The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

20 years ago

“I can’t believe this is happening,” whispered Cynthia, the fear evident in her voice. Her long red hair almost shaking as she visibly shook with fear.

“Shhhh, he’ll hear us,” commanded Tess, her black skin perspiring even in the air-conditioned mall.

“Terri, what would you like your daughter to do with her life,” the strange man, who somehow had gain control over all their fates said in a dangerously friendly tone.

“Oh shit, he’s got a mom and a daughter,” said Bernice, her smart clothing marking her as the girl with the richest parents in our group of friends.

“All I want is for Becky to lead a respectful and successful life,” the mother bravely answered the man.

“Maybe we can sneak out the back,” said Prudence, repositioning her glasses on her nose and brushing away a strand of unruly brown hair.

“Are you nuts?” replied Claudia forcefully. “You really think this guy isn’t going to notice?”

Claudia flexed her muscles. “I think we can take him.”

All of us turned to her and whispered in unison “Are you nuts?!?”

So far, without even as much effort as it took someone to breath, the large and commanding man had turned a poor woman into a store mannequin, another nicely dressed woman, apparently into a street whore. And not just her mind and attitude, her very body and subtly changed complete with a new wardrobe, a pretty trashy outfit of some kind with a stretchy tube top, the smallest mini skirt she had ever seen and ripped thigh highs.

She’d just changed. One moment she had been standing there unsure of what to do, like a rabbit caught in the headlights and then the man just said, “Turn into a street whore” and in less time than it took to say it, she had.

She just … changed, everything about her, her body, her stance, even her voice. There was literally nothing about her that was recognizable, it was as if everything about her had been turned into clay, remolded into something entirely new, and then brought back to life as a completely new person.

And what happened next to that poor man’s wife was terrifying. Valerie couldn’t even look at the poor animal she had become as it sat on her husband’s shoulder. The man pulling something out of his pocket to apparently feed her with.

Like he thinks she’s a pet.

My God, they were married, and the man had changed her husband’s memory of her from a loving human being and life partner to his pet monkey??

It’s like he just erased her existence, all the things she had done, everything she had dreamed and achieved, gone.

Valerie felt the world spin and if it hadn’t been for her best friend Stacy catching her, she was sure she would have fainted right there.

“Hang in there, Val,” her slightly pudgy friend told me comfortingly.

Stacy and I had been friends since the first day of school way back in kindergarten. We’d shared mud pies, tea parties, dress up, heart breaks and her occasional heart throb. I loved her like nobody else in my life, there was no one I would rather spend time with, all my time with really if I could figure out how to tell her I was in love with her, and not have it ruin our friendship.

But what are the chances of that happening?

If we somehow managed to find our way out of this …

I’m going to tell her … I am so going to tell her … she’s my best friend, ever. She’s not going to turn her back on me, even if I’m a lesbian and she’s not.

I caught my bearings just in time to see the proud mother in front of the man hold her hands to her head as if to hold her mind together, as if she might hold on to the reality she knew. “Well, sure … er, I mean … NO! Of course not! You’re doing something to my … My head … I … “

“Isn’t it true you’ve wanted her to follow in your footsteps, be a renown stripper like you, Terri Towers?” the man commanded.

The woman looked around in confusion, her hands pressing against her head even tighter as if to block something out, but then after a momentary look of sheer terror, she smiled and turned confidently towards the man, a haughty proud look on her face.

“Yes, that’s true!” she said in a much deeper voice than before.

Valerie watched as the woman’s blouse began to rapidly expand into a massive set of breasts, her well-groomed dark hair lightening to a cheap blonde dye with the roots still black. Her classical dress began to morph around her body becoming a stained T-shirt that barely held in her massive mounds, cutoff jeans, and shiny red leather boots. In a few moments, tattoos began to spread all over her body and a bull ring piercing appeared through her nose while her ears were adorned with all manner of cheap looking studs and rings.

“Mom, what’s happened to you?” her horrified daughter gasped

“The fuck you talkin’ about, hon?” her mother asked firmly

I just had to look away, try to phase it out, try just to keep breathing.

What’s he going to do when he gets to us.

Present Day:

“NOI!” I gasp, my eyes wide with fright.

I want to get up and run, run far far away, run until I can’t run any further and …

Soft warm arms envelope me, holding me tightly. “It’s ok Val, it’s ok. I’m sorry, I should have known better.”

I’m confused for a moment, and it takes me a few seconds for my minds eye to let go of that nightmare, that nightmare when I and …

I feel the brunette’s body cuddled against mine, her head buried into my shoulder, smell the fragrance of her shampoo, lavender with a hint of strawberries.

