The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Christine Hollins knew she could control people at age fourteen, just a little after the start of her puberty. Her mother was worried about her being so late, as it happened to her a lot earlier. Christine knew all her friends started puberty at least a couple of years earlier. In fact, she was so late, she was in the process of losing all her erstwhile friends. They all had a different perspective on life than Christine, for at least a year.

So Christine really discovered boys later than the rest of her peer group. She knew she was late and desperately wanted this to happen to her, despite all the obvious bad things that happened to her friends.

An intense interest in boys coupled with pustules, zits, different sized breasts, periods, underarm hair, leg hair, general sweating, clothes always not fitting properly somewhere, weight gain, body odor, mood swings for no reason, extra fat on the upper back for God’s sake and the lovely vaginal discharge is not a good move on evolution’s part.

Or, perhaps it is, when you really think about it.

As her puberty exploded all through her life, Christine discovered her thoughts had power. She was always an intelligent child and had an intense ability to visualize just about anything she wanted. This came in very handy after she discovered what boys were for. Yes she had known intellectually the difference and what happened for ages but now she knew deep in her guts. Or rather, deep in her pussy. Her visualization abilities were a great help to her when masturbating, which she did regularly. So much so, her need of real boys took second place to the, frankly, better examples of the shafted sex in her head.

This led her to be behind again in the race for maturity and adulthood and boyfriends. But, as she didn’t know she was in a race, it didn’t matter to her at all. Her mother was worried anew at her lack of boyfriends, or rather her lack of complaining and agonizing over her latest boyfriend, and generally learning about boys properly, which was the only way her mother knew that could be achieved.

Christine had plenty of boyfriends, but they were all in her mind. They were good though. They brought her to orgasm many times and many multi times. Both slow and fast and dirty and kind, they operated, each one perfect for the moment and each one totally working for Christine’s benefit.

Such was the position when Christine saw a boy properly for the first time. She didn’t know why she hadn’t seen him this way before, but he was there now and she wanted him. She lusted after him. She wanted him to come over and talk to her, and he did. Everything she wanted him to do, he did, of his own accord. Christine was ecstatic. This was her first real boyfriend and he was perfect.

They had sex that night.

Christine wasn’t very happy with the sex. He wore a condom and tried to be considerate but wasn’t skilled at all. Yes he had enthusiasm, but he was done in a flash. Christine preferred her other boyfriends. But not for long. The next day, Christine wished him to her, and he came. They made out and that night, Christine tried again. This time she focused on his performance, which became much better. Still not as good as it should be, but a lot better. Christine saw the advantages of having a live and dazzling boyfriend when she realized most of her girl friends and acquaintances were jealous. This gave her a certain cachet in school, which she relished.

Now Christine was by no means stupid. Despite the hormones raging through her body, she knew this was different. After all, she had heard her friends talk about their boyfriends and she was certain that most of them hadn’t yet had sex.

She wondered about this before trying an experiment. She focused on one of her closest friends and got her to disclose all her deepest secrets plus what she really did, and it worked. Christine didn’t know whether to focus on what she was being told or on how she was doing this.

Her ability had all sort of advantageous ramifications as she went about her business of growing up. She wasn’t surprised at what she could do. She was surprised when she eventually realized others couldn’t do this.

Christine, being a mid-teen, absolutely did not want to stand out as a freak, so she kept quiet about what she could do. But, quietly, she kept at it. It was a drug she couldn’t stop.

She went to Pleasant Hill Academy for an interview, a scholarship interview. It was a grueling process and she didn’t think she did well enough. Pity, she thought, there’s a lot of money riding on this scholarship. She was identified by a foundation as being potentially worthy of a place here, which had an excellent academic record, but she thought she’d failed the entrance exams and interviews. She did her best, she was sure of that. Obviously she used her talent, or tried to. But she got no positive responses there. Perhaps it was so many people in one place, all trying for the same thing that interfered with her abilities. She must remember that and watch out for anything similar.

Perhaps it was the sheer boredom of sitting in that room for what turned out to be at least two hours just looking at the screen and responding to the online test. They should have had an air freshener in there as well. That smell was rank. She wished she could remember more of those questions so she could be prepared in case some other institution operated similar procedures.

