The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Madison, Wisconsin

Lake Mendota Drive was the last place to find a demon-girl.

Darryl Stuckley (who was now known as Wilfred Caruthers) had been dreading this day. He had been weak, all those years ago when he was in a Satanic cult. At first he was in it because Blaise and Jasmine fucked him. Blaise and Jasmine—or as he called them Milk and Cookies, owing to one being white, and the other brown. They lured him into the coven—lured him in with promises of more sex. And that part was true. He met a 52 year of Michael Winthrop and his 49 year old wife Evlyn and their daughter Tricia.

Michael invited Darryl to fuck his wife. At first Darryl baulked at the idea but as Jasmine started to give him a blow-job Evlyn walked in, dropped to her knees and shared his cock with the Haitian goddess.

She was old, had saggy tits, but a great ass and she was the first to introduce him to anal. He couldn’t believe it as she sat on him, taking him not in her pussy, but that other place.

She cooed and sighed, urging him to relax as she took him in her back age.

The debauchery didn’t end there.

Their next meeting the coven gathered around as he lay there and Tricia came to him, a virgin.

She mounted him even as her own mom and dad masturbated each other—watching their daughter deflower herself on Darryl’s fine cock.

She cried out a banshee howl of the darkest sexual coming as he came inside of her.

And in that moment of clarity all men feel after ejaculation he had a sudden feeling of the acts he had just participated in.

Tricia rose from him, her stomach swelling right before his eyes.

Her mom and dad were now fucking and she ed them.

They tended to her for she was now ‘the star’.

By the end of the night she was in labour.

Darryl looked down at his progeny and in a rash act stole her away.

He left his life behind. He spent three years creating a new identity. Moving. Always moving.

He lived for some time in Canada. A few months in Australia before returning to the States.

As “Wilfred Caruthers” Darryl worked in various tradesmen jobs, cutting lawns, minor repairs. As much a cash-payment life as he could make it… Short of going ‘survivalist’ in Idaho he was living as low a profile as possible—all to protect Helen

But what nurture he gave nature would show who was boss.

Helen woke at 4am sweating. “Wow” she said. What a dream. She found herself sitting bolt upright.

She felt between her legs. “Fuck!” she gasped as she felt her clitoris sticking hard out. She went to the bathroom (an ensuite) and lifting up her nightie found her pussy was smooth—clean shaven. In the mirror she could see her clit sticking out hard. She’d never noticed her clit so big.

She felt it.

It burned.

She found herself rubbing it.

“Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!” she cried and she came right away.

Helen had masturbated before but this was the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

She peeled off her clothes and saw her areolae were larger too. Were her breasts bigger too?

She felt them and they were heavier than before.

As she did she saw beads of white appear at the end of her nipples.

“Fuck!” she gasped. She lifted one up and squirted warm sweetness into her mouth.

She was lactating!

She went back to her bed not bothering to dress.

Something faint in the air. She sniffed.

She followed the scent out into the hall.

She got to her dad’s bedroom and the smell was stronger.

Gently opening the door she was suddenly hit with the odour… Her dad. He didn’t stink. She recognised at once it was his manly musk.

She salivated.

She was drawn to it like it was a delicious aroma.

As she entered his room she was amazed to see the patterns of heat emanating from his body.

She stepped towards him, drawn by his delicious perfume.

She slowly drew back the bed sheets.

Helen was amazed at seeing the flow of his blood. She was also drawn to that thing between his legs.

Man-sausage

Darryl woke as he felt a mouth tugging on his cock.

He reached to his night-stand light.

“Helen!” he gasped in shock.

“Oh, daddy…it’s delicious!”

“Please, no do….,” he began

“Be still!” she said and he suddenly found he could not move.

Helen was also shocked at this… and she smiled. She felt a need and she climbed onto him, taking him inside her.

“Oh, daaaadddyyyyy!” she gasped… She’d never had a cock inside her.

It felt amazing.

Her clit burned as she rose and sank on him.

She had never felt such a need before.

She drew closer to peak when suddenly she looked down at his pathetic gaze—his eyes pleading…

“Oh my God!” she cried as she leapt off of him “What am I doing?”

She ran back to her room… confused.

Her body—it had felt so good to have a cock inside her—she’d never wanted anything more before in her life…

But her dad?

That… She couldn’t bear to think about it… She went to go back to say sorry but caught herself. She desperately wanted him insider her again.

“What’s happening to me?” she cried as she realised she needed cock.

Helen quickly grabbed some clothes and without thinking leapt out her bedroom—second story bedroom—and she landed cat-like soft on the ground before she realised what she had done.

