The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Shifting back to her human form after going toe to toe with Bone as a large, silverback gorilla and getting knocked across the street and into the front, brick facade of the building facing the bar for her efforts, Magpie took a deep breath and even managed a laugh as she checked herself out.

‘Deep breath. Ooo... kay, lungs still work. Ten fingers, ten toes and nothing feels broken, but damn that... hurt! Guess that’s what I get for bringing a gorilla to a Bone fight. Fine, I’ll just have to try something bigger.’

Shifting from human to that “something bigger,” she shifted into a ten foot tall Sasquatch. Feeling pain free and much stronger in her new form, Stacy faced off against Valley City’s second strongest villain, the man known simply as Bone. Bone, or the thirty six year old Vincent Treece, stands a very muscular and tanned six feet, ten inches tall. He has short black hair and blue eyes. Possessing super strength, near total invulnerability and the seemingly requisite powerful healing factor that all the city’s meta human “strong and invulnerable” types have makes the meta human criminal a near match to Brigade. It also makes him almost as hard to take down. Managing a smile as she pictured her “cold” teammate, Stacy could hear Frost’s voice clear in her mind. She just hoped she sounded more like Frost than she felt at the moment.

“All right, Bone. Round two. You mind if I lead?”

“You wanna dance, tiny tits? Fine, let’s dance. But, just for the record, that punk kid started this, not me. Why don’t you go hassle him?”

“You mean the “punk kid” you threw through the bar’s front, plate glass window, across the street and into a parked car? The unconscious “kid” on the way to the hospital as we speak? That “kid?“

“Yeah, him. I just wanted a few pizzas and a couple of bottles to wash them down with. But he just wouldn’t shut up, would NOT fucking leave me alone. And believe it or not, I’m not looking for trouble here, so what say you save yourself a world of hurt, say “thank you, Mr. Bone, sir.” and we go our separate ways this once?”

“Because you’re... ”

Stopping mid-sentence when she sees them coming out of the corner of her eye, Stacy lets out an obvious sigh of relief as Lady Blue and Mytech arrive on scene. As Mytech s her, Lady Blue faces Bone.

“Because you’re a wanted criminal, Bone. So we can’t just let you walk away and you know it. So, be smart, make it easy on all of us, surrender now and I’ll make sure we have you back at the containment center in time for dinner. It’s Saturday night, that’s steak night, isn’t it?”

“Pizza. Steak would’ve been last night. So that’s it? Three little SHE-roesare gonna stop the big, bad villain? Goddamn it, I swear, if a woman isn’t on her knees or on her back, she’s in the fucking way!“

“Ooohh! You did NOT just say that, did you, Bone?! Are you trying to get your ass kicked?“

“Get MY ass kicked? You DO how our last fight ended, don’t you, Lady... BLOW?! I wasn’t the one in the ambulance, was I?”

Angelina took an involuntary breath as she thought back to the last time she fought Bone. He and Brigade were together and had caught her completely by surprise and if not for her invulnerability, healing factor AND Frost’s very timely arrival, it might not have been an ambulance she’d needed.

“No, you weren’t. But Brigade isn’t here to help you this time, is he, Bone? So let’s just see who needs that ambulance ride this time.”

As Lady Blue and Bone charge each other again, Stacy turns to Megan.

“I’m SO glad you two are here, Megan. I know the three of us can handle Bone, but do you mind telling me where Frost and Star Shine are? And tell me there IS a S.M.R.T. team coming too?”

“Frost and Star Shine are both helping the fire department with a big fire at Chemtros Chemicals down on the Industrial Mile. And yes, there is a S.M.R.T team enroute as we speak, Magpie.”

As she watches Lady Blue sidestep, catch and throw the heavy, cast iron manhole cover that Bone threw at her right back at him only to watch it bounce harmlessly off his back as he picks up the car next to him and throws it at her, Stacy wonders if even her sasquatch form would’ve fared any better against the tall, powerful villain than her gorilla did.

“Knowing how strong Angelina is and watching Bone go toe to toe with her is starting to make me doubt if any of my shifts could match him. He may not be as big, tall or powerful as Brigade is, but, Bone still scares me as much as he does.”

“I know he does, Magpie. And, to be honest, he scares me too. So why didn’t you wait for us to back you up? I told you we were on the way to help you deal with him.”