“I’ve got you,” she says like a whisper to my soul.

Cheryl …

My girlfriend …

Everything felt unnatural, my last clear recollection before … well before I’d become too dumb to keep anything as complex as a distinct memory, I’d been 19 years old, just beginning to, you know, live my own life. And I’d been so ready, so ready and now …

I’m ancient.

All those years, where I would have gone to college, built my own life, you know, done the million things you’ve dreamed of and a whole bunch of things you hadn’t.

And now I’m pretty much in my Mom’s body …

That thought triggered another cascade of thoughts.

I’ve been missing for 20 years. What am I going to tell them? Are they even still alive? What about Danny and Sue, would they even recognize me?

It seemed so much, my mind just didn’t know how to wrap itself around the idea, 20 years, 20 years …

But I’m one of the lucky ones, maybe the only lucky one, and I wouldn’t have even that, if it weren’t for Cheryl …

20 years ago

I huddled with my friends, trying to escape the man’s notice and blend into the background. The mother and daughter from before had left the group, apparently so that her mom, now a professional stripper, could have her daughter drop out of school and learn the business. They were probably the lucky ones.

Others had followed, a university professor, now just maybe smart enough to tie her shoes, a couple of other women, also transformed into prostitutes for this man’s amusement. There seemed to be only one pattern. Whatever the man thought might be the most humiliating fate possible for that person seemed to be what drove his choices.

But that made no sense … I mean, these people, they don’t seem to know what they were before the change, so he wasn’t humiliating them, not really … they couldn’t be humiliated if they didn’t they have anything to be humiliated about …

I looked over at my friends. Claudia had a wild look about her. She’d been the Captain of our high school’s lacrosse team. She was fast and strong. I’d always ired the grace and power that her movements always seemed to exude. She was just so sexy in that athletic way. She was also a girl of action and I’d never seen her terrified before.

She’s going to try something stupid if this goes on much longer. He’ll just turn her into a roach or something and step on her …

Tess and Bernice were holding on to each other as if their arms around each other were the only thing holding them together.

Like myself and Stacy, they’d been best friends forever and were really kind of the leaders of our little clique. I’d sometimes wondered, or maybe just hopefully imagined, that they might be like me, maybe they were secretly in love, Bernice’s blond hair laying over Tess’s mocha skin. It was fuel for my imagination when I was alone.

Cynthia had given into the terror that lived in us all right now. She was huddled on the floor now, almost hidden from view by her long red hair.

She’s scared of the dark …

We’d met our freshman year. She’d been the “new girl”, sort of like a lost puppy. I knew what it was like to be desperately lonely and out of place. It was easy enough for me to see the signs, so I’d picked up my lunch tray and sat down next to her.

“Hi, I’m Valerie,” I’d said. Who are you?”

Tess called it my wounded bird syndrome. Well, wounded bird or not, it was one of those split moment decisions which paid off big in friendship and joy.

Still need to leave the night light on for her when she comes over for a sleepover. This has to be her worst nightmare, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Prudence looked scared, but I didn’t see anyone here that didn’t. But unlike the other girls, she was watching everything with horrid fascination. Pru was always full of surprises. You wouldn’t know it to look at her, but there was a real fighter inside her sweet but nerdy exterior. Someone might make the mistake of picking on her once, but only once.

And then there was Stacy.

Oh God, Stacy.

If he called her, what would he do to her? Change her into a rat to scurry of to the nearest trash pile forever, maybe another whore, a dumb as a rock slut who could barely drool, would she even be recognizable as the sweet comionate friend that had always, always been there for me, for her friends, for her family. Could I bear just to sit back and watch that happen?

I can’t let that happen, I’m not going to let that happen!!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man viciously fucking the mouth of the woman he’d had sucking his cock since he’d started this little terror gathering. Finally, done with her, he pushed her away from him and on to the ground.

“How was it,” she said wiping his cum off her mouth.

“Fine,” he said with an annoyed snarled. “But now you’re a cheap hooker, so go make some money.”

No sooner had he said that than she, like so many before her, transformed before our eyes, emerging with no discernable resemblance to the woman she had once been.

Ok, now or never, but first, while I still have the chance …

“Stace, I have something I really need to tell you, I’m really into g ..

“Oh, we have a woman with a plan,” the booming voice of the man interrupted. “Valerie Wilcox, come on down!”

Present Day

“You’re ing,” Chelsea said in a tender voice, her eyes filled with worry and gentle softness.

