The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As “Satisfy” by Nero continued to boom and pulse through the darkened, futuristic dance club located at the top of an otherwise normal high-rise building in downtown Tokyo that seemed to be three stories of nothing but clear glass, cold air and flashing lights, the petite, five foot tall girl gave her much taller, very beautiful, sexy and unknown dance partner a long, hot goodbye kiss and slowly danced her way off the main dance floor with her hands held high over her head and waving to the music as she made her way back to her private booth that included a sexy and very busty private waitress and the imposingly large bodyguard she hired for the night, sat down and took a minute to catch her breath. Reaching for one of the six, thin crystal shot glasses filled with chilled Belvedere vodka that sat in the silver ice bucket that sat on the matching silver tray on the booth’s white cloth covered, glass top table, her... fifth bucket of the night, she noticed the very sexy and obviously NOT twenty one year old blonde sitting alone at the bar. Oh wait, that’s right. Considering that she’s in Tokyo (for tonight, anyway) and the fact that in Japan the actual legal age is rather... murky at best, and while the girl might not be twenty one, she’s definitely late teens and considering that she’s sitting at the bar and openly drinking in a “card and stamp” dance club, yeah, she’s legal and that totally makes her deliciously fair game. Regardless, the girl was certainly sexy as fuck! Tiffany wasn’t a fan of the strappy, black platform heels even if they were obviously a high end designer label. Tiffany figured she was about five feet, four inches tall without them. She did like her loose, shoulder length, blonde hair, as opposed to Tiffany’s own nearly ankle length, naturally bright pink hair, which she currently had tied up in two llooong pigtails, and the girl’s dark tan contrasted well against Tiffany’s much paler complexion. Tiffany flashed a sly grin as she saw firsthand how the noticeably braless girl’s short, black, zipper back, Cami Bodycon dress was straining to keep her deliciously large breasts contained. Thanks to the club’s back-lit, mirrored display of Top Shelf liquor bottles behind the bartenders that highlighted her quite well, her hard and clearly visible nipples told Tiffany the girl was cold even with the unzipped, vintage, maroon, gothic leather jacket she was wearing. She had to be at least a healthy 34DD. Tiffany laughed to herself as she took a moment to look down at her own much smaller 34B breasts.

‘What? The girls all love my perky, little titties!’

Taking a closer, second look at the girl, Tiffany thought the light make-up and minimal jewelry was classy. The girl’s overall appearance told you that while she may be shopping, she wasn’t necessarily buying. Licking her lips, Tiffany sent her waitress to invite the girl to her table. After a little hesitation, the blonde grabbed her bag and followed the waitress to the table and sat down. As she did, Tiffany took one of the thin crystal shot glasses out of the bucket, slid closer and handed it to her.

“Hello sexy, I’m Tiffany. You looked like you could use a friend. What’s your name?”

Looking at Tiffany as she tentatively sipped at the offered vodka shot, the girl smiled nervously. She had been watching Tiffany on the dance floor for some time. Even in a crowded dance club on a Saturday night in a city like Tokyo, a very petite, pale woman with bright pink hair tied up in ankle length pigtails wearing such a sexy and revealing dress and dancing so seductively in six inch, hot pink, lace up, platform heels easily stands out.

“H-hi. I’m... Lisa. Lisa Daniels. N-nice to meet you.., uh... Tiffany.”

“Sure you’re old enough to be here, Lisa Daniels?”

“Oh yeah! No probs! I’m twenty three.”

Tiffany raised an eyebrow and smiled at the sexy blonde as she finished her own shot and took Lisa’s still half-full shot glass from her. Tiffany smiled at Lisa as she slammed back the rest of her shot before placing the empties back in the ice bucket. Tiffany took two more and handed one to Lisa.

“How old are you, hon?“

Taking a deep breath, Lisa looked right into Tiffany’s bright, pink eyes and smiled as she much more quickly downed the second shot before answering her.

“Okay, fine! Boo! You caught me. I’m nineteen. What about you, Tiffany?”

