The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was an eternity between the time that I collapsed in front of her and when she finally rose from her throne. So much of the time was spent grinding myself into the floor. It had been too hard to think. Besides, I hadn’t wanted to think of anything besides Alana. I’d been wanting her for twenty long years.

Even if she wasn’t giving me what I needed she was so close that I could smell her. I could taste her taste mingling on my lips with Shisho’s. Like the rest of her, Shisho’s taste didn’t interfere. It was still all too easy to savor my sister’s.

My younger sister. My twin. Sitting on her throne. Watching me. It was torment, but torment that I had expected.

It wasn’t as if I’d come to her and knelt right away.

Between us, even with the burning need she’d inflicted on me, I was still winning. I was still the one getting just what I wanted. She hadn’t taken that away from me by denying me the touch that I’d craved. The promise of her proximity still deliciously to teased my mind’s clit.

The thing about being transparent isn’t that something is invisible. It’s that you look right through it and only see it based on what is on the other side. As I squirmed and writhed my dear Alana saw exactly what she wanted to see. I don’t think she even suspected that it wasn’t me. She was too busy enjoying it.

That was a place I was all too familiar with inhabiting myself.

“So, what am I supposed to do with you? You know that number I did on you isn’t something you were supposed to escape. I’d practiced for years. You never refused any of my nudges. All of my suggestions worked without a hitch. And then you ran away. I knew you’d come crawling back, so I told you that when you did I’d never let you get away again. You weren’t supposed to take that as some sort of threat. You were supposed to take it as a promise. I’ve spent the last twenty years trying to figure out what went wrong.” She pressed her foot against my hip, and shoved.

I rolled onto my back without a second thought. My legs spread as I tried desperately to hump the air like I had the floor. There was no friction. I remember whining and pouting, wiggling against the floor as if to press myself back enough to feel that pressure from the other side. It didn’t help, but it gave my hungry body something to do.

Alana slid her big toe along an arched thigh, and I screamed so sharply it felt like something in my throat broke when the sound abruptly ended.

Feeling her skin against mine brought back all the heat of her sun. Her dominance burned and throbbed through me, but my skin remained perfectly pale. She always preferred me pale. The time I’d spent finding ways to make the sun only increase my pallor instead of diminish it had been time obediently and eagerly ceding to her will.

Even when I didn’t realize they were ways she was exerting her control… she was right. I took every suggestion she ever gave. Especially the ones I didn’t know were hers.

“I wondered for a while if maybe it was the magic inside of you. You know, since magic takes willpower, maybe your magic forced your will to fight back so your magic wouldn’t be completely snuffed out… But none of the other sorceresses I took ever fought back like you did. I even ran experiments. I’d replace a woman’s memories with a simulacrum of yours, and treat her in subtly different ways. Sometimes more firm. Sometimes more gentle. Each and every time they buckled, snapped, or broke. None of them fled. None of them thought of getting away from me.”

Alana’s toe pressed to my eager clit. I screamed, but it was hard to hear the sound over how loud her toe felt. I needed that feeling. Finally, I had something of her to grind against. Her foot pulled back as I arched, but never went completely away.

It was torture, and my mind shuddered with pitiful wanting. Every time that faint feeling of more of her touch, more of her presence burned through me my mind clenched around it like my pussy wanted to clench around anything she would give it. I was in erotic agony, wanting more yearning even as much as I craved fulfillment.

My sister laughed, and pulled her toe away when she finally stood.

“And besides, all of that proved to be nonsense, too. I tested it for myself, just so you know. A sorceress without any semblance of her own will can still work magic. Perhaps she lacks a certain creativity, but she can be a good tool when all that you want is something strong and ruthless. Maybe someday I’ll let you see the results of my experiments. Even the data on you. I collected so much. There isn’t a sorceress that you didn’t fuck that I haven’t thoroughly experimented with to try discovering why or how you broke away.

“But I’m wasting time. You won’t break again, because I’m going to break you of that bad habit. Free will. What use does a big sister have for free will?” Alana laughed, and stepped to right above my head. “At least my big sister. Some might be the ones who have to be responsible. Do all of the thinking. But that was never you. Your purpose was to be adored. Loved.”

Even mindless I had a hard time reconciling what she’d done to me with the concept of love. Twisting my concept of my self to align to what she wanted me to be, seducing me into making myself her waking fantasy, neither of those things sounded like love. Infatuation, but not love.

Adored? She’d always adored me. Even before we had our magic she’d never wanted to be parted from me. My earliest memory was always her arms wrapped around my waist as she refused to let go.

My next memory is of telling her that she never had to let go, and that I would never be so cruel as to make her.

“And I can’t fault you for your performance. You were always so good at being… adorable. You took your role as the big sister so seriously. You took the lead and brought me with you everywhere you went. You were inspiring, beautiful… clever.

“Until I realized what I really wanted, I thought that I wanted to be you. Then I realized that I wanted to be just who I was. Your adoring little sister. I just wanted you to be exactly the way I wanted you to be all the time. Now we’re going to go back to the way things used to be.

