The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jeremy was balls deep inside Jessica when he heard the knock at the door. He knew who it was instantly, and cursed, though the expression of grinding delight never left his face. “One minute!” He yelled out. She was early. About fifteen minutes early. As he pulled his cock out of Jessica’s dripping cunt, the blonde girl too did not change her expression from the blank, empty stare she had worn for the last few hours. In fact, she gave no reaction at all other than a reflexive gasp when the man unsheathed himself. The raven haired Victoria, staring from the corner, was equally expressive. And soon, Rhonda would have that same blank stare as well.

He ordered the two slaves to hide in the bathroom while he greeted the guest. He pulled back on his clothes, sprayed some air freshener to hide the odor of sex just a bit, and went to the door. Upon opening the door, he was blown away, just like was every time he saw her, by Rhonda’s appearance.

She was gorgeous. Curly brown hair, darker skin, and beautiful blue eyes that seemed to smile with her. He would relish seeing that smile fade from her eyes. Her curves were amazing; huge tits, rounded ass, but not quite so curvy she couldn’t still look dignified. Jeremy tried his best not to leer at her. She had become his coworker only a day or two ago, but the moment he saw her for the first time, he realized he needed her. He had invited her to his house under the guise of helping her with a work project. She grinned at him. It seemed like sunshine was radiating from her face. Jeremy couldn’t help but grin. “Come inside, Rhonda! Would you like some water?”

“No thanks! I’m not very thirsty.” She chirped. She gave a quick sniff of the room, noticing the strange smell. “Your house smells a bit… interesting, Jeremy.”

“Sorry, about that. Trying out a new air freshener. I kinda like it.”

Rhonda’s smile fell just a bit before she tilted her head and it found its way back on her face. “So, what was that work thing you wanted to show me? I’m still a bit new to all of this, so I’ll take help you can offer!” She giggled. It was a noise that made Jeremy’s heart swell in his chest. Just like the last two times, he deliberated whether he should do this or not, before he ed how wonderful Jessica and Victoria had both been.

Offering an amused chuckle, he opened his drawer and pulled out a pocket-watch. The watch was seemingly pretty ordinary, except for the garish neon coloring that adorned it. Immediately, Rhonda’s eyes snapped to the watch, following it with her eyes as Jeremy picked it up.

“This is kind of strange, but I wanted to show you this watch before we started. Isn’t it weird? It belonged to my grandpa.”

That was a lie. He found it on the street a few weeks ago, but it won’t matter after very long. Jeremy started to slightly sway the pocket-watch

Rhonda’s eyebrows narrowed at the brightly colored watch as her eyes followed it. Her smile began to fade, just a bit.

“T-That is a cool watch… w-why are you showing it to me?”

Jeremy hand-waved her question, continuing to swing the watch

“Don’t worry about that. It’s for work stuff. Just keep looking at the watch. Aren’t those colors so mesmerizing?”

“Mesmerizing… y-yeah, they kind of hurt my eyes…”

Her expression was beginning to fade even more, her eyes growing a bit glazed, before her eyebrows furrowed a bit more.

“Th-This… doesn’t feel right… feels like it’s doing something to my head…”

She tried to look away, her neck muscles twitching a bit, but her eyes continued to follow the pretty colors. Jeremy was already on top of things.

“No, no! Keep staring at the watch. Doesn’t it make you feel good?”

Rhonda giggled a bit. A dreamy sounding noise.

“D-Does… feel good… w-why? It’s just a watch…”

Jeremy allowed a less friendly grin to slide onto his face.

“That’s because I’m hypnotizing you, you ditz.”

A flicker of concern flashed across Rhonda’s face. Her smile was gone, all of her focus on the watch.

“N-No… that’s… not right…”

“It is right. Don’t you feel happy?”

“Feel… happy… but it’s hard to think…”

“Don’t think, Rhonda. Let Master do that for you.”

“Don’t think… let Master… no, stop…”

“Don’t think.”

“I won’t think…”

“You have no mind. You have no will. Say it back, slut.”

“I-I have no… no… can’t… please don’t…”

“You have no mind. You have no will.”

“I have no mind. I-I have no will…”

“You are a slave. You belong to Master.”

“I-I… No! Stop! I w-wont be… a slave!”

“You are a slave. Don’t talk back to Master.”

“I… am… n-not… Don’t! Please stop! Don’t turn me int—“

Jeremy cut her off. Even as she panicked, her expression was still blank. In fact, that blankness was seeping into her voice as well.

“You are a slave.”

“I-I… am a… s-slave…”

“You are a slave.”

“I am a slave.”

