The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Malcolm smiled as he set his phone down on the desk in front of him. The thoughts of making dinner were long gone, he had Master PC booted up and the idea of toying with somebody drew him in like a moth to a flame. The Fancy Footwear fiasco was a fairly easy fix and it didn’t sate his desire to manipulate. All he had to do was make sure that no one would enter the store while something sexual was going on. He was fairly certain that that would solve the problem.

But he couldn’t avoid being curious as to what was happening inside the store at that moment. He had assumed that Alison was going to have some fun in the store that night, but he never imagined that it would be with Becky and Taylor. The boy tried to imagine the four women entangled with each other. It’d be an eclectic’s dream! His thoughts turned to Taylor and he realized that he hadn’t seen her since Becky changed her.

Malcolm pulled up Taylor’s profile and saw the Asian in all her glory. The avatar was nude and had a look of utter bliss on her face. It seemed that Becky hadn’t changed too much about her. She mostly just gave her a big pair of tits. He clicked on the tab that showed her mental state and saw that she was completely lesbian. At least Becky had done some work there.

Even though he was disappointed that his newly created rule for Fancy Footwear would keep him from joining in, Malcolm figured that he shouldn’t waste his night away. He grabbed the list of names that he had created of other prospects in his school and read through it.

“Annabelle Jenkins... She’d be fun,” he thought. Malcolm entered her name into the program and the avatar of the rockabilly girl, whom he shared second period Chemistry with, popped up onto the screen. While she wasn’t hot by the current standards that ruled his school’s social hierarchy, she had a very classic beauty about her, paired with a rebellious, yet bubbly, persona that made her so likable. She turned 18 early on in the year and immediately had a sugar skull tattooed just behind her ear. It was usually covered by her hair, whose colour of the week was a bold, crimson red, but occasionally you could see the gorgeous artwork peek out.

Since she was on his list, he had already programmed her to obey any and all of his instructions so he didn’t need to do much with her head. Her body was already smoking: ample breasts, great hourglass figure (usually amplified by the corsets she would wear) and a pale face that contrasted her bold hair and sultry lips, so he didn’t see any changes that were necessary.

“It may be fun to be able to manipulate her reality though,” he mused.

Subject will accept anything that Malcolm says as true.

“There, that should make for an interesting period. I just have to make sure I actually attend class tomorrow,” thought the boy, “Which means my fun with Becky will have to happen first period.” With a sly grin across his face, Malcolm typed:

Other than Becky and Malcolm, people in Andrew Johnson’s first period Math class will pay no attention to Becky and Malcolm and will act as if the two are sitting in their desks like normal.

“That should let me have all the fun that I want,” thought Malcolm.

“Ugh! That slut is probably busy screwing some random guy!” thought Stacy in frustration, as she threw her phone onto her bed and stormed around her room.

She was furious when she arrived home that day. Her last and final friend had been transformed, just like the three others before her, and all signs pointed to Becky orchestrating the whole thing.

Stacy flopped onto her bed and thought back to her friend’s gross entrance to class. Something was still bugging Stacy about what Taylor had said to her. She replayed the whole thing in her head over and over, trying her best to replicate Taylor’s exact words. It wasn’t her absolute adoration of Becky that bothered Stacy. If Becky indeed had orchestrated the entire thing, it wouldn’t surprise her if she made a few people submissive to her. It wasn’t even Taylor’s acceptance of the whole situation either. There was something that Taylor had said that was making Stacy’s subconscious scream at her.

Stacy raised herself into a sitting position on her bed and looked across the room at her corkboard. “Of course!” thought the blonde as she jumped off her bed and ran to the corkboard. She grabbed the photo that she posted there last night. The date on her camera said that it was only taken within the past month and despite all of her memories, she had a gut feeling it was true.

This brought her to what Taylor had said earlier that day. She had said something about ‘all of the transformations in the past week’ and as far as Stacy knew, all of the other transformations occurred close to a year ago. But the photo was pretty clear cut evidence that they happened much later.

“If I’m right,” reasoned Stacy, “Then someone must have tampered with my head.” She tapped the photo against her left hand as she thought about what she could do next. Stacy ran to her purse and grabbed her notebook. She read her page about Becky and scrawled a note underneath it about memory loss. Whatever power Becky had, it was damn powerful and she clearly did not want Stacy interfering.

“Well, too bad Becca. I’m on to you whether you like it or not.”

