The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Introduction

Dr. Jonathan Tempus ran to his lab as fast as his feet could carry him. This world, he had realized, would never understand. His inventions were wonderful, a gift to the human race. A means to finally control all women, to put them back where they belonged, in total service to men. But this world had rejected him and his ideas.

He had barely begun to put his plan in place, to subdue the women he most desired through his inventions, when the authorities caught up with him. He had not waited for the female judge and mostly female jury to convict him. He knew the outcome. He realized now that this society would never truly accept him and his ideas, never really accept that the true place of a woman was naked, on her knees, with a cock in her mouth. How much better the world would be if everyone understood that. Now he realized they never would.

But they all underestimated just how brilliant Dr. Tempus was. Not all of his inventions had been solely created to control women. No, some had other purposes.

He ran into his laboratory, but frowned when he saw it had been ransacked. Papers were strewn over the floor, his beakers shattered, and chairs overturned. However, he smiled when he saw that his Device was still there. He had made it to seem as inconspicuous as possible, and that had saved it. It looked much like a complicated watch, sitting undisturbed on one of the shelves. He grabbed it and slipped it onto his wrist.

It had been a simple matter to escape. The portable version of his visual recalibrator device closely resembled a pen. It contained a light source which, when shined into a subject’s eyes, placed their brain activity into a state in which it could be reshaped by outside forces. An authoritative voice speaking to the subject, for instance, could completely and permanently alter a subject’s thinking patterns in that state.

Once one of his pet girls had smuggled one into him, well, it was easy to have the guards let him out of his cell and escort him out of the jail. But it was only a matter of time until the authorities caught up with him, and they would likely take further precautions the next time they found him.

So he grabbed his Device, and a handful of other leftover gadgets he could find. His laptop with its revamped power source. A vial of nanites capable of self-reproducing and entering and then reprogramming the human brain. That portable pen light. Not to mention several other surprises. He put them all in a backpack, along with some basic supplies, and stood in the center of his lab. Then he turned his attention to the Device he now wore on his wrist. His Time Travel Device.

If this world would not accept him, he would make a new one. He would go back and change things until women knew their place. Until that hot MILF Judge never thought to do anything but beg him to fuck her up her ass. Until every painting in the Louvre showed bitches with cum on their faces. Until every woman in history submitted to men with a smile, and was thrilled about it.

But where to start? Go back to the beginnings of the feminist movement? Take over and turn the Suffragettes to his purposes? Or maybe things went back further than that. Should he deflower the Virgin Queen, Elizabeth? Tame Cleopatra? Or go back to the very start of the human race and influence the evolution of society itself?

In a moment, he had made his choice, and input the the date and location into his Device. Then he pressed a button on the side. Three seconds later, he suddenly appeared to blip from existence and the lab was empty. The world would never be the same.

1 — Hatshepsut (Egypt, 1478 B.C.)

Dr. Tempus blinked at the sudden, bright sunlight. He looked around and immediately realized he had made it to his destination. High, flower-capped columns surrounded a busy marketplace. Art covered the tall sandstone walls. Thankfully, no one appeared to have noticed a man suddenly appearing from thin air in strange clothes. Still, he ducked into an alcove to get his bearings, trying to seem inconspicuous.

Specifically, if everything had worked correctly he should be in Thebes, the great capital of Ancient Egypt, in the year 1478 B.C. The first year of the reign of the Pharaoh Hatshepsut. He could have gone back to the beginning of humanity, he supposed, but that seemed much less fun, somehow. Much more interesting to keep fucking history until it conformed to his own vision.

When thinking about where to start on his quest, he had immediately thought of Queen Hatshepsut. She had ascended to become Pharoah and ruled as a man, because a female ruler was considered so strange the Egyptians didn’t have a separate word for it. Her statues had beards and male clothing, because she was fulfilling the role of a man. It seemed like the start of things going downhill, somehow. She was one of the first powerful women of history. And maybe, if he could change things to his liking enough, the last?