By the end of the day of tests, she had accepted to herself she had failed. Obviously they wouldn’t offer this scholarship to just anybody, and she didn’t measure up. Ultimately, the standard they expected of their students was simply too high for her. In this company she wasn’t one of the best anymore, she knew that.

She knew she was good enough to get in somewhere worthwhile. But unfortunately, she’d probably have to take out a massive loan. Christine had thought about this before and always her first idea was to use her talent to get money. But while this was an obvious route, she never considered this option as valid. It was the way she was brought up. That was just wrong. She wasn’t a thief.

But she did get in, and with a full scholarship. She was over the moon and spent a happy summer just exploring her individual talent quietly and enthusiastically.

She quickly settled in at Pleasant Hill Academy, establishing herself in a hall of residence and quickly arranged her floor to her liking. This took a week or two as she wasn’t used to turning people like this as well as the sheer numbers involved. Yes, she adjusted people she wanted as boyfriends, but to adjust a whole floor of her own sex was different. At least she thought so, but, in the end, she realized it was just the same.

Christine quickly established a reputation as a stud amongst her friends and as a slut amongst those farther away. If she heard someone calling her a slut, or even if she was told of it by one of her friends, it was an easy job to adjust things to her liking.

In the end, everything settled and Christine settled down to a life of study, with everyone round her helping her as much as possible. Christine wasn’t an ogre and she helped her friends as well. In fact, back home, she had a reputation for helpfulness and empathy. All her friends here ended up as successes because of their new ability to focus effectively on their work and to do it habitually.

One day, she was at a weekly barbeque when she saw something that interested her greatly. She had seen no one she fancied that day, so she was just ambling round talking to people and generally enjoying herself in a low key kind of way, when she saw a young woman, about her age, get taken by another young woman. She didn’t know how she knew what was happening, but she was sure of it. Christine continued eating the chicken leg while staring at the events unfolding before her eyes. She thought she was the only one. Obviously she wasn’t. And a lesbian as well. She was sure the mind controller was a lesbian. It was obvious what that girl was taken for. She had done the same a fair number of times herself, so she should have a good idea. She wondered if the taken one was a lesbian as well. She wondered whether or not she could convert a gay man. That would be an experiment for the future. She decided she would definitely try that.

As she wandered round the barbeque, pondering these matters she looked up at a man just before she bumped into him and fell in love. Utterly, totally and hopelessly in love. He smiled at her and told her to join a group of women he pointed out. Christine joined them. She was the seventh one there and immediately got the impression she was not wanted. In fact, she instinctively knew each one there would cheerfully cut the others’ throats if he would allow it. Christine knew she would. But he wouldn’t allow that. He wanted all of them, so they had to get along.

After some twenty minutes, he beckoned to them and they all followed him like a typical flock of sheep. They only lacked the baaing. Christine pondered why everybody around who saw this didn’t seem to think it strange at all, while she followed, staying with the herd.

He led them to the house he was renting, where they all had to remove their clothes and fawn all over him. He chose two for his bed and retired to his bedroom to test them out. The others had to organize the house and arrange things to his liking. Christine wondered why he hadn’t done this before. After all, they were some months into term now. What had he been doing? She eventually discovered he had had a harem as soon as he arrived, but had grown sick of them, so he let them go and got himself some new ones. Christine considered herself to be incredibly lucky to be there at that particular instant when he had vacancies available.

He was called Gary Troman and was very lax in his housekeeping. And when she realized his housekeeping consisted solely of telling his women to do it she understood that said a lot. It didn’t deter her from loving him though. She could perfectly remember a time before loving him, but she hadn’t known him then, and that was so long ago it wasn’t really important.

She wanted to do what was best for Gary always, so she played the game with the others of the harem and got on with things.

Gary loved watching lesbian sex, so they had to give him a permanent display. He decided who should team up with whom and they simply had to get on with it. It didn’t work nearly as well as Gary wanted until he twigged the girls themselves didn’t like getting on with other girls. Well, most of them were like that. Once Gary finally realized that he simply made them all bisexual with a compulsion to serve him above all others.

Even so, the girls had to be changed every hour or so as they were worn out from orgasming so often (Gary arranged that as well). That left only three to service him in all the other ways as well as doing all the chores. All in all, they were run ragged, especially as they all had to be available at all times. They might be happy and enthusiastic about servicing him until they drop, but that was no good for Gary. So, they had to work shifts.

