The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Walker was getting pretty drunk. He’d been at the bar for a couple of hours, numbing the emotional bruises he’d received during a vicious fight with his Chinese-American wife. The booze was starting to make him angry and his thoughts strayed to visions of revenge.

“Hi John, how are you?” a voice interrupted his fantasies. He turned to find an old friend, Bob, standing next to him.

“Oh, hi Bob,” Walker nodded. “M’okay. Had a fight with Salyn… again.”

“Ah, well I told you long ago that Asian women were a particular challenge.”

“Yes, you did,” Walker nodded and sighed.

“And you have two of them in the house! How old is Salyn’s daughter now? Seventeen? What’s her name again?”

“Chichi,” Walker replied. “And she’s actually eighteen. Salyn lied to the school about Chichi’s age so she wouldn’t struggle too much during the transition.”

“Interesting, eighteen huh?” Bob noted. “You know, John. I’ve heard some pretty outrageous things about Chichi. If half of it’s true, that girl is out of control. You know what I mean?”

Walker groaned. “I know. She’s driving me crazy, strutting around the house in her underwear. And I swear that girl is perpetually in heat. Salyn insists that Chichi be allowed to bring boys home ‘where it’s safe’ and so of course the girl does. I’ve seen so many different boys go into her bedroom that I’ve long since lost count. Couple dozen at least.”

“Damn, that’s a helluva problem,” Bob needled. “Especially when you consider how gorgeous that girl is. I really feel your pain, man.”

Walker raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “You got me. It doesn’t help that Salyn adores her, though.”

He paused, wondering if he should continue.

“Hey, uh… Bob,” he started softly. “If I, uh… if I could get Chichi to star in an amateur gangbang porno, would you help me set it up? Would you be willing to direct?”

Bob stared at his friend in disbelief, but only for an instant. “Count me in,” he answered with a grin. “What do you have in mind? You did say gangbang, right?”

Walker chuckled. “Yes, I did say ‘gangbang’. I was thinking thirty-nine, one for every month she’s lived in my house rent-free.”

Bob’s eyes widened. “Thirty-nine! That’s a… uh… that’s a lot, John.”

Walker nodded. “Triple-team her. You’ll have thirteen groups of three men. Each group gets fifteen minutes to drill her in all three holes in any combination they want. Personally, I’d love to see double vaginal with a third cock in her ass. Anyway, it may take five hours to film but we should end up with just over three hours of edited final footage.”

“It sounds like you’ve thought about this a lot,” Bob laughed, albeit a bit nervously.

“Nope!” Walker shrugged. “It all came to me in a dream last night, the whole plan. Almost like divine inspiration.”

“Are you saying we’re on a mission from God?” Bob cracked.

“I don’t know about that,” Walker laughed. “But I swear to you I will make it happen.”

Bob noticed the edge in his friend’s voice and chose to simply nod his head.

“What… uh… what role are you going to play in the video?” Bob asked finally.

“I can’t be there,” Walker replied with real regret in his voice. “I have to have an alibi. I’ll have to settle on having a front row ticket to the humiliating show that will start once her video hits the internet. I don’t know who will take it worse, Chichi or Salyn, but I want to watch.”

“That should be fun,” Bob laughed. “Well, while I am sorry that I won’t see you at the taping, I’ll make it’s a show that will make that little Chinese slut famous world-wide.”

“Thanks man, that means a lot,” Walker said, his voice cracking with emotion. “It’s time for both of those fucking bitches to pay.”

“So, when are we going to do this?” Bob asked.

“I can get a place lined up for Saturday night, so it’ll be available from noon Saturday to 11am Sunday morning. It’s a fishing cabin so it’s secluded and private. I’ll text you the details tomorrow. Tonight I’m ready for another Scotch. Care to join me?”

Bob smiled. “Absolutely.” He was already thinking about the things he wanted to see Chichi do, and done to her, during her gangbang.

Bob had four days before Saturday and he spent them all engaged in preparation. He rented two stationary video-cameras and one hand-held to be used to film close-up shots. John had specifically asked that the video include lots of shots of Chichi’s pussy stuffed with cocks.

Finding thirty-nine men to fuck the Chinese girl was easier than Bob thought. In fact, he had so many volunteers that he chose to double the size of the party to include seventy-eight men, twenty-six groups of three. He didn’t tell John, nor did he reveal that he intended to stream the epic fuck-fest.