“Who, little ole me? I’m twenty two, darlin’.”

Sliding right up to the girl, Tiffany brazenly slid her right arm around Lisa’s neck, took her by the chin with her left hand and kissed her. She gently pressed her against the back of the padded leather booth as she leaned in against her. Caught by surprise, Lisa put her hand against Tiffany’s chest and started to push her away, but... didn’t. Considering where her hand was, she could easily feel Tiffany’s heartbeat. The surprising strength of that heartbeat and the warmth of her soft, petite body only added to the moment. Lisa reflexively cupped Tiffany’s left breast, sending a bolt of pure pleasure shooting through both of them as she squeezed. Breaking the kiss, Tiffany looked into Lisa’s bright, blue eyes and smiled a smile that said everything she didn’t have to. After she took the last two vodka shots and held them in the fingers of her left hand, Tiffany got her waitress’s attention and handed her the bucket of empties and melting ice with her right hand and sent her back to the crowded and busy bar for another fresh bucket. As she nodded and left, Tiffany smiled and cocked her head at her large bodyguard who simply smiled back before turning so that his back was to them as he faced out on the floor of the crowded club, keeping himself between them and any too curious onlookers. After giving Lisa one of the shots and a longer second kiss, Tiffany pulled back, looked into her eyes and smiled a subtle, conspiratorial grin as they both tossed back their shots. Stealthily holding the shot of vodka in her mouth, Tiffany took Lisa by the face with both hands and kissed her again. As they kissed, Tiffany served the vodka to Lisa. Caught by surprise when the cold vodka and Tiffany’s tongue entered her mouth in the same moment, Lisa managed to recover quickly and swallowed the offered shot before returning the kiss with a sudden and surprising zeal of her own. After the kiss, Tiffany pulled away, looked into Lisa’s eyes for a moment, then kissed her on the chin, the cheek and behind the ear and smiled a cat’s grin before wordlessly slipping under the table. Lisa couldn’t believe that what was about to happen to her was actually about to happen to her!

‘Oh... My God!! Ooohh mmyyy God, wh-what the... ffuuuck am I doing?! I... I don’t even know this woman! I’m s-sitting in a crowded dance club in Tok... kyo and a strange girl is... is... ooohh ffuuuck!! She’s... she’s actually... mmmm!! Ffuuuck, that feels ssooo... oohh Gooodd!!’

As she felt her short dress being pushed up around her waist and her skimpy, emerald green, cotton panties being pulled down her legs, over her shoes and completely off her body, Lisa took a deep breath as Tiffany started to eat her out right there under the table. As Tiffany very skillfully licked her warm, wet folds and sucked at her clit, Lisa laughed out loud as she leaned back against the padded booth, put her hands palms down against the edge of the table, pressed down firmly and closed her eyes.

‘Ooohh God!! Ffuuuck mmeee!! I... I can’t... ssshheee’s... mmm. I’m... Ooohh God! I’m goonnaa... ccuuummm!!’

Lisa explodes in an all too sudden orgasm that is far beyond anything she has ever experienced before! As she feels the music and the orgasm pulse through her body together in rolling waves of sheer bliss, she grabs Tiffany’s head and pulls her hair tight as she clenches her fists and pulls Tiffany’s face flush against her surging pussy. Moving only on instinct, the inexperienced, nineteen year old girl grinds Tiffany’s face against her pulsing slit even as the woman under the table continues to eat her out. A few gloriously long and all too short minutes later, Tiffany finally slides back up to Lisa in the booth just before the waitress returns with a fresh bucket of six shot glasses full of chilled vodka. Tiffany leans against Lisa and speaks into her ear as she makes a show of sliding Lisa’s panties into her own bag.

“I’ll be keeping these, darlin’. I like to keep mementos of my more... unexpected encounters, don’t you?“

Nodding in silent response, Lisa takes another deep breath as she stares at the very petite and beautiful woman that just ate her out until she came like a slut in a crowded and all too public dance club. Lost for words, Lisa just smiles and nods blankly as she eagerly reaches for a now much needed shot of vodka. Tiffany looks into her eyes, gives her a knowing grin and kisses her again.