Whenever Gary went out, he was accompanied by two or three of his harem, depending on his mood. This meant the only lectures the girls got to were Gary’s, and even those were on a loose shift basis, depending on Gary’s mood at the time. Christine realized she would never graduate, but that was nothing, as long as she was with her Gary. Her Gary is all there was, all there is and all there ever will be.

These conditions lasted a few days until Christine finally realized that Gary would be best served if he had only her and not the others. She was embarrassed she took that long to work it out. That way Gary would be in a committed and loving relationship which would greatly benefit him for the rest of his life. Christine simply couldn’t even imagine how her Gary’s wellbeing could be improved from that. It would be best for their kids as well, when they came along. So she amended his mind to not want the other bitches.

That had the benefit of Gary not being changed enough to matter to her and her being totally alone with him forever, which was his preferred option as well—she knew that. So Gary found serious fault with each of them individually and after a couple of weeks, he was left with Christine only.

Christine thought she would have done things differently, been gentler with them. Gary didn’t care about them once he rejected them, so he left them still with their fixations on him intact. But they had to obey orders so they left, crying. Gary never thought of them again and after a couple of days, neither did Christine.

They all needed severe psychiatric help for years after dropping out of Pleasant View Academy just weeks after they were rejected by their reason for living. Even with the best psychiatric help available, their suicide rate was severe until the last one suicided some years after the event.

But it meant a happy time for Christine. She had loads more work to do, but that didn’t matter. He also shared her with his friends and she was glad to do it, just for him. Unfortunately her grades suffered and she realized it wouldn’t be good for her Gary if she had to leave, so she slightly adjusted him to let her have enough time for her own studies. He was glad to do so. This rearrangement of their domestic bliss was good, and they settled into a loving relationship. He never even looked at another woman again.

They were at their coffee bar a couple of months later when she saw a man take her Gary. He was obviously gay and wanted him for himself.

She revised that to bi because she heard him talk to his companion, Pamela, giving her instructions or something. Christine was in shock at losing her Gary and didn’t take much of that in. Whatever. That Pamela was of no account but he was dangerous. Her Gary didn’t want anyone but her now, so the attacker needed to be dealt with and soon, before her whole happiness was in tatters around her ankles. So she adjusted him to fall out of love with her Gary.

It didn’t work.

She panicked and in her mental flailing she added herself to her Gary’s head and the two of them easily threw this interloper’s mind out of Gary’s head. Once her Gary was free of the interloper she withdrew back to her own head, looked and saw the attacker stagger back into Pamela, who was herself looking dazed and unsteady. What was wrong with the bitch? Why doesn’t she just take him and go away? They left eventually, with Pamela leading the defeated and disorientated man away. He followed her meekly. Christine thought it looked like she was in charge now. Whatever—her Gary was safe.

Christine was happy. She had defeated the harem and had fended off a mind control attack. But that set her thinking. She found she had to do all the thinking as her Gary didn’t bother with forward planning. He was lucky he had her. Together they were the golden couple. And Christine would make certain they would stay that way.

Christine found herself worrying about the number of ‘talented’ people here in this campus. Or was that accurate? Was this just a cross-section of the adult population as a whole? Eventually she rejected that thought because that’s not what she had seen back home. She was sure she would have noticed anything like that, even if just in hindsight. So, it was this place then. Something had attracted talented people here.

That conclusion changed things for her and her other half. If someone deliberately did that then the question was, why? What was the purpose? Christine had no evidence except that of her own senses, but she knew enough of science to know that wasn’t enough. In fact, if she told her parents everything she knew she wouldn’t be believed. Oh they would be kind and considerate but ultimately, not even her own parents would believe this. Unless she made then believe it, but turning her own parents was just gross. She wouldn’t do that. Nevertheless, all this meant she was on her own.

She rejected running away. What was the point? If someone, or worse, some government agency, was doing this then they had more resources at their disposal than Christine. Christine only had her lover, who, she knew, was no help at all in this kind of planning. But that was what she was for. Her destiny was to nurture and protect her Gary from all and sundry, so her Gary could live the life he wants and needs and, after a few years, father their children. They were to live out their long and happy lives together—always.

