The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Oliver could already taste victory. Claire, in complete silence, accompanied him through the interior of their house like a trained puppy. But that wasn’t even the best part. The best part was what she was wearing.

Her new suit—or what was left of a suit—barely counted as clothing. If her old Mindforce outfit was practical and modest, this was the complete opposite. It was a black bodysuit with cutouts barely covering her tits and pussy; her cleavage was on full display, her nipples threatening to pop out any second; and the high-cut design made sure her ass was completely exposed. She looked like she belonged in a fantasy, not walking beside him like this was normal.

And that was the other best part—she thought it was normal.

He had taken care of that little mental adjustment earlier, shaping her into something better, something sexier. Mindforce was gone. This? This was Slutforce now.

Smiling, he pressed a hand against the small of her back, guiding her through the stairs toward the bedrooms, already picturing how this night would end—with her under him, panting, begging, cumming... Just a few more steps, and she’d be his for the night.

“Slutforce,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear. “Let’s go to your room. I think it’s time we get rid of that suit.”

“As you command, master,” she nodded.

Then the door slammed shut behind them.

“Where do you two think you’re going?”

Oliver didn’t even have to turn around to recognize that voice. It was Jessica, their sister.

Claire stiffened beside him, the heat between them instantly cooling. Oliver forced a smile, but before he could even process his next move, both he and Claire turned to look at Jessica.

She stood there in her pajamas, looking completely out of place in contrast to Claire’s nearly naked, hypersexualized outfit. Her arms were crossed, her lips pressed into a firm line, eyes narrowing as they went between Oliver and the masked figure beside him.

Oliver couldn’t help but laugh softly at the absurdity of it. One sister dressed like a lingerie model from a porno, the other like she just rolled out of bed. No wonder Jessica was pissed—she looked like a nun next to Claire.

“Who the hell is this slut?” she asked, not even recognizing her own sister.

But then, as she took a step closer, something clicked in her mind. It was as if the lights in the whole house had turned on at the same time, giving her the chance to finally see who she was calling a slut. In a matter of seconds, her anger vanished as confusion flashed in her eyes—then shock. Her gaze locked onto Claire’s masked face, scanning her from head to toe, and for a moment, she looked horrified.

“Wait... no. No fucking way. Claire?” Jessica’s voice cracked as she took another step forward, her eyes unable to get away from her younger sister’s outfit. “What the hell are you wearing?!”

“I’m not Claire anymore. I’m Slutforce.”

Jessica blinked. Then, she let out a high-pitched laugh. “Oh, fuck off. Take that ridiculous thing off and stop playing stupid games.”

She turned to Oliver, arms still crossed. “And you, stop encouraging this shit. What the hell are you two even thinking? If Mom comes back and sees her like this, we’re all screwed.”

Oliver perked up at that. “She’s out?”

“Yeah, on a mission,” Jessica confirmed, rubbing her temple like she was already exhausted. “If she sees Claire prancing around like some cheap cosplay hooker, she’s gonna lose her mind.”

Oliver grinned. If Ultra Woman was out on one of her missions, that meant he had time. A lot of time. Her assignments lasted anywhere from hours to full nights—sometimes even days. That was the beauty of it. Once she was out, she was out. No sudden interruptions, no overbearing lectures, no meddling motherly instincts swooping in to ruin the fun.

Jessica could whine all she wanted, but she wasn’t a real threat. She had no power here. Ultra Woman, though—she was the real obstacle. The only person who could stop anything from happening inside the house. And right now? She was far, far away.

Jessica was still standing there, but now, Oliver was paying attention to her. If Claire had been remade, why stop at one?

Why not have them both?

Two sisters, two perfect little playthings. One already molded exactly how he wanted—slutty, obedient. And the other? The one who always looked down on him, who always laughed of his lack of powers? Oh, she was going to be fun to break.

First, he would take them both to the bedroom. Strip Jessica of that ugly-ass pajama set, fuck her together with Claire. Then, after finishing with them, he would give Jessica something tight, revealing—something that showed off that body she always hid under baggy clothes. Even rename her. Something just as fitting as Slutforce. And then? Let them fight crime together. Just the way he liked it.

They thought they were heroines. But to him? They were nothing but toys. Toys to fuck. Toys to shape. Toys to finally get his revenge on.

Jessica was still talking, still scolding him with that attitude she always had. Oliver just smiled.

She had no idea what was coming.

Ignoring whatever she was saying, he chanted the magic words to put Jessica in the same state as Claire: “Obscura Vinculum Obediens.”

Before Jessica could say another word, something changed. An invisible force slammed into her, rooting her to the spot. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her expression contorted in confusion, then panic. Her skin paled, and a tear slipped from her left eye.

For a brief moment, she tried to resist. She felt it—this foreign, invasive force crawling into her mind, wrapping around her thoughts like chains tightening, squeezing, suffocating. A scream built in her throat, but it never came. Her body ignored her; her muscles refused to move. She was trapped in herself, stuck in a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.

Oliver stood there, silent as doubt flooded his thoughts. Was she... fighting it? No, that wasn’t possible. Claire had fallen instantly. Why was Jessica—

Then, all at once, her body slackened; her pupils dilated slightly, her tension disappearing.

The fight was gone. Jessica was gone.

“Jessica? Can you hear me?” he asked.

“Yes, master. I can hear you.”

Oliver jumped hard upon hearing his sister’s response. After spending so much time suffering thanks to both of them, it was time to have some fun.

After the three of them entered Claire’s room, Oliver sat on the bed, looking at them both in disbelief. Finally, he was in control.

