Mind Control Fiction Novels & Stories

THERE I AM, STANDING AND swaying like a palm tree in the middle of a hurricane. I can't help but think, "What in the world is happening nowadays?" I mean, I was sure I had this guy under my mind-control to leave me alone, but I guess not. Could it be because I've been downing animal blood instead of human? It seems like my mind-control abilities are fading fast. First, it was Chloe—though maybe it was Casper who broke the mind compulsion on her—and now this kid? So now any random teenager can resist my mind-control? It's becoming a joke!

And now, there was a problem that needed to be solved immediately. His gaze grew sharper. His teeth gritted, his right hand clenched tightly. He didn't open his mouth at all, making his cold face look even more fierce and charismatic. Robert. The mad scientist who created the mind control chipset was truly dangerous, and now he was planning to sell his creation to the equally insane Blood mafia group. “Fuck! This cannot be allowed.” Jeff had decided on his goal. He would take part in the battle for the mind control chipset. He had to get it.

“It’s not a continuation. It’s an escalation.” Damien frowned. “What kind of escalation?” “They’re skipping trials. Going straight to deployment. The model has shifted from individual control to mass influence—behavioral manipulation through neurochemical agents.” “Mind control,” Serena said quietly. “Not the science fiction kind,” Ava corrected. “Subtle. Ads. Messaging. Reinforced compliance. Shaped thoughts, guided instincts. And thanks to what they learned from you... it’s dangerously effective.” She hit a key. A distorted audio file played:

The guard pointed the stun gun at me. Anger filled my veins. I felt the same type of energy I had felt when the people I loved held me down a few minutes before. I felt my mind overpowering theirs, like a computer hacking into another computer. “This is an underground bunker used to isolate and study hybrids,” the guard said in a blank trance. They released me. They seemed to be in a hypnotized state. I put two and two together and tested out this new “mind control” thing. “Now tell me where the hell I am,” I told the third guard.

The man was aware that the other must have a hidden agenda or else, he would not be allowed to live until now. He was not sure about the blood witch's goal. But if one would be able to peer through his mind, they would have realized there were several thousands of scenarios and escape plans brewing inside it. He was actually acting. He also had an agenda of his own! It had to be mentioned that mind control was his first ability. Several weeks ago, he had confronted someone and managed to stall for time for his friend arrival by bluffing with the army surrounding the place. In actuality, he never relinquished his control over them.

“Way better than those AniMox pods you’re all so attached to.” “Oh?” said the shadow. “Better than the brainwave pods? AniMox has got the potential to hack people, man. Imagine bein’ in control of the Grand Minister - everything you want suddenly became law. So you’d better not be fucking with me with your ‘way better than’ crap. Ain’t nothin’ more powerful than mind control.” Merlin took another drag casually, and waved away the hostility.

In the last few nights, I had fucked with the minds of three men. The first was easy picking and I didn't feel bad for him at all. A girl working in the 24/7 store that reminded me a lot of Walmart across the street was heading home. The man stumbled out of the bar pissed out of his mind, pulling out his dick to pee against the wall because apparently there were no fucking toilets on the inside. When he spotted her a devilish smirk formed on his face and it didn't take a genius to understand his intentions. He flashed her, she screamed, no one came to help. Giving it every drop of my concentration, I tried reading the man. I could feel myself in his mind, feeling his emotions and it disguste

The moment we went inside, a group of models came to us. Mr. Quincy said, "New guys. Anything from a pure and innocent heartthrob to a dark and mysterious alpha. And we've also got a super obsessive lover over here. Anything you want." I sat down, and the 'pure and innocent heartthrob' came to me, holding a glass of wine. "Here. I picked this for you." The man on my right looked at me. "Tonight, I'm yours." Oh, this was heaven. "You've got some great business skills, Mr. Quincy. Where'd you find these guys?"

I collapsed forward onto his chest, spent, panting, dripping, still joined to him as the aftershocks trembled through us both. I won. I rode my mountain. I took his strength and made it mine. But as I lay there, feeling his cum deep inside me, I wondered… is this really control? Or is it just another kind of surrender? His cock is still hard against my thigh. His eyes are watching me, dark and hungry again. The game isn’ over. It’s just changing.

"Those green maggots. Are inserted into the brain of humans after they have been killed. The humans come back like walking dead and are controlled with the use of those maggots in their brains by the Master. He feeds them his blood! He uses a sort of ritual to bind their mind to his own!" "What?" ** TBC