The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

8. The Lure

Brenda woke up and groggily made her way into Bill’s fishing room.

She never thought she’d go for a guy with a ion for fishing, but whenever Bill talked about it, she just found it so fascinating to listen, especially when he showed her his lures. The shimmery, iridescent bits of metal were just so interesting to watch as Bill went on and on about how they catch a fish’s attention, pulling them along until they were hooked.

In fact, that’s what Brenda was doing now. Just sitting on the couch and zoning out, watching Bill’s collection of lures sparkling in the morning sun, reflecting dazzling arrays of rainbow light around the room.

“Well, good morning, my little goldfish!” Bill said, wandering into the room. “Having your early morning meditation time, I see?”

“Uh-huh…” Brenda said, her head a little fuzzy. “I love the way these things sparkle in the morning.”

“I know, especially this one, right?” Bill held up a large silver oval on a thin, monofilament fishing line, the slightly curved surface twisting and twirling with its feathery tassels on the bottom. “You love staring at this one, don’t you?”

“Yeah…I love staring at that one,” Brenda repeated, her eyes focused on the shiny lure he held just above her head.

“You like the pretty rainbow that it makes, don’t you?”

“Yes…pretty rainbow…” Brenda said, with a soft, content smile.

“You could look at it all day…” Bill said. Brenda nodded along before Bill whipped the lure away.

“But now, it’s time for your morning jog!” He said, pointing to the clock on the wall. Brenda shook her head, snapping back to awareness.

“Oh! Baby! I need to go for my morning jog! You don’t mind making breakfast, do you?”

Bill waved his hands. “Of course! Not at all, you enjoy your run!”

He held up the lure.

“And make sure you wear your running suit I got you,”

“Yeah…” Brenda said, her eyes sliding back to the lure. “I think I’ll wear my running suit.”

She got up and ran to her closet, throwing on the spandex one-piece that conformed to her tight butt and thighs. The top half fit snugly over her bust, giving her the she needed while leaving her back bare except for a few straps that crossed over her café-colored skin. The suit was a blue-silver but glimmered with hidden iridescent shades that changed depending on the angle of the light.

Kinda like a fishing lure.

Brenda stretched out her calves and glutes and made her way to the back porch. She was lucky that Bill lived next to a community park where a lot of early morning joggers took advantage of the quiet running trails that ran under the nearby grove of maple trees.

She plopped on her running shoes and bounced a little to warm up, feeling her boobs jiggling in the spandex top. She turned and quickly gave her boyfriend a kiss.

“I’m gonna want sausage and eggs when I get back,” she said. “I’ll probably take about a half hour.”

“Sounds great, baby! Just …” he held up the lure again. “Try not to act too slutty on your run.”

“Mmm…no…” Brenda said with a far away look.

“Okay, then. Off you go!” said Bill.

Brenda bounced away down the running track, her new running shoes cushioning her ever step, making it feel like the ground was made of elastic. She always loved her early morning jogs. They did such wonders to clear her head. The steady rhythm of her feet hitting the ground, setting the beat for her controlled inhales and exhales.

And she couldn’t argue that it had done wonders for her figure. She loved the way she could feel her butt bouncing with every step, and she could only imagine what that looked like from behind in her tight, shimmering jogging suit.

Brenda was lost in her own world, ing by seniors and families without a second thought. Then, up ahead, she caught a glimpse of a young jogger coming back from a 5K loop, his shirt ripped off and sweat pouring down his chiseled abs. She didn’t hide her iration and gave him a lascivious wiggle of her eyebrows, smiling at him.

The guy did a double-take, probably not used to other joggers shooting him flirtatious looks first thing in the morning. He tried to keep his eyes away, but Brenda’s tits bouncing around in her shimmering top caught his attention. His head turned helplessly as he ed her. Brenda smiled and kept jogging, not hearing the man’s footsteps turn around and fall in step behind her.

A few minutes later, Brenda ed a tall woman with large dark eyes and long, shapely legs in a pink pair of yoga pants. Before he could stop herself, Brenda puckered her lips and made eyes with the svelte woman. The woman batted her long eyelashes, clearly taken off guard, and kept running, only to swing in a wide arc and circle back behind Brenda, keeping pace with the male jogger with his eyes riveted to Brenda’s bouncing butt.

Brenda followed the trail in the loop around the turtle pond and was nearly back at Bill’s doorstep when two co-eds, an athletic blond and her buxom friend with frizzy hair, rounded the bend in front of them. Brenda smiled at them, running her tongue over her top teeth. The women glanced at her, their conversation derailed as they filed behind her, their dazed eyes captured by the shimmering, iridescent patterns of her jogging suit.

The group jogged up to Bill’s doorstep, Brenda leading the crowd of captivated joggers behind her. She slowed down to a walk, making sure she stretched her legs out, letting her hips swing from side to side. She stopped in front of Bill’s back porch, pumping her legs in place as the lactic acid drained from her thighs.