Malcolm woke up way before his alarm the next day, but he was too excited to go back to sleep. It was Friday and he had so much planned for the last day before the weekend. He hopped out of bed and took a shower. His mind continually played out his itinerary for the day. There was a lot of fun and play that he had planned with his new toys, but he still needed to spend some time observing Stacy. The fact that he had to alter her memory had thrown a wrench in the cogs of his plan. She proved to have a stronger will and determination than he initially thought and he wanted to make sure that she was feeling the effects of loneliness before he ruined her.

He hopped out of the shower and dried himself off. While getting dressed, the smell of bacon and eggs wafted through his room.

“Dad must have made some breakfast,” thought the boy. Due to his busy work schedule, Jack, Malcolm’s father, was hardly ever around for meals and Malcolm was often forced to prepare his own food, which in the morning usually consisted of a bowl of cereal. But once in a while, Jack would have a Friday off and, being the excellent chef that he is, would spend the day cooking. Malcolm always looked forward to those days; after all, one can only eat so much Kraft Dinner.

Malcolm walked downstairs and joined his father in the kitchen. The boy was busy thinking about his day ahead and Jack wasn’t sure how to bond with his son so the two ate in silence.

Stacy arrived at school that day and failed to find any of her friends in the front foyer. It made sense, she reasoned, since they were all slutting themselves around the school. She couldn’t believe the nerve that Becky would have to change all of her friends just so they’d succumb to sensual pleasures.

With her head down, she slowly walked towards her first period class. She had English first period, and she shared that with Alison. Hopefully her friend would be there. Despite not being able to stand her longing stares, Alison was the least changed of any of her group and the most likely to answer Stacy’s questions. She just hoped that the girl hadn’t changed any more and that she was actually still attending classes.

Stacy walked into her English class, sat down at her desk and pulled out her notebook from her purse. She flipped to the page that contained all of her suspicions about Becky and reread it over and over, maybe with the hope to imprint the page to her memory should anything go wrong. Earlier that morning, she had actually prepped her room just in case she was right and someone was indeed manipulating her memory. There were posters plastered all over the walls and cork boards in her room, she created multiple files on her computer labelled ‘READTHIS.txt’ and she even left a tape recorder on her bed with a summary of her thoughts about the changes and Becky’s involvement.

She just had to make sure that her suspicions were indeed correct, and the other girls had only been changed over the last week, before she confronted Becky.

A few students began trickling into the otherwise empty classroom and her teacher, Mrs. Edward, was happily organizing files in a cabinet while humming a snappy tune. The warning bell finally rang, signalling that there were five minutes until the start of class, and Stacy watched the door anxiously. She needed Alison to attend class that day so she could ask her some questions and figure some things out.

Her worst fears came to realization when the late bell rang and Alison had still not shown up. Alison was never late. Why wasn’t she in class? Had Becky corrupted her even more? A torrent of questions flew through Stacy’s head as the teacher started class. They were just starting on Shakespeare’s ‘A Midsommer Night’s Dream’ and she couldn’t even concentrate on the course material even though it was one of her favourite plays. She wondered how she could figure out whether or not her theory was right. She hardly knew any of the other students in the class, so asking them a question as strange as ‘Do you remember what day Becky started changing?’ was out of the question.

She bounced her leg anxiously as she ignored the lesson completely and stared up at the second hand on the clock. “When will this stupid class end?” thought the blonde. She needed to know the answer to her theories. Stacy glanced around the class and noticed that everyone had their books out and were taking turns reading aloud. Stacy rolled her eyes, “Right, Mrs. Edwards still thinks that we’re in elementary school.” She pulled out her own book and looked at the boy sitting beside her. “His name is Jake, right?” she thought.

“Psst... Jake!” the boy looked her way, she must have been right! “What page are we on?”

“SHH!!!” came an angry voice from Mrs. Edwards’ direction. Jake looked at Mrs. Edwards and then back to Stacy. He turned his book so she could see the page number.

“Great,” thought Stacy, “Now I can at least pretend to pay attention.” She turned to the right page and looked back at Jake, who had turned his attention back to his own book. “Maybe I should just ask him when everything changed.”

She thought hesitantly and turned her page with the rest of the class. “Psst... Jake!”

