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Hello,dear reader. Submitted for your digestion and delight is this new entry into the annals of CHYOA on the dark subject of Mind Control. It is here where I shall record some of the random but insistent mind-control tales that clutter up my head-space until I safely(?) deposit them on the pages here-in. Be warned, most are not fluffy happy little tales of innocent fun. No these are the stories of good men and women corrupted by true power or made the test subject there-of. There will be average Joe's becoming mind controlling uber-studs collecting crowds of gorgeous, eager women who cannot resist an overwhelming desire to please and service their new Alphas. There will be Hot Teens, Busty Bimbos and Mega-MILFs and Haughty Queens galore all being turned to worshipful slaves to worship their new favorite Mans cock. You have been warned, only proceed with the greatest of care.

The story mainly follows a guy that gets iseakaied into a world where he seems to be the only guy, almost all the women are wearing erotic (often fetishistic) attire (even when it comes to armor), and somehow has an official unofficial Harem made up of various ladies that cater to a variety of fetishes.

I dont own My Little Pony chqracters, this is a fanfic about vampire ponies/ Bat ponies. Ponyvilles will never be the same after a strange new Bat pony enters the village. Now the question is will twighlight and her friends be victorious in the long run, or will they fall to the powers of this new comer, who happens to be a vampire out to take the village, in more ways then one.

You received an invitation for an all-paid night to the House of Kink where it is said that every kinks, no matter how dirty or taboo, will be fulfilled.

You have an App and it claims to be able to alter people's bodies and implant suggestions.

Another erotic RPG, from either a male or female POV

The stereotype gun changes people physically and mentally into classic stereotypes. Based on an idea by http://shadow211e.tumblr.com/

You consult a spell book to get a once in a lifetime opportunity with someone out of your league.

Stories about people who decide one day to stop wearing clothes. Either they like being naked, to prove a point, etc. Nonetheless they will never wear clothes again.

On a stormy night, a horny sorority trapped in their house is stalked by a masked killer. It's up to readers to solve the mystery and save the freshmen.

Iridescia, the City of the Interstice, home to billions of souls. A place of fantastical technologies and magic. A place of scientific education and walking gods. A place of unshackled economy, of prosperity so profound that the most threatening thing of all is the slow of the soul. Where steel, soil and sustenance are of no concern, where entertainment is abundant and energy is cheap, there is a place where ambition alone marks the worth of a soul. This is the City of the Interstice, where the Cultivators and their corporations reign and trade with the million worlds connected through the natural portals. This is Iridescia. In one soul, that ambition, that hunger to act, awakens on one day as rainy as all the others.

A freshman at college is invited to take part in a mysterious game. Not knowing what it is, he decides to give it a go, only to find he's volunteered for a poker-related gambling game where the more students (and faculty) you fuck, the better your odds of winning!

“No offense, but your puny pencil-dick doesn’t do it for me.”

Any female character, any universe, any story arc, they somehow end up naked, and have to find a way to get to safety or cover up before the media, their friends, fellow superheroes, villains, or any of their numerous fans finds them!

You are a person living in an environment with many dominating and bossy women. Be it your job, home or school. You have always secretly fantasized about having more power in your life, but for some or other reason you just can't get people to listen to you. That's where The Submission Accelerator comes in. A handy little app, that lets you radically change everyone's submissiveness towards you. Consider this a darker version of "The Affection Multiplier", where the goal is not love, but total domination of everybody around you. Build a harem, humiliate people, make them dance to your whistle. The world is yours.

It's the year 2200 and you are a 23 year old with a giant 15 inch BWC and have decided to take over the Galaxy and create a new empire

A new Story written by AI to start as a Mousy Housewife Accidentally finds a Cursed book to become the embodiment of pure evil

It's time for another season of a hit reality TV game show. However, this season will be unlike any other. Not because of the twists or the setting, but because of one particular player: you. Most people apply to these shows to either win some money or get their 15 minutes of fame. While those are certainly part of what got you interested, you are after another prize entirely. You're out to build your dream harem, and reality TV seems to attract attention-seeking hotties in droves. Can you accomplish your goal to win the hearts of these women while also winning the game? What will you do if you have to choose? The only way to find out is to play the game.

Each page is from a diary of a teenage prostitute

Two horny virgins arrive in the city with the same secret throbbing between their thighs. One a tall, shy Midwest girl whose untouched pussy aches at the thought of finally being split open by a thick black cock; the other an ambitious corporate executive, a golden-skinned Indian beauty who swallows and takes it up the ass but still guards her hymen, the final bargaining chip for an arranged marriage. They can become mentor and mentee, trading filthy advice and trembling fingers, learning exactly how far they can stretch without breaking the seal or letting a real man inside, until the night one of them finally spreads wide and begs to be ruined. Choose Claire’s blushing surrender, Ramya’s undisciplined fall from grace, or let them drag each other across the line together. Every path ends the same: legs spread and innocence shattered. Who will bleed first?