“Oh! Back already?” Bill said, sliding open the back door. “And my, my! What a catch we have today!” He said with a grin, looking over the four dazed joggers as they swayed in place to the beat of Brenda’s hips. “Great job, my little lure!”

“Thanks, sweetie!” Brenda said, stretching her arms, thrusting out her tits. “I love meeting new friends on my runs!”

“That’s a very good goldfish!” Bill said, taking out four bright, shiny lures. He gave one to each of the joggers, closing their unresisting fingers around the fishing line and lifting their arms for them, so that the sparkling ornaments hung just above their faces, swaying in the breeze.

“You go get some breakfast while I have a little talk with our new friends here,” Bill instructed. “Then, I think we might have to wash off our catch.”

“Yay!” Brenda squealed, “Group shower time! I love it!”

She walked in and sat down to a plate of sausage, eggs, and coffee. She didn’t think she’d ever be the kinda of girl who’d get so enthusiastic about early morning jogs, but now that Bill had explained how fun it could be, she was truly hooked.

9. Peace Between Worlds

Dan Gibber made his way down the brightly painted streets of what used to be the Upper Wast Side of Manhattan, now since redistricted for the first Lurallian community earth side. Dan walked down the sidewalk, glancing at the street signs marked in Lurallian script first and then English.

2nd Ave, 70th st. This should be it.

Dan stood in front of an inner city cottage walled in by an airtight greenhouse. He rang the bell and waited, trying to peer through the frosted double doors. How the Lurallians managed to secure Lenox Hill as their own neighborhood was beyond him. He suspected they had been rather generous when they bargained with the city and Earth officials for it.

Generous or naïve. The alien civilization was still getting used to the temperamental, multiple -currency-based economy of Earth. They may well have agreed to pay several quadrillion dollars for the city block, not realizing how insanely overpriced the property was.

Finally, a small, green-skinned creature with large, pointed ears and a spotless silver jacket appeared at the door.

“Jer’ai al blurishta Earth? Bal’ishna reuzzni,” It said to him.

“Uhm…you wouldn’t be able to say that in English, please?” Duolingo had yet to develop a course for Lurallian, owing to the fact that the alien language contained sounds new to the human ear.

The small serving Luralli sighed and then spoke in a halting tongue.

“You…from Earth council? Bal’ishna…inside,” he pointed with his hand. Dan shook his two fists up and down with his thumbs on top, the standard Luralli gesture for affirmative. The butler showed him to the back garden.

The plants around the house ranged from towering behemoths to small fern-like stalks that grew out of what used to be a rich person’s mansion, now slowly getting reintegrated by the Luralli fauna. The greenhouse wasn’t for the plants’ sake, nor for the Luralli inhabitants. Indeed, the Luralli turned out to be so humanoid in physiology that their with Earth sparked new controversy around the panspermia debate. Aside from their green skin and several light-absorbing fins on their backs and arms, they resembled humans in nearly every form. The Luralli were just as surprised by this as well, having colonized several worlds in the Perseus Arm of the Milky Way, and had never seen anything as similar to them as humans.

Same taste for oxygen, same warm blood, even same methods of reproduction, mostly. The main difference between the two species was the structure of their society. While the human race was still grappling with digital and electronic systems, the Luralli used a stunning array of biological, organic technology to run everything from food production, to communication, even interstellar space travel.

That was the main reason for the thick green house walls surrounding the Lurallian Consulate’s house. The plants they relied on could not be trusted to keep from overrunning Earth’s ecosystem.

Finally, Dan wandered to the back of a garden where a shapely female Lurallian was tending to a bed of iridescent flowers, her wide,, round hips pointed straight at Dan.

“Ahem…Ms…uh…Consulate Bal’ishna?” Dan stuttered. The green-skinned woman turned and offered him a dazzling smile.

“Oh! You must be Councilmember Gibbers! I’ve been expecting you! Please, approach closer.”

Dan walked forward, just a little squeamish of some of the alien trees that groaned and moved away from him as he walked.

“I must say, your English is very well practiced,” said Dan. Always good to start with a compliment. “I’ve been struggling to get a grasp on Lurallian myself.”

“Yes, very few of you humans are picking it up. But most Lurallians, I’m sure you noticed, are having the same difficulty with your various languages. I’m a bit of an exception.”

She turned to Dan, towering over him by several inches. Her bright purple eyes stared into him. She wore a dazzling dress woven together with several patches of lichen that barely contained her shapely form. Dan forced himself to focus.

“I’m here to ask you a few questions on your official position on the Cooperation Treaty that’s being presented before the Earth and Luralli convention tomorrow. I was very pleased to hear that your …uhm…Jerrial…” he struggled for the Luralli word for leader, “…was favorable to the . But I understand you, specifically, had objections?”

