The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Neil noticed that his new appearance didn’t seem strange to anyone in his surroundings, except for himself. He knew that if his mother had noticed any change, she would have commented on it.

Something was happening, something he wasn’t quite grasping yet, but he would soon discover the truth.

Before his cousin arrived, Neil went out to play with his basketball. He had never been good at the game, but he found solace in shooting hoops, even if most of his attempts missed.

This time, however, things were different.

He made ten consecutive three-pointers, then changed angles and continued his streak from the other end of the court.

He sprinted towards the hoop, jumped, and performed several acrobatic flips in the air, his body hovering over the rim as he scored once more. He felt unstoppable.

His strength, speed, agility, and reflexes had all increased. There was no denying it: He was a Super, and his powers had awakened due to that bite from the Green Girl.

“Cousin!” Neil exclaimed, startled by the sight that greeted him.

As was her custom, his cousin was clad only in a shirt and panties, her bra and pants discarded in a heap on the floor.

“If my mother were here, she wouldn’t allow such excessive ‘familiarity,’” Neil remarked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“But she’s not here, is she?” she countered, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Neil slammed the door shut, his anger rising. As he turned to ascend the stairs, a thought occurred to him:

“Cousin, do I look different to you?”

She gave him a quick once-over, her eyes scanning him from head to toe.

“No, you’re still the same pathetic, nerdy square you’ve always been,” she replied, her tone dismissive.

Neil wanted to retort, but he knew it would be futile. However, he couldn’t ignore the fact that his crotch was hardening like a rock, and he found himself looking at his cousin from a perspective he had never considered before. She was sexy, with tanned skin, dark hair, painted nails, natural makeup, and curves in all the right places. Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, and she had a nice ass, but her strongest feature was her legs.

He had never viewed her in a sexual light before, their relationship having always been strained.

“What are you staring at, N-E-R-D? Get back to your nerdy lair!” she snapped, her tone laced with contempt.

He complied, leaving her on the sofa, engrossed in the dramatic series she loved, while he found them mind-numbingly boring.

Two crucial thoughts kept running through his mind:

For the first time in his life, he found his cousin sexy.

Also for the first time, her insults didn’t affect him in the slightest.

Not only had his body changed, but something within his mind had shifted as well.

Back in his room, Neil undressed and relaxed on the bed. He tried to read one of his comics, but he couldn’t stop thinking about his cousin’s fleshy thighs and the inverted heart shape her ass formed as she rested her legs on the back of the sofa.

He decided to indulge in some self-care and cleared his mind, knowing exactly what any sensible man would do in this situation: masturbate.

He touched himself, thinking about his cousin. After all, it was just a private fantasy, a fleeting lustful moment.

He imagined his hands caressing her body, starting with her feet. He visualized his own hands, transferring heat to every part he touched in his mind. He began with the toes, from the big toe to the pinky, running his fingertips along the soles and up to the heels. He imagined the heat traveling up her ankles, calves, and knees, until it settled in her thighs, generating more and more warmth.

This heat, this masculine touch spreading through his cousin’s inner thighs, increased the pressure in his crotch, the word “horny” echoing in his pelvis, tempting him to move his hand towards her pussy, tempting her to touch herself as well.

Without thinking, without reflection, he gave in to his arousal.

“Cum, you little cousin slut!” he exclaimed, his voice hoarse as he fantasized.

His cousin rolled her eyes back, her body convulsing as she came on the sofa, unaware of why or even caring. It was as if two versions of her existed within the same body—the cousin who watched dramatic series, and the cousin who came like a wanton slut for no apparent reason.

Neil couldn’t get the image of his cousin out of his mind, writhing on the couch, arching her back, mouth open wide as if gasping for extra oxygen, and finally collapsing in ecstasy. Her small, feminine hand moved faster and faster in circles on her soaked pussy.

As he thought about wetness, Neil realized that having a mouth on his cock would be far more enjoyable than his own hand. The fantasy continued to unfold.