“Mmm. You really do... taste sweet, baby. But..., if you’ll excuse me..., I need to... freshen up some.... I’ll be back... in a minute... You just stay... right there.., lover. I’m DEFINITELY... coming back... for you!“

Tiffany kisses her between words, then slides out and heads for the bathroom. Her arms in the air, Tiffany dances and sways her hips with every step she takes as she leaves the taste of Lisa’s own juices on her lips. Switching her empty shot glass for another full one and without even realizing it, Lisa openly stares at Tiffany’s cute, little ass as she disappears toward the back of the club and the bathrooms. As she kills her fourth?, fifth? shot of vodka and looks around the club, Lisa is lost in already hazy thoughts.

‘OH!! MY!! GOD!! Does this make me... gay?! DAMN!! Yeah sure, I told mom I wanted to experience the “real” Tokyo while she met with Prime Minister Kishida, but I never imagined I’d do anything like... like THIS!! Oh God! I... Wait a minute! Oh shit!! Is... is she expecting me to... to leave the club with her?! Am I actually going to go to her place and have sex with a hot girl I just met? Oh Hell, I just called her hot! Holy shit, I AM a lez!!’

Taking a deep breath, Lisa leans back in the booth, closes her eyes and lets the loud, powerful music physically pulse through her entire body. As her imagination runs wild, she laughs at the sheer reality of what’s happening to her tonight. She smiles so big her face hurts as she pictures going home with Tiffany and having her very first, very real and what she assumes will be a very hot, lesbian experience with the beautiful, delicious, little stranger she just met.

Lost in her own thoughts as she leans over the sink in front of the large mirror in the women’s bathroom and washes Lisa’s cum and juices off of her face and rinses her mouth out with a little water, Tiffany doesn’t notice the transparent, blue image of a woman as it materializes in the mirror right in front of her.

‘Ooohh Yuumm... mmeee!! I KNEW it!! Little miss Lisa Daniels is going to be a LOT of fun when I get her sexy ass back to the hotel. Christ, I can’t wait to fuck her! Damn, she’s got a sweet pussy! I can’t wait to see what shee.. iiiaahh!! Christ! What the... hell!?!’

“Hello, Tiffany.”

A single, smooth step backward, a quick flick of both wrists, a sudden, silent flash of bright light and a rainbow colored, tactical karambit knife instantly appearing in each hand, Tiffany quickly turns around to face whoever’s behind her but when she sees no one there, she checks the rest of the bathroom and then turns back only to find the image in the mirror still there.

“Wh-who the... fuck are you!?! Are you... real? You must be because I know I’m not drunk. With my crazy metabolism, it takes a HELL of a lot more than a few buckets of vodka shots for me to even start to get a good buzz going!“

Another silent flash of light as she flicks her wrists again and the knives disappear. Tiffany takes a deep breath and relaxes when the woman in the mirror starts talking.

“Who I am isn’t important right now. But, yes, I’m very real. As to why I’m here, it’s actually quite simple. There is a very serious situation occurring in Valley City right now and I would very much appreciate your... assistance, Tiffany.“

Quick to recognize a potentially profitable opportunity when she hears it, even one as... bizarre as this, Tiffany straightens up and crosses her arms over her own small chest.

“Oh? Well, first off, miss ‘isn’t important right now’, how and why would I help you? And second, just in case you don’t know what mirror you just... uh, popped into, but we’re in Tokyo, Japan at the moment, darlin’. So, getting back to good ole Valley City, U. S. A. will obviously take some time.“

The ghostly blue woman in the mirror simply laughs as she crosses her arms over her own ample chest and literally “walks” right out of the mirror and into the bathroom to face Tiffany, fully formed. Momentarily startled when the unknown, transparent woman literally steps out of the mirror to face her, Tiffany quickly recovers and smiles as she stands there and thinks about the hot girl waiting for her back in her booth when the transparent woman now “standing” in the bathroom continues.

