The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Dev, why didn’t you tell me?” asked Tom, after he and Carrie had arrived on the scene and had been briefed on the Rana situation.

“Because you would have told Carrie.”

“And I would have told Sandy,” Carrie glared.

“Sandra can’t find out or Rana will be in trouble,” defended Rogesh.

“Rogesh, you ass! Can’t you see that Rana is in trouble!” spat Rachel, before turning to Devin. “Baby, I played along with this at first, but you’ve really fucked up here. We need to call Sandy and Derek!”

“What’s going on?” asked Tara, as she and Kyle approached the scene.

“We have to go find Rana and call Sandra!” exclaimed Rachel, as the seven hurried out of the lobby door. Carrie had her cell phone in hand, when they ran right into Derek, Sandy, Dean and Connie, who were just about to enter the theater.

“What’s up guys?” asked Derek.

Rachel looked panicked. “Rana is with Paul Prescott and she’s in trouble!”

“Paul Prescott! What is that girl thinking?” snapped Sandra, causing Derek to glare at her. Her look softened back to Sandy’s nicer demeanor.

“Prescott is a little douchey bitch,” agreed Dean. “He hangs out with Mike Gilroy and his brother and a few other kids. I’ve heard that even your old pal Ryan Costello has participated in the past. Anyway, the rumors say that they get drunk and fuck and gang bang prostitutes, cougars and poor city girls. Since I play football too, Gilroy tried to get me to go once, but his ass got kicked off the team for drinking and I’m not stupid.”

“Well, Paul almost raped me freshman year,” said Rachel. “I tried to warn Rana, but she chose to believe him instead of me.”

“Yeah, while guys tend to think with their dicks, girls tend to think with their hearts sometimes. In this case she’s blinded by her heart and she can’t see what’s going on,” said Connie.

“Well, I saw where they were heading, so let’s stop talking and find her,” said Derek, as he took off at a jog. The others were soon following.

“Is that a van over there?” giggled Rana.

“Very observant,” he said before muttering, “You dumb whore,” as they got closer to the vehicle.

When they arrived, Rana noticed that they weren’t alone. She saw two guys climbing out of the front seats. “Hi!” she waved happily at the two guys as they walked to the back of the van and opened up the rear doors. The wave caused her to stumble. Paul had to help her keep her balance. “Paul?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I thought we were going somewhere to talk.”

“We’re going to talk here.”

“But what about those guys.”

“Just pretend they’re not here,” he smirked, as he took her hand and helped her into the back of the van.

When the group arrived at “The House Plant”, they looked around. There were a number of places where Prescott and Rana could have gone. Derek frowned. “OK, I guess we have to split up. Connie, Flynny, Sandy and I will go to the left, you guys go to the right.”

“OK,” said Devin, as he became the defacto leader of the second group.

The groups diverged.

Derek’s group was stuck with the more onerous side. The part office building, part manufacturing plant contained a number of entrances and each entrance seemed to have its own winding roadway, which led to a parking area. Luckily, each roadway was not particularly long and it was easy to see the entire parking area without completely going to the end of each lot. They agreed to split up, with each couple checking one roadway. After the first two were checked, there would be two more for each couple to examine.

Like Derek’s group, Devin had decided to divide his group. There were three roadways to explore. While there were fewer roads that led to parking lots, the roads were longer as they additionally extended to loading docks. He, Rachel, Tom and Carrie went straight down the road to the next roadway entrance. Tara, Kyle and Rogesh took the first left and proceeded down that road.

“Ooh that ticklessssss,” giggled Rana. Paul Prescott had already removed her top and bra and was fondling her breasts.

Paul was beginning to get frustrated. He could tell that playing with Rana’s nipples was not getting her aroused. It was just tickling her. Usually the whores, cougars or sluts Mike got them would be moaning at his rough handling of their bodies; even when they were drunk. Paul had never had sex with a virgin before. He had tried to score with Rachel Connors last year, but the then freshman hottie had managed to fight him off.

Since this tactic seemed to be failing, he decided that perhaps a more direct approach would be needed. His hand reached the button of her jeans. He tried to undo it, but Rana was still squirming from being tickled.

“What’cha doing,” she giggled.

“Don’t worry about that.”

“OK,” she laughed some more, as her body shook. He finally managed to hold her still and get the button popped. “Don’t’cha wanna kiss me,” she slurred before closing her eyes and making an exaggerated pucker.