Walker had assumed that the video would have to be edited prior to release, mostly to avoid revealing the faces of the men involved, but Bob knew he could frame the scenes to hide their identities. He was determined to stream the event, mostly to ensure that there would be no opportunity to shelve the footage before publishing it. The chance to humiliate his friend’s slutty daughter appealed to his darkest impulses.

“You deserve this, you whore,” he told himself as he stared at a photo of the slender teen. “You Chinese cunts think you can come to my country and do anything you want without consequence. Well, payback’s a bitch, bitch!”

When the day finally arrived, Walker had arranged for Chichi to join him for breakfast using the ruse that he wanted to arrange for a surprise party to celebrate Salyn’s upcoming birthday. At first, he’d planned for the girl to be abducted and pumped full of drugs, a special cocktail of aphrodisiacs, stimulants and hallucinogenics. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to personally lead his daughter down the path to depravity and debauchery.

Walker could feel his cock twitching in his pants as Chichi sat down at the kitchen table with him. The teenager was half-dressed as usual, wearing an old faded t-shirt with no bra and a pair of gym shorts that looked ready to fall off at any moment.

“Juice?” Walker asked, his voice taut with nervousness. Fortunately for him, Chichi was absorbed in her phone and didn’t notice.

“Sure,” she said, taking the glass without looking up. If she had, she would have seen her father staring at her closely as she sipped at her drink.

“Does it taste alright?” Walker queried gently, pleased to see her drain half the glass at once.

“Yeah. Got any more?”

Walker’s hands trembled slightly as he poured a second glass. If he’d calculated the dosage correctly, Chichi was about to experience the sexual adventure of a lifetime. All she needed was a little nudge. He watched patiently as she nibbled at her breakfast. Finally he saw what he’d been looking for, a flush growing up from the teen’s chest and neck to her face. Just then she sat back in her chair, a vacant look in her eyes.

“Chichi, are you okay?” Walker asked softly. His daughter didn’t answer but she nodded slowly.

“How do you feel?” he prodded.

“Warm.”

“What else?”

“I feel… happy,” the teenager mumbled.

“Good. What else?”

Chichi shivered as a rush of pleasure gripped her body. She let out a gasp of desire.

“Oh!”

“What else do you feel, Chichi? What are you feeling right now?” Walker pressed.

“Mmmm. Ahhh… I feel horny.”

The older man smiled, a wicked wolfish grin that made it look like he was going to eat her.

“Do you want to fuck, Chichi?” he whispered, his cock hard and throbbing. “Do you want to feel a big hard cock inside of you?”

The Chinese girl looked at her father desperately. She was unable to focus her eyes, let alone her thoughts, but her sexual need was growing by the minute and it was already overwhelming her.

“Please,” she managed to choke. “Please, I need it.”

“What do you need, Chichi?” Walker prodded, one hand in his pants.

“I need to fuck. Oh God, I need it so bad!”

“What if I told you I knew where you could find all the hard cocks you could ever want?”

Chichi looked at the older man, her eyes welling with grateful tears.

“You… you would do that for me?” she asked softly, as if disbelieving.

“Come with me,” Walker smirked, amused by his own pun. As he led his insatiably aroused daughter to his car, he sent a text to his friend.

Bob was so excited he nearly came in his pants when he got the text he’d been waiting for. By the time Chichi was delivered to the fishing cabin, the Chinese teen was desperately horny and keening with lust. On video, she would appear willing and eager, making it difficult to later claim she wasn’t an enthusiastic participant.

Bob’s biggest concern, that the men would want more than the allotted twenty minutes, was quickly dispelled. Many of the guys ejaculated after less than ten minutes inside the squealing Asian girl, some of them lasting barely five minutes. Bob made some quick adjustments. Each man would have two turns with Chichi instead of one and the focus would be expanded to include lots of cum shots in addition to torturing her holes by stuffing them with as much cock as possible.

The first round was finished in just over four hours. Chichi was drenched in cum but the drugs on her system kept her begging for more. To Bob’s delight, when he checked the streaming audience, he discovered there were already some forty thousand viewers with more logging in by the hundreds every minute. Knowing that he was changing the Asian teen’s life in irrevocable ways was immensely satisfying. Even Walker had checked in and voiced his approval.

The first round had featured mostly straight sex, one cock per hole. For the second round, Bob had challenged his “actors” to really fill Chichi’s holes, double-stuffing them constantly and triple-stuffing them whenever possible. The men were all too happy to comply and everyone was amused to see the Chinese slut yowling with joy at being used so hard. It seemed she was cumming almost non-stop.