“You heard right, little human,” Bal’ishna said, sweeping past him to examine a low-hanging vine with a bulbous red flower. “Jerrial Koriv believes that your computer systems and quantum knowledge could be useful to us, just as our metabotany could save your arrogant human butts from the mess you made with your planet’s climate.”

She shot Dan a wry look.

“As Head of the Luralli Botanists, I do not share his enthusiasm.”

Dan flustered. He knew the Luralli scientist, or whatever she called herself, would be a tough sale, but he wasn’t expecting this level of condescension.

“My people have made mistakes in the past, no doubt. But we are ready to move on. To face the future as two species moving together. We have so much in common, we must share some ancient celestial ancestor.”

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t mean we have to make the same mistakes as you monkeys did.”

Bal’ishna glanced sideways at Dan and reached for the plump red flower.

“You humans are exceedingly clever, but hardly very disciplined. You are still ruled by your base instincts, hence your horrific self-destruction and short-sightedness.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far…it’s just…that…uh…what are you doing?”

With a wave of her hand, Bal’ishna discarded her lichen robes and let her well-endowed alien breasts tumble free. With her other hand, she squeezed the red flower over her chest, letting a thick, sticky syrup squirt over her tits.

Dan watched, completely out of his element, until the aroma hit him. It was sweet and salty, while also containing a flavor that his human nose couldn’t quite place. He almost felt like he was back at college getting high on dope for the first time again.

“I’m proving a point,” Bal’ishna said with a grin. “This is a special aphrodisiac flower that the women of Lural use when they are ready to raise a litter of babies. The men don’t really have a choice in the matter. They smell the Furia sap, and their brain gets kicked into breeding mode. It’s very interesting that this affects human males the same way. And you even more so, considering you decided to fill all your positions of leadership with weak-willed males. Rather short-sighted in my opinion.”

Dan tried to listen, but he was having a hard time following the green woman’s speech. Really, he was just having a hard time period. His cock was rapidly expanding inside his expensive business pants, raging harder and larger than he had ever felt. The sap of the Furia was making Bal’ishna’s breast shimmer like they were covered in baby oil, the iridescent sheen captivating his gaze as her bust jiggled with her every breath.

“You see, it must be getting very hard to make any decisions when all your body really wants right now is sex, sex, and more sex. Is that right?”

“uhh…yes…yes, that’s right…”

“You may call me Executrix,” Bal’ishna said, swinging her chest back and forth as Dan’s head swiveled along.

“Yes…Executrix…”

“And, of course, you males, who can be so easily manipulated, shouldn’t be dictating public policy, not for your people and certainly not for my superior race, correct?”

“Y-yes…Executrix…” Dan felt like he should be objecting, but the only thing that he could really concentrate on was the driving need he had to sink his cock into something and just get off. It consumed his every thought.

“Hmmm…that sounds better.” She walked over to him and clumsily undid his fly, letting his hard cock spring out, pulsing in the balmy air. Dan almost groaned in relief.

“Follow me, silly human.”

Bal’isha turned and led Dan farther back into the garden. He followed along, feeling his cock magnetized to the alien’s shapely backside.

The tall alien walked up to a podium holding a weighty flower with two large pods pressed together, surrounded by a neat bush of petals. A single slit ran down vertically between the pods. The odor of the flower invaded Dan’s nose, filling him with mindless lust.

“This specimen here is just one of the Lurallian secrets that your foolish cooperation treaty would put in the hands of squalid humans. It is a rather potent flower that could easily spell doom for your species, as it almost did with mine, before the women of Lural learned how to properly use it.”

She picked up the plant by its potted base and brought it straight under Dan’s nose. His eyes fluttered, smelling the rich pollen. He grunted and began to pant. His whole head was filled with pornographic visions of humans and Luralli bowing down and fornicating to the divine flower.

“You can feel the effects, can’t you?” Bal’ishna grinned. “Like all of your brains just dropped down into your balls. Believe it or not, the Botanists of Lural were an offshoot of the early cult that worshipped this flower. Eventually, we learned how to use its very…persuasive properties to secure power for ourselves and to quell dissent. That doesn’t bother you, of course, does it?”

“uhhh…” Dan slurred, staring wide-eyed at the flower that seemed to call out of his cock. That made his thoughts disappear like quicksand.

“I didn’t think so, but smelling it is just the beginning! Wait until I do this…

Bal’ishna gently pushed Dan back onto a wicker work chair, letting his cock jut upwards. Dan gaped helplessly as she placed the flower pot down between his legs. The flower stirred and swayed, as if honing in on some elusive scent, and then slowly leaned down over Dan’s cock, engulfing his shaft in the silky soft folds.

“oh...OH!” Dan was drifting in a sea of euphoria as the flower began to milk and squeeze his cock, begging for his cum. He wanted to get to his feet and leave, but he dared not disturb the flower that was giving him so much inconceivable pleasure. The more he relaxed, the better it felt.

