The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Paul and Maggie Turner had a fairly large Modern Colonial home. While the house wasn’t enormous, it was still very big considering that there were only three people living there. However, right now ten people made the family room seem a bit squishy.

“Carrie, just relax honey,” said Tom, stroking her strawberry blond hair. She was sitting on his lap.

“You just called me ‘honey’,” she said quietly.

“That’s what you are to me. You’re ‘my honey’. You don’t mind that I call you that?”

“No, Tom. I think it’s nice. I haven’t felt this safe since before my mother died,” she said, with a sad smile.

“Don’t you worry, Carrie. We’ll keep you safe,” he promised.

Maggie and Paul looked around there family room. Counting their daughter, there were five cheerleaders and three guys. “Carrie, the Police are on their way. They said that they could take your statement here,” said Paul.

“Thank you Mr. Turner,” she said quietly.

“We’re hoping that you will stay in one of our guest rooms tonight,” smiled Maggie.

“You’re so kind, Mrs. Turner. Thank you.”

“You’ve been through such a hard time, Carrie. It’s the least we can do,” said Paul.

“Thanks Mom and Dad,” smiled Sandy, as she pulled them into a three way hug.

Carrie saw her teammate hug her parents. This was what a family was supposed to be like, she thought, and then she looked at Tom. He had been so sweet to her. She had never been allowed to have a boyfriend. When her stepfather was out of town on business, she would crash high school parties and have sex with at least one guy there. She reveled in this feeling because she was in control of her body and who she fucked. When her stepfather was around, he made those decisions and it wasn’t just him she had to fuck.

“The police are here,” said Derek.

“Tom can you stay with me?” she asked.

“As long as you need me,” he said.

“Hey Mom,” said Derek into his cell.

“How’s it going over there?”

“The police have been talking to her for the last hour. I can tell that this is hitting her hard, but Tom is being a rock for her.”

“Tom Nilsen? A rock?”

“Mom, Tom is as loyal a friend as I have. He may seem meek, but when I’m in trouble, Tom is the first one there to help.”

“He and his brother are certainly nice young men,” she said, before continuing. “Is there anything I can do? Being an elected official has its advantages, you know.”

“No, it looks like things will be OK. I’ll keep you in the loop, though”

“Please do. Your father had a late meeting. He called me a couple of hours ago, so I expect him back in about an hour or so. We’ll be here if you need us… The poor thing,” sighed Veronica Carson.

“Thanks Mom,” he said and disconnected. When Derek returned to the living room, he saw that a new person had arrived.

“OK, Carrie. Now that the police are done, we can take you somewhere safe,” said the new man.

“I don’t want to go,” said Carrie.

“I’m sorry, but protocol demands that I take you into custody for your own protection.”

“Sir, if you’re taking her anywhere, I’m coming with you,” said Tom firmly.

“I’m sorry, son, that’s not permitted.”

“Why can’t she stay here?” asked Derek.

“Yes, Mr. Clausen. We’re willing to have her here, at least overnight. The child has been through so much,” said Maggie.

“More reason to get her the immediate help she needs. Come on, Carrie,” he motioned for the girl to stand up, but she did not.

“Look, Clausen. She may need counseling, but not ‘immediate help’. Here, she’s in a safe environment where people care for her. Removing her could do more harm than help,” said Paul.

“I’m sorry, but as you’re not family nor have been vetted as a foster care home, as a juvenile, I’m required to take her into custody.”

“Sir, she’s not a juvenile. She’s sixteen, so that makes her a minor,” observed Derek.

“But she’s a freshman in High School,” Clausen said, genuinely surprised.

“She was left back a year because her family had traveled a lot, right Carrie,” asked Tom.

“Yeah,” she murmured. Carrie was feeling strange. She had not remembered seeing the man before, but something about him seemed familiar and scary.

“Well, our records show that she’s only fifteen,” said Clausen.