Halfway through the second round, one of the groups asked if they could try to squeeze three cocks in Chichi’s cunt all at the same time. Bob enthusiastically approved and re-positioned the cameras to make sure he got lots of close-up action.

For several minutes, it seemed like only two of the men would be able to fuck Chichi’s well-used cunt simultaneously. Finally, however, all three men were thrusting in the same hole and the Asian teen was grunting happily and pleading for them to fuck her harder and deeper. Bob was working the hand-held camera but his own erection had become so painful that he paused to cum on the girl’s face even as the trio in her cunt continued to thrust and piston away.

For the final three hours, the slender Oriental tramp was triple-fucked at minimum, and sometimes she would have as many as five cocks pushing inside of her at once. Her holes grew sloppy and her cunt and ass both gaped open obscenely, leaving no doubt as to how thoroughly she’d been mistreated. And yet, even as her body was abused, Chichi never stopped begging for more, her voice made hoarse by all the cocks that had fucked her throat. For Bob and Walker, this was the ultimate victory because it would make the next step, turning the girl into a world-famous porn-whore, that much easier.

Walker, in fact, was watching the stream with Salyn. Chichi’s mother was horrified at first but as the scene wore on, she became increasingly disgusted by her child’s lewd and shameless display. By the time it was over, she was throwing her daughter’s belongings in the trash and disowning her.

“She is no daughter of mine,” Salyn spat, although she also appeared sad as well. Walker was careful to avoid comment, other than remarking about the obvious enthusiasm Chichi seemed to have for the epic gangbang. It took all his willpower to keep from popping an erection in front of his wife.

The next morning, after the gangbang had ended and Chichi had passed out from exhaustion, Bob called and asked what he should do with the limp, cum-covered schoolgirl.

“Take her to Betsy’s place,” Walker ordered, referring to the area’s oldest and most famous brothel. “She saw the stream and agreed to take Chichi on as one of her girls.”

“But won’t Chichi object when the drugs wear off?” Bob had asked, concerned that the girl might try to contact local law enforcement.

“I gave Betsy enough supplies to keep the dumb slut hungry for cock for a few months. By the time we wean her off of the chems, she’ll have been fucked by a couple thousand customers. There’ll be no turning back by that point.”

“Did Salyn say anything?” Bob asked, clearly curious.

Walker grinned. “She’s going back to China for a few weeks, maybe longer. She’s pissed at Chichi and feels humiliated. If she finds out that her daughter is working at Betsy’s, and I’ll make sure she does, she won’t interfere. The kid is eighteen after all.”

“And the video?”

“I’ll have the editing done in a couple of days. I already have a distribution deal with a porn guy in LA. He wants to shoot more videos, but I told him she wouldn’t be available until Fall.”

“Why wait?” Bob probed.

Walker grinned. “The doc who sold me the chems said if she took them for at least three months, they would re-wire her brain and the effect would become permanent.”

Bob’s eyes widened. “So it’s like mind-control? I had no idea this kind of thing was possible.”

Bob paused and then asked softly, “Um, can you get more?”

“Chichi won’t need any more after this.”

Bob smiled. “I was thinking of someone else.”

Walker laughed.

“Okay, I owe you one. Consider it done. The proceeds from the video should be more than enough to pay for it.”

“Thanks,” Bob said, feeling grateful. “I’ll give you a call after I drop Chichi off at Betsy’s. Hey, did I tell you that over a hundred thousand people were watching by the end? Your girl’s already famous!”

Chichi awoke in a dark, unfamiliar room in a soft, unfamiliar bed. The Asian teen was dressed in a large white t-shirt and nothing else. Her body ached, especially her pelvis, and her mouth was dry. Despite her aches, she also felt a carnal hunger tickling her clitoris.

There were two doors in the room and the one that was ajar led into a bathroom. Chichi stumbled into the dimly lit toilet and immediately began to puke. Her stomach was full of spunk, she knew the taste well, and she vomited up a full quart of the salty stuff before her stomach finally settled down. Afterward, she rinsed her mouth in the sink and crept back to the bed to lie down. Sleep reclaimed her.

She dreamed of sex. She was not making love, she was rutting like a beast in heat, urgent desperate animalistic and primitive. Her body was aflame with sexual hunger, an overpowering, consuming desire that drove her hands to her crotch, even as she slept. Eager fingers stroked her drooling, slick slit and her throbbing, marble-sized clit.