I didn’t know much about her, but when I looked into her eyes, what I saw looking back at me was what I, in my most fevered dreams, had prayed to see in Stacy’s eyes. I clung to that look, knowing that she was at least as smitten by me, as I was becoming more and more with her.

But, as tenderly as he held me, as much as I knew I was utterly safe in her arms, safe in a way none of us had been on that day in the mall. I couldn’t keep the pain away as I clung to her and began to sob.

I’m so sorry Stace, I am So sorry …

20 years ago

I was terrified. Absolutely and utterly terrified. How do you look down the barrel of the gun that is, at best, the end your existence, knowing that, if I were successful, it could only mean a life of horror and pain for me.

But Stacy and the rest, they’re worth it. I love each of them, each in their own way.

As I approached the man seated on one of the benches, I took what courage I could muster to keep my legs from collapsing beneath me, my heart from beating so loudly I could barely think. I was so frightened that I felt sick all over … but I had a mission. I had to make this work.

The man, there was nothing really all that different about him, sandy brown hair, large build, not too tall, not too short.

It’s his eyes, God, look at his eyes …

There was something there, something that seemed older than his face, something hid behind that smile he seemed to be wearing most of the time I’d seen him.

He’s a windshield, I’m the bug …

“I have something I want to offer you, something in return for the lives of my friends,” I said as confidently as I could.

“Finally, someone with a spine,” he said, a small smile of satisfaction curling along the right side of his mouth. “Everyone here is too terrified and yet you, a, teenaged girl, are actually trying to figure it out. I’m intrigued and that is honestly something rare for me. I haven’t decided if I like that or not, but please, Valerie, tell me what you could possibly offer to someone like me, that I can’t just take.”

I gulped, my mouth running dry, so dry I could barely whisper. But I had to … I had to try. “You want us terrified, not just terrified, but as terrified as we can possibly be just before you change us,” I said, trying to softly choke the words out. “But that moment,” I said looking straight into his terrifying inhuman eyes. “It doesn’t last. You change us and then we go off into new lives, not really knowing that anything has changed. But what if it didn’t have to end.”

The man smiled, perhaps the most frightening smile I imagined could be possible, even though on the surface, it seemed the most ordinary of things. “You intrigue me again young Valerie. How do you propose we do that?”

I peed myself just slightly at the restrained malice I could hear just below the surface of his voice. “Willingness,” I said in as steady a voice as I could manage. “Everyone you have touched here today, you can make any of us do anything you want, change us into anything you want, make us believe anything you want. But it’s always you doing the changes, always forcing us to be exactly what you want us to be. But doesn’t that … get boring?”

“Oh, I think I can see where you are going with this,” he said with a light chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. “Please, do go on.”

“Take me,” I say, not able to remove the terrified quiver from my voice. “I will willingly do the things you have to force others to do. I will be terrified, appalled, every day, all the time, I will be your tool, your helper, your toilet, whatever it takes, I will be that person.”

Behind me, I heard a gasp, then a muffled “no” from Stacy, but I didn’t dare look back. “Just let my friends go, as they are. I promise, they won’t tell a soul about what happened here, just let them go now, and I’ll give you that, and more if I can.”

The man sat back with just a hint of astonishment. “You are really serious about this, aren’t you, Valerie. I am impressed. I have to it, I’m intrigued, also something that’s not easily done. But it appears one of your friends objects to your generous offer. Let’s hear from her before we make any rash decisions, shall we?

Present Day:

I sob in Cheryl’s arms. Everything is so close, so real, as if it all happened just days ago, maybe less. I have been changed, I was there in the mall, with my friends and … he did something to me, something that, somehow, Cheryl has been able to undo. I can think again, think again for the first time in, I guess, 20 years.

“I’m sorry, Val,” Cheryl says to me soothingly, as I nestle safe in her arms. “I forgot … for you, it must seem like what happened, just happened a few days ago. I didn’t realize what it would be like for you. I’ve … I’ve never been able to help someone so far gone before. I know he bimbotized you and your friends, but what he did to you … “

“It … it wasn’t him,” I say as the memories flood into me, as I begin to tell her in sobbing gasps, what happened, what happened in those last few minutes before my mind was ripped from me.

20 years ago

“And you would be?” the man said as I shivered inside.

‘I’m Stacy O’Connell, sir,” Stacy stammered as she stood next to me.

“And Valerie here is your friend. How long have you known her?” he asked in a dangerously nonchalant tone.

“Since … since the first day of kindergarten, sir,” she squeaked.

“So, you know her well then, best friends,” he asked in that same voice, just an undertone of menace hiding beneath the surface.