Derek sensed that something just didn’t add up with Clausen. He knew that DCYF caseworkers were tireless advocates for kids, but this one’s attitude seemed over the top. He believed Carrie about her age and knew that Clausen would have less reason to take her if she were sixteen. Derek knew he needed to monitor the situation. Still, he understood that they could not do it alone. “Babe, call my Mom, I think we need some help!”

“OK,” said Sandy, taking his cell.

“I’m curious. Where’s your file?” demanded an emboldened Tom.

“It’s in the car,” he muttered.

“Well go get it!” he yelled.

“I am unable to show you. As she is a juvenile, her file is sealed.”

“Look Clausen, there’s something fishy about all of this. I want you out of my house!” demanded Paul.

“I’m not leaving without the girl. If I have to get their help, I will,” Clausen said, motioning to the police officers.

“Sir, is there a problem?” asked an officer.

“No problem officer. Mr. Clausen is just leaving,” said Derek with an intense look, as he concentrated hard on the man. He began attacking Clausen with anxiety.

Tim Clausen was not a very nice man. He had been manipulating his position in ways that would get him fired, if not imprisoned if his actions were discovered. Now he was scared. He had to get the girl out of the house. Out of this house and back to her stepfather. Then he felt it. A powerful wave of anxiety hit him. He tried to resist, but combined with his already natural fear, normal under the circumstance, his palms began to sweat. He was looking into the young man’s eyes and something was disturbing him. After about thirty seconds he screamed, “We are leaving right now young lady!” He grabbed her arm and pulled her off of Tom’s lap.

“Ahhhhhh!” screamed Carrie, as she was yanked forcefully to her feet.

“Officer! Stop him! He’s acting crazy!” yelled Maggie, as Tom leapt to his feet to block the door.

“Sir, calm down,” said the officer to Clausen.

“I’m calm!” he said trying to compose himself with a smile. Despite this, his eyes were glazed and he looked like a feverish, sweaty mess.

“Let me go! You’re hurting me!” cried Carrie. Then Carrie made a connection and she was frightened to death. She had never seen this man before, but she had heard his voice and felt his brutal touch.

“Let her go,” admonished one of the officers, and Clausen complied.

Sandy ran into the room “Derek! You’re Mom’s coming over! She should be here in a few minutes.”

“My mother is Councilwoman Carson. She’s requested that you wait,” said Derek to Clausen.

“I don’t answer to her. I answer to the State Office of the Department of Children, Youth and Families,” sneered Clausen.

“She’s got the Mayor on the line and they want to talk to you,” said Sandy.

“I don’t answer to him, either.”

“No, but we do,” said one of the officers. A call came over his radio and he went to answer it.

“I’m leaving with her, right now!” yelled Clausen, as he grabbed Carrie again. She doubled over in fear, almost falling to the ground.

“Sir, remove your hand from this young lady, at once!” said the other officer, “or I shall be forced to take you in.”

“I’ll have your badge!” Clausen yelled.

“I don’t think so. You have been acting quite erratically, sir. Have you taken any drugs, alcohol or prescription medication tonight?” asked the officer.

“Of course not!”

The other officer walked in. “Sir, we are answering a complaint, which strangely emanated from this house, involving a state official who is acting erratically. We’ve been asked to escort you back to the police department.”

Derek caught a glimpse of Mindy holding her cell phone wearing a big grin.

“What about the girl?” asked Clausen.

“She’s staying here tonight, if it is OK with the owners,” beamed Veronica Carson, as she walked in.

“Ronnie!” yelled Maggie, as she ran over and hugged her long lost friend.

“It’s OK with us,” smiled Paul.

The police then ushered Clausen out the door.

“But Mom! She needs me!” complained Tom to his phone.

“Tom, let me talk to her,” offered Derek, and he was handed the phone.

“Mrs. Nilsen. It’s Derek Carson. Look, I know it’s a school night, but after tonight, we should all probably stay at home anyway. Carrie needs Tom. She’s bonded to him and he is one of the few people she trusts right now… Yes. It turns out that her stepfather had been molesting and raping her for the last six years… I know, it’s awful... OK, I’ll drop Brett off. Thanks Mrs. Nilsen,” He smiled and disconnected the call. “She said OK,” he grinned, at his friend.

