The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

After all this time, the water seems brackish and stale to me. You couldn’t pay me to swim in it, let alone drink it. Yet this is what’s available because they like it this way.

Four others are in here, swimming enthusiastically to the delight of our masters. The remainder of my pod seems so happy in their exercises. What’s disturbing is they’re spending most of their time under the water. Eventually, you learn to hold your breath for at least three minutes. But I never see a head return to the surface in less than one. I can’t talk to these people anymore. I certainly can’t swim with them. I’m not sure I’m going to make it.

Meanwhile I float here only inches from a white, solid surface. The guards are preoccupied with another platform, barking out brute commands. Nobody seems to be looking. My leg is starting to cramp up from the lack of movement too—some sort of chemical they put in the water. Bastards. I’m coming out.

The moment my knee lands on the surface, a huge bull rushes up to me and barks angrily. Oily, black skin slams into my nose, forcing me to recoil back into the pool.

“Get your filthy flippers off of me, you damned dirty seal!” I cry out and push off the rim in disgust.

I can’t remember when the seals took over. I know it started in San Francisco by the Wharf. First came the huge sea lions securing territory at one of the piers...turned out to be the first wave, ready to attack unprepared tourists. However, they were smart enough to see the emotional response they inspired when the humans started rushing towards them. We watched their “antics” for hours. We liked them.... And when they began taking over other piers, businesses complained. But the tourists and strong environmental lobbies gave away the piers anyway. Over time, the merchants accepted them as we flocked to the widening perimeter of their growing territory, building enormous foot traffic inland. We cheered when the seals appeared in greater and greater numbers. They were just so adorable! How were we supposed to know that this was their Normandy?

Soon they manifested in New York, Baltimore, and New Orleans. In time, they hit every major shipping port in the U.S., converting them into popular tourist areas/base camps. Our trade supplies dwindled. Our oil...our metals.... But we had cute fucking seals, didn’t we? When we couldn’t afford their cuteness any longer, we learned too late what their real agenda was.

“Exercise time is over, Davis. Get out of the pool,” blares a human lackey through a feedback-ridden bullhorn. The bullhorn isn’t necessary at all, as I am only three feet away from him. But they like to get us used to loud barking noises in our face. Thoughtful....

The hallways are white and slick throughout the camp. Perhaps 6′ separate the ceiling to the floor, and there are rumors that our seal masters are going to start constructing new camps with even less clearance, forcing the humans to adopt a stooping posture. Perhaps even a waddle like there’s.

My 6′ cube is close enough to hear the next pod continue its training in the pool. No sounds of protest: just compliant, perfect dives followed by a minute of silence. They are already broken. As I push my inflatable beach ball away from my damp bed, I vow they will never break me.

She arrives an hour or so later. I can hear the distinctive click of high heels, and a rush of blood courses through my stomach, down to my loins. Even from down the hall, the scent of her Channel overpowers the persistent chlorine and herring I am so used to. The scent alone captivates me. I almost moan audibly. Is she visiting me? I have to be strong. She is the first woman I have experienced in the three-months since my final concert and subsequent capture.

“You have company,” an unseen guard announces.

The amazon entering my cell almost has to duck under the doorway. She is tall and buxom with pinned jet-black hair and impossibly steel-blue eyes behind librarian glasses. Her jacket and pants are as obsidian and light-absorbing as her hair. But her blouse is a white button-down affair, and there is the barest hint of cleavage contrasting her pale, freckled skin. She wears a necklace with a blue, yellow, and red ball pendant hanging at the bottom. All I can think is...she’s ageless and...magnetic. Those eyes are so magnetic.... In our first exchanged glance, I think she can read just how strongly her eyes affect me, and she smiles like a predator.

Above her ample left breast is the gold seal pin marking her an interrogator. She’s a traitor to her own people, looking to bring in more traitors amongst the harder cases. I’m almost as flattered as I am aroused by her presence. But it’s not going to work. I won’t play nice. “Hey, nice pin. How many seals did you have to fuck to get one of those?”