Christine thought on. Christine never wondered at how calm and methodical she was while fighting for their very existences. She just approached the problem from as many different angles as she could think of and then repeated the process when she ran out of angles. There was always something she could worry at, or test.

A couple of days later Christine activated a plan she had thought of, to possibly gain further information. Her plan was initiated while her Gary was sleeping off the alcohol he had drunk the previous night. She took the chief librarian and questioned him, on the assumption he was central to all that was going on here. It seemed a reasonable initial conclusion based on what she saw and knew about the scholarly activities here. It proved to be very worthwhile.

She was informed of a certain Professor Garin de Maromme, who was interested in psychology and AI, and who was researching mind control as part of some contract. His work appeared to be a fusion of psychology, AI, coding, microelectronics and microbiology, but the librarian reported this professor was very close lipped about the actual details of his work. He had published nothing at all. It was the talk of the teaching staff how the professor obtained his funding. That was all he knew. Christine made him forget the conversation and let him go.

Now she had a target. She wondered whether or not her rearranging the librarian’s mind could be detected by someone, especially the professor, but after consideration, she ignored it. She couldn’t, so there was no reason to assume others could. And anyway, she had seen enough action fiction to know in situations like this, she had to stir things up, make waves, divert people’s attentions away from her and her Gary. That wouldn’t work for long. They would eventually get back to her and her love, but hopefully it would be long enough for them to get away clean. Get away in such a way that nobody could ever find them again.

Christine only wanted the simple life with her Gary. She wanted her love to have everything he wanted, well, as long as it wasn’t too outrageous. Obviously, she was included in his life forever now. He understood that and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize their destiny.

Christine was getting worried. She was taking too much time in assessing the danger she and her lover were in. She had to act now, before they did. So she took one of Professor Garin de Maromme’s assistants. She learned the assistants all worked in the dark. Not one of them knew the ultimate purpose of their work. They were all compartmentalized. She also learned the professor kept meticulous notes and backups in his lab and in the cloud. His memory was phenomenal also.

That information was enough for Christine to make a decision.

At her insistence, the taken assistant took her to meet all the other assistants, whom she took, all at once. She had never been able to take a number of people simultaneously before. She took this to be an omen. She was growing stronger. No, they were growing stronger—Her Gary and her. They just needed time before they were invincible and they could live a quiet and happy life ’till the end of their days.

That day, those assistants utterly destroyed the professor’s work. Over ten years’ total effort gone in the press of a delete button. They also ensured the deletion of all backup copies, including the ones on the cloud. Fortuitously, a fire also occurred in the lab that same night which destroyed all paper records as well as all the PCs and tablets where the deleted information might be recovered. Christine was appalled when she learned that the professor and all his assistants died in that fire. According to the news, they were celebrating the success of some unknown project and drank too much alcohol. The fire was accidental and it was unfortunate that nothing of the professor’s research was found.

Christine wondered at this happening. She eventually realized she was lax in her instructions—her instructions to destroy all his work was mingled in with her wish to get rid of him. Christine was certain those assistants, in their controlled state, misinterpreted her words into this absolute solution. She was mortified when she realized she was to blame for their deaths. But her Gary came to her rescue. He wandered over to her when she was quickly becoming guilt ridden and reminded her she was the only one for him, while, at the same time, pushing her down on her knees in order to fellate him once more. This melted her heart yet again, as he had already done time and time again so far in their short time together as a loving and unified couple. Obviously Gary’s safety came before the professor and his work and assistants. That was a no-brainer. Christine wondered what was happening to her when she recalled her anxiety at those deaths.

Christine decided they would leave that day. They took cash in order to disappear for a while. She would arrange them different identities, she was confident of that. Gary became a bit difficult when events finally persuaded him that they were really leaving now.

He realized didn’t want to go. It would mean giving up his scholarship for one thing. And another thing was he was here now and there was all this opportunity just around every corner. He decided to stop daydreaming and get on with it. When he came here and realized the potential, he had resolved to sleep with as many women as humanly possible. He insisted he would restart that mission.

Christine started to tell him, again, about the danger they were both in. She started but never finished. She was interrupted by the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced. It was so massive and sudden her eyelids didn’t have a chance to flutter as they normally did. Her eyes immediately rolled up into her head and all she showed to the world were her whites as her body shuddered while she collapsed to the floor because her muscles just didn’t work anymore, except to make her judder and shake. Sweat poured out of her body and mingled with the pussy juices which flowed freely and pooled on the floor between her legs.