“If I may, Tiffany? I simply don’t have time to waste playing games. We both know that you, Miss Tiffany Jewel Maguire are the very talented, highly skilled and internationally-wanted, high-value thief and meta human known as Snapshot. And we both know that with your ability to teleport across the globe as easily as I can walk across a room, you could be here in seconds. So, let’s just be honest with each other, shall we?”

“Honest? Okay miss ‘isn’t important right now,’ let’s be honest. Who are you and how do you know who I am much less where I am?“

Indigo takes a long, deliberate moment to consider her response. Although she has already mentally analyzed all of the specific Supers involved, their respective abilities, power levels and degrees of skill and played out several dozen possible scenarios in her highly intelligent, very active and powerful mind and has “run the numbers” to arrive at the most statistically probable outcome of each and every one of those dozens of scenarios for the potential coming conflict with Helena, Emma and the six enslaved heroines in her mind and while she knows she can carry out her plan without Snapshot, it’s still to her advantage to use the criminal as she’s planned. And even though, with the extreme power of her telepathy, she could easily erase any and all memory of herself from Tiffany’s mind later and considering the fact that she will be putting the young woman at substantial personal risk, she knows she is entitled to at least some truth from her. The probability was uncomfortably high that Tiffany could also end up as Helena’s devoted sex slave and it would be her fault. Tiffany just smiles at the woman while she decides between going back to Lisa and having some hot and heavy sex with her back in her hotel room, simply teleporting to literally... anywhere else in the world to find another party and another cute girl or hearing more from ‘the blue lady in the mirror.’ Like maybe how she seems to know so damn much about her. It’s obvious that the woman “standing” in front of her is a meta human like her. A very powerful one if her instincts are right and they are rarely wrong. And since Valley City IS Tiffany’s home town...

“Whatever. Just tell me what you want.”

Indigo looks directly into Tiffany’s eyes and smiles as Tiffany suddenly feels a strange sensation in her mind.

“Aahh!! What the... hell was that?! W-was that you? Did you just... do something... to me?! Look, I don’t know what you...“

“Relax, Tiffany. All I did was telepathically place an address and a meeting time in your memory. If you agree to help me, the information will become an “active memory” for you. If you decide not to, it will simply fade away.”

They look at each other for a long moment.

“So, what happens now miss ‘isn’t important right now’? I HAVE to obey your implanted mental command and show up at this meeting of yours?“

“No. I assure you that whatever you decide to do will be of your own free will, Tiffany. And with that said, this is where I leave you. Go have your fun and enjoy miss Daniels. But, just so you are aware, your “little miss hottie” is the only child of Mr. and Mrs. David and Marion Daniels. And Mrs. Daniels is the current Under Secretary of State for Arms Control and International Security Affairs for the United States. That nineteen year old girl still waiting for you in your booth actually managed to somehow sneak out of her hotel room and get away from her Secret Service escort to come to the club tonight. Obviously, they are looking for her even as we speak and just as obviously, I would suggest you NOT be caught with her in your hotel room or anywhere else for that matter! I would... strongly suggest that, if you must, have your fun with her and then make a quick, quiet and discreet exit from Tokyo.“

The look of total shock and disbelief on Tiffany’s face says it all.

“WHAT!?! She’s...? You mean that tasty little... she dodged a trained team of... oohh ffuuuck, she IS going to be fun!! Well, thanks for that, miss ‘isn’t important right now.’ I guess I owe you for that little tidbit of info. Hmm.., fine. I’ll be there. I’ll see you back in Valley City.“

“Thank you, Tiffany. By the way, you can call me Indigo.”

With that Indigo’s ghostly, blue image disappears, leaving a smiling Tiffany Maguire to collect her ‘little miss hottie’ and go back to her penthouse for a night full of deliciously hot and very satisfying sex.