The first thing he noticed, after his general surroundings, was that many people were entirely naked. These were the slaves, he knew. Many of the women were lean and beautiful as they hurried from place to place, often carrying heavy burdens. He also noticed that even the clothed, apparently higher-class women sometimes were letting their breasts hang free. They wore dresses, but the dresses were designed so that they didn’t start until below the nipples. He watched one beautiful woman with incredible natural tits casually walk through the marketplace, sometimes stopping to sniff a fruit or examine a trinket. He felt himself start to harden. But there would be time enough for that later.

Dr. Tempus soon found as secluded a spot as he could. First, he fished one of his vials of water-suspended nanites out of his pack, removed a small amount with a syringe, and dripped it onto his tongue. Then he pulled out his laptop and, with a few keystrokes, programmed the nanites to teach his brain Ancient Egyptian. He would be fluent in a few minutes.

Over the next few days, he made his plans. He stole some period-appropriate clothes, traded a silver earring for a room. He found the palace, figured out what times people could go in and when they could leave. He found a Palace Guard after hours at a tavern and controlled him, getting a sense of the layout and where guards usually were. And, of course, where Hatshepsut usually slept.

The next night, he was in her chamber. The details aren’t especially important, nor were they especially dignified. Between his inside man and judicious use of hiding in a large basket, he had gotten close enough to quickly control the last few guards and make sure that, not only would they allow him entrance to the Queen’s chambers, they would not think him being there was anything out of the ordinary.

So he was alone on a quiet desert night, walking over to Hatshepsut’s canopied bed by an open window. He looked down at her and saw, much to his gratification, that she was hot as fuck. She had only just ascended to the throne on her husband’s death the previous year, and was currently 29 years old. Her dark hair was cut short, as she usually wore a wig. She slept naked, her beautiful tits (he estimated a D-cup, but of course she had never restrained them with a bra) rising and falling as she breathed. Her tan skin was flawless.

He was half-expecting things in the olden days to be smelly and terrible, and thus less fun to, y’know, boink, but it turned out he was mostly thinking of Medieval Europe. The Egyptians bathed frequently, brushed their teeth, and slathered themselves in perfumes. If anything, the air in this place smelled too sweet.

He had one of his inventions at the ready. Sound, this time, instead of light. He reached down and slipped a pair of slim headphones over her ears. She opened her eyes as he did so, and opened her mouth to shout something. Hurriedly, he pressed a button on his device, and a sound began to play over the headphones. It was a specific frequency designed to temporarily disable her conscious mind and enable him direct access into her subconscious.

Queen Hatshepsut’s eyes instantly glazed over and lost focus, and her head dropped heavily back onto the pillow. Her mouth lolled open, and after a moment a rivulet of drool fell from one corner of her lips. She would remain this way, ready for his words to rewrite her brain pathways, until he played a second tone. He pulled off the headphones, then casually reached out and cupped her right breast. It was so soft under his hands. How anyone could think these incredible works of art should be wasted on running a kingdom was beyond him.

The doctor then leaned down and whispered into Hatshepsut’s ear in her native language. “When you look at me, you will see the most attractive man you have ever seen in your life. Just the thought of me will get you wet with arousal. You will want to fuck me more than anything in the world, and you will be willing to do anything to do it. You will tell anyone who asks that I am supposed to be here and you want me here, and will not see anything strange about me or that I’m here in your chambers.”

He looked down at her vacant face, then pulled the covers down and exposed her dark bush and pussy. He pressed two fingers inside her, feeling her moisten involuntarily.

Then Dr. Tempus said, “Oh yeah, and you will happily do everything I say from now on, no matter how depraved or against what you might have thought about yourself previously. Whatever I say becomes your new reality, and you’re thrilled about it.”

Then he pulled his fingers out of her, almost reluctantly, and put the headphones back on her head. He played the second tone and she blinked and looked at him. She looked him up and down, taking him in, and slowly ran a hand down her smooth flank as she did so.

“By Amun,” she breathed huskily. “You are a vision from the Gods. I am yours.”

Dr. Tempus grabbed Hatshepsut by her hair and roughly pulled her up toward him. He looked into her eyes.

