The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Back in the dorm room on Earth, Charlotte’s bully, Melanie, raged towards Charlottes dorm room. She had been waiting for Charlotte to return from the library, fuming over the embarrassment that she caused her in class. When she found the door unlocked and the room empty, she had lost it. The sound of her fists pounding on the door echoed through the hallway, and she was about to kick it in when she saw a flash of light and heard a strange incantation. She stumbled back, blinking in surprise, as the door was flung open, and she was face-to-face with...nothing. The room was empty.

“Where is that bitch?” Melanie spat, her eyes darting around the room. She had half expected Charlotte to be hiding, ready to apologize and take her punishment. But she was gone, and in her place was a faint scent of something...otherworldly. It was faint, but it tickled Melanie’s nostrils in a way that made her furious and excited at the same time.

Her anger turned to curiosity as she noticed a glow emanating from the corner of the room. The light grew brighter, and she stepped closer, her heart racing. The light was coming from a book, laying open on Charlotte’s bed. It was an old tome, the pages yellowed with age and covered in a script that was utterly alien to her. But there was something...familiar about it.

Melanie reached out a tentative hand, her fingers brushing against the ancient leather. “What the hell is that one of your nerd books?” she whispered to herself. But as soon as her skin made with the cover, she felt a strange, electric sensation. It was as if the book itself was alive, pulsing with a power that called to her on a primal level.

Before she could pull away, a blinding flash of light enveloped her. The room around her dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors, and she was falling. It was a sensation she had never felt before, as if she were tumbling through an endless sea of light and energy. She screamed, her voice echoing through the void, but it was swallowed by the roar of unseen forces around her.

Her body felt stretched and compressed, a symphony of sensations that defied description. Her skin tingled with a power that seemed to hum through her very bones.

And then, with a wet splat, Melanie’s reality shifted entirely. She found herself falling through a swirling vortex of light, her body contorting in ways that seemed impossible, until with a sudden jolt, she was spat out into a swampy bog. The stench of decay hit her like a wall, thick and cloying. Her once-perfect nose wrinkled in disgust as she spluttered, trying to draw breath through the murky water that filled her lungs.

As she struggled to stand, she felt the squelch of mud beneath her, the cold, wet earth clinging to her skin and clothes. She wiped her eyes and took in her surroundings, her fury growing as she saw the grinning faces of the orcs that had surrounded her. “What is this?” she screamed, her voice a mix of rage and confusion. “Some kind of prank?” Her hands clenched into fists, and she swiped at the nearest creature, only to find her strength had deserted her.

She walked out of the mud to a solid piece of ground and saw campfires through growth and started walking, yelling “Help!! I’m over here!!”

The camp was unlike anything Melanie had ever seen, a sprawling encampment of wooden structures, bonfires, and roasting carcasses of animals she couldn’t even begin to identify. The air was thick with smoke and the cacophony of grunts, snarls, and roars that seemed to come from every direction. As she entered the large camp her face froze, as hundreds of giant green tusked creatures looked at her.

The orcs had surrounded her, their eyes glinting with a mix of hunger and excitement. One of them, larger than the others, stepped forward, a twisted grin on its ugly face. “Look what we’ve got here, lads!” it bellowed in a language that she didn’t understand, but the tone was all too clear. They had found something interesting, and she had a feeling it wasn’t going to be good for her.

Melanie tried to back away, her heart racing as she searched for an escape. But the more she struggled, the more the orcs closed in, their grins growing wider. They were toying with her, enjoying the fear that was no doubt written across her human face.

“Take her to the Eldar!” the large orc barked out, its voice a mix of glee and hunger. Melanie’s eyes widened in terror as the creature’s grin grew into a full-blown, toothy smile. It grabbed her arm with a grip that could have crushed bone, and she was dragged through the camp, her legs slipping in the mud as she tried to keep up.

The tent was the largest she had seen, made from a patchwork of animal hides, and adorned with what looked like the bones of a giant creature. Inside, the stench was even more overpowering—a mix of sweat, blood, and something foul that she couldn’t quite place. The light from the fires outside cast eerie shadows across the space, flickering over the various weapons and trophies that lined the walls.

The orcs shoved her to the ground before the creature with the crown of bones, who looked her over with a disgusting leer. They tore off her clothes and she lay there in fear. He was massive, even for an orc, his body a testament to brutality and strength. His eyes raked over her, lingering on her exposed breasts. She tried to cover herself, but her hands were bound tightly behind her back, the ropes cutting into her wrists.

The orc Eldar stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch her. “You are the one,” he rumbled, his voice echoing through the tent. “The human that will give us new strength, new life. You will bear our young, and they will be powerful.”

Melanie’s eyes darted around the room, searching for a way out, but the other orcs closed in around her, their grins widening at the fear in her eyes. She understood the Eldar’s broken English and his words sent a chill down her spine. She had to play along, to find a way out of this nightmare.