“Not really,” he said, as he began to peel her jeans off.

“What’s that?” asked Tara, as she looked at a dark van off in the distance.

“That could be where Rana is!” yelled Rogesh. He began to sprint for it.

“Wait Rogesh!” exclaimed Kyle.

Kyle and Tara looked at each other and then took off after him.

“Hey, any luck?” asked Derek into his cell phone.

“No. I found a couple of cars, but Prescott wasn’t there,” said Dean’s voice. “I guess that means there are four more roadways to check. Where are you guys?”

Derek looked at Sandy and mouthed the words “No luck”. Sandy got a worried look over her face. “We didn’t see anything. We are almost back to the main road…. Wait….I see someone walking up the main road.”

“We’ll be there in a second,” Dean said as he disconnected.

Derek and Sandy jogged quickly to the figure and Derek was shocked when he saw who it was.

“Ryan? What…”

“Carson, get the hell away from me!” yelled Ryan Costello.

“Listen you little worm, you better tell me where Rana Preema is…” started Sandra.

“Or what? You’ll have your wimpy boyfriend kick my ass,” he scoffed.

“If necessary,” said Derek, as he stood toe to toe with the slightly shorter boy.

“I don’t need to have Derek fight my battles,” she grinned evilly. “I could. But then again, I could have anybody I want to fight my battles. How would you like to get your ass kicked by the whole Varsity football team?”

“They wouldn’t… I’m a teammate.”

“You aren’t a teammate, Costello. You’re only a JV player,” laughed Derek.

“A JV player who is about to get bitch slapped!” exclaimed Flynny, as he arrived on the scene. He charged his 6′4″, two-hundred-thirty pound frame at the much smaller guy.

“Shit! Flynny! What the fuck?!” exclaimed the frightened sophomore.

“Tell me where the girl is or I’ll beat you so badly you’ll be pissing out of your nose!” yelled Flynny.

“OK. It’s at the first left after the crossroads! Please don’t hit me!” whined Costello.

“Get your ass home!” yelled Dean Flynn.

“But first, give me your cell!” yelled Derek, realizing he didn’t want Ryan to warn the others.

“But…” started Ryan until he saw Dean Flynn’s fist. Then he quickly handed Derek the cell phone and ran off in the other direction.

“And you better be telling the truth!” yelled Sandy after him, as the four started to run toward the location Costello indicated.

Derek’s phone rang.

Devin barked out of it, “Derek, Kyle told me they found them, but Rogesh is in trouble and soon Kyle and Tara will be too. We’re on our way!”

“We are too!” said Derek, as he picked up his pace.

Rana Preema was completely naked, squirming and moaning. Her pussy was being fingered by Paul Prescott. Despite her slurring words meant to discourage him, Paul continued his onslaught and despite her drunken cries, she was beginning to juice up. Paul was quickly taking off his clothes when he heard banging on the back door.

“Leave her alone!” cried a voice from outside.

“Rogesh!” screamed Rana.

Rogesh’s banging was interrupted by two fairly big guys, who grabbed him and threw him to the ground. One of them hauled him to his feet when they heard a voice nearby. “You leave him alone!” yelled Tara.

“What do we have here?!” asked Mike Gilroy, licking his lips.

“Mmmm. Tara Broome. She used to be a pig but now she kind of looks like a plus size hottie,” smirked his brother Rich.”

“Shut the fuck up!” growled Kyle, but both would-be-rapists ignored him.

Mike leered at Tara. “Yeah, I’d add her to my ‘to do list’.”

“First we have to get rid of this brainiac twerp! Then we can fuck her!” laughed Rich.

Kyle wasn’t violent by nature, but he had fallen for Tara and wanted to protect her. Over the past more than a week, he had added some muscle to his improving physique and his anger caused adrenaline to course through his body. He unexpectedly launched his big frame at his slightly taller but slightly lighter foe, Rich Gilroy. Both kids tumbled to the ground in a jumble.

Mike attempted to break up the altercation, but Tara Broome jumped onto his back. “What the fuck?!” he cried.

In the commotion, Rogesh heard Rana scream. He quickly ran to the front of the van. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and ran around to the back of the van. As he put the key in the door, he heard Paul Prescott yell. “Stay still bitch or it will hurt more!”

Rogesh opened the door to see Paul Prescott naked trying to hold Rana’s legs open so he could enter her. Rogesh grabbed a can of engine starter and brought it down hard; just missing Paul’s head, but connecting between his shoulder blades, doing some damage.