“Get on your knees, bitch.”

The Pharaoh grinned and hurriedly complied, jumping off the bed and kneeling next to him on the floor. She looked up at him, eyes full of need, and ran a hand over the crotch of his pants. He was rock hard.

Dr. Tempus looked down at her, drawing out this moment. “I think that Hatshepsut’s a little hard to say,” he commented casually. “I’m going to call you Cunt. That cool with you?”

The Queen nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, of course. Anything for you, my beloved.”

Her fingers fumbled at his local garments as she desperately tried to free his cock, but he caught her hand, stopping her.

“No,” he said, his voice firm. “I want you to beg, Cunt. What would you give to have my cock?”

“I would give all that I have,” Hatshepsut answered without hesitation. “All of me, my body and my riches.” Seduction entered her eyes and her voice. “This is a prosperous kingdom, and all of its wealth is mine. I could make you rich beyond your wildest dreams, all you must do is allow me to taste your cock.”

“Would you give up your Kingdom?” he asked, a wry grin on his face. “Not just for you, but for all the future Queens who may follow?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Would you give up your immortal soul? Not just your body but your legacy for all time?”

He saw Hatshepsut’s breath catch. The Egyptian belief in the afterlife was so strong, it seemed some part of her wouldn’t quite go that far with the programming…but not a very big part of her.

“Yes, if you ask it of me.”

The doctor allowed himself a small smile. He knew then that she was completely under his power, would follow his instructions no matter how far they went. She would destroy her own kingdom and thank him for making her do it, if he asked her to. But he had something a little different in mind.

He pulled out his cock and said, “Go ahead, Cunt.”

Hatshepsut immediately went to work, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. Her technique was imperfect, it was clear she hadn’t done this much (not a lot of guys have the balls to ask an absolute monarch to go down on them), but what she lacked in experience, she made up for enthusiasm. Soon she settled into a rhythm, her tongue teasing his knob as her hand and mouth worked the shaft.

As she did so, he figured that maybe it was time to start making some of the changes he had come here for. The sex wasn’t just fun, the hormones and endorphins it triggered served as powerful reinforcement mechanisms. Yes, he had rewired her brain to accept everything he said, but also wanted her to it and think about it constantly. That’s what happened when told things to a woman under his control when his cock was in her mouth or her pussy.

“You have one son, I know,” Dr. Tempus told the Queen as her head bobbed up and down his shaft, “but that’s not even close to enough. You need to be constantly pregnant, your dynasty depends on it. And not just from one father, you need to fuck as many men as possible, in as many ways as possible. That will ensure strong kids. No more of this marrying your half-brother bullshit you royals love.”

Just for a moment, she pulled away from his dick, her eyes fixed on his, and nodded.

“Did I tell you stop, Cunt?” he growled.

He grabbed her by the hair and pushed his dick back into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged, but did not pull away. He could feel the back of Hatshepsut’s throat contracting around his cock, involuntarily trying to breathe, and it felt amazing. Her air now cut off, the Queen stared back him, making strangled noises deep in her throat, but she did not try to pull back. He held her against him for at least ten seconds. Her eyes fluttered.

Then he pulled out and she took a deep, gasping breath, strings of spittle hanging between her mouth and his cock and falling down her chin. Without waiting, she immediately went back to work. He kept his hold on the back of her head and began to use her mouth like she was a fleshlight, roughly fucking her face.

As he did so, he said. “Things are going to change around here. I see that women and men seem pretty equal, all things considered. That’s against the rules of the Gods. The Gods say that women have one purpose, to be used by men for their pleasure and to serve men in every way. I saw that your slaves go naked. From now on, all women, even you, Cunt, are like slaves to all men. Women no longer need to wear clothing. I’ve seen your statues where you dress like a man. No more of that shit.”

This was something he had thought of watching the women in the marketplace. He knew that at some point in the Middle Kingdom, not so long after Hatshepsut’s time, women’s clothing in Egypt became somewhat more conservative and it became common for them to cover their breasts. He hoped that by heading off that change now he could change what all women wore going forward.