“Yes,” she replied in a voice not much louder than a whisper.

“And we all know that best friends never keep secrets from each other,” he replied with a broad yet menacing grin. “Do you think Valerie here would keep a secret from you?”

Stacey just shook her head no.

No, please not like that not here, not like this …

The man turned to me as he smiled, a smile filled with malice. “Tell her your secret Valerie, loudly enough so that all of your friends can hear.”

I hesitate.

“I thought you said you would do anything, Valerie. And you hesitate over something as simple as this?” he said as my blood ran cold.

I turned to my best friend ever, her soft brown hair framing her frightened face, those pillowy breasts that nightly occupied my dreams, but most importantly, her hazel eyes which were without a doubt the most captivating I had ever seen. I just looked at her for a moment, trying to take it all in.

“I’m lesbian, and I’m in love with you, Stace,” I said, with as much warmth and tenderness I could find.

I watched her eyes widen, surprised, but I could tell, not in a good way.

“Are you serious?” she replied incredulously.

“Yes,” I said. “I … I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you. I guess some magic words, you know, that I could say.”

I sighed, ‘I know you’re straight, and I know there was no chance, but … I wanted you to know the real me, I just didn’t want to freak you out.”

“Right,” she said with a thoughtful frown. “You know I love you, Val, right? I just don’t love you like that.”

“I know,” I said gently and then looked back at the man. “Are you satisfied, can she go back now?”

The man smiled at me, but a smile with no warmth in it, just two bottomless pits of malice stared back at me. “Ah, young love, but unrequited. Perhaps we should help the two star crossed lovers out, am I right?’

He then turned to Stacy and before I could protest, said, “You’re a horny lesbian nymphomaniac.”

“NO,” I said in a shocked voice. “We had a deal; you were going to let them go unchanged!”

“Oh, you are a feisty one, aren’t you, but I never accepted the deal, I’m still considering,” he replied smugly.

“Val,” I heard from beside me as one of Stacy’s hands touched my arms. I looked over at her seeing her face flushed, biting her lip with a look on her face that I had seen only in my dreams. “I’m so horny, oh God, I think I’m leaking through my panties. Fuck, I never understood how fucking HOT you are.”

“Oh God, I’m sorry Stacy,” I said, horrified at what the man was forcing on my best friend. “STOP IT, Change her Back!!”

“Oh, my,” the man said in a mocking tone. “I really was considering your proposition, Val, but I don’t like being snapped at, no, that just will never do.”

With mounting horror, I saw his glance at Stacy again. “I think I’d like you better as a carpet munching dyke” and then he snapped his fingers.

“OH FUCK!!” Stacy growled, that sweet look transforming into a hungry glare. She reached out to me, her hands roaming over my body. “Fuck, how did I never see this before, why did I ever not get a piece of this.”

“Stacy, stop!! This isn’t you!!” I said in a frightened voice.

She hesitated for a moment, a thoughtful look spreading across her face. “I … I’m sorry, it’s just, Fuckkkk, I just look at you and all I want to do is … this.”

Stacy, my best friend, the sweet and gentle girl I had learned to adore, suddenly wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips hungrily to mine.

This was a moment I’d been waiting for, never expecting something like this was even possible. I’d wanted this for so very long, so many years of learning to cherish every part of her, yearning for a moment just like this, but holding myself back, never giving expression to what I was feeling. And now … now she was here, in my arms, wanting me so much, just like I had hoped in my wildest dreams.

But not like this!!!

I pushed her away, seeing the shock and hurt in her eyes, then, the sudden anger.

“What, you’ve been a rug munching dyke all this time, perving on me all that time, and now you fucking push me away?!!” she snarled. “What the Fuck Val, What The Fuck!!”

“No Stace,” I said, the horror of what has happened to my sweet gentle friend, how I drew her into this man’s attention. “No, not like this. He’s changing you into something you’re not.”

I turned toward the man. “Please let her go, Please!”

“That’s better, but I’m afraid that’s not going to be good enough, Valerie,” he said with casual menace. “But I did find your idea intriguing, I just need someone who is more in tune with my interests,” he said looking meaningfully towards Stacey.

“NO!!” I screamed in horror.

“Silence,” he snapped, my screams cut off in mid-breath.

Stacy looked over at the man questioningly. “She hasn’t licked my pussy yet.”

“Well, Stacey, you’ll soon have all the pussy you can handle, after all, a father does have to look to the needs of his daughter,” he said with a satisfied laugh.

“What do you mean? You’re not my Dad,” she affirmed.