Paul Prescott winced in sharp pain “What the fuck!” he yelled. He turned around into a spray steam of engine starter in his face, causing him to yell even more. Rogesh quickly pulled Rana’s screaming, naked form out of the van.

Nearby, Mike was still trying to separate his brother from the heavy but strong Kyle, while being impeded by Tara. He had tossed her off of his back twice, but she was still coming after him with a fury. She desperately clawed at his back. Just as he was about to toss her off for a third time, he felt his legs taken out from under him. Tara land on top of both Mike and Rogesh, who had seen the struggle after releasing Rana.

Hate raged in Kyle’s face as he took and delivered blow after blow, ultimately showing far greater resolve than his younger foe. Soon, Kyle was sitting on Rich Gilroy’s chest. Rich just lay there taking shot after shot from Kyle.

Seeing his brother in trouble, Mike Gilroy, with a heave of strength, tossed Tara off of him while kicking Rogesh away. He quickly ran over, yanked Kyle up and hit him in the solar plexus. Kyle crashed back to the ground in a heap. Tara quickly pulled herself off the ground and ran to him.

When Rogesh tried to get up he was tackled from behind and sent sprawling. Paul Prescott had somewhat recovered and had a mixture of murder and engine starter in burning in his eyes. Paul proceeded to roll on top of Rogesh and began to measure him for a big hit to the smaller boy’s face. Just as he was about to take a swing, he was pulled off of Rogesh by Devin. He hauled Paul to his feet and connected a punch to his jaw. Paul collapsed as Devin grimaced in pain at his badly bruised knuckles.

When Mike Gilroy tried to intervene he came face to face with Tom Nilsen, Carrie Osterling and Rachel Connors. Just as Rich Gilroy dragged his battered form up to help his big brother with the newcomers, a voice was heard in the near distance. “Stop!” screamed Sandra Turner.

Every head turned. The expression on her face screamed bloody murder. Derek, Dean and Connie wore similar expressions.

“What the fuck, Flynny!” yelled Mike.

“You say one more word and I’ll kick the shit out of you, while everybody else finishes off your brother and that other little shit,” menaced Dean over the large but still smaller guy.

“Well guys, it wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for in a date, but seeing Dean with those guys made me hot,” laughed Connie.

“Yeah, dude. Thanks. I owe you big time,” said Derek.

“You guys would have been OK without me.”

“Yeah… maybe, but you were the insurance that made it an easier fight and made them back down,” said Sandy.

Dean grimaced. “Well, those guys are a menace! I knew some of what they were up to but I never realized how much of the shit I heard was true.”

“Well, don’t worry. Sandy and I have a plan to take care of them,” stated Derek.

Unbeknownst to Dean and Connie, Derek had a special way of dealing with Paul Prescott and the Gilroy brothers, which involved an assist from his sister’s new boyfriend and a little magic of the mind. As far as Ryan Costello was concerned, he decided that he and Flynny would handle his punishment in-house.

Maggie Turner was holding a cup of coffee and looking around her family room. Like last Friday night, it was full of people. Last weekend, it had been about saving her new foster daughter, Carrie. This Friday, her family room looked more like an emergency room. She and her husband Paul had pretty well spoiled Sandy, although Sandy was now acting quite mature. The problem is that they were now labeled as “the cool parents”. Sandy had begged them not to call the police with her puppy dog eyes and Paul caved in to his little girl in five seconds flat.

“Rana honey, drink this,” said Maggie, holding out a second cup of strong coffee to Rana. She seemed ready to complain until she saw a dark look in Sandra Turner’s eyes. Rana then obediently took the cup.

“Thank you, Mrs. Turner.”

Derek looked at the traumatized girl. He didn’t like his girlfriend’s plan, but he had to admit that it was perhaps the only way of keeping Rana and Rogesh on a short leash and in the end was best for them both.

Derek saw Tara treating a number of scrapes on Kyle’s body. Carrie and Tom were doing the same for Rogesh. Tara herself had one scrape that required a dressing which Rachel had applied. Derek saw Sandy walk over to Devin and knew his friend was in some trouble.

“Look Devin. I know you were trying to help a friend, but you nearly fucked everything up by not telling me and Derek,” said Sandy.

“Yeah…. I know that now. I’m sorry Sandy,” he said contritely.