“Thanks Derek! She really needs me,” said Tom as he looked at the girl lying in fetal position on the couch.

“So, Tom, can you stay?” smiled Sandy, as she walked over.

“Yeah, thanks to Derek.”

“Babe, I have to take Brett, Maya, Chantelle and Mindy back home. Want to come with?

asked Derek.

“I’d love to, but where would I sit?”

“I’m going to ask if I can switch with my Mom’s Navigator.

“No way,” smiled his Mom, as she walked over with Sandy’s Mom and Dad.

“Please Mom… I want to spend a little more time with Sandy.

“Well, against my better judgment and at Paul and Maggie’s request, you can spend the night,” she smiled.

“That’s great, Thank you, Mrs. Carson! Thanks Mom and Dad!” exclaimed Sandy before adding. “But where will he sleep? Carrie and Tom will be using the two spare rooms.”

“Derek can stay on the couch,” smiled Paul.

“Or… in Sandy’s room,” said Maggie.

“Maggie…” Paul started to complain.

“Look dear, we both know our daughter’s been sexually active for some time. She’s on the pill…”

“Mom! That’s so embarrassing!” complained Sandy, as she turned red.

“Do you want Derek down here or upstairs with you?” asked her Mom.

“OK, go on!” she said, her look quickly taking on a big smile.

“Are you sure Maggie? Derek’s not particularly experienced” said his Mom.

“If only she knew how much that has changed,” he grinned to himself. “Mom, I’d be happy just to fall asleep with her in the same bed. I love her, Mom!”

All three adults got quiet. Sandy felt a tear come to her eye, as this was the first time Derek had publicly professed his feelings for her. “I love you too,” she murmured.

“Maggie and Paul, Derek is one of most together people I’ve ever known. If he says he loves your daughter, then you better believe that he does,” said Veronica Carson, as she looked at her son with pride.

“Derek, you know how fond I am of you. I haven’t seen my daughter this happy since she was little. By no coincidence, you were in her life then too,” smiled Maggie.

“I guess, it’s OK with me too,” said Paul. “I’m not sure how we ever fell out of touch with you all, but Maggie and I always had joked that you would be our son one day. I’m not sure if that will really happen, but now I wouldn’t be so surprised if it did,” he said.

After driving the others home, Derek grinned as he walked up to Sandy’s room and knocked.

“Come in, if your name is Derek.”

“It is,” he said as he opened the door. What he saw next shocked him. He saw his girlfriend wearing a red teddy, with crotch less panties and garters and silk stockings. He just stood there with his mouth open.

“Ahem.. you might want to close the door,” she grinned. Derek did as he was told. “Now you might want to consider walking over to the bed,” she laughed.

“You’re so hot!” he exclaimed.

“I am. I’m hot for you,” she moaned, as her hand found its way to her already glistening pussy.

Derek tore off his clothes in record time and soon he was on her.

“Come in,” said Tom, as he was wearing the pajama’s Brett had given Derek to give his twin after Derek had dropped him off.

“Can I come in?” asked Carrie meekly, wearing one of Sandy’s nightgowns.

“Carrie, are you OK?”

“I can’t sleep. I’m scared. Can I sleep with you?”

“I… guess so,” he gulped.

Carrie climbed into bed and got under the covers with Tom. “Thank you Tom! I owe you so much.”

“You …don’t owe me anything. Friends do for friends,” he said nervously.

“Can I put my head on your shoulder?”

“Sure,” he stammered.

There was an awkward pause, before Tom felt a hand on his left thigh.

“Tom…”

“Carrie… sweetheart…” he interrupted, covering her hand with his own, to prevent its upward course.

“You just called me sweetheart! Am I really your sweetheart, Tom?”

“If you want to be.”

“I do, Tom. I really do,” She smiled broadly.

“Carrie… we need to take this slowly.”

“But Tom, I want you!”