“Stacy, that’s quite enough!” said her teacher, interrupting the reader, “One more word out of you when you’re not supposed to be talking and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Stacy blushed, nodded and looked back at her book while the class kept reading. She read the words on the page and heard the reader talking, but she couldn’t pay attention to the story at hand. Her mind kept racing about how she could know that her memories had been changed and how she could figure out whether or not they had. The class lulled by and even when it was time for her to read aloud, Stacy still couldn’t focus on the material and didn’t put her usual enthusiasm into the dialogue.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom burst open and Alison came rushing in. The whole class was silenced as Alison announced, “Sorry I’m late, Mrs. Edwards! I had car troubles!” She looked around the class and spotted the empty seat in front of Stacy. Alison rushed over to the seat and gave a curt wave to Stacy before sitting down. The blonde knew that this would be her chance to get some answers, even if she had to risk being sent out of the class.

After Mrs. Edwards told Alison the page number and the class started reading again, Stacy tapped Alison on the shoulder. The black haired girl leaned back and Stacy whispered, “I know this is a weird question, but when did Becky’s appearance change?”

Alison shrugged and whispered back, “Tuesday? I’m not quite sure.”

Stacy was thrilled! It seemed that her suspicions were warranted. “But it was definitely this week, right?”

“Ms. Rathers!” announced the teacher, “Grab your things and come see me. Jerry, continue reading.” Stacy gulped in apprehension and put her books back into her bag as the scrawny guy at the front kept reading. She walked over to her teacher’s desk with her head lowered in shame. “I don’t know what has gotten into you,” whispered Mrs. Edwards, “But I expect respect in my class. Now, you’re usually one of my best students so I’m going to let you off with a warning. You had better not disrupt us again.”

Stacy nodded her head and apologized to the woman.

“Since there are only ten minutes left in class, I’ll let you leave if you need to. I’d rather have you stay, but do you think you’ll be able to focus?”

Stacy thought and appraised her options. There was one that critically outweighed the others. She shook her head and responded, “No, I should probably leave.” Her teacher nodded and waved her arm towards the door. Stacy glanced once more at Alison and then quietly left the classroom.

The blonde checked her watch and started walking down the hallway with a determined purpose. If Becky wasn’t going to answer her phone calls, Stacy would just have to confront her face-to-face. She marched to Mr. Johnson’s class room to grab her when she left the class. Outside of the class, she hoped that Becky was still attending classes. She was almost starting to doubt her chances when she heard a moan coming from inside the room. Was that slut actually screwing somebody during class? How could she get away with that? It seemed more and more likely that Becky was the culprit. Stacy just needed to figure out how to stop her.

Earlier...

Malcolm walked into Math class with high expectations. Inside, he wasn’t sure if his plan would work, but Master PC hadn’t failed him so far and even if something went wrong, the program would surely provide a quick fix. He walked over to an empty seat near the back of the room and sat down contentedly.

It just added to his good mood that he saw Stacy walking to class and looking rather defeated. Her walk didn’t have her usual cocky bounce and her face wasn’t plastered with a smug, ‘I’m better than you’ expression. All-in-all life was good for Malcolm and he only had his special program to thank.

He smiled and waved Becky over when she entered the room, looking as trashy as ever. She stroked his shoulder as she passed his desk and sat down in the seat behind him. Malcolm knew that her actions would probably play out similarly to how they did the day before. But this time he was expecting the vibrator to drop, and this time he had a bit more planned for it as well.

The late bell rang and Mr. Johnson started the lesson as usual. Malcolm pretended to listen as he waited for inevitable clatter of a falling object behind him. His anxiousness made it seem like forever, but finally he heard the clatter and felt the resulting tap on his shoulder.

He smiled, but instead of picking it up, he leaned back and asked her what she wanted.

Becky replied with a breathy voice to his ear, “I dropped something. Can you pick it up for me?”

“What’s the magic word?” he responded.

“Please?” she asked in a slightly higher pitch.

“Please... what?” he replied, toying with her even more. He knew she’d play back.

“Please, can you pick it up for me?” she replied in a tone that told him she was batting her eyelashes while doing it.

“Good girl.” Malcolm bent over and picked up the pink vibrator that fell to the ground. He smiled as he looked up her skirt and saw her idly fingering her slit. He sat up, gripping the plastic toy in his hands and turned around to face her. With a devious smile and a wink he turned the base and it started to buzz.

Becky’s eyes bulged and she fiercely whispered to him, “What are you doing!?! Someone will hear it!”

Malcolm laughed. She was more modest than he expected. “Don’t worry, Becky,” he said, “Do you see anyone around looking at us?”

Becky looked around the room, “Well, apart from the loser, Jeremy, over there staring at my tits, no.” She wiggled her chest at Jeremy, but he didn’t avert his gaze.