His cousin removed her hand from her panties, went to the bathroom, fixed her hair, and applied the red lipstick his mother kept but rarely used. She slowly ascended the stairs, her steps deliberate and sensual, her hips swaying, her ass cheeks undulating from side to side.

She reached his door, wearing only her panties, her breasts exposed, the fabric of her underwear damp and translucent from her pussy juices.

She opened the door, and Neil, so engrossed in his fantasies, thought he had imagined it. His thoughts were unusually vivid and lucid.

Jennifer settled between his legs, massaging his muscular thighs, and then lowered her head to give his glans a loving, sloppy kiss, her tongue caressing it.

Neil opened his eyes, removed his hand from the base of his cock, and let her work. He didn’t understand what was happening, and he didn’t care; he just wanted to savor the moment.

Jennifer’s eyes were glassy, her actions automatic as she sucked his cock. Her mouth and tongue seemed to know exactly what to do, guided by practiced movements.

Neil was fascinated.

“She’s really focusing on sucking my cock. I wish she’d pay attention to my balls instead,” he thought, and Jennifer obeyed, sliding her tongue down from the tip, along the underside, until she reached his balls. She swirled her tongue around them, coating them with saliva, tasting his sweat and the musky scent of his semen.

Neil performed a sort of introspection, realizing that he could detect and feel exactly what he was doing to Jennifer. He delved into her thoughts and found them blank, devoid of conscious thought.

“So, you’re in a deep trance, Jennifer,” he smirked, a malicious glint in his eye.

He released her mentally, not wanting to exert too much effort in keeping her under his control. He wanted to see how she would act once disconnected from his telepathic hold.

She blinked, and her eyes regained their focus. She spat out the right ball she had been sucking, wiping the sticky hair from her mouth with a look of disgust.

She glared at him with hatred.

“Neil! What...?”

She tried to ask, but Neil, still wearing a malicious smile, captured her with his telepathy once more.

“You’re a stupid girl, Jennifer. Now, you’ll be my little guinea pig.”

Jennifer was on her knees, her ass resting on her ankles, legs spread wide as she masturbated with one hand while the other roughly tugged at her nipples. Her mouth hung open, tongue resting on her chin, eyes fixed on the cock and hanging balls of her cousin.

Neil held her by the nape of her neck with one hand and pulled her hair with the other, maintaining a relentless pace as he thrust his cock into her face, his balls slapping against her chin.

Her makeup was smudged, dark mascara streaking down her cheeks, and the red lipstick smeared at the corners of her mouth. But she didn’t care; she was barely conscious of what was happening.

Neil had already filled her stomach with several loads of cum, so one more wouldn’t hurt. He let the jet of semen hit the back of her throat, suppressing her gag reflex as she swallowed his cum.

Glup glup glup glup glup glup glup

“AAAAaah!” Jennifer woke up in terror, sitting on the sofa, which was now damp and reeked of sex.

Her panties were soaked. “Did I pee myself?” she wondered, but her attention soon drifted elsewhere.

The fear faded, and she recalled the dream of sucking her cousin’s cock, or so she thought. Neil, not yet aware of his ability to alter memories, decided to implant the illusion that it had all been a dream.

Although what had transpired while she was in a trance would remain buried in her subconscious, she wouldn’t it unless Neil willed it so.

Jennifer got dressed and made her way upstairs to tease her nerdy cousin, as was her custom.

“If I won’t be visiting him for a while, I should leave him with a memorable impression,” she thought, a malicious glint in her eye as she crafted the most offensive and humiliating insult she could muster.

“I’m going to tear him apart.”

She flung open the door without permission, as was her habit, but her malicious intentions didn’t play out as expected.

Neil was naked, reading comics, but that wasn’t what shocked Jennifer.

“That cock is perfect. I’d love to give it a good blowjob.”

That intrusive thought lodged itself in Jennifer’s mind, along with a silly, dreamy smile.

What was the insult she had planned? Something about a worm, nerd, or geek? She couldn’t , because now, all she wanted was something much hotter. Her thoughts were confused and tangled as she beheld her cousin’s cock.

