The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Stacy Rathers was waiting outside of Mr. Johnson’s classroom when the bell rang, signalling the end of first period. The door opened and a plethora of students piled out of the class. By the sounds that came from the room not even ten minutes prior, it was fairly obvious that someone was having sex inside the room and Stacy found it very odd that all of the students leaving were acting so normal.

She recognized a few of the kids, but had hardly ever talked to them before. A few of the guys that walked out immediately averted their attention to her body and, for some reason, Stacy found the act rather repulsive. It had never bothered her before, but maybe now, with all of the sex going around the school, it just wasn’t something that she’d condone anymore.

Especially not from Malcolm. When he left the class with a shit-eating smile across his face and eyed her hungrily, she almost threw up.

“Hey Stacy!” he said, “Looking fine as always.”

“Ugh, just go away, you creep!” Stacy retorted. She had no time for his crap; she needed to grab Becky before she left.

“You know,” he said, as he walked away, “You should take a compliment when it’s offered, you never know when being pleasant to somebody might do some good.”

Stacy scoffed and let the comment slide. She needed to stay focused on Becky.

Finally her friend emerged, looking like she had just run a marathon. She was sweating, breathing heavily and her tank top was on a little crooked. “She was obviously the one having sex,” thought Stacy, “But how is her hair still so perfect?”

“Hey Stacy,” said Becky as she saw her former best friend, “How’s the chaste life treating you?”

Stacy scoffed, “Aren’t you done slutting your way around school? Haven’t you screwed the entire male population by now?”

Becky laughed and started walking down the hallway causing Stacy to follow suit. “Mostly,” replied the brunette, “But there are some that are worth revisits.”

Stacy was shocked by this admission, “And what happened just then? Were you seriously just having sex during class?”

Becky stopped dead and looked at the other girl with a shocked expression. “How did you know?”

“Duh,” replied the blonde, “I could hear it!”

“Ugh, he told me not to worry about it!” scoffed Becky as she started walking again.

“What?” replied Stacy who had to rush to keep up with the brunette, “Actually, never mind... Would you stop walking? I want to talk to you.” She stopped and grabbed Becky by the arm.

“Becky stopped again and turned around to Stacy with an annoyed expression. “Fine!” she replied, “What do you want to talk about?”

“Look, I know you’re behind everything happening around here. Why are you doing it?”

“Why am I doing what?” asked Becky who had quickly grown tired of the conversation.

“You’re changing everyone into sluts! Don’t deny it, I know it’s been you!”

“I’m not doing anything!” said Becky. Stacy gave her an incredulous look. “Okay,” Becky gave in, “I did change Taylor, but I have no idea what happened to Megan or Alison.”

Stacy laughed sarcastically, “Sure and you didn’t erase my memory either!”

Becky looked at the blonde seriously, “No, I didn’t do anything to you.”

“Then how did you change Taylor? You can’t tell me that you magically realized you could change her like you changed yourself.”

“I didn’t,” replied Becky, “She came to me during second period yesterday. Malcolm told me I’d be able to do anything I wanted with her.”

“Malcolm?!?” replied Stacy, “How would that creep know that?!?”

“I’m not sure,” shrugged Becky as she started walking again, “And I don’t really care. All that I care about is how well he fucks, and if you ask me, it’s really good.”

“Wait!” yelled Stacy as she tried to keep up with Becky and process the new information at the same time, “He’s not the guy you just screwed in class, is he?”

Becky turned back to the blonde with a blissful smile across her face, “Yep! It was amazing!” Becky kept walking, but Stacy just stopped in the middle of the hallway.

The bell rang to signal the start of the next period, but Stacy dismissed it and tried to wrap her head around the identity of her newest suspect. She wanted to confront Malcolm, but had no idea where to find him or what his class schedule was like. Stacy thought about her own class schedule and how she was doing in her three other classes. She was doing well enough in Math and History to afford missing both of those, and they were just starting anatomy in Biology which would be easy enough to catch up on, so she decided to go home for the day and think about what to do with Malcolm.

“Besides,” she rationalized, “If I manage to stop him, in some weird way, this could be considered securing my educational future.”

Sitting at a desk with her nose between the pages of a romance book was a rather attractive girl whose personal style could only be described as rockabilly. It was a rather alternative style of dress highly reflective of 1950’s pinup girls. Her hair was dyed a bright and vibrant red and it was accented with a white sunflower just behind her right ear. She was wearing a white blouse paired with a tight denim vest. It was a slight change from her usual corsets or vintage dresses, but it still did well to display her modest chest, and her tight black jeans more than made up for her change in attire.

That girl was Annabelle Jenkins and she was sitting in the classroom of her second period Chemistry class waiting for the bell to ring and the class to start. She passed the time by reading a romance novel and she could feel her heat rise. It was at a really hot part in the story and even though she knew that she probably shouldn’t read that kind of material, she couldn’t help herself.