Malcolm looked over at Jeremy and back at Becky. He rolled his eyes and said, “Well don’t worry about it. No one’s going to know what we’re doing.” He took the pink vibrator that was still buzzing in his hand and slipped it under her desk.

Becky’s body seized and her eyes snapped shut as she felt the buzz on her pussy. Malcolm’s arm was only long enough to just barely graze her clit, but it was enough to set her body on fire. Becky sank in her chair and let her crotch inch towards the pink vibrator that was now invading her pussy.

Malcolm started slowly moving the toy in and out of her pussy and Becky quietly moaned in response. Her hand snaked up to one of her voluptuous breasts and began pawing at it through her tight tank top.

Becky felt so hot as Malcolm pumped the vibrator into her pussy. The buzzing between her legs was driving her just as insane as it had the night before. The orgy in the shoe store was amazing, but it definitely missed something that Becky craved. It missed something that she knew Malcolm had.

“Mmm... Malcolm, that feels great,” she moaned at the boy, “But I know something that will feel better for the both of us.”

The boy chuckled but kept playing with her pussy, “Oh you do, do you? What might that be?”

“It’s... about nine inches and it’s... it’s making a tent in your pants,” she gasped. “Come with me to the bathroom.”

Grinning, Malcolm removed the vibrator from her pussy and handed it over to her. “No,” he replied, “Come with me.” He grabbed her free hand and guided her from her seat.

“Malcolm! Where are we going?” she asked as he led her to the front of the class room. She looked at all the other students she passed, but none of them seemed to care that they were out of their seats. They all seemed to be focused on the lesson and kept taking notes.

They stopped at the front of the class and Malcolm pointed to the table, “Sit,” he told her. Becky sat on the edge of the table causing her skirt to rise up her legs. She looked at the class in front of her who all had an unobstructed view of her womanhood, but no one was looking. Her peers were craning their necks to see what was written on the white board behind her. No one seemed to care that she was there, beyond being some minor nuisance from the rest of their lesson.

By the time she looked back at Malcolm, he had his pants off and was stroking his huge erection. Her eyes were drawn to his massive cock and she could feel herself growing wet again. Her horniness soon overcame her confusion and she knew that she needed his meat inside her. He had told her not to worry about the class earlier, so maybe she could just lie back and enjoy.

Becky did just that. After removing her top, her head dropped back and touched the far edge of her Math teacher’s desk. She looked up and saw her sexy Math teacher talking to the class about the growth of bacteria colonies. He didn’t even care that she was spread eagle on his desk.

She felt some pressure on her pussy and looked up to see Malcolm smiling at her. A gasp escaped her lips as he slowly entered her, in front of the entire class. She relished the feeling of his flesh. Malcolm’s was better than any other she’d encountered and a hell of a lot better than the plastic vibrator that had become her best friend over the past week.

Slowly, he dug into her wet pussy. She squirmed in heat and when he finally reached the end, she let out a sigh of content. He started pulling out, again slowly, and Becky bit her lip from the friction. Malcolm began pumping in and out of her and he gradually built the pace.

Becky closed her eyes as their wild sex started shuffling the table underneath her. Malcolm always had a way to rock her body and that day was no different. She twisted a nipple as she focused on the pleasure of his big, thick cock filling her wet pussy. It was just too good, no one could compare.

“...And how about you Ms. Woods,” said Mr. Johnson, distracting her from her addiction, “We haven’t heard a peep from you all class. What do you think the answer is?”

“Huh?” said Becky as she tried to wrap her head around his question. What was he asking her? How could he ask her a question at a time like this? Couldn’t he see that she was busy?”

“Do you think that we can figure out the half-life of uranium using a log?”

Becky was too lost in the thralls of sex to even register her Math teacher’s words. All that mattered was Malcolm’s cock and the pleasure that it... “Y-Y-YESSSS!!!” exclaimed Becky as a torrential wave of pleasure tore through her body and she was thrown into orgasmic bliss.

Mr. Johnson laughed, “There’s no need to be so excited about it, but you’re right. Here’s how we set it up...”

The brunette didn’t even hear his last words as she writhed on the table in pure bliss. She felt Malcolm slow down and pull out of her. He sat down on the table beside her and as she opened her eyes, she was drawn to his large, and still incredibly erect, dick.

She looked up at the clock at the wall and saw there was still half an hour left in the lesson. Becky climbed up onto the desk and lowered herself onto his raging hard-on. There was still plenty of time to work with his log.