“...My thoughts are confused and tangled when I see Neil’s cock... My thoughts are confused and tangled... My thoughts...”

This instruction repeated itself in Jennifer’s subconscious, leaving her frozen and transfixed in the doorway.

Neil had discovered his ability to put people into a trance that day, along with the power to transmit sensations, desires, orders, and whims.

Thanks to his knowledge of comics, he quickly adapted to his new powers and drew some conclusions.

He realized that people didn’t find him strange, despite his transformation, due to an unconscious psychological projection. This was a handy defensive tool, as he didn’t want anyone to know about his powers.

The remaining question was whether his post-trance orders would work.

They worked perfectly.

Neil set aside his comic and smiled at the bewildered Jennifer.

“Come and suck my cock, stupid bitch. I know you need it.”

Another subliminal instruction began to circulate in Jennifer’s mind:

“I’m a stupid bitch. I want to suck my cousin’s cock. I need to suck my cousin’s cock. I’m going to suck my cousin’s cock... I’m a stupid bitch...”

Neil sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, giving Jennifer access. She knelt before him, took her cousin’s massive cock in her hands, and eagerly devoured it.

Jennifer woke up once again, feeling her stomach heavier than usual, as if she had drunk too much water. She was dressed, but the tingling, burning sensation in her crotch was unbearable.

She approached the stairs, intending to bully her cousin, or so she thought. Wasn’t that what she had planned? Had she even tried?

As she was about to ascend the stairs, a close-up image of her cousin’s perfect cock flashed in her mind, leaving her frozen once more, a silly grin on her face.

This time, after two long minutes, she shook her head, blushed with embarrassment, and ran to the bathroom. The itching in her crotch was unbearable.

She had removed her pants and soaked panties, realizing that her juices weren’t limited to a slight arousal. They extended from her pussy, down her thighs, and even to the insides of her knees.

The bathroom began to smell of her fluids, and the scent only added to her excitement. She needed to cum to relieve the heat building within her.

She gently massaged her sensitive pussy, beginning her usual masturbatory ritual.

She thought about her first time, the most exciting moments she had shared with her ex-boyfriends, and some porn scenes. The climax built gradually, just the way she liked it.

But then, the image of Neil’s cock suddenly flashed in her mind, and Jennifer came unexpectedly, harder than she ever had before.

More intense than any orgasm she had experienced.

Her toes curled, her head fell back, her torso arched inward, and her legs parted just enough for her pussy to release the pressure in the form of squirts, spraying the floor and the front wall. Her eyes remained open, but her vision was blurred and crossed from the intensity of her orgasm.

When Jennifer finished, Neil opened the bathroom door, knowing full well the sight that awaited him.

She looked up at him, making no attempt to cover herself, even as he took in the sight of her exposed pussy, her legs, and the bathroom floor soaked with her juices. She was too exhausted to do anything about it.

“How are you feeling, Jennifer?” Neil asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I feel great,” she replied, her voice dreamy.

Neil’s cousin was floating on a cloud of sweet endorphins, everything feeling hazy and abstract.

“I’m going to teach you math,” he stated.

“Why?” she asked, her voice lacking any real curiosity.

“Because you want me to teach you math.”

“I want you to teach me?”

“You want me to.”

He began caressing her scalp, like one would pet a beloved pet. Jennifer felt immense pleasure and comfort from this touch, as if someone had been caressing her head while she indulged in something delicious that she couldn’t quite identify.

He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Neil maintained a perverse, mocking smile, not only because of the situation he had his cousin in but also because he was forcing her to make eye while she was cross-eyed from the chemical cocktail of her orgasm.

“You know I’m very good at math because I’m a nerd.”

“You’re good, very good at math because you’re a nerd.”

“You can’t do it alone, you need my help.”

“I can’t do it alone, I need your help.”