“This is an important one. Listen closely. You belong to Master. Say it back.”

Tears began to run down Rhonda’s face as she desperately tried to fight the hypnosis. However, her eyes still drilled into the colorful watch.

“No. Stop that. Don’t do this. Y-You’re a good per—“

“You belong to Master.”

“I… belong… no… don’t… Master, stop… I’ll do anyth—“

“You belong to Master.”

“I-I d-belong… to M-Master…”

“You belong to Master.”

“I-I…”

“You belong to Master.”

“I belong to Master.”

He could feel her resistances breaking down. Her breathing started to get a bit strange, which was a bit weird, but he figured that it meant she was almost gone.

“You are a slut.”

“N-No… Please…”

Her voice was weaker now, like it took all of her energy just to say those words. Her tears had stopped.

“You are a slut.”

“I am… a s-slut…”

“You are a slut.”

“I am a slut.”

“You will obey anything your Master tells you.”

“I-I… J-Jeremy… p-please…”

“You will obey anything your Master tells you.”

“I w-will obey a-anything… my M-Master tells me…”

“You will obey anything your Master tells you.”

“I will obey anything that my Master tells me.”

Jeremy licked his lips, a hungry look on his face. This is the fun part…

“Take off your shirt.”

“Y-Y… N-No…”

Even as she said this, she obeyed the order immediately, unbuttoning her blouse and casting it aside, leaving her jiggling melons in a black bra.

“Your bra as well. Take it off.”

“…M-Master…”

She obeyed once again, unhooking the back of her bra and letting it fall on the floor. Jeremy practically drooled at her massive tits, her brown nipples already stiffening

“You tits belong to Master.”

She didn’t respond, just making a sort of choking noise, trying one final time not to respond. Her breathing became even more strange.

“Your tits belong to Master.”

“My tits belong to Master.”

The last of her will finally drifts away, leaving a pliable slave for Joshua to reshape.

“You will let Master fuck your tits whenever he wants.”

“I will let Master fuck my tits whenever he wants.”

Jeremy leaned forward, using his free hand to stroke the girls face. It caused her to flinch, just a bit.

“Your mouth belongs to Master.”

“My mouth belongs to Master.”

“You will suck your Master’s cock whenever he asks.”

“I will suck my Master’s cock whenever he asks.”

“Take off your pants and underwear.”

“Yes, Master.”

She complied immediately, standing up to remove the rest of her clothes, leaving her completely naked except for her shoes and jewelry. Jeremy stared down at her beautiful hips and pussy.

“Become aroused for Master.”

“Yes, Master.”

In only a few moments, her womanhood surged with activity. It swelled up, and dripped some fluid onto the floor.

“Your pussy belongs to your Master.”

“My pussy belongs to my Master.”

“You will have sex with your Master whenever he asks.”

“I will have sex with Master whenever he asks.”

“Turn around.”

“Yes, Master.”

She flipped around, giving Jeremy a wonderful view of her large bubble butt. He gave it a swift smack. Her breath hitched a bit, before her breathing returned to that weird pattern from before.

“Your ass belongs to Master.”

“My ass belongs to Master.”

“You will let your Master fuck you in the ass whenever he wants.”

“I will let my Master fuck me in the ass whenever he wants.”

He ordered his slave to take off the rest of her clothes, and ired Rhonda’s radiant beauty for just a moment, before he started to finish his brainwashing.

“When you wake up, you won’t any of this”

“When I wake up, I won’t any of this”

“You will return to this state whenever I say ‘stupid slutty sex-doll’.”

“I will return to this state whenever you say ‘stupid slutty sex-doll.”

“Do you understand?”

“I understand, Master.”

It was done. Her hypnosis was finished. He grinned once again as he slid the neon pocket-watch into his pocket.

“Rhonda, lean over on the arm of the couch. I’m going to fuck you silly.”

“Yes, Master.”

Rhonda’s expression was unchanging as she leaned over the arm of the couch, she stuck her rear in the air, inviting her Master. Her pussy was glistening. Jeremy tore off his pants, and walked behind her, marveling at her curves and butt. He’d been waiting for this moment since she interrupted him. He aimed his hardened cock, before thrusting into the brunette.

As he slammed himself into her, he swore he heard her whimper, just a tiny bit. Weird. None of the other girls ever did that.