It took a while, she didn’t know exactly how long, but as she recovered she felt renewed love and awe for her Gary. Her one true love. Her star. Her all. She knew he was a God and she must protect him with all the fiber of her being, even if that meant her eternal torture in the fires of Hell. Eventually she had enough cognizance of her surroundings to realize her God was leaving, going out to add another conquest to his collection. She knew he would be back. She knew that for certain because her Gary loved her with all his heart. It was just that her God loved differently from her. And thought differently from her. His strengths were her weaknesses and his weaknesses were her strengths. That was why they were with each other. The eternal lovers. Lovers throughout all eternity. She knew then with all the certainty of a Goddess that her God was putting himself in danger. And that endangered their future children.

The Lord Gary’s orgasm lasted a long time. His whole body was involved this time. As he orgasmed his brain was reduced to pure emotion on a scale he had never before experienced. He just managed to drop his trousers and free his cock. And inundated throughout that emotion was Christine. He now understood, without any qualifications whatsoever, now or in the future, Christine was part of him. They were whole together and each one was nothing without the other. Christine watched her spell work on her Lord and was amazed. It went on and on. His penis engorged just about immediately and he ejaculated with such force his spunk was ejected from his body at a speed that amazed Christine. And it went on and on. Christine approached for a closer look at this Godlike event and suffered a massive spurt of ejaculate straight in her eye. It struck with such force she feared her eye was lost. That didn’t matter to her as long as her God was there to look after her and their children to be, but she sported a black eye for days afterwards.

His skin glowed with an ethereal light the whole time and sweat poured from every pore, soaking him and puddling on the floor. He spasmed uncontrollably. Without being touched his cock was still shooting out spunk at speed at regular intervals without being touched. Christine’s panic started when his spunk became blood. He was shooting out great gobs of blood instead of spunk. At the same time it started to ooze blood. Blood simply oozed out from every part of his penis. The orgasm had diverted so much blood to his penis in such a short time, the blood simply had to escape somehow. Later, Christine realized she was lucky he didn’t just blow his cock off, or ruptured something irreparable. Christine watched his penis ooze a lot of blood before the orgasm died down and his cock subsided. She watched then as he lay in a puddle of sweat, jizz and blood and the oozing blood stopped.

Christine wiped his cock clean with the nearest things to hand, her mouth and her hair. It was only when she saw his cleaned cock not ooze blood that her heart started to slow down from the pace that threatened an aneurism.

They left an hour later. Together.

Christine drove when they left. Her Gary was in no condition to drive. He was still experiencing that total orgasm of the type he had never felt before. His whole body was included and he still couldn’t coordinate his limbs properly or stop the drool from his open mouth as they were driving away. Christine had to half carry him to the car and strap him in. His cock still ached from the amount of blood pumped into it in such a short amount of time as well as the vast amount of semen and blood pumped out of it in such an explosive fashion. Every part of him ached and his brain was dulled into total lethargy from the massive spike his pleasure systems had received. Extreme pleasure had become extreme pain and Gary discovered there was no difference.

Christine thought about her Gary’s bloody cock when they started their journey to freedom. What about the children? She couldn’t allow anything like that to happen again. But what about her Gary’s pleasure? He did love his orgasms and practiced them so assiduously. He must keep them, but, after that, would he want to if he couldn’t reproduce the bliss had had just achieved? Yes, their children could be gotten by a normal orgasm, but that wouldn’t be the same for her Gary. Christine decided that her Gary would be better off with female orgasms, the butterflies, the prickles and everything else that could be ramped up to cosmic levels without even necessitating his cock engorging. That could be achieved. She would even stimulate him via his prostate gland, which meant she would have to get a strap on. That was better, that was doable. Her worries subsided as she thought this through while her Gary drooled down his chin in the seat next to her. She became enthused when she realized she could use a double ended dildo.

Christine saw a sign on the road—Gibby, Atlinosa, Darhampton, Sundermore, Boxter, Savisak, Carclova, Richminster, Darkview, Hulcastle—she had never heard of any of them. They’d stop at one of them tonight and make better plans when she could think properly without worrying.