The Eldar’s hand was rough and calloused as it touched her face, his green skin leaving a slimy residue. “Two elves,” he said, his voice a low growl. “They come from the same place you do, with the power of the prophecy. They are the ones you must fear.”

Melanie’s mind raced. ‘Elves’? ‘Prophecy’? This was insane. But as she felt the Eldar’s hot breath on her cheek, she knew it was Charlotte and Trisha. “Those Bitches!!,” she snarled, mustering as much bravado as she could. “I’ll show them who’s boss!”

The orc laughed in surprise, “You have fire, just as the prophecy said, do you want revenge on these two so called..bitches you say?”

Melanie nodded yes, nervously. Inside she was screaming. “Yes,” she spat through gritted teeth. “I want to show them who’s really in charge.”

The Eldar’s grin grew wider, and he barked an order in the orcish tongue. The other orcs grunted and dispersed, leaving Melanie alone with the creature. She could feel his gaze on her like a hot knife, slicing through her fear and anger. The tent flaps closed, and suddenly, she was alone with the creature.

He leaned down, his breath hot and foul on her face. “Good,” he said, his voice, a low rumble. “You will serve us well.” His hand trailed down her body, and she felt his rough fingers trace the line of her collarbone, down to her breasts. “Your fire will be a fine addition to our line.”

Melanie’s stomach turned, but she kept her face stoic. If she was going to get out of this, she had to play along. The Eldar’s hand continued to wander, moving down to the soft mound of her stomach and then even lower, to the apex of her thighs. He paused, and she felt the heat of his gaze on her pussy, which was still pulsing from the strange power that had brought her here.

“You will now be Ork,” he rumbled, and before she could react, a beam of sickly green energy shot out from the witch’s hand and slammed into her sex. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt, it was as if she was being torn apart from the inside out. She screamed, her voice echoing through the tent, but it was swallowed up by the roars of approval from outside.

As the light enveloped her, Melanie felt a strange heat spread through her body, starting from her pussy and moving outwards. Her skin began to itch and stretch, and she watched in horror as her body began to change. Her legs grew thicker, her muscles bulging with newfound power. Her breasts swelled, the tender flesh feeling heavier and more sensitive.

Her pussy grew and stretched to double the size of a camel’s toe, the skin stretching taut around the protruding mass. The sensation was indescribable—a mix of pain and pleasure that had her writhing on the floor. The Eldar’s eyes grew wide with excitement as he watched the transformation unfold before him. He reached down and stroked her new, engorged clit, which now resembled a small, pulsing fruit.

The tent was filled with the sounds of her screams as her body convulsed, her tits shooting out to a GG cup size, and her hips widening to a span that was wider than her shoulders. Her ass then bubbled up and expanded to and extreme muscular mound. The orcs outside roared with excitement, sensing the power that was being transferred to their new queen.

As the energy surged through her, Melanie’s skin began to change. It started with a faint green tint, spreading like ink through water until it fully enveloped her in a new, scaly orcish hue. Her nose and ears grew pointed, her teeth sharpened into fangs, and her eyes took on a sickly, glowing hue of yellow. Her hair fell out in clumps, replaced by a thick raven black main of wavy hair to her ass.

Melanie felt her body convulse again as two tusks pushed through her lower jaw, tearing through her gums with a mix of pain and pleasure that left her breathless. It was a strange, perverse sensation—the agony of her body reshaping itself coupled with the excitement of becoming something new, something powerful. The Eldar watched with a hungry gaze, his own arousal clear as his cock grew thick and heavy, straining against the fabric of his loincloth.

The final swelling of her pussy slowed, revealing the most shocking change of all. Where once had been a small, human clit, there now grew a massive, pulsing gem of obsidian blackness. The stone was the size of a plum, and it was nestled in a bed of swollen, engorged flesh that was a stark contrast to the rest of her new orcish form. The gem was cold to the touch, radiating an eerie power that seemed to pulse in time with her racing heart.

The Eldar leaned in, his grin wide and predatory as he whispered, “Your transformation is complete, my pet.” His hand wrapped around her gem, and she couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation—it was like he was holding the very essence of her power, her anger and her fear all rolled into one. His thumb circled the sensitive stone, and she felt herself being drawn into his control.

She came hard spraying milky fluids all over the ork eldar, she screamed but it was no longer her voice, it was a snarl.

Melanie jumped to her now clawed feet, her new body feeling alien but powerful. She snarled, her teeth bared in a fierce display of dominance she didn’t know she had. But as she looked down, she gasped and quickly covered her mouth with her hand in surprise. Her once-human features were now those of a powerful orc female, with tusks and piercing yellow eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light of the tent.

The orc eldar chuckled, his gruff voice filled with satisfaction. “You are now one of us,” he said in perfect orcish, his grip on her gem tightening. “The prophecy has been fulfilled, and your human fire will fuel our war machine.”

Melanie tried to form words, but her mouth was unfamiliar, the sounds of her old tongue lost to her. Her new orcish voice was a snarl, a raw, primal expression of the anger and fear that roiled within her. “What did you do to me?” she managed to ask, her words a mix of orcish and human speech.