Regardless, he found his rhythm very quickly, going from slow and purposeful thrusts, to bucking her fast enough her boobs bounced. He felt her velvet walls twitch around his member as he pounded her. Eventually, he started grunting, his breathing growing a bit ragged. He could hear her strange breathing rhythm becoming choppy as well. The two of them came at the same time. Her pussy milked his cock for everything it was worth, and he responded in kind, filling her to the brim with scalding seed. He grabbed at her dangling breasts as waves of pleasure hit him. Once again, he thought he heard her moan, just a bit, but he assumed it must have been his imagination.

Eventually, he disconnected from his third slave, fluids dripping from her cunt. He grinned at her, and gave her rear another slap, (no response this time) and called Jessica and Victoria back out of the bathroom. He looked at the women, drinking in the sight of his harem of brainwashed slaves. He turned his attention to Jessica, his former girlfriend. He had been interrupted before he could finish in her. A tragedy he would rectify. He was walking over to Jessica, when Rhonda removed herself from the arm of the couch. ‘That’s strange…’ He thought to himself as he turned back towards the brunette. ‘She’s not supposed to—‘

His thoughts were cut off by Rhonda wrapping her hand around his neck and lifting him off the floor. Her eyes were still a bit hazy, but there was an intensity to her expression, almost an anger in it.

‘Shit!’ Jeremy screamed in his mind. ‘Was she faking it!?’

“Jeremy Cromwell,” Rhonda declared in a professional tone.

“You are under arrest for the kidnapping of multiple women, and the hostile use of a mind-altering anomaly. A retrieval team will arrive shortly.”

A bit panicked, Jeremy shouted out her trigger phrase in an attempt to control her again.

“Stupid slutty sex-doll!”

The trigger phrase seemed to have an effect on her. She shut her eyes and grit her teeth. Jeremy could feel her grip weakening a bit, before her breathing began to get weird again. He finally realized why she was breathing like that. She was grounding herself.

Rhonda’s eyes snapped back open, more focused this time, the look of anger on her face even more apparent. She repeated herself through gritted teeth.

“Jeremy Cromwell. You are under arrest for the hostile use of an anomaly.”

Jeremy pulled his out pocket-watch in an attempt to finish Rhonda’s brainwashing, only for her to immediately tear it away from him. In a desperate last ditch effort, he ordered his remaining slaves to attack her. Rhonda responded by tightening her grip around the man’s throat, pinning him to the wall.

“Call them off. I don’t need to take you in alive.” She sneered.

Jeremy complied, calling the two women off and instructing them to stand still. He realized with horror that he had lost, completely. This became even more apparent when he heard two gunshots through his doorway. They both sounded like they cane from a black powder rifle. A group of people slammed open his apartment door and made their way inside. Five of the men were dressed in swat gear, but there was one other woman about Rhonda’s age, a serious looking blonde woman with a ponytail wearing a black sweatshirt and sweatpants.

“Well done, Agent Wilson.” The blonde woman said.

And with that, Rhonda tossed him, half naked, onto the floor.

Agent Rhonda Wilson stared at the man on the ground as one of the officers cuffed him up. She took a quick glance at the anomalous watch in her hand, before stretching her shoulders a bit. She massaged some of the more bruised parts of her body. That guy really roughed her up… At least he was a good fuck…

She caught her thoughts becoming a bit less than professional, and cursed under her breath. Her brain was still a bit hazy, perhaps the watch had affected her more than she had thought… She closed her eyes, grounding herself to the present moment, and tried desperately to ignore the burning sensation in her core.

“How are you holding up?” Agent Wilson opened her eyes to see her stoic partner, Agent Amanda Novak, her visage as stone faced as ever. She closed her eyes again, and responded. “I’m alright. Just… really h-horny…” Dammit! Agent Wilson swore under her breath once again at the second slip. Agent Novak tilted her head, a spark of comion flashing across her face.

“It’s alright. We’ll get you and these two girls back to HQ, and Blackwood will fix you up.”

Agent Wilson nodded, watching the officers walking Jeremy and the girls out of the apartment, and handing the watch to Agent Novak.

When people obtain great power, and use that power to hurt and control others, who steps up to stop them? Unfortunately, we live in a world where most of these people are allowed to walk away with no consequences, but it’s not all bad. There are systems in place to prevent people like that from running wild. Systems like the Anomaly Protection Agency, or the APA. A top secret government organization that specializes in neutralizing hostile anomalies, and anomaly s.

The APA employs officers, analysts, even scientists, but like every half decent spy agency, the real boots on the ground are always the spies themselves, or as they are known in the APA, the agents. Each and every APA agent works in a partnership, and controls an anomaly of their own. Agents Wilson and Novak have been partners for years, and specialize in missions involving brainwashing, mind control, and bimbofication, mainly due to Agent Wilson’s abnormally high resistance to such effects.