The interrogator raises an eyebrow arranging her gear. “Charming,” she responds as she opens her black clipboard and readies a pen. “Anthony Davis...it says here you scored an ‘F’ on the Human-Seal Harmony Scale.” It’s at this point she looks directly at me with a half smile and a steely gaze with those damned blue eyes. “It’s not every day we encounter an ‘F.’”

“It’s not every day I encounter someone who does it for fish!”

An even broader smile is offered to me. She turns to the guards behind her and asks them to leave her to me. “This is going to be bloody, boys. Go get a swim.” The guards happily complied.

She then turned to me, putting down the clipboard with urgency, “Tony, listen to me. I’m not really with Interrogation. We don’t have any time.” With this, she begins unbuttoning her blouse.

I recoil. “Whoa! Whoa there...what are you doing? What the hell is this?”

She puts her hands on mine. Their warmth, god, their warmth..... I audibly gasp despite myself. I have to look into her gaze. “Tony, they won’t let us breed. We need to mate before they outbirth us.”

I yank my hands away from her. “What kind of trick is this? Do you take me for an idiot? Go sell your wares to a manatee!”

With a voice of command I somehow know she was capable of anyway, she startles me. “Tony, look at me. I am telling you the truth. You have to trust me. We have to mate. They will never let me mate otherwise. The tests indicate your genes are untainted and I can see your resistance is strong. We only have a tiny window of time where we can procreate. I’ve been loaded with fertility drugs guaranteeing multiple births. The underground can take me in from there.”

She’s pleading with me. The Amazon is pleading with me. And she’s so fucking hot... Before the seals, I would die for a woman like this. They had to know that when they sent her to me. Are my genes that untainted? Have I resisted this much that they would send a goddess? Look at her eyes as much as you can. Do you want to resist them? Can you?

I look over both of my shoulders for no good reason. I’m facing a wall. Paranoia is so strong. What the hell, I start to justify, I can still fuck her and she wouldn’t get anything. Just to put my face against those breasts of hers....she’s looking at me knowing what I’m thinking, and her eyes begin to smolder before me. I may never have a chance like this again, let alone with...her. “OK, let’s go.”

She sighs with relief, resuming the undoing of her blouse. “OK, but if they register your excessive breathing, the medics will arrive in here. So I have to relax your breathing. Do you understand, Tony?”

“Yeah, but how are you going to do that?”

She sits down beside me, filling my lungs with her scent, blood coursing through my body...I’ve already accepted her despite myself. Her eyes draw my gaze yet again. It’s all the more difficult for the swells of her breasts drawing me in of their own accord. “It’s ok, Tony...stare at my breasts. Watch the rhythm of my breathing and match it to your own. Yes...that’s it. Watch my chest rise and fall. You can watch my breasts...yes....as they rise and fall with my breath....let your chest rise with my chest... let your breathing rise and fall with my breath...you’re doing so well, Tony...you’re breathing with me, and you begin to relax...relaxed and aroused for me as you watch my breasts rise and fall with your breath...follow them, Tony...follow my chest as it rises and falls with your own...we’re breathing so well together...breathing so well...”

All I can do is breathe with her. I want to watch her breasts and it is OK because she wants me to watch her breasts. I am so turned on, and I am breathing with her as she asks...so happy to breathe like she does...to follow her....

“...yes...follow me, sweetheart...follow my hand as it touches the swell of my breast...watch my hand travel up and down my cleavage...exposing just a little more of my breast...it makes you so relaxed and so aroused to watch me touch my breast...to watch my hand rise and fall with your breathing....rise and fall...you’re rising and falling....deeper and deeper...happy...blissful...you want to listen to everything I tell you because I make you feel so relaxed...watch my hand...yesssss....goooood boy....”

I can barely focus...her hand travels up and I want to follow her...want to listen...mustn’t stop or she’ll stop...cock so hard...she’s weakening me...can’t be weak but I want to be weak...so easy to breath and to watch her play with her breast...I can play with her breast....

“...that’s it...bring your hand to me and feel how soft, how heavy my breast is in your hand...let me guide you and stroke it and bring you pleasure as you breathe with me, Tony...if I let go, you will find it impossible to stop massaging my breast...you feel so sleepy and compliant and it feels so good, doesn’t it, Tony?”