“Yes…the Hunidan flower feeds on the reproductive juice of the male Luralli, and, oddly enough, on the sperm of humans, as well. It’s had aeons of evolution to figure out the very best way to use your own urges against you. Thank Lura that the girls on our planet figured out how to turn its seductive properties against our men, or they might have gone and done something stupid, like sign a cooperation treaty with you dumb-as-fuck humans.”

Bal’ishna glanced to the side.

“Isn’t that right, Jerrial Koriv?”

From the corner of the garden came another wicker work chair, moving on tentacle-like roots and carrying a Luralli male with his dick caught in a Hunidan flower of his own. He nodded submissively, his eyes as empty as his head. Beyond the thin curtain of hanging vines and flowers were another dozen ambassadors and consulates, both humans and Luralli (all male), drifting in a rapturous trance as the Hunadi pods sucked away their minds through their cocks.

“Good. Now, gentlemen,” Bal’ishna said, pulling up a chair, letting her tits hang luxuriously from her gown as she addressed the helpless group of men. “Let’s have a good long chat about how you’re going to change that pesky little treaty you’re voting on tomorrow.”

The males chorused in both languages.

“Yes…Executrix.”

10. Duel

“So, Kara! I hear you’ve been hypnotizing my girlfriend, again.”

Melanie said, plopping down on the couch next to her roommate.

“Amber? No, of course not!” Kara said, shooting Mel a look. “I mean, apart from her daily confidence sessions. You know that!”

“Amber told me that you were slipping some hidden triggers into her sessions, something about making her jill off to the thought of your tits in the shower?”

Kara scoffed and put her hands defensively over her generous bosom

“Hey! If your girl is getting hot thinking about me, trust me, that wasn’t hypnosis!”

“Alright, Missy, you asked for it!” Mel said, shifting her weight on her knees and leaning in close to Kara, her proximity pressing the curvy woman to lean back on the couch.

“Look into my eyes and say that…” She said, opening up her green eyes wide. “Just look into my eyes and say you weren’t hypnotizing my girlfriend…Look into my eyes…”

A nervous smile formed on Kara’s face. She knew what Mel was up to, and she knew Mel would take advantage of her stunning, green eyes.

“I…I wasn’t hypnotizing your girlfriend…honesssst…” Kara said. It was true, but agreeing still felt so submissive right now.

“And you won’t hypnotize my girlfriend, will you?” Mel continued.

“I…won’t hypnotize your girlfriend…” Kara said, letting her head float along with Mel’s wonderful eyes. Before her roommate could say another word, Kara let her hand float up to Mel’s face, wiggling her fingers in front of her.

“I’ll just hypnotize you instead…” Kara said, clawing her way out of her half trance. “Just keep those pretty eyes on my fingers…my dancy, floaty fingers….making you just drift along…watching my fingers…”

Mel’s eyes slightly crossed as she focused on Kara’s hand, her gaze now guided by the smooth rhythmic motion. The twitch in her eyebrows told Kara she was trying to resist, but her parting mouth betrayed her surrender.

“Good…let my fingers brush away all that jealousy…all that anger…you’re not angry at me…you like me…you think I’m sexy…right?”

“Yes…” Mel slurred as she followed the hand. “I think you’re sexy…”

“And you’d love the idea of me hypnotizing your girlfriend…you think it’s so sexy…”

“Yes…so sexy…” Mel’s green eyes dilated, obviously accepting Kara’s suggestion.

“Good…” Kara purred. “When she comes over, you will act like nothing is wrong…You will put her in a light trance and then bring her to my room…you will help….her…uh…”

Kara trailed off as Mel gently lifted her arm, holding a dangling pocket watch on a chain. The pendulous motion pulled Kara’s focus and she soon let her hand fall limply into her lap.

“Nice try, sweetie,” Mel said, shaking the sleep from her eyes. “But I thought you might try a fast one on me. But you this pocket watch, yes?”

“…yes…” Kara mumbled.

“The one I made you buy for me, right?”

“…yes…”

“And why did you buy it for me?” asked Mel.

“Because…” Kara struggled not to say the answer, but felt each gentle swing of the shiny watch pulling it out of her. “Because you’re a stronger hypnotist than me…”

She knew that wasn’t true. The two of them had been practicing kinky hypnosis together for ages. It was why they moved in as roommates. But that’s what Mel made sure Kara thought of whenever she saw the ornate silver pocket watch.

Mel is the stronger hypnotist.

She might as well have had it engraved.

“Yes Kara…” Mel gloated. “I’m the stronger hypnotist…you can’t resist me and my pocket watch…you want me to be in charge…”

“Yes, Mel…You’re in charge…” Kara said, sleepily.

“Great! Well that’s settled. Now let’s find out what my girlfriend has been obsessing over.”

Mel pulled down the stretchy fabric of Kara’s neckline, letting her luscious brown tits hang out. She giggles and gave them a squeeze.