Sandy put her hand comfortingly on Devin’s shoulder and looked up into his eyes with her innocent ones. “It’s OK, Dev,” she said, causing the young man to smile; until he saw her eyes quickly narrow. “This time,” she added in full Sandra angry tone, as her comforting touch became a hard pinch.

“Ouch!” he cried out, causing everyone to look at him, before another angry look from Sandy stifled him.

“From now on you owe your loyalty to me and Derek! Do you understand?”

“Yeah,” he whisperered, the fear in his eyes palpable.

Sandra then took his head between her hands and aimed it at Rachel Connors. “Isn’t she beautiful Dev? Haven’t I given you an amazing present? I know you two really hit it off despite my little plotting, but what I can give, I can take away. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” he said earnestly, causing Sandy to laugh and her eyes to soften.

“God, you are so cute, Dev,” she smiled, Sandy style, and gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You’re also something else.”

“What?”

“A hero for what you did for helping Rogesh and Rana. Next time, hero…remember to ask first, OK?”

“OK.”

“Good. Now hero, wait here and I’ll get your reward,” she said, before walking over to Rachel and whispering something in her ear. Both girls laughed and then Rachel walked over, took Devin’s hand in hers and led him up to Sandy’s room.

Rana Preema was sobering up quickly. She had made a huge mistake with Paul Prescott. He had nearly raped her and would have if it hadn’t been for Rogesh and her other friends. Now she was catching daggers from Sandra Turner’s eyes. She knew she would be in trouble with her, but it appeared that Sandra was trying to stop Rana from getting into trouble with her parents. She became scared when she was led into the Den.

“Look Sandra, I want to thank you….” she started.

“Don’t thank me. For the next few months, I own your ass!”

“But…”

“Yeah, but don’t call it a butt. It’s your ass and it’s mine!”

“Sandra… I’m sorry…” the girl began to cry.

“Crying won’t work with me, bitch! I gave you an easy assignment. All you had to do was go out with Rogesh and be his public girlfriend, pick out some clothes for him and go to his prom. That was all you had to do. Then you had to fuck around on him with Paul Prescott…”

“I didn’t….”

“Yeah, but you were about to….even if you didn’t want to. What pisses me off most is that Rachel Connors warned you about him. You chose to believe his lying ass over you own teammate. That is not acceptable….”

“I know. I should have believed her, but Rogesh let me go out with Paul.”

“I know. That is a separate issue. He is almost as much to blame as you. I’ll probably make him my little bitch too….”

“No, please. It wasn’t Rogesh’s fault. It’s completely my fault. I’ll pay the price.

“Yes you will. But he’ll pay a price too, perhaps a steeper one. The idiot has real feelings for you, but instead, he lets you go out with another guy, even though I made you his. Talk about ingratitude.”

“He only wanted me to be happy,” she sniffled.

“Yeah, and how do you think making you happy made him feel?”

Rana did not answer.

“Well I think I know how I’ll punish you. You are no longer Rogesh’s girlfriend. I’m giving you to Ryan Costello.”

“No!” she cried.

Sandra smirked “Oh, yes. You seem to like bastard jocks who want to rape you. Ryan was on his way to rape you when we sent him home. Looks like he might get another chance.”

“Please… I can’t. I won’t…”

“You will, or I’ll tell your parents about tonight.”

“They won’t believe you.”

“Then I’ll be forced to show them these,” said the older girl. She pulled out her cell phone and showed Rana pictures of herself at “The House Plant” before she could get her clothes back on.

“Please…. don’t…. they’ll send me back to India… I….”

“Then Ryan Costello it is,” glared Sandra, as her eyes narrowed.

“No… please…. my parents won’t let me go out with an American boy.”

“That’s not my problem… though you could always ask Rogesh to help. He seems to like to pimp you out to American boys.”

Rana began to cry hysterically. Sandra screamed at her. “Stop it, or I’ll insist on you begging Ryan to fuck you!”

In shock, Rana complied. She was now becoming numb from the experiences of the night. Her life was ruined no matter what she decided. She had also gotten her sweet friend Rogesh, who had saved her, into trouble. Now she would have to pay the price and make Rogesh even more miserable.

“Better. I do have another option for you, but you must agree to it to the letter or else!” spat Sandra.

“OK, whatever you want, Sandra.” Rana said robotically.

“Sandra, Derek told me you wanted to see me,” said Rogesh, as he entered the study. He looked with concern at his friend’s girlfriend, before noticing Rana was in the room, smiling at him shyly.

“Close the door,” glared Sandra.