Tom felt his confidence increase, but he also felt the loyal and caring friend part of him emerge too.

“If you want me, you’ll get me, I promise. I want you too. Now’s just is not the time.”

“Aren’t I pretty enough?”

“You are the most beautiful girl in the whole world.”

“I am? Do you really mean that?”

“I do. More importantly, I think you’re an amazing person.”

“I’m not,” she said softly.

“You are and I want to spend every day proving it to you. I do want you, but I’m not playing for tonight. I want to be sure that I can have you for the long haul. For that to happen, we both need to learn about love.”

“I love you, Tom. I know all about love.”

“Honey, nobody has shown you love for a long time, so you don’t understand what that means. You understand sex, but I don’t think you understand love.”

She started to cry softly.

“Don’t cry. I don’t understand love either. I don’t even understand sex,” he laughed, as a giggle came out of her mouth, as another teardrop fell. “Sweetheart, for us to work we need to learn about love together. I may not understand it, but I know I have an awful lot of it to share. I think that underneath it all, so do you. We just need to find out how we can share it.”

“You really care for me, don’t you?” she said with amazement.

“I do,” he smiled as he stroked her hair lovingly.

“My Mom used to do that for me before she died,” she sighed. “I know that she loved me and I loved her. Is that what love is?”

“Mostly, I guess. I think it’s about consistency. I’ll always be there for you, if you need me.”

“Yesterday if someone told me what you just did, I would have laughed in their face. Now I know that people like you, the Turner’s and Derek care for me. When you told me that I didn’t owe you anything, I knew something that I had already suspected.”

“What?”

“How wonderful you are,” she smiled, as she leaned her face to his and gave him a quick but sweet kiss on the lips. Minutes later, she was asleep.

Tom felt his damaged, but healing angel on his shoulder. He couldn’t believe it when she called him “wonderful”. No female, other than his mother, had ever said that about him. He avoided looking at her, as he imagined he would have gotten aroused. Instead, he just enjoyed the sensation of lying next to someone and listening to her breathing. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Oh! I can’t believe how good you are making me feel,” moaned Derek, as the stunning girl in the red teddy was riding him to their second climax.

“Baby! I love the way I feel when you are inside me!” she moaned back, as she lowered herself on top of him, and he pulled her down to kiss her.”

To Sandy, sex had always been a means to an end. She had slept with more than half a dozen other guys, but it was always to get something or keep someone. She rarely climaxed during sex. Jon’s rough sex had turned her on at first, but he became cruel and domineering. The decision to break up with him was easy. Just one time of shoving her hard against the wall and calling her a slut was enough to chuck him. The idiot thought he had tamed her with sex. In reality, she managed to keep control over herself.

Now none of that mattered. She no longer fucked. She made love. Derek turned her on without violence. Just knowing that he would do anything for her because he loved her; made her love him that much more. That also made her really horny for him at the same time. “Oh Babe, I’m close! Fill me! Fill me up!” she moaned into his mouth, before going back to French kissing him.

“Oh! Cumming!” he moaned back.

“Oh! I can feel it, Baby! Oh!!!!!!” she grunted as her climax started. She deeply kissed him, as she came.

As she lay spent on top of him, he rolled them onto their sides. They continued kissing.

After she broke the kiss and they became untangled, she removed the teddy, stockings and panties. Then she settled her nude form back into his arms. “Promise we’ll always be like this,” she sighed.

“I promise, if you do.”

“I do! I’ve found my way back to you, Derek and I don’t ever want this to change.”

“Even in September?”

“Even when we’re in the old folk’s home,” she laughed and he joined in.

Tom was dreaming about a famous blond pop star coming-on to him. He felt her hand on his member as it hardened. The he felt an amazing sensation of heat, moisture and suction. When he opened his eyes in the dream, he saw that the singer had turned into Carrie. He moaned as he awoke to seeing a naked Carrie giving him a blow job. Before he even had a chance to pull off of her, he exploded into her mouth. “Carrie!” he exclaimed.

