The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Do we have to,” groaned Kyle.

“Sandra insisted that I help you with your style,” said Tara.

“But how am I going to get to the mall? My parents won’t drive me because they don’t approve of me wasting time away from studying.”

“We can go after church.”

“I don’t go to church.”

“Really? I see your family in the church directory still.”

“We only go at Christmas and Easter. At least since I was confirmed a few years ago,” admitted Kyle.

“I just thought that your family went to the early service,” she said before pausing. “Would you like my family to pick you up tomorrow morning and bring you? We can go to the mall after the service is over.”

“I guess it would be OK, but I wouldn’t want to inconvenience your folks.”

“You don’t live that far away. I’m sure they won’t mind.”

“You sound happy.”

“I am. I lost four pounds.”

“I lost six myself,” admitted Kyle.

“And we’ve only been going for a few days.”

“I’m still hungry a lot.”

“Me too, but we have to be strong for each other. If I want to make Varsity, I have to take off this weight and I have a way to go. Besides, I’m tired of people laughing at me behind my back.”

“I think you’re pretty.”

“I think you’re delusional… but sweet.”

Kyle was happy Tara couldn’t see him. Since he hadn’t just been running, he wouldn’t have been able to use the exertion as an excuse. His face was red, but not from running.

It was just getting dark and Damon Best knew he did not have much time. The police were looking for him. The cool spring air assaulted his lungs, as he snuck around to the back of the Turner’s house. He took a rag and broke the pane of glass nearest the door knob. Then he unlocked the door and walked in.

The Turner’s and Carson’s were sitting at the Turner’s dining room table about to have a late supper. It seemed like old times, the families reminisced about past events as if they had happened only yesterday.

“Sandy, do you remember when you broke the window playing catch?” laughed her father.

“Actually, she didn’t,” admitted Derek, sheepishly.

“Yeah, I covered for your sorry butt,” laughed Sandy.

“Well you should have caught that ball. I didn’t throw it that high,” complained Derek.

“You two are just too funny,” laughed Laura.

The phone rang.

“I’ll get that,” smiled Maggie, as she stood up and went to answer the phone.

“We suspect that Best is in the house. The alarm service reported a break-in. 911 has been called,” said the voice over the radio.

“I don’t have time to wait for back up,” said the man.

“Then proceed with caution, buddy” replied the voice.

Maggie walked back into the looking room, white as a sheet. “Paul, can I talk to you for a sec.”

“Sure honey,” he said, as they walked out of the dining room and into the living room.

“The security company called. Someone broke in from the back door and is in the kitchen.”

Best turned the corner. He peeked into the dining and saw a number of people sitting at the table, but his stepdaughter wasn’t with them. He heard the phone ring and saw a woman stand up from the table. “Is my stepdaughter in the house at all? Was Clausen wrong?” he thought, as he ducked into a small closet. After Maggie passed him, he quietly snuck out of the closet and headed for the rear stairway. He quietly went up the stairs to see if his stepdaughter was there. After checking for a couple of minutes, he realized she was not there.

He walked down the rear stairwell. He calmly strode into the dining room, brandishing a .357.

“Where is the girl!” He yelled at the five people in the room.

“My God!” exclaimed Maggie under her breath, to her husband as they heard the gruff voice coming from the dining room.

“Maggie, I need you to be calm. Go into the study and get my nine millimeter.”

“Is it loaded?” asked Maggie.

“Yes.”

They were interrupted by a figure softly tapping a badge at their front window.

“She’s not here,” said Rick, with relative calm.

“I can see that! Tell me where she’s at!” growled Best, as he waved the gun at Ronnie. She and Laura were crying.

Derek looked at the man. He knew this would not end well unless he did something. His own anxiety was making it hard to concentrate, but he made a concerted effort to calm himself. Then he tried to flood Best’s brain with feelings of amusement in short intense spurts. He doubted that it would work, but he knew the side effect that he and Best would feel. Hopefully that would be the only distraction that his dad would need. Then something caught his eye.