“Oh! My goodness! Maybe I should have you hypnotize me girlfriend with these…That would be…so…sexy…”

Kara let her torso sway with the rhythm of the watch, sending her tits swinging side to side. Mel gazed at the two perky nipples following along with the watch, like two big eyes hypnotized by the sway…hypnotized by the sway…

Mel began to drift back and forth, her eyes fixated on Kara’s swinging breasts. This made her arm swing back and forth, guiding the pocket watch that Kara couldn’t stop watching, which made her breasts sway.

The two of them sat quietly on the couch, stuck in an endless cycle of hypnosis, until the back door opened and Amber sauntered in.

Neither of the mesmerized women paid her any attention.

“So? Who won the duel, hmm?” Amber said, spinning her blonde hair around her finger. “It’s really funny, y’know? I was just thinking how fun it could be to try topping for once, but nobody would ever fall for subby old Amber, the ditzy blonde who’d couldn’t resist splash trancing to Saturday morning cartoons…”

Keeping her eyes focused on the wall, Amber reached out and grabbed the pocket watch from Mel, taking over the duty of letting it swing in her fingers.

“…but maybe, if I started a little drama and got you two to turn on each other, well, maybe the two big bad hypnodommes would tire each other out and do all the hard for work for your silly, bimbo girlfriend.”

Amber groped for Kara’s top, covering up her breasts before the spectacular rack pulled her under. Kara and Mel were both staring mindlessly at the pocket watch. They knew the pocket watch belonged to the stronger hypnotist.

“Now, ladies…How about you take turns eating me out, and then you two can teach me all your most powerful hypnotic secrets and then forget all about it. That way I can take control of both of you when you least expect it. You’d love that, right ladies?”

“Yes, Amber…” Two voices droned. “We will obey!”

11. Statuesque

“Hey! You’re tresing, you know!”

Dahlia shouted at the amazon, the snakes on her hair gently guiding her to face the towering woman. She carefully walked around rows of statues, all of them frozen in poses of either pain or pleasure, depending on how you looked at them.

The amazon, Priscilla, looked down her nose at the gorgon and her goblin companion. The gorgon wore a strip of red fabric across her eyes while the goblin girl crossed her arms over her pillowy chest and tapped her foot irritably.

“I’m just picking a few of these apples,” Priscella shrugged. “It’s not like you two could reach them, unless that short stack goblin of yours gets on your shoulders.”

“Augh!” The goblin girl huffed in frustration. “This is why I hate amazons, Dahl! They strut all over the place thinking they’re bigger than everyone else!”

“We are bigger,” Priscilla smirked, sinking her teeth into an apple from the women’s garden.

“Maybe a little too big!” Dahlia, the gorgon, said. “You got a lot of nerve picking our produce without asking!”

“Like you two could do anything to me,” Priscilla snapped. Neither of the women’s heads stood above the amazon’s belly.

“And don’t try that petrification gaze of yours,” she shook her finger at Dahlia, not sure if the gorgon could see past her blindfold. “That might have worked on the rest of your little statue collection here, but I can avoid looking at my toes for a few minutes.”

“Are you sure?” Dahlia asked, her lips curling into a smile. “I have a lot more tricks than meets the eye. Take Narya here, for example.”

The goblin jerked her head to her girlfriend. “Don’t get me involved in this!”

“Let’s say,” Dahlia continued, ignoring her. “I catch her misbehaving like she’s wont to do. Well, I could turn her into a buxom little goblin statue…”

Narya scoffed and put her hands on his hips.

“…but then I’d lose one of the best pussy-eaters in town. Or, I could just hypnotize her into doing what I say.”

Priscilla laughed, sending tremors through the ground. “You expect me to fall for a silly hypnosis act? Oh, gods. You’d have better luck turning me to stone.”

“I never said I’d hypnotize you. I just want to show off how easy it is to hypnotize her.” She jerked her thumb at Narya.

“Babe! I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m the one with the hypnotic powers!” The goblin girl huffed.

“Hey, Narya. How many snakes do you think I have on my head?” Dahlia asked, turning to Narya.

“I dunno. Maybe fifty?”

“Could you count them for me? Their very tangly, so don’t count the same one twice,” said Dahlia.

“Uh…ok. There’s one…two…three…uh….four…”

Dahlia’s head of snakes writhed and danced on her head, sometimes moving together, sometimes individually. Narya struggled to keep count.

“…five…six…seven…uh…eight…”

The goblin girl’s eyes began to flutter, her body wobbling on her feet.

“and…nine…uh…ten…ten…e-eleven….uhhhh….”

Dahlia snapped her fingers in front of Narya’s face

“Deep asleep now!”

Narya’s green head tumbled forward, resting just above her full breasts.

“See, completely at my mercy!” Dahlia said. Reaching up, she undid the blind fold around her eyes. Priscilla turned her gaze back up at the apple tree.