“Why do you want Neil to teach you?” Neil’s mother asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

“Because Neil is very good at math,” Jennifer replied, the words tumbling out automatically. One moment, she had been in the bathroom, and now she was sitting with Neil and his mother in the dining room. What had happened to the time in between? Had it all been a dream?

Jennifer analyzed all the possibilities and arrived at the most sensible conclusion:

“I shouldn’t fall asleep with the TV on. It gives me weird dreams.”

“Can’t you do it alone?” Neil interrupted her train of thought.

“I can’t do it alone, I need your help.”

A voice echoed in her head:

“Slut, stupid, stupid, stupid.”

Along with this voice, she felt a warm sensation in her crotch.

Jennifer didn’t like being called a “stupid slut” by the voice in her head, but the warm sensation more than made up for it.

“So, you’re telling me that you can’t do it alone and you need my help,” Neil stated, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Slut, stupid, stupid, stupid,” the voice in her head repeated.

The warm sensation in Jennifer’s crotch intensified.

“Yes, I need your help...”

“Because I’m a stupid slut,” she finished, her voice trailing off.

“...because I can’t do it alone.”

“... So stupid...”

The voice in her head continued to taunt her, and Jennifer left for home, feeling incredibly stupid and incredibly turned on.

Canonical Foundations:

The world wasn’t always filled with superheroes; people went about their lives, working, studying, walking the streets, without worrying about the existence of villains or heroes in costumes.

Then, extraordinary events occurred, changing humanity forever.

The Day of Impact. Year 0 of the existence of Supers (30 years ago):

A train came to a sudden halt, rumbling as it screeched to a stop. The impact inside the train seemed minimal, and the tracks appeared curved. engers disembarked, surprised by what had just happened. It seemed like an accident, yet everyone was unharmed.

Two beings had materialized on the tracks: one, who would later be named Perseo after the Greek hero, radiated a bright blue light from one of his hands, causing the train to levitate slightly above the rails.

The light ceased, and the train gently lowered back down.

Perseo fought against a being known as Pandora, a shapeless, pitch-black creature with massive jaws, a cross between a bear and a crocodile but of much larger proportions, capable of swallowing the train in a single bite.

The roles of the villain and the hero were clear, and the onlooking crowd, though scared, couldn’t tear their eyes away. It seemed like a collective fantasy, but unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, it was all too real.

Perseo lifted Pandora with his strong arms and hurled her to the next district. He propelled himself forward, leaping, fighting, and surviving. Sometimes, Perseo would move Pandora to a different location, and other times, Pandora would dictate the pace of the battle.

Perseo unleashed dazzling rays of light, soared through the air, and though Pandora bit and thrashed, not a single scratch marked his body.

Pandora, unable to fly, suffered devastating impacts with each blow, her body torn apart, yet her advanced regeneration kept her alive.

As Pandora regenerated, she transformed into a muscular humanoid form, her speed increasing and posing a greater challenge to Perseo.

Perseo seemed more powerful, but he had to both fight Pandora and protect the surrounding buildings from major damage. Though he mostly failed in the latter, he did his best to minimize the destruction.

The combat lasted for several hours, with Perseo adapting to Pandora’s new form. Finally, with a decisive blow, Pandora’s body exploded. The onlooking crowd, who had been hiding, emerged to applaud Perseo. But he stood there, clenching his fists, his eyes fixed on the scattered remains.

Pandora’s final form was that of a voluptuous woman with wavy reddish hair and powerful green eyes. Her body was alluring, and Perseo couldn’t relax, still clenching his fists. He had been fighting a shell, and now, she was intact.

Pandora took a deep breath and blew, causing the people in the area to drop like flies, one by one, disintegrating into the air like salt in water.

Perseo coughed, poisoned but not defeated, his life hanging in the balance. Pandora took advantage of his weakened state and pierced his chest from side to side with her right hand.

It seemed Pandora had won, but Perseo had intentionally lowered his defenses to trap her with his body.

Perseo radiated a brilliant blue light and exploded, sending a bolt of lightning through the atmosphere. Pandora was turned to stone, immobile and inert, and Perseo was gone forever.