Then Derek saw another man sneaking toward the dining room from the hallway with his gun drawn. He looked familiar to Derek, but Derek could not place the other man. Best’s back was turned as he questioned Rick so there was no way he could see the young man. He put his fingers to his lips, as he looked at Derek.

Derek seemed to be making some progress. He knew this because he had the worst splitting headache he had ever had. He focused all of his pain into one final blast of emotion. Derek heard Best groan, as he saw Best put one of his hands to his head. The he winced as he shut his eyes tightly.

In the next moment, the young trooper burst into the room. “Drop it Best!” he cried, as he aimed his nine millimeter at Best. Best struggled to turn to face his foe, but was unable to raise his weapon and it fell to the floor, he grasped his head with both hands and screamed at the bright pain. Rick immediately grabbed him and dragged him over to the State Trooper. Derek collapsed unconscious. The women rushed to his side.

“What made you think to wait outside our house?” asked Paul.

“Well,” Trooper Rodgers paused a moment. “It stood to reason that Damon Best was unstable. I have a friend on the local force that was privy to his interview. He seemed to say all the right things but something didn’t quite ring true. I was one of the troopers with your friends at DCYF. I was shocked when the judge excluded the phone confession at Clausen’s arraignment. It bothered me that the scumbag was only charged with ‘risk of injury to a minor’. Now I’m confident, that the police will be able to get Best to flip on him. Attempted Murder and kidnapping would be on the table for this little stunt.”

“Well, we’re grateful,” said Maggie.

Rodgers looked ready to choke up. “That poor girl has suffered enough.”

Paul’s expression got a little more somber. “Speaking of which, I’m going to call Sven Nilsen and see if they’ll let her stay the night.”

“Good idea, honey. We can break it to her gently in the morning,” his wife agreed.

Rick Carlson walked into the kitchen. “Well, it seems like the police are almost done.”

“Trooper Rodgers, dinner was ruined so we decided to order some takeout pizza and Chinese food. Would you like to join us?”

“I wouldn’t want to impose, Ma’am.”

“No imposition at all. For heaven’s sake you may have saved our lives,” reiterated Maggie, “and please call me Maggie.”

“Just in the line of duty, ma’am.”

“Though technically you were off duty,” observed Paul.

Rick turned to the young trooper. “Young man, what you did went far beyond the call of duty and speaks to your character.”

“Thank you, sir,” he replied.

“My father was ‘sir’. I’m Rick to my friends,” he said as he shook the trooper’s hand.

“And your name is?” asked Paul.

“William, but my friends call me Liam.”

“Well Liam, welcome to our home. I’m Paul Turner and I would be glad to be your friend,” he said. He also shook the trooper’s hand.

Sven Nilsen leaned towards his wife and whispered. “Dear, that was Paul Turner. He suggested that Carrie stay over if at all possible.”

“Is there anything wrong?” asked his Ilsa.

His look told his wife that there was something wrong. “I’ll talk to you later after Brett and I drop Suzanne off at home,” he said grimly.

When they walked out to the car, Brett opened the front passenger door for Suzanne. “I’d rather sit with you, if that’s OK,” she said, shyly.

“OK, that would give us a chance to talk strategy about Sadie,” he agreed, with an infectious smile. He closed the front door and then held the rear door open. Suzanne climbed into the back seat. Then he got in the other side. Sven pulled out of the driveway.

Sven said, “You know I would love to have her, but you know your mother, Brett. She’d be the one who had to care for her.”

Brett frowned “I know, Dad.”

“It’s OK, Mr. Nilson. We’ll find someone who will adopt her,” said Suzanne resolutely.

Mr. Nilsen smiled. “I’ll ask around at work. Who knows?”

“Thanks, Dad,” smiled Brett.

When they got to Suzanne’s house, Brett turned to her. “I’d like to walk you to the door.”

“No, I don’t think it would be a good idea,” she paused. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Mr. Nilsen. I really enjoyed meeting you all.”

“It was our pleasure, young lady. Any friend of Brett’s is always welcome,” he smiled.