Before Stacy can respond, they are both forced to duck to the side to avoid Bone as he crashes into the wall only inches behind them, sending bits of brick and mortar flying in all directions. As the muscle-bound villain gets back to his feet, Stacy again shifts into her sasquatch form, only to stare in surprise as Bone stops mid-step and collapses back to the ground. Recognizing the same glass “sleep capsule” she used on Brigade months before, Stacy turns to Mytech and gives her a grateful wink as they stand over the thankfully unconscious villain.

“Some people might think a literal sleep gas capsule is a little too... “James Bond, comic booky,” or even genuinely cliche’, but I’m very glad it works Mytech. Anything that avoids or shortens a fight with Bone or Brigade is a win in my book.”

“I have to agree with you, Magpie. I may be invulnerable, but I still feel the impact when I fight those two. I’ll even have the bruises to prove it soon enough. So, cliche’ or not, your little gas pellets get my vote as well, Mytech.”

“Thank you, ladies. It’s always nice to be recognized for my efforts even if it is rather self-serving appreciation.”

Wrapping their arms around her, Angelina and Stacy give Megan a big hug and an overly dramatic kiss on both cheeks. Stepping back, they fold their hands under their chins and blink their eyes at her in a deliberately over-the-top show of affection.

“We.. love... you..., Meg...an.”

“Sluts!”

Their combined laughter a mixture of genuine humor and very real relief at ending Bone’s threat, the three heroes are only to happy to help the officers of S.M.R.T team two secure the large villian for his trip to the Valley City Meta Human Special Containment Center.

Victoria Bridgewater is at home enjoying her new slave, Bethany Van Hoffe, the former River City heroine known as Red Rocket. Except for the bright red, leather slave collar fit snugly in place around Bethany’s neck, both of them are totally nude. They are relaxing by the pool in the large back yard of Victoria’s private estate. An estate that sits on a very well-kept and even more private one hundred and twenty acres. Victoria is happily soaking up the hot sun and working on her all-over tan while Bethany obediently eats her out. Again. She has already enjoyed two satisfying orgasms on this relaxing Sunday afternoon, but she still has Bethany’s face buried between her legs. Thinking about her surprise-filled meeting with Rochelle, she laughs again as she considers that last bomb Rochelle dropped on her.

‘Check AND mate to you, Rochelle! I have to give that one to you, dear.’

She can’t believe that she’s actually seriously considering Rochelle’s very real request to get the “Domme Squad” back together to help her do something that will only make her even more powerful. Frighteningly powerful, at that. Victoria laughs as she tries to imagine the various responses from her former villainous teammates. She’s all but certain she knows what they’ll tell her. She has very little doubt what Sandra would do the moment she managed to physically get her hands on Rochelle after what happened that night in the club. And as for the twins...??

‘OH HELL!! I should do it JUST to get them ALL in the same room again! Fuck, if not for her powers, it would take me, Sandra and probably Boris just to keep the twins from fucking ripping her eyes out of their sockets! The ONLY thing Glimmer and Gloss want from Rochelle is her heart and her head in matching glass jars on their desks! How the... FUCK am I going to get them to help... HER do anything? Those two are NOT forgiving and they do NOT forget!’

The sun-worshipping Victoria tenses up as she feels yet another powerful orgasm surge through her sweat-drenched body. Reaching down and taking Bethany by the back of her head, Victoria pushes her slave’s face tighter against her hot, overworked and painfully tender pussy.

“Mmm! Oohh yeesss, that’s... it. De-deeper. Ooohh ffuuck!! You have such a skilled tongue, my pet. I know Rochelle didn’t teach you how to do THAT in the short time she owned you! Ha haa. Y-yeesss, that’s it. Swallow my cum, you mindless, little slut! Mmm, such a good girl. Keep going, slave. Lick my pussy till you find and swallow every last drop of my cum. That’s it!”

Bethany obeys her new owner and Mistress as she lovingly continues to lick her sugar sweet folds and devotedly searches out every drop of her mistress’s cum and juices with her tongue as she keeps licking her pussy and sucking her clit. Rochelle gave Bethany to Victoria as her slave just so she would meet with her and hear her out. Victoria laughs as she grinds her hips against Bethany’s face even as the former super heroine continues to obediently satisfy her owner. After fully enjoying this latest orgasm, Victoria collapses back into her pool chair and releases Bethany. She takes a deep breath and smiles as she looks down into her slave’s eyes. She takes a moment to run her fingers through Bethany’s still short but growing hair as she moves it out of her eyes. She then takes her by the chin, pulls Bethany toward her until her slave’s own sexy, sweat-covered body blocks the sun entirely. Looking into her eyes, Victoria kisses her. She laughs when she tastes herself on Bethany’s lips.