It was her orgasm that awoke her, a climax so powerful and intense that her body buckled and curled on the bed, spasming uncontrollably for what seemed like a full minute. Then she lay spent and gasping, still trembling, barely able to see while her heart gradually slowed.

“You look like you enjoyed that.”

Chichi squealed with fright, unaware that someone else had been in the room. It was a woman’s voice, a deep warm voice.

“Who… who are you? Where am I?” the Asian girl gasped, trying to make out the woman’s features in the softly lit room.

“My name is Betsy,” the woman replied. “And you are in… my house. One of my friends brought you here last night. He said he found you wandering along Highway 116 outside of Hinesburg. Do you remember any of that? What’s your name, honey?”

“I… I’m Chichi,” the girl swallowed. “May I have some water?”

“Of course, dear,” Betsy said, retrieving a glass and a pitcher of water from a table beside the bed. She filled the glass and handed it to the slender teenager. Chichi downed it in seconds.

“Easy,” the older woman said. “Here, let me refill it for you.”

“Thank you. I’m so thirsty.”

“Well, I suspect this water will make you feel much better then,” Betsy laughed. “It should have you refreshed and ready for more in no time.”

“More?” the teen asked. “I don’t understand. More of what?”

“Chichi, what do you remember about last night. Take a moment to calm your thoughts and breathe. It will come to you.”

Betsy watched the girl’s face relax as she took a few breaths to calm her mind. At first Chichi seemed to feel better and then her expression twisted with fear and confusion.

“No,” she whispered as her eyes welled with tears. “Oh God.”

She turned to Betsy, searching the older woman’s face for answers.

“I need… I need to go,” she stammered. “I need to call the police. Something happened to me.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Betsy assured her. “I’m here to help you feel better. Here, have another glass of water and we’ll figure out what to do next. Okay?”

Chichi nodded, accepting the glass of water gratefully.

“Thank you, you’re so kind,” she said as she drank down half the glass.

“It’s going to be okay, Chichi,” Betsy spoke, her voice quiet. “I’m going to help you. Now close your eyes and take a few deep breaths.”

The Asian girl nodded and closed her eyes. Soon her breathing was slow and shallow.

“How do you feel, Chichi?” the older woman asked.

“Warm.”

“What else?”

“I feel… happy,” the teenager replied with a touch of surprise in her tone.

“Good. What else?”

Chichi shivered as a finger of pleasure traveled down her spine and into her crotch. She let out a small gasp of desire.

“Oh!”

“What else do you feel, Chichi? What are you feeling right now?” Betsy pressed.

“Mmmm. Ahhh… I feel horny.”

The older woman smiled, her expression predatory and dangerous.

“Good. Very good. Tell me, my dear, do you want a woman’s touch or a man’s?”

“Oh fuck,” Chichi shuddered as her lust blossomed rapidly. “I need a cock!”

“Just one?” Betsy prodded. “Don’t you want more than one?”

“Oh God, yes! Please, I need it so bad.”

“Come with me, then, and I will show you your future,” Betsy told the Chinese girl, taking her by the hand. “You’re going to be very popular here, I’m sure. So tall and slender, so young and pretty, and so very, very stupid.”

Even as she stumbled along behind Betsy, Chichi heard her words but her fogged brain couldn’t process them. All she could think about was the fire between her legs and her voracious appetite for cum. She wasn’t scared or alarmed. She was once again a primal beast, obsessed with finding as many hard cocks as she could.

For the next one hundred days, Chichi worked at Betsy’s. As the newest whore in the brothel, she was very popular and she eagerly and obediently serviced at least twenty-five or more men every day. With her libido fueled by the cocktail of chems, the Asian teen was constantly wet and horny. Betsy was delighted. It had been years since she’d had a girl as profitable as Chichi, and she made sure that her new girl was kept very busy.

Finally, though, the hundred days had passed and the time had come to see how Chichi would behave without the chems to keep her horny.

“Can’t we just keep giving her the drugs?” Bob asked. He was still nervous that the girl might run to the police.

“They’ll fry her brain,” Walker explained, shaking his head. “She was already dumb as dirt before. After fourteen weeks on the chems, she’s already been compromised. But if I’m right, that won’t matter.”

“So, what’s next?”

“We test my theory.”

“What’s your theory?”

Walker smirked. “That she’s a brainless bimbo who’s so hungry for dick that she’ll fuck anyone… and anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” Walker’s eyes glinted dangerously. “You want to see this Chinese whore fucked by a stallion?”