“...yes...”

“Yes, it feels so good...let your hand massage my breast as your eyes follow my hand...see how it travels up my neckline...up along the swell of my breast...up to my pretty pendant...watch it, Tony...watch the beautiful ball of red and yellow and blue and white....all the while massaging my breast, mmmmm....making the nipple so hard....watch the pendant as it spins around and around....massage my breast and watch the pendant...this is all you have to do....watch the red and the yellow and the blue and the white...spinning slowly while you touch my body....all you have to do is watch and let it spin...see the colors turn into each other? Red becomes yellow, becomes blue, becomes white... becomes red...”

Colors spin before me...she’s lifting the pendant and my eyes follow...can’t help myself...must follow the red and the yellow becomes blue becomes white...becomes...

“...red becomes yellow becomes blue...mmmmmm...that’s so good, Tony...so very good....watch the ball come closer to you...filling your vision...growing larger...larger as it gets closer....that’s it, Tony...tilt your head back...the ball is above you and growing larger than your own mind....spinning with colors so quickly...it could fall if you don’t balance it....balance it on your nose....yes...balance it, baby...so big and warm...so like my breast...so many colors and only you can control it....you’re spinning the ball and your eyes are focused on the red becoming the yellow becoming the blue becoming the white...you can balance it so well....watch it spin...watch it spin...balance it...yesssss....so good...what a good boy...you deserve to be rewarded...

And with that the ball over my mind is replaced with her vaginal mound, wet, ripe, and musky...I instinctively burrow my face hard against her...lapping away to her enthusiastic moans...and she thrusts into me as I begin to lose whatever is left of my consciousness...I can just hear her words between the urgent thrusts....

“You’re going to be rewarded Tony...you’re going to lose consciousness and dream as I direct you to dream....there...there is no need to resist...no need to...mmmmm....do anything but follow the pretty dream I mold for you...lick me there...yes.....yessssssssssss....and you will be so happy because you made me happy....oh god....GOD....good boy...now breathe and listen to your pretty dream...you’re beginning to black out, Tony...you’re blacking out and about to receive your dream....”

I awake in a long, wooden hallway. Deep red mahogany...good wood...solid and firm.... Floor sticky...good traction...ahhhh.... It leads me to a door and I enter the door and a lady is waiting there. It’s my 6th grade English teacher, and she’s running a restaurant. No, it’s not a restaurant, because the special of the day is hand jobs...it’s a bordellllo....bordello... The word of the day is bordello. I like saying the word bordellllo....

“Hello, Tony, how are you today?” My sixth grade teacher, a 50-ish graying lady, asks me in a friendly voice. She’s smoking on a cigarette which is ok because a sign says it’s ok. My head lolls about and she calls my attention again. “Tony, dear. Is there something we can do for you?”

“I never was very attracted to you, Mrs. Chambliss. But you’re very nice today. And you run a bordellllo....Mrs. Chambliss, are you trying to seduce me?”

My teacher/madame laughs warmly. “No, dear. I run the bordello for the other girls. Come look at our menu and see if there’s something you’d like them to do for you...”

I look down the list and there are so many things! Oh, they had massaaaages, and they had hand jobs and blow jobs and two-for-one specials and then I saw the prices.... “Oh, Mrs. Chambliss, I don’t have enough to pay you...”

“Why don’t be silly! You have lots and lots of money. Go check your pocket...”

There was a large wad in my pocket, but it wasn’t money. So I reached in and grabbed for my...hey wait, this is money.... And I take out a large roll of money as my erection goes away. Aw, I wanted that erection. But now I have money, and I can buy anything I want. What a great time to be in a bordelllllo.... There’s snow jobs and ice jobs and there’s a line at the bottom for the most expensive thing of all. I squint to read the label and then look back to Mrs. Chambliss...

“What the heck is ‘Orkus Porkus,’ Mrs. Chambliss?”

“Oh, Orkus Porkus is only for the most special of clients. You have to be a very special client in order to receive that service.”