“Oh, you mean that worthless faggot? The one that’s never put a dick in a woman his entire life?” the man said with venom in his voice.

“No, no that’s not true,” Stacy said pressing her hands against her ears as if to keep the man’s voice out of her mind. “My Dad’s a good man and my mom would never … “

“You mean the whore that’s tried to raise you between pulling tricks. That woman? I knocked her up in a gang bang twenty years ago. You may have a lot of different fathers, but I’m one of them,” he said firmly.

“No, no, no, no,” whimpered Stacy as the foundations of her life began to unravel.

“Yes,” the man snapped, “A daughter of my own flesh and mind.”

I watched in horror as Stacy’s features began to shift, the color of her hair darken, her torso lengthen, the color of her skin becoming a light mocha blend. Her breasts swelled to an unnatural size and her clothing rearranged itself into tight fitting leather and combat boots.

“FUCK!!!” Stacy screamed as she removed her hands from her ears, revealing an extensive array of piercings in and around her ear and face.

She looked back at me briefly with a vicious sneer, her face, her body similar to what it had once been and yet also very different. But the eyes, his eyes.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! NO Oh God Stacy, NO!!!!

“Mmmmmm,” Stacy purred. “That was intense, but Fuck, I like this. Thanks Dad.”

“You’re welcome sweetie,” the man said, motioning to his daughter to stand beside him.

“Thank you for such an excellent idea, Valerie. How do you think we should reward her my dear. Only the best for your dearest friend.”

Stacy smirked as my blood ran cold. “Oh, I think she’d make the perfect little bimbo slut”

Noooo! No NO NO NO NO …

The man shrugged. “Now you’re a bimbo.”

NO NO NOOO No … no … no … oh … I’m like … oh my god no … like, no … so … no please … please … so super horny … god I like so wants to cummies …

I looked down at myself, my hair hanging in golden ringlets down my body, and the glitteriest shiniest clothing evers clinging to me. There seemed to be … something wrong? I’d been like, real sad but, like, what was there to be sad about?

Silly, I am Totes sexy and, like super hot!!! An like, oh wow, Stace is TOTALLY Rocking IT!!!

Once again, something seemed wrong about that. But what could possibly be wrong?

I’m like a total babe!!!

The totally rocking girl … oh yes … Stace whispered something in the man’s ear.

The man smiled and said, “Don’t you feel better now?

“Totally,” I squealed happily.

“Valerie, how would you like to try some of my magic yourself?”

Magic? Like that’d be totally cool!!!”

A part of me felt that was wrong somehow, but I ignored that part and nodded my head up and down brightly.

“Ok, Valerie, what would you like me to do?” he asked.

I looked around. He wanted me to tell him what to do? That was a tough one. It was, like, totally hard to think abouts stuff that wasn’t like fucking and sucking. Then an amazing idea came to my thinkee thing!

“I like, can’t give a totally awesome boob job with these. Could you like, make them bigger?”

The man nodded and suddenly Valerie’s boobs were ginormous fake titties.

Yeah!!!

“Anything else?” the man asked.

Ohhh … another tough question … and like I am so totally horny … where am I going to find some cute girl to eat me out!!!???

Then my eyes landed on my friends, and I ed how much I’d wanted to fuck them all but never could.

no … please no … … but, why’s not … it’ll be so awesome!!!

“Well, my friends are like really hot … I’ve always thought so …”

no, don’t do it, please …

“So, like, could you make them lesbos like me? So, we can, like fuck and stuff?”

My friends all looked at me with horror but in a moment, then they all sprouted like the sexiest hair, the most like delectable boobies and the sexiest outfits … then they began to giggle and look at me with so much hunger that my panties were totally a mess.

I turned to the man and said brightly “Like, thanks a lot, Mister!!!”

The man nodded but then as I turned to my friends, the totally hot Goth Babe next to him said. “Hey, you useless dumb slut, anytime you hear someone say your name, you’re going to get just a little bit dumber, for the rest of your life!”

I turned and looked at her, and almost indescribable feeling of loss and sorrow overcoming me for just a second. But then it was gone

“Like, really?” I asked enthusiastically.

“Yes, Valerie,” the man said.

My eyes fluttered for a second and the world became just a bit hazier. “Like cool!!” I gushed and hurried to my hot friends.

Present Day:

The grief rolls through me, the pain, the horror, the guilt, oh god the guilt.

“He made her into a monster, Cheryl. He made her into a monster and … she did this to me!! She did!!”

I wept, feeling her tender arms around me, I wept and wept, and I didn’t stop, not for a very long time.