The Eldar chuckled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “Look in the mirror, my queen,” he said, gesturing to a reflective surface set against the tent’s rear. Melanie stumbled over, her new, powerful legs unsteady beneath her. The sight that greeted her was a gorgeous monstrosity, a twisted reflection of the girl she had once been. Her skin was now a deep green, her nose a small, cute snout. Her teeth had become pointed and sharp, and her eyes were slits of yellow fire that gleamed with malice.

Her breasts, once the envy of every human on campus, were now massive and heavy, swaying pendulously with every step she took. But it was her lower body that truly terrified her. The swollen pussy that had been the focus of the Eldar’s attention had transformed into something monstrous—a thick pussy mound, dark green on the outside but pink and tight on the inside. The gem at its center was now the size of a fist, casting an eerie glow that seemed to suck the light from the room.

But once she saw the remnants of her beautiful face mixed with orc features, she let out a soft purr. The anger and spite she had felt towards Charlotte and Trisha had been replaced by a strange, all-consuming hunger. It was as if the very fabric of her being had been rewired, her desires and needs now aligned with the brutal world of Alaria. The sight of the gem-studded pussy between her legs filled her with a sense of power and lust that was alien but undeniable.

Turning back to the orc Eldar, she snarled in perfect orcish, “This body feels so good, I think I need it filled with your cock!” The creature’s eyes widened, and a rumbling growl of pleasure escaped his throat. He dropped his loincloth, revealing his massive, thick member that was already dripping with pre-cum. Melanie’s human mind recoiled at the sight, but her new orc instincts took over, and she felt a wetness spread between her legs.

The smell of his pre-cum was intoxicating, driving her mad with lust. Without a moment’s hesitation, she turned around and arched her back, presenting her new, terrifyingly beautiful gem-studded pussy to him. The air was thick with the scent of his arousal, and she could feel the heat of his desire washing over her.

The Eldar’s cock was a monstrous thing, thick and veiny, with a girth that made Melanie’s eyes water in anticipation and fear. He placed the tip of his member against her engorged sex, and she felt the coolness of the gem press against her sensitive flesh. Then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very earth, he slammed into her with a force that sent her stumbling forward. The pain was exquisite, a white-hot brand searing through her body, and she screamed out her pleasure as her pussy stretched to accommodate his size.

With every thrust, Melanie felt the gem deep within her pulse in time with her heartbeat, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her transformed body. The Eldar’s clawed hands dug into her massive hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her with a rhythm that seemed to match the very beat of the drums outside. Her tits bounced with every impact, the heavy weight of them adding to the overwhelming sensation that washed over her.

“Fuck me, fuck me harder, my lord!” she snarled in orcish, the words foreign but filled with a primal need that seemed to resonate through her very soul. The Eldar grinned, his tusks gleaming in the flickering firelight as he complied, his thrusts growing more and more violent. The tent walls bulged and strained with every movement, threatening to collapse around them in a shower of fabric and wooden beams.

The pressure built within Melanie’s new orcish body, the sensation of his thick cock filling her to the brim unlike anything she had ever felt. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the camp, the Eldar came. His cum shot into her like a firehose, filling her with a warm, sticky substance that seemed to pulse with power. She felt her body stretch to accommodate the sheer volume, her pussy clenching around his member as he continued to fill her.

As her orgasm ripped through her, Melanie’s vision went white, and she saw a constellation of stars and planets align before her eyes. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been torn apart, revealing the cosmos in all its glory. The gem at the center of her pussy pulsed in time with the rhythm of her climax, sending waves of pleasure through her that were so intense they bordered on pain. She sprayed her cum all over his groin and dick straight backwards.

When the spasms subsided and her vision cleared, she turned to face the orc Eldar, her eyes alight with a newfound fire. “If you let me get revenge on those two bitches,” she panted, her voice still a snarling growl, “I will fuck you every night like this.” Her words were a challenge, a promise, and a declaration of her newfound power all rolled into one.

The orc’s grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with lust and greed. He knew that the power of the prophecy was now in his grasp, and the human girl who had once scorned him was now a creature of his own making, his to use and dominate. He nodded his head, his tusks cutting through the air. “Your loyalty will be rewarded,” he rumbled.

Melanie felt the warmth of his cum still inside her, the thought of bearing his offspring both terrifying and exhilarating. As the reality of her new existence set in, she felt a strange sense of power. Her mind raced with the possibilities that lay before her. If she could control the Eldar, if she could manipulate him then perhaps, she could turn the tide of the war.

“I am your queen now,” she said, her voice a mix of the human she once was and the orc she had become. “And as your queen, I demand that you treat me with the respect I am due.” The Eldar’s eyes narrowed for a moment, but then he nodded, his grin spreading wide once again. “As you wish, my queen,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. And with that she smiled and said in pure orc, “this beats the shit out of Earth, I think I will stay and decorate this place to look nice and cute.” And the Eldar shot her a worried look.