Rogesh complied, as he looked at the demure expression on Rana’s face. “What’s going on, Sandra?”

“You didn’t hold up your end of our bargain, Rogesh,” said Sandra flatly.

“What?”

“I gave you Rana to be your public girlfriend and in return, I wanted you to help her grow up and find some depth in her character. All you did was enable her to keep being the same little bitch she always had been.”

“She’s not a bitch! She’s wonderful!”

“Shut up!” yelled Sandra. “Tell him Rana.”

“I was a bitch, Rogesh. To you in particular,” she replied as ordered, her head lowered in shame.

“No…” he started, before being cut off.

“I was. I know you really liked me and it seems that for some reason, you still do,” she said.

“Rana… I…”

“Let me finish.” She paused before continuing. “I was only focused on my own needs and was being completely selfish. You, on the other hand, were doing everything for me. Sandra has told me that now it is time for that to change.”

“What are you saying?”

“Do you still want me for your girlfriend?”

“I do if you want it, but otherwise I don’t. I just want you to be happy.”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be happy…” started Rana before a withering look from Sandra stifled her. Then she continued. “But yes, I do want to be your girlfriend.”

“Well, then I guess I want it too.”

“Good,” she said before continuing. “There are some conditions though.”

“What?”

“We have to go out exclusively until the start of school. You can’t see anyone else and I can’t either. No more sneaking around, just the two of us.”

“That’s all I ever wanted,” murmured Rogesh carelessly, before he heard both Rana and Sandy laugh.

“The other thing you won’t like though,” she said.

“What?”

“For the first month, three times a week, I must be your whore.”

“What?!” he exclaimed.

Sandra cut in. “Three times a week, she must and will perform some kind of sex act except vaginal intercourse with you.”

“But I…”

“Silence!” screamed Sandra, “Let her finish!”

Rogesh glared.

Despite her dark skin color, Rogesh could tell Rana was blushing, as she relayed the conditions of the agreement. “You get to choose the time and place, as long as you do so early in the week. If you have not done so at least once by Wednesday of any given week, then I will choose when. Twice a week, you get to pick the sex act. Once a week I get to. After the first month, it will be only two sex acts a week and finally by the third month, it will be just one until the end of the agreement.”

“Why should I go along with this?” asked Rogesh.

Sandra sneered, “Because if you don’t, I will offer the same agreement to Ryan Costello.”

Rogesh turned to Rana. “You don’t need to listen to her, Rana. Just quit the cheerleaders.”

“I can’t…”

“If she does, I will send these pictures of tonight’s activities to her parents and they will send her back to India in disgrace,” said the head cheerleader, holding up her cell phone.

“You bitch!” screamed Rogesh, as he reached for her cell phone.

Sandra jerked her hand back. “Don’t be an ass, Rogesh. I’ve already e-mailed them to a friend. That friend will in turn e-mail them to Rana’s parents if you give me any trouble. If you want to fight me, I’ll kick you so hard in the nuts that your family tree will wither on the vine! So unless you want that to happen, sit your ass down!” she spat.

Rogesh sat down.

“This is your choice. You will take Rana under the conditions she and I described, or I will give her to Ryan Costello. If either of you fuck with me, I’ll send the pictures off to Rana’s parents. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

“Yes. Rana…”

“Rogesh, please don’t fight her on this. Take me. You’re a sweet boy. I know you care for me…” started Rana.

“OK, I’ll take you, but the sex…”

“Don’t you want it?”

“Of course, but not if you are being forced to.”

Rana knew she needed to get Rogesh on board with this. Her future happiness and family pride were at stake. At this moment she could finally see why her parents had wanted her to date an Indian boy and why they wanted Rogesh for her in particular. There were better looking guys in the world but nobody quite as sweet to her. She got up from her chair and walked over to the older boy and put her arms around him. “Baby this isn’t so bad, is it?”

He shook his head as he lost the ability to focus.

“I really like you. You’re sweet. I may not have signed on for this originally, but I think I might enjoy this a lot,” she said, before pulling his head to hers and deeply frenching with him.

Rogesh moaned as he felt her tongue enter his mouth. Then he really began to moan as he felt her begin to rub his member through his jeans.

Sandy laughed “If you like, I’ll give you credit toward next week.” She heard Rana moan her agreement into Rogesh’s mouth. As Sandy heard the sound of Rogesh’s fly being unzipped, she walked out of the study to give them some privacy.