“You’re going to make your little sister cum with that perfect mouth of yours. It’s one thing I made sure you never wanted to changed. Identical lips. It always turned me on to kiss lips that I knew were the same as mine.” She purred as she lowered herself to my knees with her pussy hovering right over my face. I licked my lips and whined. “Having those lips down there is even better. It’s like I’m fucking myself, but with all the fun of being fucked by someone else. Fuck me.”

She hadn’t even needed to tell me once. As soon as her sex was close enough for my tongue to reach I was lost in her body. My mind was full of countless memories of her playing my body like a musical instrument, but I remembered her cunt like a favorite book.

The folds of her pussy were just like I remembered them. Her hips moved the same way they always had. She tasted nostalgic.

So much of her erotic heat pouring down on me made my brain wilt as a flower given too much sun and too little water. I could feel the waves of heat coiling seductively around important parts of my mind and pressing them apart like nether lips to press ever deeper. The deeper her heat burned the quicker my tongue flicked at her clit as my lips suckled desperately. I needed more of her nectar to put out the fire burning through my body. I needed to find some form of ease, but all that I found was more arousal.

Alana’s fingers threaded through my hair and pulled so mercilessly hard. There was nothing between my face and her sex. She rode me like an animal, and screamed as she came.

Her juices soaking my face didn’t make her stop. She didn’t even ease the frenzied movements of her hips. Her neck was thrown back, chest arched out lewdly as she screamed and moved her body with a remarkable flexibility. I hadn’t wondered at the time if she’d enhanced her spine. All I’d known was how hungry the way she moved made me for more of her.

“The best! You’re the best sex toy that I ever had! MMmmm I think I’ll help you remember things the way they used to be. I might... Mmmm I might even let you think you’re the responsible one again. I could just spend… Oooh… My time… Cuddled up… To your arm… Whispering into your ear… a hand b-between…y-your… l-legs… yessss!” Alana howled as she lost herself again to a pleasure that I had never realized was so mutual.

All of those years I’d spent away I’d never once considered that in making me her deepest fantasy she’d become just as reliant on me as I had on her. I didn’t realize that with her pussy rubbing against my face, but all I could realize then was how wonderful she was.

I came with her, my mind pooled in my head in such a way that I was barely able to remember my own name. She hadn’t screamed it out. Instead she screamed “sister” each time.

I might have wondered then if we had always truly been sisters. Maybe we hadn’t been born as twins after all. Maybe the time that we spent so perfectly identical was a memory she weaved inside of my head, or her magic manifesting so much before mine. As with all of the ways she’d changed me, all that mattered was how I’d become for her changes. If I only existed because she shaped me from clay I still existed.

She was still my sister.

“Mmmm but this isn’t why you came back. You didn’t come back to fuck me. As much as I’d like to convince myself otherwise, I’m not that foolish. Oooh… Fuck. No, you came back for your little sister to make you feel the way that only she can make you feel. Didn’t you?” She released my hair and my head fell to the floor with a soft thud.

I couldn’t respond—not right away. I was too busy savoring her taste. I had to get every little bit of it that I could. I needed to be drowned in the nostalgic nectar of my sister’s pussy.

Everything else, even responding to the woman whose presence were threaded through my mind like puppet strings, came after that.

When she crawled away from my face I pouted for her return. There was no more of her fresh sticky wetness that my tongue could reach on its own. I wanted more of her. I needed more of her. Alana was my drug, and I already needed another hit.

“Oh stop whining, sister. Mmm. Sister. That word… Is there a sexier word, Bridgette? Sissssster. Sssssister. Mmm. The way it rolls off of the tongue. The way it drips right into your hot needy cunny…” I was too dazed to lean up enough to see that she’d crawled her way between my legs. Even feeling her breath against my smooth dripping pussy lips hadn’t prepared me.

Alana plunged her fingers deep inside of me, and all of that hot perfect magic spread through me as though she’d shoved a supernova deep between my thighs. My vision was awash with twisting popping colors I’d never seen during any other experience. The world under me was a dripping oil slick pool of shining rainbow heat.

That time my voice broke before I could even scream.

All those years, this had been what I was craving. Shapes without names twisted and broke in front of my eyes. They were shaped more from scent than light. Alana’s magic bent and twisted my every sense into another conduit for pleasure. I heard myself cum without a voice.

The taste of her pleasure was sweeter than any dessert, and held me tighter than the heat that still burned and gripped me from the inside of my own mind. She had me like no one else had ever had me before.

Anyone but her.

I don’t know how long I writhed mindlessly under her assault. Thoughts of my own pleasure made me cum as much as her touch or her magic. The fulfillment of such a long delayed pleasure was alone more than I could stand.

I came until I couldn’t stay conscious anymore, and then I woke up cumming all over again. Her lips found my nipples, and her other hand found… everywhere. Just like before she was using my perfected body for her pleasure, and I wanted her to. I wanted her to find every last place that would make her feel good to squeeze or bite or suck and to just give it to her. She held nothing back, and neither did I.

We existed as one writhing, screaming, trembling mass of sibling flesh. One moment and the next blurred as she used my own concept of time to make it so she was always fucking me, would always be fucking me, in a present that never ended and had never began.

I began a sweating cum soaked mess of a woman.

When it ended I was an utter mess.