didn’t need to say a word. She simply existed, and that existence was a slap across the face to every other woman in the room. The way she moved was poetry written in flesh, each gesture calculated to remind Quinn of her place in the hierarchy. When Maria’s knee pressed against Robert’s cock, it wasn’t just intimate —it was a declaration of ownership, a subtle but unmistakable message that she was the apex predator in this ecosystem of desire.

Quinn’s newly enhanced lips trembled slightly as she knelt there, still tasting Robert’s seed, watching Maria claim what Quinn had been serving dutifully.

“I’ve been daydreaming about you fucking me over Joslyn’s desk all day.” Maria’s hair slipped to one side, covering the distance between her perfect face and his erect, waiting cock easily. Long tendrils of midnight locks covered his wet length. “I hope Quinn hasn’t tired you out, love.”

He grabbed her and kissed her heatedly, hands pulling apart the flimsy jacket she wore to slip around her breasts, squeezing firmly. Maria moaned into his mouth, no doubt feeling the delicious sensations that he had gifted her nipples with. With enough time and attention, he could easily make her cum simply by playing with her tits.

“Not even close,” he said, lifting up off the chair, carrying her for half a moment until her ass was planted on the desk.

Heat overwhelmed him, feeling the warmth from her cunt as he made her daydream start to come true.

They all would, he realized. All her dreams. All her latent fantasies. He would make every last one true. That’s what he wanted for her. That’s what she deserved for being so fucking perfect for him.

He would do anything for her. Anything.

Robert’s cock, fully erect, was mere inches away from Maria’s tight, perfect pussy. He shoved her slight lace panties away, easily entering the moist confines of her cunt. She was so perfectly wet, so obviously made for his cock and his alone. Maria moaned, a swift, easy orgasm riding through her body—and one that would remain and intensify, like one bomb splitting apart to reveal several thousand more inside, until Robert finally emptied himself in her fertile fuckwomb.

Just as he thrust himself into Maria’s tight, perfect pussy, there was a knock on the door of the office.

Joslyn was there, wearing a tight black dress and bright red heels. Her enormous tits were on full display, pressed hotly together like a presentation for dinner.

Robert had lost track of anything else but Maria. He hadn’t noticed Quinn on her knees still, kissing his feet and ankles, or Natalie crawling into the office to pay homage to her Master by fingering her pussy as she watched him fuck his favorite.

His thrusts into Maria were nothing short of artistic masterpieces of fucking—each drive into her perfect cunt delivered with the precision of a master craftsman and the ion of a man possessed. His hips moved with supernatural rhythm, finding angles that shouldn’t have been anatomically possible, hitting spots inside her that made her spine arch like a drawn bow.

Maria’s body responded like a finely tuned instrument under the hands of a virtuoso, her pussy clenching around his cock in waves of ecstatic contractions. Her orgasms cascaded through her in an endless symphony—each one building on the last, her perfect form writhing beneath him as pleasure consumed every nerve ending. Her legs wrapped around his waist with desperate need, pulling him deeper, always deeper, as if she could somehow absorb his very essence through their ing.

The way she submitted was an art form in itself—her body pliant and yielding. Robert’s cock throbbed within Maria’s depths, and each time he bottomed out, she shuddered as though an electrical current had ed through her.

Joslyn, close to orgasm herself from simply being in front of this, coughed gently.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Master—and I promise I won’t be very long. But I did want to let you know that it’s taken care of.”

He thrust harder into Maria now. Her legs tightened around him once more, keeping him close. Her lips slid up to his ear, and he knew something was up. Maria used this position for her nastiest dirty talk—the things she wanted to convince him of most deeply, the things that she needed to coax him into believing while her cunt rocked his cock better than anyone else.

“What do you mean?”

His thrusts into his first slave continued unabated.

“With Kyle, Sir. I took care of him for you. Just like you asked.” There was a strange panicky mixture of guilt in her face, even confusion that Robert wasn’t immediately congratulating her. “He won’t be a problem anymore. No one saw, don’t worry.”

“You…” Maria was being distracting, kissing his ear and gyrating perfectly on his meat. “You…’took care of him?’ What does that mean?” He looked down at Maria. “What does that mean?”

“She couldn’t divorce him, Sire,” Maria explained. “That takes too long. And she can’t just break up with him, like Quinn can with Caleb. They’re attached. There’s money involved. Pr-property,” she shuddered, another wave of bliss hitting her. “So she had to…get rid of him for you. Just like you wanted.”

The truth dawned slowly on Robert. Without meaning to, precum sputtered wildly from his cock, milked so perfectly by the heavenly slave angel adoring him with her cunt.

“Y-you killed him?” Robert stuttered.