“I’m sorry, Baby. You just looked so cute lying there, I couldn’t help myself.”

“But you didn’t need to…”

“No, I didn’t. I wanted to. I want to make you happy. It did make you happy, didn’t it?”

Tom sighed. There was no right answer to that question; only wrong ones. “It was amazing. But we can’t do this,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I sense you are doing this out of gratitude. I don’t want your gratitude. I want you. If I can’t have you, I just want us to be friends.”

“Tom…” she said quietly. “Please listen to me.”

“OK,” he murmured.

“Of course I’m grateful to you, you dummy! You saved me and I feel better about myself than I’ve felt in a long time. But I don’t just feel gratitude. I may not know what love is, but I know that I really like you.”

“Really… how could such a pretty girl really like me?”

“Tom, I’m about to tell you something that may piss you off… do you want to know the truth?”

“Yeah.”

She sighed before continuing. “Tom, I always thought you were a dweeb.”

He laughed. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“OK, I will. You may have been a dweeb, but I always thought that you and your brother were kind of cute.”

“No…”

“Yes. I really did. Still, I would have never given you a chance if Sandy hadn’t ordered me to.”

“’You just called her ‘Sandy’. So you know?”

“She told me everything before I went to bed. She also told me all about you.”

“What did she say?”

“She said that you were the sweetest guy she ever met. She said that you were an incredibly loyal friend and that I would always be able to count on you. She also said that you weren’t really a dweeb. You were much more than that. You’re shy, smart and awkward; which are the reasons that no girl ever wanted you. It never had anything to do with your appearance. Also, they couldn’t see the amazing qualities that Sandy and now I see in you. If they did, you’d probably have had a bunch of girls wanting to go out with you.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?” he asked nervously.

“Because, I want to be your girlfriend. You’re really cute. You’re sweet, loyal and caring. I may not know about love, but I know a good thing when I see one and I don’t want to miss out.”

Tom grinned. He had never thought about any of that before. “You’ll never miss out. I don’t want any other girl. I just want you.”

Carrie felt a tear roll down her cheek. The last twelve hours had rocked her world, but in a good way. She had felt so dead inside. Now she was feeling the spark that Tom had lit in her become a blaze. “Tom, will you be my boyfriend?”

“Yes,” he smiled, as he leaned in and they kissed, sweetly at first, before deepening the kiss. He ignored his flavor on her breath, as he felt her tongue explore the inside of his mouth. When he broke the kiss, he smiled. “I still think we should wait before we go ‘all the way’.”

“OK,” she sighed “it’s a pity because you have a big, beautiful cock.”

“I thought you didn’t really like sex.”

“I don’t… at least without you. The idea of making love to you really turns me on,” she smiled.

“Carrie?”

“What?”

“You just said ‘making love’ instead of ‘fucking’.”

“I did?”

“I think I know why you didn’t like sex. Because you never had an emotional connection like the one we have. I think we should still wait, but perhaps not as long as I originally thought.”

“You mean…”

“I think you’re beginning to know the difference between sex and love. Now I need to learn too.”

“I want to teach you.”

“I want to learn from you. Speaking of which, you caused me to cum with your mouth. Show me how I can do the same for you.”

“No… I…”

“What?” asked Tom.

“Nobody’s ever done that for me before,” she said.

“Then I guess we both have to learn about that,” he grinned. As he lowered his head down her torso, he could already smell her arousal.

“Yeah, I’m out now.”

“You didn’t say anything, did you?”

“No I didn’t. I denied everything. She’s a troubled girl. Hopefully, they’ll believe her doting stepfather over her ‘irrational outburst’.”

“Well they better.”

“They will because you’re going to make sure it’s going to happen.”

“Me? There’s a chance that they may already suspect me of complicity or at best, negligence.”

“Yeah, but if I’m going down, you are too.”

Tim Clausen sighed. Damon Best was a thug. Tim had sold his soul for a regular piece of his hot, young stepdaughter. Now that bill was in receivership. It was time to pay the devil his due. “OK. I think I know how this should be handled.”