She dressed quickly and ran to her friends house. Robin Louise Banks was her long-time friend. Also 18.

Helen found herself at Robin’s house—she’d run all the way there, and it had hardly taken her any time at all.

Robin (Rob for short—her parents hated that people shortened her name to a boy’s name).

Robin lived with her parents Greg and Simona. She had an older brother, Geoff—whom Helen thought was still in camp (he was a GI—a grunt). (He was actually home on furlough).

Helen climbed the side of Robin’s house and clawed at the window frame, easily scratching away the lead facing as if it were paper. She reached in and opened the lock.

“Huh?” Robin gasped as she woke. She turned on the light.

Helen climbed in.

“Helen?”

“Sorry, I had to see you…,” Helen said as she climbed in.

“It’s 5am in the morning!”

“I really needed to see you…,”

“Look, hold that thought…. I gotta go pee…”

“Now?”

“I aways need to pee when I wake up!”

“Sure…,”

Helen watched as her friend left, but then she sniffed the air and smelled something both very familiar, but also different… Manly

Helen went down the hall. She found herself entering the master bedroom.

Greg and Simona slept.

Helen was sicked by this burning desire again… even stronger than before…

She found herself peeling the sheets back off Greg. His musk hit her like a slap in the face.

Her pussy felt sore, like a terrible itch… that needed scratching from the inside.

Helen drew his cock out and sucked it.

“Wha?” he began to wake.

“Be still!” she hissed… He became paralysed.

She gasped when she saw he was erect. It was too much to bear and she mounted him. “Ooooo!” she gasped. It felt so good having cock inside of her. She rocked her body on him. He wheezed as she caressed his cock with her pussy muscles.

“Oh, baby…,” she moaned.

“What the fuck?” Robin cried as she stood at the doorway watching Helen fuck her dad.

Simona spluttered awake. She sat up. “Sleep!” Helen said.

Simona’s eyes rolled over and she fell back to sleep.

Robin charged in.

“Get the fuck off…”

“Sleep!”

Robin’s eyes rolled up and she collapsed on the floor.

“No one’s going to stop us…,” Helen sighed as she built up speed.

Greg mouthed something… but no words could escape.

“No, baby!” Helen moaned… “Nothing’s going to interrupt us…,”

She squeezed… “I can feel it…, don’t spare me anything…,”

And in that moment, Greg began coming.

“Oh, baby!” Helen cried as she too came.

She kept coming and as she did she began draining Greg’s life force away.

Helen came for almost 30 seconds and when she did she looked down at what was left of Greg Banks. Now there was what looked like a desiccated corpse… something that appeared to have died years and years ago.

It surprised Helen too.

She felt so alive though as his entire life force was super-charging her.

She rose up off of him. (He hadn’t been able to get an erection for a year, but her saliva had special properties. Her vagina too had worked him like a glove. Everything about her was designed for one thing… to drain a man of come… and of his life).

Robin woke in Helen’s arms, being cradled. Her mouth was sucking on something delicious, and sweet. He looked up into Helen’s eyes as she swallowed breast milk.

Her mom sat next to them.

“Drink up, baby,,,,” Simona urged, “Drink and serve our Mistress…,”

Robin gazed up into Helen’s eyes and felt nothing but love.

She ed her dad. She sat up… “What did you…,”

“Shhhh,” Helen said. “That man no longer matters to you…,”

“No. Mistress…,” Robin sighed.

“Serving our Mistress is all that matters from now on…,” Simona said.

“You have tasted my milk… You are mine forever…,” Helen said.

“Forever,” Robin smiled.

“Mistress, I have already cleaned that mess up in the bed…,” Simona said.

“Good…”

“Later today…,” Helen added, “I will need you to call my dad here…”

“Yes, Mistress…,” Simona said.

“He knows what I am now… And he poses a danger to me…,”

“Shall I kill him?” Simona asked. “I won’t let anyone zharm you, Mistress…”

“No… I shall feed from him too…”

“Can you not feed him…?” Robin began before stopping, bowing, realising she need only speak when spoken to.

“No… It will not work like that…,” Helen said “I am beginning now to understand what I am… and what my powers are…”

“Yes, Mistress…,” Robin said.

“Come my lovelies… drink some more…”

“Yes, Mistress…,” they said collectively.

Mother and daughter bent down and took a breast each and began to suck.

Helen embraced them.

Afterwards they fucked. They lay on the floor in a triangle, each eating out the pussy in front of them.

And then Helen concocted a story to lure her father.

Nothing would stop her.

Nothing on earth