Joslyn nodded, eyes hopeful. Her lovely face was flush with fear, though—fear that she may have disappointed her Master somehow.

“Isn’t it perfect?” Maria moaned in his ear. “He was breaking the rules. Trying to have one of your girls as his own. I heard what you said to Quinn. That’s not allowed.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

How had he let things progress this far? How had he…

Maria ripped at her negligee, tearing it off completely. Hot spurts of cum, preludes to his real orgasm, shuddered up into her cunt and sprayed against her delicate walls as he witnessed the jaw-dropping display of her tits. Her complete lack of shame at the act—her willingness to do anything, go anywhere, for his love. For his service.

“See?” Maria moaned. “I knew it would turn you on. Wanting us to do anything for you. Willing to kill for you. We had to show you Master…”

Joslyn was on her knees now, crawling next to Natalie. All three girls soon were staring up at him, worship in their eyes, lust on their faces, so eager to please.

“We had to, Master,” cooed Natalie.

“It was so right, Master,” nodded Joslyn. “So right. He was in the way. He was in your way.”

“No one is allowed to deny you, Master.” Quinn licked his thigh. Her tits, naked like Natalie’s and Joslyn’s, pressed hard against his calves and knees. He stood in a sea of titflesh. “Nobody can stand in your way.”

He had to get away. This was so wrong. This was insanity. This was exactly what he had been afraid of. Ruining lives. Ruining people. Killing people.

He struggled to step away from Maria, but her grip was too tight and the slaves packed too close. In a shuffle of bodies, he landed on the ground with Maria just beneath him. She moaned with bliss at the sudden hard, forceful thrust he delivered as a result, his cock still directly inside her. The other girls soon crowded around his body, kissing him and licking him, moaning their worship.

“I didn’t care about him anyway, Master,” moaned Joslyn, pushing on his back with her massive tits. “So it’s okay. He deserved it for defying your will.”

“It’s okay, Master,” cooed Quinn. “You’re the only male who matters.”

“The only one,” nodded Natalie. “You’re the only one who can get us so fucking pregnant. No one else is allowed.”

Either through Maria’s suggestion or his subconscious desire, he had made this happen. It would not have been hard to imagine Maria dazzling the other slaves, keeping them in line, whispering all the dirty, horrible things that she knew their Master desired and oh fuck why was he fucking her harder than ever before?

“Fuck me, baby,” Maria moaned. “Get me pregnant. You know you can. You know you want to. Shoot that hot unprotected load into my cunt and o-oh! Oh fuck, yes, darling, just like that!”

Her words trailed off into a blissful scream as Robert’s piston-like thrusts reached their zenith, unloading into his pet with all the cum stored in his balls. Each of his girls moaned with orgasm as he felt his own, hips rapidly smacking into Maria’s perfect thighs and ass.

The cum exploded out of him with a force he had never felt before. He honestly felt worried for Maria’s safety for a moment, before ing how perfectly he had constructed her cunt for his purposes. She took it all, cumming as his thick shotgun load slammed against her g-spot again and again. And the other girls, rubbing their clits as they slid their hot, heavy-titted bodies on his form came with their Master and Mistress, moaning their worship with happy, vacant smiles.

All that force had seemingly left Maria dazed, a pleasant and distant smile on her face. Normally she recovered right away.

Perhaps he had been more turned on by what she did than he would have cared to it. He pulled out of her, shaking his head softly, and immediately another slave took her place. These worshipers of his were inescapable. He did not know if he wanted to escape at all.

“Master.” Joslyn was suckling the head of his cock very gently, stroking him just right. “May I be next, since I did your will so very right?”

Tomorrow, he decided, tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow would have big changes.

But for now…for now, he was going to enjoy this.

His stamina was inhuman, like much of him. Cumming multiple times in a row was not an issue for him.

“That’s right,” he said, pushing Joslyn on her back. He slipped his cock between her massive tits, holding one each as a handle. “You’re next doll, and I want you cumming for me as much as you can.”

Of course she did. She was a good slave, just like he made her.

Sheriff Miles Hanson looked at Luciana wistfully. When he married her, she’d been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But ever since leaving that damned Sunshine Insurance office yesterday, all he could think about was that amazing beauty, Maria. She had a way of creeping on a man’s mind, stunning him at first, and then slowly eating up his remaining thoughts and ideas…

It was just past dawn. His police station was small, little bigger than the Sunshine Insurance place. The sheriff’s office faced the front door of the station. So, when Robert walked in, he could see him immediately.

Hanson walked out to meet the man. “What do you want? Didn’t you get your jollies yesterday with all that warrant bullshit?” He wagged a finger. “You ought to know I’m working on it.”

“I have something else entirely to talk to you about,” Robert said.

The sheriff crossed his arms. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“I’m here to turn myself in.”