Somewhere in her subconscious, she noticed somebody sit in the seat next to her, but the rest of her mind was so entangled in her story that she failed to acknowledge anything in the real world. The story was just too good, too hot, and too steamy, she could feel her face flush and her breathing quicken. She could visualize the entire story in her head and she could feel the lust shared by Isaac and Isabelle, the characters in the story, when...

“Hey Annabelle!”

Annabelle gasped and quickly shut her book as she looked to the person on her right. The person who had interrupted her story. “Hey Malcolm,” she said slightly confused, “How can I help you?” It wasn’t that she didn’t like Malcolm, but they were more acquaintances than anything and had hardly shared more than a few sentences with him.

“Oh,” replied the boy, “Well I haven’t been here all week and I was just wondering what we were working on today.”

Annabelle licked her bright red lips as she thought and let her heat dissipate. “Umm...” she replied, looking around the classroom for some clue. She had been so engrossed in her novel that she even forgot she was in her Chemistry class. She noticed some contraptions sitting on the lab benches in the back and remembered. She pointed to the back and said, “We’re doing a titration lab with partners.”

Malcolm followed her gaze and replied, “Oh, I have no idea what to do there.” He looked back at the girl and asked, “Do you?”

Annabelle glanced down at the novel that was placed snugly between her hand and the desk. When would he stop talking to her and let her keep reading? “Umm...” she said as she looked back at the boy, “Yeah, it’s not too hard.”

“Oh great,” he replied, “You want to be my partner.”

She furrowed her brow in confusion. He probably just meant to say something else. “Do you mean, you want me to be your partner?”

Malcolm laughed, “Yeah, that’s what I meant. I want you to be my partner. Do you want to be mine?”

Annabelle tossed the idea around her head. She hadn’t really thought about it, but it seemed so right. She wanted to be his partner. “Yeah, I do,” she replied as she pushed her novel aside, “But first we need to catch you up on the process.”

She was cut off by the sound of the late bell as it signalled the start of class. Their teacher, Mrs. Hopkins, briefly made some announcements before telling them to partner up and work on their labs. Annabelle and Malcolm grabbed some white lab aprons and their safety goggles and chose the setup at the back corner of the lab.

“So first,” said Annabelle as she took the long glass cylinder from its clamp, “We need to rinse out the burette with distiller water.”

“You don’t have to tell me every detail,” replied Malcolm in a snide tone, “Just do what needs to be done and tell me if you need help with something.”

“Okay,” thought Annabelle as she poured some water into the burette, “Someone’s a little cranky today.”

“Oh, and Chemistry makes you horny,” Malcolm added.

Annabelle was shocked. How did he know that? He was right, her pussy was tingling at the thought of doing an experiment, but that wasn’t an appropriate thing to say. “Excuse me?” she replied as she looked at her partner.

“Shit,” he said, “Umm... You won’t find anything that I say to be out of the ordinary.”

“Okay...” she replied as she rinsed the burette once more, this time with the base they were using. Annabelle could tell that her breathing was starting to pick up and she could feel her nipples tighten in anticipation. Why did Chemistry have to turn her on like that?

“Being horny in public excites you even more.”

Annabelle closed the tap on the bottom of the burette and reattached it to the stand. She glanced at Malcolm and blushed. She quickly looked away, knowing that he was watching her every move in her aroused state. It was so embarrassing and yet so exciting. What was wrong with her?

With shaking hands, she filled up the glass flask with hydrochloric acid and the burette with sodium hydroxide. She added a few drops of the indicator into the acid, and put the flask with the clear liquid under the apparatus.

“What did you put in there?” asked Malcolm.

Annabelle snapped out of her fervent frenzy to finish the experiment and stared at Malcolm. “What?” she asked before her brain could fully process what he asked. “Oh! It’s an indicator, umm... The solution will turn pink when it’s neutralized.”

“Oh,” he replied nonchalantly, “You’re getting so hot that you desperately want to touch yourself.”

Annabelle squirmed as she carried on with the experiment. Her clothes felt so constricting. She just wanted to rip them off and frig herself in the middle of the classroom. She looked at Malcolm and saw that he was beaming at her.

“Oh my god,” she thought, “He can tell that I’m horny, can’t he?” She gave him a meek smile in return and turned her focus back to the experiment. The faster she could finish it, the sooner she could get out of there.

As she fought the heat burning through her body, Annabelle grabbed the flask with one shaky hand and the tap on the burette with another. She turned the valve and watched as the steady stream of drops of the clear base fell into the flask, her other hand swirled the flask. As the two liquids came into contact, they would explode into a bright pink swirl which would disappear as quickly as it came.

With every drop, every explosion of colour, Annabelle could feel her pussy twinge and ache with the need to be touched. But she couldn’t touch herself. Not yet at least. The experiment had to be finished and she was in the middle of class. But there seemed to be only two things in her life at that moment: the warmth in her body and the pink in the flask.

“Close the tap,” instructed a voice beside her.

