The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

Viola Vasquez was no gingerbread man, but she was running as fast as she could and trying to avoid being caught.

You see, Viola had recently escaped from the Kingsport Women’s Penitentiary where she had been serving a 12-year sentence for robbery and aggravated assault. Of course, those were only the crimes she had been convicted of. She was a mid-level gang member who had several thefts, shootings, and assassinations under her belt. Of course, what the police did not know couldn’t hurt her—though in the long run it might hurt them and others.

That said, they still considered her a dangerous fugitive, and she was subject to a bolo (be on the lookout for). She could afford any scrutiny. She had to act fast and quickly if she wanted to make a clean break.

Interestingly, that wasn’t much of a challenge for her. Being a gang member, she had to keep in shape to protect her turf and to show her rivals and targets that she meant business. She was a Hispanic woman with muscular arms, a firm chest with an ample bosom, a cute ovular face, beady brown eyes, and jet-black hair—currently done in a ponytail. She was wearing blue jeans and a black sweatshirt over a sleeveless white undershirt.

She also had noticeable tattoos—a snake on her left arm and a hawk on her right one. So, she had to make herself very scarce very fast. She ran across the state and decided to head to the mountain where the people were few and far between.

There was one problem, however: Viola was exhausted.

Yes, that’s right—even a powerhouse like her could get tired after being on foot for several hours. She needed a place to stay for the night. When morning came, she would off to the mountains. The question was what that place would be.

Then she saw it: a big red barn that looked like it was part of a farmhouse. She darted to the property—thinking of ways she could nick food or other items from anyone who happened to be there. She could take them. Indeed, was it any surprise that a murderous gangbanger had no qualms about tresing and theft?

To her delight, the door was unlocked. She opened the barn door, found a light switch and flipped it.

She could now see the farm’s interior The farm had ladders, water dishes, milk, animal feed, and a loft with an abundance of hay. It would fit perfectly into any farmer’s daughter story.

However, all this paled when she saw the animal in the barn. It was a white pony!

Violet quelled the urge to squeal with joy. It was a bona fide pony. Being a female, she loved—nay coveted ponies. The fact that she was a tomboy, generally disliked girly things, and a murderous gangster was irrelevant. To her, ponies were always so pretty, sweet and majestic. She had always wanted to ride one but never had the opportunity.

Scratch that, she never had the opportunity until now. She turned off the light and shut the barn door. Then she quietly approached the pony. Then she gently stroked its mane. “Hey there, little lady,” she said coyly. “How are you?”

“I’m quite pleased,” the pony replied in a squeaky voice. “Especially now that you’re here.”

“Did you just talk?” Viola asked as she did a double take.

“Indeed, I did,” the pony said. “Don’t worry about that, however. Just look into my eyes.”

“What,” Viola said, still flabbergasted by her discovery.

“Look into my eyes, human,” she commanded. The pony’s eyes began to glow a bright yellow. Viola was about to protest but was distracted by the radiant light of the pony’s eyes. She couldn’t help but look at. It was so bright and beautiful. Soon that was all her eyes, mind, and mind’s eye could see. Everything else was out of her mind except the light of the pony’s eyes.

A few minutes later, the pony’s eyes stopped shinning. Violet’s eyes shut and her head slumped forward. Then she fell to the ground.

The pony smiled. Now her mission could begin in earnest.

2.

About ten minutes later Viola and the pony were on a spaceship.

You see, the pony was not of this earth. Rather, it was a member of an alien race known as the Equestrianax—so called because its looked like human horses. The pony herself was named Honeyham.

Despite their appearance, these aliens were not benevolent. They were interplanetary conquerors involved in several galactic wars against both peaceful and warlike peoples. They would conquer the planet sell it (and its inhabitants).

There was one problem, however,: the peoples of these planets didn’t go down without a fight. The costs (both in money and lives). A few times the cost of colonizing the planet exceed the benefits of exploiting it!

There had to be a better way and as a high-ranking member of the Equestrianax Colonization Bureau—Honeyham believed she’d found it. She had been working on a retinal device that would give the wearer hypnotic eyes. With the right words, those who gazed into them would obey the wearer’s every command.