Suzanne looked at Brett. She saw a genuine worried look in his eye. She sensed he was reluctant at letting her leave when he sensed her reluctance to go home earlier. “I’ll be OK, sweetie. I promise.” Brett was very surprised when she leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. As she left the car, she shouted back. “I’ll call you tomorrow concerning ‘Sadie Strategy’…. Thanks Brett, you’ve given me hope!”

As his father pulled away, all Brett could do was look out the window and wave. Brett was awakened from his daze by his father’s voice. “What a nice young lady.”

“Yeah… I just found that out today,” murmured Brett.

Two friends were sitting in the movie theater, waiting for the film to start.

“Thanks Mindy, I’ve been kind of lonely today,” admitted Chantelle.

“I know this week has been hardest on you,” said the redhead.

“It was, but Derek made me see that as much as I cared for Cass, he wasn’t my life.”

“So you’re happy?”

“Yeah, considering all that has happened I feel much happier than I thought I would.”

The girls were interrupted from a voice above. “Hey ladies,” grinned Carlos Ruiz. He had his arm around Maya’s waist.

Mindy sighed. It was time for Carlos to come over and tease her. She was used to it, but she was worried how it would affect Chantelle. She also wasn’t sure how Maya would react, given her current circumstances.

“Carlos, let’s leave them alone,” said Maya.

“No baby. We always have a little fun with Mindy; especially since she seems to have a new girlfriend,” he laughed. “Hey Chantelle, I see you moved on from Cass.”

Chantelle remained silent, not dignifying his words with a response. While she was annoyed, she wouldn’t let Carlos get her in a bad mood.

“Carlos, leave them alone!” yelled Maya.

“What the fuck, baby. We always play around with Mindy. You’re just as bad as I am.”

“Well, it was wrong and I won’t have you bothering her or poor Chantelle anymore. Got it?!” spat Maya.

“OK, Easy baby… I’ll stop…”

“I think I feel a headache coming on… please take me home.”

“But baby…”

Maya stormed out with Carlos training behind.

Chantelle and Mindy giggled quietly. “I guess we gave Maya an excuse not to put out tonight,” laughed Mindy.

“By this time next week, the boy will be history,” Chantelle agreed.

Jon Sizemore was sitting in the back of the theater; a few rows behind Mindy and Chantelle. John grinned. He was eating popcorn with one hand and fingering that little ‘sophomore slut’ Sissy Ballard with the other. Over Sissy’s moans and squirming, he paid close attention to the scene that had just played out. This past week at school had been disconcerting and bizarre. Rumor had it that Sandra Turner was performing sociological experiments with JV cheerleaders and junior nerds.

Despite the rumors, he saw signs that some of the dweebs were gaining respect and even attention from other girls. He caught Connie Martin, not only checking out Derek Carson, but flirting with him. She was even starting to talk to one of the dweeby Nilsen twins (he wasn’t sure which one but he didn’t care). Plus, there was his baseball coach’s threat to make Jon beg Derek to join the team if the current shortstop did not improve. Jon had been distracted by baseball last week. Now he was resolute. He would find out what was going on and he had a plan to do so.

“Hey Brett. I hope I didn’t wake you,” came Suzanne Rowan’s voice over his cell phone. “I’m sorry… I guess I couldn’t sleep and just wanted to hear a friendly voice.”

“No. I’m fine. Actually I was feeling a bit lonely. I’m kind of a third wheel with Tom and Carrie, so I’m letting them cuddle for a while before bedtime.”

“I’ve never cuddled with a boy,” sighed Suzanne.

“Neither have I,” laughed Brett.

“I should hope not…um…not that here would be anything wrong about that,” she added quickly.

“Well boys are evil, remember?”

“Not all boys,” she yawned.

“Well, I’m glad that at least you don’t find one boy evil.”

“I know of several who aren’t. In fact, I think they’re nice.”

“Who?”

“Well, there’s Tom and Derek… I know about them first hand. Yesterday at practice, Tara told me that Kyle was a sweetheart… let’s see… am I forgetting anybody else?” she laughed.

