The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“...and that concludes tonight’s show!” Boomed the Great Mysterius, stage hypnotist, “Thank you to all of my attendees and my amazing volunteers! Good night!”

With one quick bow and a single wave, the short stage performer retreated beyond the curtains and towards the backstage, leaving the lights to brighten in the auditorium and the crowd to commence in a wave of applause; a few stragglers making a quick dash for the doors, looking to beat the traffic.

As the auditorium cleared out, laughter and chatter slowly moving towards the main atrium of the concert hall that the show had been calling home for the past month, one straggler chose to stay behind, sitting in silence while the rest of the group filtered out. A tall, blonde woman with piercing blue eyes, a perfectly-curved nose with plump lips and a smile that was both soft and vicious, sat in wait, practically going unnoticed by the many friend groups and corporate employees in attendance of the show tonight. Had she been standing, she was sure to have attracted a much larger crowd. Standing at 6′1″, with large 36G breasts and a curvaceous behind that seemed to bounce with every step, Kendal Matthews was a hard person to miss. Her presence was one that turned heads on every street she walked on and every room she entered.

But tonight was not about turning heads; it was about the man who had dawned the stage and the spotlight.

Kendal had a secret; by day, she was Kendal Matthews, the 27-year-old owner of a small, local coffee shop on the outskirts of Union City; quaint, but successful in her own right. By night, she was the superheroine Brightstar; the flying, super-strength heroine that was all over the evening 6’o’clock news, stopping crime all throughout the city.

And on this particular evening, the “Great” Mysterius was priority target number one for her.

Upon seeing that the auditorium had completely cleared out, with the attendees gathering in the atrium for last minute photos and conversations, and with the security funneling out with them to try and maintain decorum, the tall blonde finally stood, stretching her large frame to full capacity. Glancing around to ensure there were no cameras or anything to capture her actions, she peeled her top up off over her head and with one swift motion, pulled her jeans down past her ankles, revealing her white leotard with gold trim and matching white boots. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity, pushing the boundaries of her uniform’s stretch with plenty of cleavage showing. While she was no stranger to being sexualized and wasn’t exactly fond of it, she did have to it that her “assets” had helped distract a few assailants on a number of occasions.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her gold mask that rested on her nose and cheeks, piercing blue eyes peering out from the shaped eyeholes.

Hovering from the stands to avoid footstep detection, she slowly made her way to the stage, past the curtains, and into the backstage section where props, gadgets and various pieces of equipment were strewn about.

“Ah...Miss Brightstar,” came an ever-so-slightly manly, ever-so-slightly nasally voice, causing Brightstar to jump and turn towards the voice.

Peering down through her golden mask, Brightstar made eye with Mysterius, though compared to the heroine, he certainly didn’t appear all that “great”.

Standing at just 5′7″, the scrawny stage man looked like a shrimp compared to the towering heroine. It certainly didn’t help his case that his thick-rimmed glasses, slightly greasy dark brown hair, and scrawny build made him look barely 18 compared to the blonde goddess across from him; despite the fact that he was 22.

“Mysterius,” Brightstar said firmly, hovering down towards the scrawny man, “I’ve come to ask you some questions.”

“Questions?” Mysterius asked with genuineness and a hint of a glimmer in his eye that rubbed Brightstar the wrong way, “about what?”

“You know about what,” she landed in front of the short man, looking down at him.

“I can’t say I do,” he shrugged, not backing down an inch, “care to enlighten me?”

“The college kids dirtbag,” she growled in response, “where are they?”

“I do have plenty of college kids who attend these shows,” the frumpy man said turning his back to the heroine to start cleaning up the stage, “so they’ve probably all gone back to their dorms or apartments or houses or wherever they live.”

Brightstar, annoyed by the man’s cavalier attitude and carefree demeanor towards her presence, grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him back around, picking him up by his shirt. Despite all this, the man didn’t show an ounce of panic on his face, infuriating the heroine even further.

“Where are they?!” Brightstar yelled in his face, “the college girls who have been going missing! I know you have something to do with their disappearances!”

As the two made eye once more, with Mysterius’s at the mercy of the heroine holding him, Brightstar felt a dull pressure build right behind her eyes. But just as soon as it had come on, it had vanished, leaving her slightly confused momentarily, the rage only barely subsiding before building once more.

“I really don’t know what you mean,” Mysterius said, holding his hands up innocently.

The heroines face in front of him twisted with fury.

Placing Mysterius down, the heroine reached up and straightened his shirt where she had gripped it before reaching down to her own leotard and peeling it off; her breasts spilling out over the top of the neckline, bouncing in front of her as they were freed, nippled hardening quickly in the cool auditorium air. Her hands quickly flew up to her face, pulling her mask up off over her head with a satisfied smirk. She arched her back out, jutting her breas...titties out, making sure they were on full display.