“Isn’t that a little dangerous?” asked Priscilla, not daring to look down. “What if you turn your friend to stone?”

“That’s what’s so amazing about hypnosis!” The gorgon smiled. “Narya, you are under my power. You cannot open your eyes for the world until I tell you to. You’re just going to follow all my instructions with your eyes closed. Keeping those heavy eyes glued shut for me.”

“Yes, Mistress…” The goblin said, submissively.

Dahlia glanced up at Priscilla, amused to see the tall amazon still averting her eyes.

“Narya, our lovely guest here looks restless. Why don’t you help her relax by eating her pussy?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Narya turned, shuffling forward with her eyes closed and her hands outstretched. Priscilla laughed condescendingly.

“I don’t know what games you’re up to, but don’t think you’ll butter me up with…oh!...oooo…ah!”

The amazon’s words died in her throat as Narya lifted the fabric of the oversized woman’s pleated skirt and nuzzled her face into her slit. She lapped away with her pointed tongue, exploring Priscilla’s folds, letting the amazon’s gigantic thighs press into the side of her head.

“Ooohh!...Oh, my! You weren’t kidding!” Priscilla gasped. “She knows what she’s doing down there!...Ah!”

“Well, I gave her a lot of opportunities to practice,” the gorgon said, sliding closer. “You know, she’d have better leverage if you were on your knees…”

Without a thought of resistance, Priscilla let herself sink to kneeling, her thighs splayed open as Narya bent at the waist to lavish the amazon’s clit with her tongue.

Priscilla bit her lip, riding high on the waves of pleasure coming from the goblin’s mouth. She reminded herself to keep her gaze up, still not sure of the gorgon’s intentions.

Suddenly, she heard a soft slap, slap, slap from below, and the goblin woman’s head started thrusting into her snatch with the beat.

“What…what are you doing?” The amazon struggled to say.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Dahlia’s voice called from behind the goblin. “We were about to try out this new strap-on anyway. I just saw her lovely, round rump in front of me and I couldn’t resist…Can you imagine? The sight of me ramming a hard cock into her fat, goblin ass as she eats out your cunt? Like watching living porn that’s happening to you…”

The gorgon’s words wrapped around Priscilla’s mind as her orgasm hovered closer, closer. She thought about Narya’s big, bouncy booty as her gorgon dominatrix rode her for all she was worth. She imagined how hot it would look, how satisfying it would be to see these two lesser beings underneath her…

Priscilla grabbed at her trunk-sized tits, stoking her arousal. She only needed to go a little further…

“Oh, I know you’re close, hon!” Dahlia said. “Does it turn you on to think of me taking advantage of my hypnotized girlfriend? Wouldn’t you just like to watch me spank this hot goblin ass? Hmm? Just a nice… hard…”

SLAP!

The orgasm rolled through Priscilla like a tidal wave and, without thinking, she opened her eyes wide and stared down at the two women fornicating at her pussy. Dahlia’s gold eyes flashed at her.

“Smile, lovely!”

Priscilla did. She smiled wide as the crest of her orgasm overtook her, reveling in ecstasy before her entire body turned to hard, granite stone.

“Hah! And I didn’t even have to hypnotize her!” Dahlia said, laughing. “That will teach the stuck-up bitch!”

She looked up at the stone figure of the amazon, her statue frozen in a timeless mask of erotic abandon. Truly a fetching piece that should make a pretty penny at their next auction.

“Too easy, isn’t it, Narya?...Narya?”

“Mmm! MMMMmmmMMM!!” The goblin girl yelled, her voice muffled between the two stone thighs of the amazon statue. She wriggled her neck, struggling to get out.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry, baby! Just hold tight! I’m gonna get some butter!”

12. Amazing!

You’re walking down the street, noticing a new art installation filled with neon lights and transparent plexiglass tunnels. It was like a giant, glow-in-the-dark hamster cage.

As you walk by the entrance, someone grabs your hand.

“Hi! Would you like a walk through the Amazement Maze? You can have a lot of fun in the Amazing Amazement Maze!”

“Uhm, sure, but I—”

The person is shaking your hand back and forth, up and down. They flutter their fingers just above your eyes.

“You’re getting amazingly amazed by the Amazing Amazement Maze. Just letting yourself have amazing fun in the Amazing Amazement Maze and not ever realize I’m hypnotizing you to fall into the Amazing Amazement sleep now.”

They brush their hand over your face. You drop down. The hypnotist is moving you by the shoulders. You drift along ively. The hypnotist says something and then shuts a door. You blink your eyes open with one thought in your head.

“Enjoy yourself.”

You shake yourself awake. You’re inside a plastic tunnel, transparent and tinted light red. As you gaze down the tunnel, you notice lights that flash and spin down the walls and floor of the tunnel, orange, red, purple, and white. The lights spin so fluidly that it looks like the whole corridor is a long, deep, twirling spiral.