I wave the wad of money in front of her. “But lookit all the money...here’s enough for Orkus Porkus....”

She nods, “Oh, that’s an awful lot of money. Yes, dear, you can have Orkus Porkus...come follow me downstairs. But first, I have to blindfold you.”

“Okey dokey, that’s just fine with me.” Away go the lights as she slips a smoky blindfold over me and takes me by the hand down the stairs....oh the traction is wonderful....I’m so happy in the bordellllo....

We walk down the stairs cautiously, and I can tell that the light is very dim inside of here. It’s ok though because the light is dim everywhere behind my funny blindfold...hee hee...

I hear her voice behind me. “Now stand right there and remove your clothes. Do try to keep your blindfold on.”

Oh good, I’m going to be naked. Naked in the basement of a bordello for Orkus Porkus...yea for me!

And then I hear the movement of equipment as I shed the last of my clothing. I can’t make out the smell...oh, it’s Channel...it’s the kind my interrogator wore before she let me impregnate her with...shhh...shhh...mustn’t talk now..Mrs. Chambliss is speaking...”

“Now dear, do you remember when you sang in choir? I remember you had the most wonderful voice!”

“Heh, I sang pretty...I’m a singer....”

“Yes dear. Can you sing an ‘F’ key?

I sang an ‘F’ key perfectly. “Faaaaaaa.....”

Even blindfolded I can hear her joy...“That’s wonderful, Tony! And now we’re going to play Orkus Porkus...just move over a little to the right here...thaat’s it...good! Now, I’ve brought one of my beautiful girls with me, and she’s going to suck on your cock. She’s very impressed with your member, dear. And every time she sucks on your cock, I want you to sing that one ‘F’ note. Ok?”

“That’s a fun game, Mrs. Chambliss...okey dokey!”

“Ok, here we go!” Oh my God, the sucking power the girl has is incredible...“Faaa! Faaa!” and then she moves away to...play horn sounds? It’s Frére Jaques! She’s playing Frére ...Faaa! Faaa! Jaques! Her head is back to me...and her hair is so short...and oily...and...what the fuck it’s a sea...!”

Blinding flash of light knocks out any possibility of coherent thought and my mind sways...and gels, and comes back together...

“...and what the fuck...it’s a...beauuutiful lady...warm and wet and “Faaa!” so good at what she does....yes...so nice...and there’s music too...it’s Frére Jaques and “Faaa!” “Faaa!” I always liked that song and now I get to hear it and “Faaaa!” get blown too...Orkus Porkus is wonderful....thank you Mrs. “FAAAA!” Chambliss for introducing me to this wonderful...thing....”

“Sleep now, dear....sleep.....”

Two months later....

Tony’s interrogator earns her name among the Seal Masters for the successful conversion of her prey. Glooborkbork sits with pride among the most honored of humans who aid in the conversion of their peers. They gather for a special concert, a tiny stage surrounded by a huge moat full of seals and sea lions. They clap their flippers wildly as Tony Davis swims out to the little island, stands before the array of horns, strips naked, and stares blindly, expectantly out into the crowd. At the throne area, two huge sea lions garbed in the Royal Crown Jewels of England bark to each other, impressed by the display of subjugation before them.

He doesn’t see what’s in front of him. He no longer wishes to, nor does he desire his blindfold. He wills not to see and therefore does not. It adds to the suspense. Will it be a seal or a woman this time? It didn’t matter. He used to prefer the women, but now...ah now he knew so much more....

Glooborkbork smiles proudly as a fellow interrogator nudges her in the side. He speaks much more loudly than needed, but he must keep up appearances. “I say! You’ve done an amazing job with Mr. Davis!”

She yells back, “Thank you! He was a challenging subject to deal with! But I think it was worthwhile!”

“Tell me!” the man continues, wiping some water off his cheek, “Why did you make such an effort with him in the first place?”

“We tested him earlier,” she shouts. “We discovered he sings a perfect ‘F’note! And without a perfect ‘F’ note, you can’t play Frére Jacques on the Human-Seal Harmony Scale!”