Dr. Tempus grunted. Her throat felt fucking amazing. She made loud gulping noises as she took his dick all the way down to the base, her nose touching his stomach with each thrust. Her spit completely coated his shaft and dripped down onto her tits. Her eyes, however, stayed on his at all times. He was close.

“What I just told you will now be the law, for you and the Kingdom,” he said with a groan. “You will make the declaration tomorrow. Anyone who protests, bring them to me. You’re mine now, Cunt.”

With a final thrust, he came down her throat and in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his cock and took as much of his cum as possible. Then her naked ass fell back onto the floor. She leaned back against the side of the bed, a huge smile on her face, showing just how full of cum her mouth was. Her face and tits were slick with saliva as his cum dripped from her mouth.

He looked down at her and said, “Clean yourself up, you’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Her smile faded slightly and she scrambled forward onto her knees again.

“Please, beloved, fuck me. Use my pussy, it is yours.”

He grabbed her by the throat and pulled her up toward him.

“I’m not your beloved,” he said firmly, “I’m your Master. And if you’re a good cunt, maybe I’ll fuck you later.”

“Yes, Master, I understand,” the Pharoah croaked out. “I’ll be a good cunt.”

He released her and she fell back onto the bed. She looked back up at him, pure love for him in her eyes and his cum dribbling out of her mouth.

Dr. Tempus watched from a balcony the next morning as Hatshepsut took her throne, completely naked except for her crown as Pharoah and some truly spectacular gold jewelry. Her throne, more of a stool, really, sat on a raised dais in front of an audience filled with the elite of Thebes. Several older men and women, dressed in what he supposed was priestly garb, were also on the dais, talking quietly among themselves. Hatshepsut’s nudity was causing a great deal of discussion and murmuring among all those present, even though there were several naked slaves in the room, one of whom, a thin woman with small boobs and dark skin, was currently fanning the Pharoah with a fan of ostrich feathers.

One of the priests stepped forward, a middle-aged man. He bowed low before Hatshepsut.

“My Pharoah,” he intoned, “should you not don your royal garments? It is unknown for God’s Wife to walk among us dressed so.”

Or not dressed so, Dr. Tempus thought.

“Rise, my Priest,” Hatshepsut said. “For I am God’s Wife, and the Gods have given to me a vision. They have told me that for women to wear clothes is against the natural order.”

This caused a great deal of additional discussion, but the Queen held up a hand and the murmur quieted down.

“From this moment on, it shall be a crime for women to walk clothed among men,” Hatshepsut pronounced.

There was a brief pause. The doctor had half-suspected he’d need to control half the nobles of Egypt if this was actually going to work. But then, one after the other, the dozens of women in the room all undid their dresses and other garments, letting them fall to the floor of the palace. Breasts and asses of all ages and sizes were now on public display. They all displayed prominent bushes of pubic hair, too. He made a mental note to maybe do something about that, given his preferences.

“That was not the only message given to me,” the Queen continued. “From now on, the proper place of women is to be as slaves to men, to serve them in all ways.”

Hatshepsut looked up at where Dr. Tempus stood, and as she did so lewdly stuck a finger in her pussy, then slowly drew it out. It glistened, evidencing the fact that betraying her gender so thoroughly had made her sopping wet. She turned to her Head Priest, staring at him, then slipped the finger into her mouth and slowly sucked off her own juices.

“My Pharoah…” the Priest began to protest.

“Do you question my words, I who rule by divine right?”

Without waiting for an answer, Hatshepsut slipped down from her throne and onto her knees. Swiftly, she pulled out the Priest’s cock and began to suck.

Neither the Priest nor anyone else present questioned the Queen’s commands that day any further. Dr. Tempus supposed that sometimes it was helpful for the ruler to be seen as speaking for the Gods. That ruler being very enthusiastic about giving head didn’t hurt, either.

Sometime later, as messengers carried the Pharaoh’s new decrees throughout Egypt, Hatshepsut herself retired to her own chambers, where she found Dr. Tempus waiting for her.