You can stop looking down the spiral. Somehow you know at the end of the spiral is a prize. You want to win the Amazing Amazement prize, so you walk down the tunnel. Your eyes are getting so tired from all the bright, spinning lights. You struggle to keep your eyes open or even walk in a straight line. The spiral makes you so confused and sleepy.

Finally, you get to the end of the spiral and step through the center, like waking from one dream and into another.

Now you’re in a blue elevator with a small cushioned ledge on one side. You sit on the cushions and look at the numbers on top of the elevator door begin to light up. But the elevator is see-through. You know you’re not moving yet. The numbers light up from top down.

5

4

3

2

1

DING!

The elevator suddenly drops straight down and you float, weightless for a moment, your mind spilling right out of your head. The elevator slows down and you sink heavier and heavier into the cushions. The elevator car slows and then stops.

The doors open and you stumble out. You’re in a dark room, the only light is from a flickering blue projection, like a floating flame, hovering about ten feet in front of you. You can’t stop yourself from wandering closer, your mind quiet and at peace. As you come within reach of the light, it flicks out and a new will o’wisp appears another ten steps ahead of you. You drift towards it, your eyes empty and unseeing, your body just putting one foot in front of the other.

The lights keep switching farther down the hall, luring you on. You slowly start to realize that your feet are walking to a rhythm. It feels nice. Relaxing. Just like humming coming from the walls and making your head buzz.

You round a corner and find a yellow-green spiral staircase that leads up through the ceiling. You’re not sure what’s up there, but you really want to find out. Maybe the best thing in the world is up there and you just have to climb up and get it. You think these thoughts as the humming gets louder.

You begin to walk up the spiral staircase. You can hear a tone in the background noise getting louder. It works its way into your brain and shuts down your thoughts before they begin. The note keeps getting higher and higher, even as you go farther up and up the spiraling stairs. It’s making you feel excited and a little bit anxious. The note continues getting higher and you start walking faster, eager to find the end of the staircase. Eager to finally get to the crest of the sound driving you up.

The staircase ends, but the note doesn’t change. It just gets softer as you walk forward into a room with blinking lights and purple spirals on the walls. As you gaze around you, you think you see pictures of people. People down on their knees, pleasuring each other, pleasuring themselves. People without clothes on. But the pictures vanish in an instant and you’re back to staring mindlessly at the spirals and blinking lights.

You take a step and the ground shifts, knocking you off balance. You stumble but the whole floor is covered in round tiles that spin and shift your balance with every step. You’re wobbling around like a drunk, getting bombarded with spirals and subliminal images. It feels so disorienting and dizzying, and you start to giggle. You’re feeling so happy, and silly, and dumb, like your brains are being scrambled along with your body. You laugh to yourself as you keep walking, feeling twitches of arousal pull at your mind. You somehow stagger to the edge of the room and find the door.

A long tunnel stretches in front of you, lined with blinking red, orange, purple, and white lights. You get a fleeting sense of déjà vu. Weren’t you here before? You try and piece together what’s going on, but the blinking lights are drawing you around in a spiral, and your body drifts along towards the center.

You come to the elevator that drops you.

Then you follow the ghost lights that make you blank.

Then you go up the spiral staircase that stimulates your mind.

Then through the spinny room that makes you dizzy and silly and horny.

Then you’re back to the spiral tunnel again.

There are more people walking with you now. They have a dazed look on their face and stumble along with you, dropping down deep in the elevator, following the pretty lights, climbing the spiral staircase, and getting scrambled in the spinny room.

You go through again and again, your mind getting fuzzier and sillier with every round. Some of the people near you start taking off their clothes. It looks so fun. You want to be naked too.

Soon you’re marching through the Amazing Amazement Maze completely naked, a big goofy smile on your face, giggling at nothing in particular. Outside the maze, looking in through the transparent plexiglass is a crowd of people, pointing and laughing at you hysterically. You laugh back, dimly wondering what’s so funny.

You’re not embarrassed, you just continue to skip down the tunnels, staircases, and spiral rooms without a care in your head. It feels so happy to run around the silly maze with the rest of the people who came in. Just a bunch of happy, hypnotized hamsters running around a wheel for everyone’s amusement.

Eventually, the lights begin to pulse and grow dim. When you come back around to the spiral tunnel you started at, there’s a secret door that opens to the street. You put your clothes back on, (the hypnotist has them for you) and they count you and the rest of the people back up. Before they send you on your way, the hypnotist slips a flyer for the Amazing Amazement Maze in your pocket and tells you to forget about it until tomorrow.

“Come back soon!” They call to you as you walk down the street. “And next time, bring a friend!”

13. Love Bomb

Stacy walked into the bank at 11:15 am, wearing a long grey overcoat and carrying a black duffel bag. Nobody paid her much attention as they continued their mundane errands, filling out forms and waiting in line for the tellers.