“Nope. I can vouch for all of those guys.”

“What about you?”

“I know you think I’m nice.”

“You do, do you?”

“Yeah. For two reasons,” he explained.

“OK, enlighten me,” she offered with mock curiosity.

“First of all, you think I’m a nice guy because I am a nice guy.”

“OK, that’s fair. What’s the other reason?”

“Because you told me so.”

“I was wrong. You’re not a nice guy.”

“I’m not?”

“Nope.”

“Then what am I?”

“An amazingly sweet guy.”

“Good thing you can’t see me. I’m blushing.”

“Me too,” she admitted.

“You should be.”

“Why.”

“Because you’re amazingly sweet too.”

After setting up a time to meet in the afternoon about Sadie and saying a nice goodbye, Suzanne lay on her bed feeling more confused than she had felt in her whole life. Yes, Brett was a nice guy… a really nice guy, even. And there was no doubt that he was also really sweet. The thing was she had never thought that about a guy before. Then there was the compliment at the Nilsen’s house, the kiss on the cheek and now this strange, but fun phone conversation that made her blush. “Was I flirting with him?” she thought. “I mean he is kind of cute… Shit! What the fuck am I doing?” she groaned out loud, but then smiled, before she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

“I can’t believe your parents let me take you away tonight,” marveled Derek, from his bed.

Sandy pulled her t-shirt over her head. “Well they didn’t want to force you to choose between being with me and being with Laura.”

“Remind me to kiss your mother,” he grinned.

“So you want to kiss my mother, huh?”

“Well, she is a beautiful woman.”

“Well, she’s taken, so don’t even think about it.”

“I have something better.”

“What?”

“Her daughter.”

“So you have me now, huh?” she husked. She walked slowly over to the bed, dropping the rest of her clothes along the way.

“Finally, I do,“ he smiled. He sat up and pulled her nude body into his arms. Then he kissed her deeply.

After breaking the kiss, Sandy smiled. “You know something?”

“What ?”

“I think your sister likes Liam.”

“You think?”

“Well he is cute… ” she paused before adding, “Of course not as cute as you.”

“Good save.”

“Thanks. Have to keep that ego of yours well massaged,” she laughed.

“Speaking massages, I could use one.”

“Your wish is my command, Master,” she intoned.

“Not you too?” he groaned.

“Well Derek, regardless of what we are to each other, I am your sex slave for the next several months.”

“No…”

“Don’t argue.”

“You’re pretty sassy for a sex slave.”

“Yes I am, Master,” she laughed.

“Please don’t call me that,” he groaned.

“It’s what you are to me. Mindy, Chantelle and Maya too…”

“But you’re my girlfriend…”

Sandy interrupted, flashing him a toothy smile. “I’m that too.”

“That’s all I want.”

“That, my darling Derek, is why I love you so much,” she beamed. “Now be a good little Master and roll over on your stomach, so your little sex slave can take care of you,” she laughed.

“What about my girlfriend?”

“She’ll be back in the morning.”

“I want her back before then.”

“I can make that happen too if you want,” she smiled, as she felt a tear begin to well in her eyes.

“Are you OK?”

“I’m better than OK,” she sniffled. “A lot better, in fact. Now roll over if you want to see your girlfriend come back.”

Derek immediately complied. “I love you, Sandy,” he moaned as he felt her small, but strong hands kneading his buttocks.

“I love you too, Derek. Each and every part of me does.”

“Including my girlfriend?”

“Especially her,” she sweetly admitted.

Laura lay in bed talking on her cell phone. “I really had fun tonight.”

“Even though you and your family were in danger?” said Liam’s voice.

“Well, that part not so much,” she admitted. “I liked the part after that though.”

“Which part?”

“The part where I met you, silly,” she grinned.

“Laura, I’m not sure if…”

“Liam, you like me right?”

“I do, but I’m like four years older than you. I don’t want to take advantage…”

“But you’re not. I’m nineteen. I’m a grown woman. I’m not saying that we should get married or anything. I just want to see you when I come home at break.”