She fell to her knees, eyes downcast, and asked, “Have I been a good cunt, Master?”

The doctor put a hand on her chin and gently guided her to look up at him. “You have. And now it’s time for your reward. What would you like, Cunt? Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“Will you…” she hesitated. “Will you fuck me, Master?”

He couldn’t help a small smile. “Well, if you insist.”

Hatshepsut eagerly got down on all fours in the middle of her chamber, and he pulled out his dick and positioned himself at the entrance to her pussy. He teased her for a moment, running it up and down her slick opening.

“Please, Master,” she mumbled. She was barely able to speak, she was so horny. After all, she had been blowing men for hours, driving herself into a frenzy, but the Professor had expressly told her to save her pussy for him. “Please, I need your cock. I need your cum. Fuck me, please.”

He pushed inside her, and she gasped and let out a wordless, guttural scream, as if a dam had burst. He proceeded to fuck her from behind, her supple ass cheeks slapping against him with each thrust. As he continued, he went faster and faster, spanking her a few times as he did.

He leaned forward, grabbed her hair, and roughly pulled her back toward him. He put one hand around her throat, holding her close to him as he kept fucking her.

“Now listen, Cunt,” he said. “I know you Egyptians love to build monuments and tombs, right? Your subjects are carving your name into walls up and down the Nile as we speak?”

She groaned, her eyes rolling slightly upwards.

“From now on, whenever your picture is carved somewhere, whenever a statue is built in your honor, you will tell your people to show you serving men and their cocks. You will only be shown with cum on your face and a dick in your ass. That will be your only legacy.”

She let out a strangled noise deep in her throat, unable to speak. Her pussy clenched around his cock. The sound of her ass slapping against him hard grew in volume.

“And I almost forgot, you’re gonna start shaving your pubic hair,” he told her. “That’s going to be the new standard for all women.”

“Yesyesyesyeyes,” she cried out.

“Now, Cunt,” he said, “when you come, I want you to think about how, for the rest of time, all anyone will ever know about you is that you were a fucking slut who wanted to force all the women in Egypt to be fucking sluts too. Think about how fucking hot that makes you.”

Hatshepsut’s eyes had almost fully rolled upward, her mouth hanging open as he plowed into her.

“Now, come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”

The Queen’s mouth fell open wider, but for a second no sound came out. Her legs started to quiver uncontrollably and could no longer hold her up. She fell forward, back onto her hands and knees. When sound did come out, she screamed “FUCK!” at the top of her lungs. Or the Ancient Egyptian equivalent, at any rate. She kept shaking for several seconds, and as she did, the Professor reached his own climax, shooting his cum into her pussy.

He wondered where she was in her cycle. It would be fun if the next Pharoah was actually his descendant.

Her orgasm slowly ebbed away, leaving a huge smile on her face. “By the Gods,” she whispered.

She looked back at him, half-drunk from pleasure, while his sperm seeped out of her pussy.

It was a beautiful sight. Back in 2024, the prosecutor had argued that Dr. Tempus hated women. That couldn’t be further from the truth. He knew that women were happiest serving men. He was just showing them the way to bliss. If he’d had a camera on him, he could have taken a picture of Hatshepsut in this moment to use as Exhibit A.

Taking in his little Pharoah slut, he realized that he would soon need to decide what to do next. He’d checked the fuel in his Time Travel Device and realized he could probably only make a few more trips before he needed more, and he’d noticed a lot of history lacked easy access to radiated Ditritium. So perhaps he should return to a time closer to his own, where he could refuel and check on his progress.

Or he could keep fucking his way through history, he had at least a couple jumps left. Staying for a while in this time for a while also had its appeal, he realized as he casually reached out and squeezed his cunt’s ass. He had ittedly grown quite fond of having an absolute monarch as his personal whore.

As he pondered this, he watched the Pharaoh Hatshepsut, the first great woman of history, reach down and scoop a bit of his cum out of her pussy with her finger, then bring it to her mouth and suck it off. She smacked her lips in satisfaction, thrilled with her new life.