Stacy stood in the middle of the lobby and put the duffel bag at her feet. She unzipped it and pulled the sides down over what might have been an odd-looking space heater. The graying security guard was only just noticing her, looking quizzically at the strange contraption by the woman’s foot.

“Hey, everybody! Who wants a love bomb?!” She said at the top of her voice.

Almost everyone in the bank stopped what they were doing, turning to look at the woman who was clearly not here to make a deposit. As soon as Stacy had people’s attention, she let her trenchcoat fall to the floor, her incredible body on full display for everyone to see.

A wave of shock rippled through the crowd as they gawked at Stacy’s large, perky breasts, flaring hips, and long tapered legs. Before they could tear their eyes away, Stacy hit a lever on the contraption next to her with her foot.

Several jets of pink fog shot out of the machine in different directions. The security guard, who was charging at Stacy from across the floor, took a direct hit of the pink smoke in his face. He gasped and sank to his knees, a bewildered look on his face. He blinked and then began to smile drunkenly, reaching his hands down his pants, his gun completely forgotten on the floor.

“That’s it everyone!” Stacy encouraged the rest of the clients and employees who were trying to cover their faces from the thick gas. “Just breath in those nice love fumes and look at my pretty body! Don’t I just look so scrumptious?” She shook her hips and wiggled her tits.

One-by-one, the occupants of the room started rolling their heads and dropping down to their knees, feeling an irresistible urge to touch and play with themselves. The bank manager, a stately woman wearing a conservative blue business suit, was sprawled on her back, her fingers tearing away her pantyhose and diving in and out of her slick pussy.

“That’s so wonderful! Isn’t it?!” Stacy said, letting her fingers pinch and flick her nipples. “Everyone’s so horny and happy! Happy and horny! Nothing better to do but give yourself more and more pleasure! Right, boys?”

Stacy smiled and winked at the group of men that were jerking themselves off at her feet, gazing up at her heavenly body with wide, dilated pupils. Stacy threw them a wink.

“Watching my titties, jiggle and sway…give yourselves pleasure! It’s time to obey!” She sang.

The fog had made its way through the whole building now. Tellers were laying on the floor, the women groping at their tits and pussies while the men humped their fists like horny teenagers. One of the real estate agents grabbed the hot milf client he had been talking with and pounded her over his desk while her husband made her suck his cock on the other side.

Stacy swayed and danced for everyone’s amusement, the drugged gas making her feel like she was prancing through her naughtiest dream.

At the front of the building, one of the glass doors swung open, unnoticed by any of the people helplessly masturbating. A woman with a gas mask covering her head stalked in, tip toeing around the bodies writhing deliciously on the carpeted floor. She walked past Stacy, who was rubbing her pussy in a younger woman’s face, and gracefully hopped over the teller’s desk. She went up to a dopey employee bucking her hips against side of the desk.

“Open the vault, please,” commanded the woman in the gas mask.

“Mmm…wha?...huh?...oooooh!!...” The teller, unable to take her hand off her swollen clit.

The woman in the gas mask sighed and reached into her pocket for a small, cylindrical device. She pressed a button, and the device began flashing and strobing bright, white light that caught the teller’s attention, holding her eyes like glue.

“You want to open the vault for me,” the woman asserted.

“Yes…want to…open the vault…” The teller mumbled. Her hand left hand still tending to her sex, the tell got up with a set of keys, deactivated the alarm, and opened the bank vault for the mysterious stranger.

Ten minutes later, the whole of the bank had shed their clothes and was on the verge of a free-for-all orgy. The masked woman walked up to Stacy, a thick wad of bills in her hand.

“Well, Stacy, that was a job well done! Here we go, $5,000 in cash as promised.” The woman easily had over ten million in her over-stuffed duffel bag. She dangled the wad of cash over Stacy’s head, barely taking her attention away from her needy pussy.

“I’ll make you a deal though,” the woman continued. “How about instead of this money, which you’d be too stupid to spend properly anyway, I let you finish fucking yourself stupid with the rest of these lucky peeps here until the police come and take you to jail. What do you think about that?”

“Mmmmm! Wanna fuck! Wann fuck! Stacy’s a love bomb! Love bombs love to suck and fuck! Oh!”

“Aww…you learned your lessons well. Alright then, why don’t you stay and explain everything to police while I run and catch my flight to Paris? You think that’s a much better idea, don’t you?”

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Stacy said in time with her thrusts.

“Good girl!,” the woman said, dropping the 5 G’s back in her duffel bag. “And don’t forget to write down the website when the police interrogate you. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll which one when the time comes. That should help derail any investigation from pesky investigators”

The woman hoisted the heavy bag over her shoulder and gently touched Stacy’s face.

“What a good, obedient, little accomplice you turned out to be,” she said with a good-bye kiss.

Stacy smiled dreamily.

“Mmm! Thank you…Mistress Miraja…”

14. Beautiful Music