Liam lay on his bed talking to Laura Carson on his cell phone. He had liked her. She was a lovely girl, who seemed to be into him. More importantly, she was a lot of fun. The problem was, that he knew from his studies that women often get attached to law enforcement officers who save them from danger. Still, they had a lot in common and seem to have made a real connection. Liam’s life was complicated. He had been bitter about a tragedy in his life that drove him to his new career. Haverford grads rarely get into law enforcement at the state or local level. As a rookie Trooper, he had already seen more than his share of pain and sorrow. Tonight he had been driven to get Best. Carrie Osterling reminded him a lot of someone special in his life; someone who was both nothing more, yet everything more than a memory.

Now the lovely young Laura, bright and shiny as a newly minted penny, came into his life so unexpectedly. Was he destined to meet her? Could she help ease his pain? Would she even want to? Despite their age difference and against his better judgment, he couldn’t help but to say yes when she asked if they could see each other.

“OK time for your little slavie to take care of Master in a different way,” grinned Sandy.

“I don’t want slavie. I want gf,” complained Derek.

Sandy took his cock in her hands and stroked it softly. “Well, gf is not here. Only slavie.”

Derek thought for a moment and then he had an idea. “OK. slavie, stop what you’re doing.”

“Why Master, aren’t I pleasing you?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because you are trying to get me to be unfaithful to my girlfriend and I’m not that kind of guy.”

“You’re having sex with three other girls.”

“That’s different. My gf and I have an understanding concerning them. We have no such understanding about Slave Randy Sandy.”

“Don’t you call me that!” she growled.

My, my, what a feisty slave you are,” he laughed.

“You know I don’t like that name.”

“I know my girlfriend, Sandy doesn’t like that name. That will be your name as long as you are here.”

“You don’t play fair.”

“Neither do you, so I have to fight fire with fire. I want my Girlfriend back!” he demanded.

“OK, you’re not any fun, you know.”

“It has been a long and scary night. I just want to make love to my sweetheart, Sandy.”

“Oh, alright! Slavie will want to come out and play from time to time, though.”

“That can be negotiated later. I want Sandy.”

“And you have her,” she smiled, as she leaned over and sweetly kissed him.”

“What happened? Were you possessed?”

“Not exactly,” she started. “I just felt this overwhelming need to submissively please you. I guess I just created the ‘slavie’ personae to be able to do that. I was still me I guess, but in some ways I wasn’t.”

“Well both you and she hated the name…”

“Don’t say it!”

“OK. I had to say it to get you back.”

“Why did you feel you needed me so much?”

“Because she’s not the little girl I fell in love with. I never want to lose that girl again,” said Derek tenderly.

“You won’t,” she smiled, as her lips captured his and they began to deeply french again.

Derek felt Sandy take his hard cock in her hands and rub the pubic ridge against her glistening pussy, as it quickly became lubricated. The he felt her feed him into her boiling, inner core. They lay on their sides continuing to kiss for a moment. Then Sandy rolled them so she could be on top. She began to ride him slowly, setting a pace. Derek reached up. He grasped and fondled her tits as she moaned, enjoying the feeling. She began to increase the speed. Derek moved his hands to her hips to help her. Soon, aided by his hands, she was moving up and down in a blur. The exquisite mixture of heat, moisture and friction began to take its toll. “Fuck me! Fuck your girlfriend,” she moaned, as quietly as possible under the circumstances. He continued to brutally mash her groin onto his, as he thrust up into her.

Derek knew he wouldn’t last longer. When he sensed that Sandy was close, he said “I love you!” Then he pulled her down to him and they deeply frenched. He fired load after molten load into her inflamed pussy.

Sandy screamed into his mouth. Her body exploded as her mind was flung into a purple haze.

As the couple began to revive, Derek pulled her into his arms possessively. She sighed, contently, as she nestled her head into the crook between his neck and shoulder. “You see, only Sandy could make me feel this way,” he said.

“I hear and obey,” she giggled.

“Minx.”

“Your minx.”

“I know,” he grinned from ear to ear, before sleep came to him and his sweet minx too.