“Well, well, well,” he said, getting up and pacing the room as he thought about his next move. “Two hot bitches under my control, a totally free night, and also, a lot of desire to fuck on my part. What do you think of this? Hmmm? Claire?”

“I am here to serve you, master,” Claire said, her tone cold and calm despite the circumstances.

“And you?” Oliver turned to Jessica.

“My duty is to obey,” Jessica answered.

Clapping softly, Oliver soaked in how delicious the words sounded coming from them. He could very well fuck them right there until exhaustion, but why not enjoy the situation a little? Not only was it the fact that he could do whatever he wanted to them, but it was the fact that he would make them do something that had never crossed their minds.

“Let’s heat things up a little,” he said. “I want you to make love to each other, but do it slowly, softly. Behave like two lesbians eager for sex.”

The moment the order was given, everything else faded. No hesitation, no second thoughts—just raw, uncontrollable need. It was like a switch had flipped inside them, like something deep in their brains had been rewired. One second they were just standing there, the next they were all over each other, like they’d been starving for this their entire lives.

Their lips smashed together, tongues pushing past parted lips, saliva mixing. It wasn’t a soft, romantic kiss—no exploring, no slow build-up—just wet, hungry mouths clashing.

They pressed together, tits squished tight between them, nipples dragging against warm, smooth skin. Their hands roamed, sliding down backs, gripping hips, pressing closer like they were trying to fuse into one.

Slowly, their knees buckled, and they let themselves sink onto the thick carpet, never breaking . Even on their knees, their bodies remained tangled, mouths still fused.

Jessica was the first to act, running her hands up her sister’s sides, cupping her tits over her uniform, thumbs rolling over her stiff nipples. Claire gasped, shuddered, pushing into the touch like she couldn’t get enough.

Beginning the undressing, Claire reached for the Jessica’s pajama top, tugging it up, sliding it over her head, exposing her braless tits. Then, the younger girl took her older sister’s shorts and pulled them down, leaving her only with her panties.

“Just like that,” Oliver encouraged. “Now, her panties.”

Claire did the right thing, taking the straps of her sister’s panties and slowly pulling them down. Helping the girl, Jessica herself raised her legs, allowing the thong to travel to the floor, thus leaving her completely naked.

Jessica shivered at the sudden exposure but wasted no time, running her hands down her partner’s back, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her body suit. With a few swift movements, it was undone, slipping off her shoulders and down her arms until it pooled on the floor. Now, fully naked, they pressed together again, skin to skin, mouth to mouth, pussy to pussy.

And then, without a word, they knew what was next.

With a soft movement, Claire nudged her sister down, pushing her onto her back as she straddled her, but she wasn’t staying on top for long. Pulling her down, Jessica made sure they adjusted, moving until their bodies were perfectly aligned, faces buried between each other’s thighs.

A perfect sixty-nine.

With Oliver still watching in awe, Jessica’s warm lips pressed against Claire’s pussy, her tongue sliding over her clit as she tasted her sister for the first time. Claire moaned at the sensation, her hips pushing forward, craving more. On the other side, Jessica responded by dragging her tongue slowly up Claire’s slit, savoring every drop of wetness, even swallowing the first drops that leaked from that dripping pussy.

“That’s it, little bitches,” Oliver said again, taking his cock out and stroking it. “Don’t stop.”

Meanwhile, Claire buried her face deeper between Jessica’s legs, her tongue swirling around her pussy, licking at her swollen clit, pressing harder, making Jessica’s thighs tremble.

Unable to contain the heat, Jessica clenched her thighs around Claire’s head as the pressure inside her reached the breaking point. Her body tensed, every muscle locking up for a split second before the pleasure exploded through her. A deep, almost animalistic moan ripped from her throat as her orgasm hit, her pussy spasming against Claire’s tongue. She ground her hips forward, riding the waves, her juices spilling, coating Claire’s lips, her chin, dripping down onto the floor beneath them.

Claire wasn’t far behind. Feeling Jessica come undone above her only pushed her closer, her own body shuddering as heat coiled tight in her core. Her moans grew louder, muffled against Jessica’s soaked pussy, her tongue still working, still devouring. And then, it hit—her back arched, fingers gripping hard onto Jessica’s ass as her orgasm tore through her. A strangled cry escaped her, her legs shaking, pussy pulsing, sending fresh waves of slickness onto Jessica’s waiting mouth.

Their juices mixed, smeared across each other’s faces, dripping down their thighs. But despite this, they didn’t stop immediately.

For nearly thirty minutes, they stayed tangled in each other, mouths and fingers never pausing, pushing each other to the brink over and over again. Jessica’s tongue moved lazily, milking every last tremor from Claire, licking her clit with slow strokes, keeping her on the edge just to hear her whimper. Claire, despite the exhaustion creeping into her limbs, refused to give Jessica a break, dragging her tongue through the wet mess between her thighs, licking up every drop, her fingers pressing deep, curling just right to make Jessica arch and beg.

Thanks to their performance, their bodies were now covered with sweat and their own release, muscles shaking from the relentless pleasure. Every time one of them thought they were spent, the other found a way to pull another moan from their lips, another gasp, another desperate plea for more.

By the time their bodies finally slowed, they were completely drained, but despite that, this was just beginning.

“That was goooood!” Oliver exclaimed, letting his cock rest. “But now, time for me to enjoy a little something. You two. To bed. Now.”

And with that order, the girls obeyed, heading to Claire’s bed to wait for their brother...

To be continued...