Mysterius smirked with bemusement, making no effort to hide his gaze as he took in the sight of Brightstar’s naked body. This made Brightstar even angrier.

“I’m not playing around,” she said angrily, “I know you’re the one responsible!”

“Oh is that right?” Mysterius chuckled, sarcastically responding, “And what evidence do you have to this grand ‘claim’ of yours?”

Brightstar’s rage had boiled over. Sinking down to her knees, she closed the distance between her and the frumpy man, and in one swift motion, broke the belt buckle on his pants, ripping the leather out of the belt loops. She pawed aggressively at his boxers, tearing them as they fell down his legs, exposing his semi-erect cock. Without hesitation, Brightstar took it in her hands carefully, guiding it in between her lips as she looks up, staring daggers at Mysterius.

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“Ohhhhh yeah, just like that,” Mysterius moaned, “keep on talking, that vibration feels so good.”

His satisfaction angered the heroine further, causing her to pick up speed. Before long, Mysterius was close to orgasm. Grabbing the heroines hair, he thrusted hard into the back of her throat; his 7″ cock slamming harder and harder, his balls slapping her chin. Despite this, with tears streaming down her face and anger still burning in her eyes, the heroine stayed true to the task at hand.

With one large thrust and a loud grunt, Mysterius shot white ropes down the throat of the heroine, who greedily swallowed, making sure to get every last drop.

Pulling off of his cock with a resounding pop, the heroine looked up smugly at Mysterius as if she had just proven her point.

“So...” she said, panting, catching her breath, “are you going to come quietly? Or do I need to make things worse for you?”

As they made eye , again, that same small, dull pressure right behind her eyes flared up and disappeared once more before she could truly what had happened, leaving her a little more confused and dazed than before, if only momentarily longer.

“Oh please, by all means,” Mysterius smirked as the heroine blinked away the cobwebs that had momentarily clouded her mind.

“My pleasure,” she smirked, ready to take the scrawny man down.

Dropping onto her hands and knees, the heroine turned around; her round, peach-shaped ass pointing in the sky, her glistening, dripping pussy on full display for Mysterius, the faint scent of sex wafting through the air. Her tits hung low, rubbing on the ground as her ass swayed back and forth in an attempt to coerce the crooked man. While she could use her super strength and likely easily crush the small man behind her, every good superheroine knew that the best way to truly defeat an enemy was to gather as much of their sperm as possible in as many holes as she could.

With one hand ing her upper body, her other hand snaked around behind her, delicately grasping the man’s already-hardening member, guiding it to the entrance of her pussy. Without a second thought, her body rocked backwards, his rod thrusting deep inside her with a wet sound and a loud moan emanating from the heroine herself.

Rocking back and forth on his now fully erect cock, the heroine tried her best to pick up the speed and milk every last drop of cum out of his evil dick.

“So,” the man said in between her bouncing and their combined moans and grunts, “you think I’m guilty?”

“Obviously,” she responded coarsely.

“But guilty of what,” he responded with a slap on her ass, eliciting another loud moan, “no crime has even been committed.”

“Wait...huh?” Brightstar said in between moans. Her confusion caused her to stop her movements, which were instantly picked up by Mysterius thrusting into her.

Thoughts and memories of weeks worth of investigations, anonymous tips, and interviews slowly faded from her memory, leaving a complete void in its wake and a confused, clueless heroine to be pounded.

“What...what am I doing here?” The heroine asked aloud to herself.

“I don’t know,” the man behind her said, continuing to slam into her pussy, “you’re the one who came to my show.”

Brightstar blinked slowly, the rocking of her powerful hips now fully taken over by the hypnotist deep inside her.

“I... came to your show?” she murmured, the words feeling strangely heavy on her tongue, “But why...? I was... supposed to be doing something important...”

Mysterius chuckled softly and gripped her wide hips tighter, pounding into her with steady, deliberate strokes that went unnoticed thanks to a little suggestion earlier.

“You were asking silly questions,” he said smugly.

“I was?” She asked reflexively.

“Yeah,” he said confidently, picking up the pace of his thrusts, “and talking crazy nonsense about being the superheroine Brightstar.”

“But I am Brightstar!” The blonde protested, a moment of clarity returning to her.

How could he say such a thing? Of course she was Brightstar!

“Really?” He asked inquisitively, “because Brightstar is a powerful superheroine that wears a big shiny costume, and right now you don’t look like that at all. No costume, you don’t look all that super to me. You’re not Brightstar.”

“But I’m...not...?”

Her mind reeled once more, thinking back to memories of fighting crime, stopping bad people from doing bad things, dropping criminals off to the police station and shaking hands with the police chief and the mayor; only for her to realize that she had been watching that on television, envious of the powerful heroine. Of course she wasn’t the super strong, amazing Brightstar.