“Good girl. You are a VERY satisfying little pussy eater, Bethany. It’s a damn good thing that offering you up as their sex slave wouldn’t be nearly enough to get any of them to agree to meet Rochelle. I have NO plans to ever give you up, slave! You are a very satisfying little fuck toy!”

“Thank you, Mistress! I am so happy that I have pleased you. I live only for your pleasure, Mistress.”

“Of course you do, my pet. You are such a delight to own. Fucking you has been so much damn fun. You serve me well, Bethany. Summer has told me how much you’ve satisfied her as well. She loves how sweet your pussy tastes and she definitely enjoys fucking you every night as part of our fun.”

“Mistress Summer is a very beautiful woman, Mistress. It is my life’s sole purpose to serve and satisfy her just as it is to serve you. I am your devoted slave. Please, how else may I serve you, Mistress?”

Victoria kisses Bethany again. Breaking the kiss, she smiles as she reaches for her large, plastic cup.

“Be a good girl, take this to Summer and ask her to fix me another vodka slush before she comes back out, my pet.”

“Yes, Mistress. I obey!”

Victoria takes a deliberate minute to watch Bethany’s ass as her petite and sexy pet heads inside to obey her command. Turning back to look down at her feet, Victoria sees the collared but otherwise also totally nude Imani and Lyndsey kneeling obediently at their owner’s feet while the new slave satisfied their Mistress.

“Okay, girls. Your turn. Worship my feet. Show me what loving little slaves you are.”

“As Mistress commands!”

Answering in near perfect unison, Imani and Lyndsey look up at their owner, then at each other and smile before they bow down and start to lovingly kiss and lick her feet and suck her toes. She smiles as she watches them lovingly worship her bare feet as they hang off the edge of her pool chair. They truly are as much her loving, devoted and obedient slaves as Bethany. All three former super heroines know with utter certainty that they exist only to serve and obey their beautiful, powerful Mistress. And Mistress Summer too, of course. Victoria laughs to herself as she takes a deep breath, re-adjusts her sunglasses and settles back into her chair again. Closing her eyes, she returns to the issue at hand.

‘Mmm, such obedient little sluts. So, how do I get Sandra, Olivia and Sophia to agree to meet Rochelle without killing her? And how do I get them to take such an insane risk as to try to capture and enslave a woman that is literally the single, most powerful meta human telepath none of us have ever heard of?! Why would they even consider helping Rochelle at all, much less do it knowing it will only make her more powerful than she’s ever been?’

A sudden and surprisingly strong gust of cool wind coming out of nowhere and blowing across her body breaks Victoria out of her thoughts. Her nipples hard enough to cut glass, Victoria’s back arches almost on it’s own as the cool wind blowing across her body nearly drives her to orgasm. Taking a slow, deep and very conscious breath, she laughs out loud at the sheer pleasure rolling through her entire body in this moment. After taking a long moment to enjoy the unexpected near-orgasm, Victoria resumes her private mental discussion.

‘What’s wrong with me? Why am I even THINKING about this?! Track down and deliberately ATTACK a telepath so powerful that even the great Rochelle Saan Martine doesn’t want to face her alone? Of course, I would be safe. No meta human’s powers have EVER had any effect on me since I inherited the cameo from “crazy” old grand aunt Izabella! Well actually, not so crazy as it turned out. So much for crazy grand aunt Izzy and her collection of cheap, gaudy costume jewelry. Ha haa. God, I am SO glad mom gave it all to me! I still can’t believe how much it was worth! Five million dollars in total AND an ancient and magical cameo?I guess the joke really WAS on you after all, mom! I will NEVER forget the day I discovered what the cameo actually was! How much my life changed when I figured out that the magic of the cameo literally gave me powers beyond belief ! No, I’m not a meta human, but as long as I have the cameo, I AM more powerful than any meta human I’ve ever met or heard of for that matter!’

Seeing the fully and comfortably nude six foot tall Summer walking toward her with her usual swagger, Bethany right behind her carrying a tray with their drinks and a large bowl of fresh cut strawberries and other fruit in her hands, Victoria could only laugh. Knowing that her large property all but guarantees their total privacy, she still laughs knowing full well Summer would be just as nude and just as comfortable if they were hosting a hundred people at one of their pool parties. Perhaps letting Summer’s care-free attitude get the better of her and override her better judgement, Victoria reaches for her phone.

“Hello, Sandra? Yes, it’s me, Vix. Do you have a few minutes? I have a...proposal for you.”