She needed a vulnerable race and humans—with their obesity, phone addictions and weak minds made for the ideal test subjects. After setting up a hologram of a barn in the middle of a rural area they would be inconspicuous and begin their quiet takeover of earth one person at a time.

Their first takeover just happened to be Viola Vasquez—and they had found quite the catch! She was standing across from Honeyham, staring blankly ahead and waiting for something to fill her empty mind. Honeyham had ordered Viola to truthfully tell her everything about herself. Viola did so and Honeyham found out all about her gang activity, status as a prison escapee, unpunished crimes, and—most importantly of all—her physique and sexual prowess.

Indeed, I was the last of these that Honeyham would use to see if her invention really worked. Viola

“Viola,” Honeyham intoned. “You love ponies, don’t you?”

“Yes…” Viola affirmed sleepily. “I love ponies.”

“I am the Pony Queen,”. I am your queen” Honeyham asserted. “Say it, Viola.”

“You are the Pony Queen. You are my queen,” Viola parroted.

“Therefore, you must do everything I say,” Honeyham intoned. “Isn’t that right.”

“Yes, my queen, I must do everything you say,” Viola robotically replied.

“Very good human,” Honeyham said. “Now take off your artificial skin…er…I mean clothes.”

“Yes, my queen,” Violet said softly as she began to disrobe. First she kicked off her running shoes and removed her socks. Then she pulled both her sweatshirt and undershirt over her head revealing a sweaty grey bra. A few second later, the bra was gone too, revealing a huge pair of breasts, her exotic Hispanic skin, and significant muscle mass in her chest. Then she slid of her jeans and the rest of her underwear revealing her thick toned legs and hairy black bush.

“Now Viola,” Honeyham commanded. “Come with me.”

“Yes, my queen,” Viola said as she followed Honeyham to an unknown destination.

3.

A few minutes later, Honeyham and Viola were in what looked a stable. Honeyham was lying down on her back in a mass of hay while Viola waited silently for her next command. A few seconds later, she got it.

“Viola,” Honeyham commanded. “You’ve always wanted to ride a pony, haven’t you?”

“Yes, my queen…” Viola agreed. “Always…wanted to ride a pony.”

“I look like a pony, so you want to ride me. I command you to ride me. You must ride me. You must fuck me. Say it.”

“Yes my queen…” Viola said flatly. “I must ride you. I must fuck you.” Viola then crouched down and climbed onto Honeyham. She began by gently stroking her nose and then kissing her ionately on the mouth. Honeyham took out her tongue and began licking the controlled crook’s face. Viola giggled loving the feel (and the tickle) that literally came straight from the horse’s (or pony’s) mouth.

After a few more minutes of this, Honeyham had Viola disengage. Then she ordered Viola to finger her vagina. Viola mindlessly complied, thrusting her digits into Honeyham’s mammalian member. Her thrusts were gentle, then got much quicker. Honeyham neighed in delight as Viola continued going at it. Soon Honeyham could no longer contain her arousal and climaxed all over Viola’s fingers. Viola then removed her fingers and licked them clean at Honeyham’s command.

“Eat me out Viola,” Honeyham ordered.

“Yes, my queen,” Viola said, helpless to disobey. She put her head where her fingers had been and began to lick. Honeyham neighed in pleasure as the two continued their literal roll in the hay. Viola went at her mammalian mistress with all the gusto she could manage. Honeyham was over the moon in pleasure—her invention had worked like a charm! She loved the feel of a human tongue on an alien vagina. A few minutes later she reached critical mass again and climaxed. Her juices spilled all over Viola’s face, The first of many orgasms.

4.

Weeks ed, and the bolo changed into a spot on America’s most wanted list. She was free from the long arm of the law. But she was not free in general. Honeyham was grooming her to be the Equestrianax’s first human foot soldier. Her muscles and agility would certainly come in handy when they began their invasion of earth in earnest.

Indeed, perhaps prison would have been better if she’d been caught by the police. For why they could capture her body, they could not do so to her mind. Honeyham could do and did both—turning her into her slave. Viola had always wanted to ride a pony and she had done so in more ways than one.