“No, of course not,” he said with confidence, confirming the fact deep in the blonde’s psyche.

She was Kendal, just a normal woman, not the superheroine that fought crime every night, defending the city. What a silly idea!

“Yeah, no, that wouldn’t make sense,” she said in agreement as Mysterius reached around and groped one of her dangling breasts.

“And so who are you then exactly?” The hypnotist asked, not missing a beat as he continued his slow and exaggerated thrusts.

“I’m....uhnnnn....Kendal,” she said between her moans.

“Hmm, you don’t strike me as a Kendal. I think you just forget about Kendal altogether,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Forget...about...me?” She responded in confusion.

But before the statement he had made could even fully in her head, thoughts and memories began to fade to white.

In her mind, she was desperately trying to cling to any sense of self she could. Memories of starting her business; of long nights punching numbers and the stress of bills piling up before the success had ever come. The highs and lows and emotional baggage she had collected from becoming as successful as she had been, all gone. In what felt like an eternity but was merely an instant, she felt a large gap in memory where her work life had been. Hadn’t she worked?

Long-forgotten ideologies and complex equations to ways of thinking that she had learned during her time at Union University had became distant echoes before vanishing completely. Faces of friends, professors, acquaintances, and even the one cafeteria worker who was always nice to her became more and more unrecognizable before the very notion of those people had disappeared entirely.

High school, middle school, her prom, first kiss, losing her virginity, all gone. And all she could do was sit there and feel it happen; feel her history, memories, her very sense of self slowly unravel into a void. Even new thoughts that she formed vanished upon creation.

After a while, confused noises and soft moans fell silent, and as she sat there, her ass slapping the front of Mysterius’s thighs, her head drooped as her muscles relaxed, her brain no longer in operation. Mysterius grabbed a fist full of her blonde locks and pulls her head back up. Her bright blue eyes stared straight ahead at nothing, as drool dribbled off her lower lip.

“That’s it, just forget,” he grunted, edging closer to his own orgasm, “no need for memories, or thoughts. I’ll do all that thinking for you. You just take this cock like a good girl.”

With no memories left inside her head, she couldn’t even understand the concept of denying. Even the concept of pleasure felt like distant, forgotten dream.

“You know,” the hypnotist said casually, not breaking his rhythm, “I do those college girls come to think of it! Not that you them, but yeah, it was me after all, sorry about the confusion.”

The girl didn’t have a response that could form.

With one final thrust and a loud groan, Mysterius rammed deep into her quivering pussy, shooting another load into the unresponsive blonde.

He placed one final slap on her peach-shaped ass before pulling out slowly, panting as he attempted to catch his breath.

“Now...” he said, looking down at the girl, whose head lulled back down between her arms, “let’s get some more commands in you.”

One month later

“...and that concludes tonight’s show!” Boomed the Great Mysterius, stage hypnotist, “Thank you to all of my attendees and amazing volunteers! And a special thank you to my beautiful assistant!”

He gestured exaggeratedly towards the tall blond bombshell, who received whistles, hoots and hollers. She returned their cheers and cat calls with a bright smile and energetic wave to the crowd. She wore a white leotard with gold trim and matching white boots.

The pair bowed to their audience, with the girl giving a fairly clear display of her ample cleavage to the front rows before the pair retreated backstage, leaving the showgoers to stand, chatter, and slowly make their way towards the exit.

As the crowd dispersed from the main auditorium and into the atrium, security did their best to funnel people out properly and move them swiftly towards the exit in an orderly fashion.

Backstage, the Great Mysterius lounged in the reclining couch he had set up there a few weeks ago. If he was stuck in this dead-beat city doing these shows for the common folk while trying to run his college girl trafficking hustle, he could at least make it comfortable for himself.

Choosing the location was no mistake or coincidence. Union University, just a few blocks away, was a notorious party school in the country, so it made sense that beautiful girls from all over came to attend the school for their “higher education”. Mysterius was simply just showing them a “better career path” though “guided meditation” and then selling them to the highest bidder.

Brightstar had been different though. She was far bustier, far prettier, and far more of an impressive catch than any of the previous college girls he had worked on. Furthermore, he had done way more work with her than any of the other girls, and he liked to reap the reward of his hard work.

“Hey,” he said looking down at the tall blonde nestled in between his bare legs, “did I tell you to stop sucking whore?”

“No sir,” she said, with that same wide smile still plastered on her face, her eyes still as vacant as the night he had taken her, “I’ll get right back to it sir!”

“Good girl,” he said stroking her hair as she methodically, programmatically worked on satisfying her owner.

‘What’s hard work without a little bit of pleasure?’ He thought to himself as he lounged back, satisfied with his work.