Missions like Agent Wilson allowing some bastard to try and hypnotize her into being his mindless sextoy…

Fortunately, only a few minutes later, Agent Wilson found herself in the back of the transport van with Agent Novak, two officers, and the brainwashed women. Unfortunately, she also found herself furiously masturbating in front of them. Rhonda Wilson tried and largely failed to not moan like some stupid slut with her hand knuckle-deep in her own pussy.

It’s not like she really had a choice though, and she did ask beforehand. After years of allowing herself to be brainwashed and bimbofied, her job had definitely left her with some scars, both physically and mental. While, fortunately, the majority of these scars were pretty menial, two of the ones that stood out the most were her increased sensitivity, and increased arousal. Obviously, this increased arousal accumulated pretty quickly when given an anomalous order to be more aroused, and was largely the one thing Agent Wilson has to worst resistance to.

Which, of course, led her here, moaning like a bitch in front of both colleagues and strangers, largely mortified. She tried desperately to jack herself off as fast as possible, but it only led to the noises becoming louder.

“Oh… yes, com-nngh! Come on!”

The operatives and agent around her were all nearly as beet red as she herself was. Each of them tried desperately to focus on a point in the van as far away from the busty brunette as possible. Even though her mind was mainly focused on her fingers in her slit, she caught the two of them glancing over a few times. They weren’t great at hiding it.

She wasn’t stupid, either. One of those battle scars was a much curvier body than your average APA agent. She was almost certain those two mid-twenty year olds probably wanted nothing more than to pin Rhonda to the wall of the van, and help her chase the orgasm she so desperately needed. She also knew neither of them were stupid enough to put the moves on an Agent. Even one in the process of making some really shameful noises.

Agent Novak almost seemed to react more than the officers. She stared at the ground in front of her, an intense look in her eyes. She had bit down on her bottom lip so hard, it drew blood. Her hands were clenched into a pale fist and, while Rhonda’s ittedly hazy mind might have been wrong, it almost seemed like she was trembling. Yes, this is a horribly embarrassing moment, but they were probably all watching when she got pounded earlier anyway…

Agent Wilson’s anomaly was a simple one. An invisible, intangible, anomalous camera named ‘Mind’s Eye’. The camera was always on, and always providing a live feed of Agent Wilson and her surroundings. She could share that feed with any screen she touched, and there was no other way to pull the fees from the camera. It was an amazing anomaly for the kind of undercover missions that Agents Wilson and Novak specialized in.

Rhonda’s vision went blurry as she finally climaxed. Fluid gushed onto the plastic wrapped seat and, by this point, Rhonda has stopped trying to suppress her loud moaning and whimpering. After a few moments, she was able to compose herself. Her face became even redder than before, and she offered a quiet “Sorry for that…” before cleaning herself up and pulling her pants back up.

Only a few hours later, the two agents walked down one of the many hallways in HQ. The APA Headquarters was a ginormous underground compound, more akin to an underground city than anything else, equipped with multiple secret entrances, and a few more accessible ones. Sure enough, the agents has brought the two victims to the HQ clinic, and Agent Wilson was able to get her brain cleared up a bit. By now, that anomaly was probably in a holding center while they figured out what to do with him.

It was a pretty short mission, but it was also the third mission they’d completed this week. In fairness, they had taken a few days off after a successful Operation Milkmaid, and they needed some practice in preparation for the next operation, which would probably be revealed to them that night. With the mission over, the two of them headed towards their spymaster’s office.

Agent Walter Lorenza’s office was always pretty sparsely furnished. Despite being a spymaster for a few years now, he still thought of himself as more of a boots-on-the-ground agent than a spymaster, and his office reflected it. He was a kind looking man, almost grandfatherly. It was almost easy to forget he was a grizzled veteran agent with a few decades of service. He spoke with a warm, almost comforting voice, but one that carried a tinge of caution.

“It’s always a happy day when two agents make it home in one piece. Even if there were some… Difficulties on the ride home.”

Agent Wilson immediately flushed. Shit! So they were watching…

The mission report was always quick. Agent Novak was really the only one who shared anything. It would be largely redundant for Agent Wilson to share anything since they were probably watching it via Mind’s Eye. After hearing everything he needs to, Agent Lorenza gave them a warm smile, and congratulated them, before pulling out a file. “Great work today, Agents. As always. I know that’s not what you’re here for, though. I’ll give you the info on your next operation. It starts the day after tomorrow.” Agent Lorenza set the file on the table. On its front were big, red letters. It was easy to read what they say, even from an angle.

“Operation Dustbuster.”