“Oh my god!” she thought as she closed the tap, “I completely forgot Malcolm was here! This is so embarrassing!” She thought that and yet, she couldn’t help but enjoy the idea.

“It looks like your hands are needed elsewhere, so I’ll finish the experiment,” he said as he grabbed the flask and the valve, “But you need to sit on that stool.” He nodded his head towards the stool that he was previously sitting on.

Annabelle’s head was in too much of a stupor to fully understand what he was saying. “So what do you want me to do?” she said as she sat on the stool and squeezed her legs tight.

Malcolm rolled his eyes in annoyance, “You have no problems touching yourself in public, but you don’t want to draw attention to yourself.”

Annabelle thought about it. She didn’t have a problem with masturbating in front of people. Why would she? But getting caught was another thing. It could mean expulsion and she was old enough to be charged. “Well yeah,” she said, “But I don’t suppose you can tell me how?”

“Duh, you’re wearing an apron!”

The girl’s eyes opened wide. Of course! That would work! She snuck her hands under her apron and slowly unzipped her jeans as Malcolm carried on with the experiment. With every drop that landed in the flask, every explosion of colour that occurred, she grew more and more focused on her arousal.

With her eyes locked on the clear fluid, her hand finally came in contract with her clit. A shiver bolted through her body and a small yelp escaped her mouth. Her eyes widened as she realized she made a sound, but everyone else was too distracted with their own experiments to notice. A flash of pink caught her eye and she started to rub her tender pussy.

“When this neutralizes, you will orgasm,” said Malcolm, “And you will not make a sound. But the orgasm will not sate your arousal. You will still be incredibly horny, but the focus of your arousal will shift from Chemistry to my dick.”

Annabelle was too distracted to consciously listen to Malcolm, but she still heard what he said as she inserted her finger into her pussy, and the instructions took root in her mind.

“So how are we doing over here?” asked their teacher.

“Enough with the distractions!” thought the girl, her eyes still glued to the flask in Malcolm’s hand.

“Yea, we’re fine!” she heard Malcolm say.

“Annabelle? Are you okay?” asked her annoying teacher.

“I’m... ungh... fine!” replied the girl as her fingers worked their magic over her hot sex.

“Okay, just let me know if you need anything!” The teacher walked away and Annabelle was left to the distraction-free frigging she wanted, she craved. Malcolm smiled at her and kept up with the experiment. Drop after drop, she watched the pink explode and her lust increased. It was so hard to sit quietly when all she wanted to do was rip her clothes off and scream at the top of her lungs in pleasure, but she stayed, sitting on the stool with her hand forced down her jeans and playing with her hot womanhood.

Then finally, it happened. One last drop of the clear base fell into the flask and the entire solution turned a pale pink. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mind exploded in a cascade of emotions. She felt like she was on top of the world and she couldn’t come down and all because of a boring Chemistry experiment. But, like all good things, the feeling faded away and she was left still feeling horny and unsatisfied.

Annabelle looked over at Malcolm, who was just smiling at her, and then at the pink liquid that rocked her world. But somehow, it wasn’t as alluring. She couldn’t understand how a couple of minutes prior she orgasmed at the sight of it, but now she just saw something in a flask.

She looked around, determined to find something to sate her sexual appetite. Some of the other students were looking at her with weird expressions, but Malcolm was just standing there, smiling at her. Malcolm, with his unkempt brown hair and his... massive boner.

Her eyes dropped to the tent in his jeans and felt her breathing pick up again. That was it. That was what she needed. She licked her lips at the thought of his large, hard member and moved her hand back under her apron.

“That’s enough of that for now,” said Malcolm causing her to quickly pull her hand from her crotch, “Do your pants back up.”

Annabelle pouted but followed his orders. She watched as he jotted down the amount of base used in the experiment and couldn’t help but imagine what his cock would feel like throbbing inside of her.

“Tell me,” he said nonchalantly as he put the paper in his backpack, “What do you want to do now that we’re done?”

Annabelle looked down in shame and her face turned to a colour that matched her hair. “I want,” she started slowly, “I want... to fuck you.”

Malcolm laughed, “Well we can’t very well do that here. What do you think we should do?”

Annabelle shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe we could get out of here.”

Malcolm smiled and looked around the class as if looking for someone in particular. “Hey Jenny!” A petite blonde girl looked at him over all of their classmates. “Clean up our experiment when you’re done yours!” Jenny nodded and went back to cleaning out her flask in the sink.

Malcolm turned to Annabelle and grabbed her hand as he said, “Come on, let’s go.”

Despite her heat, Annabelle still felt like she needed to maintain appearances. “Where are we going? Shouldn’t we tell the teacher we’re leaving?” she asked as she was dragged out of the class by Malcolm.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied without turning around, “She won’t notice anything out of the ordinary.”

“Oh god, what are we doing?” she thought to herself, “Are we really going to fuck somewhere? Where’s he taking me?” They wound around a corner and she was horrified with where he went next.

“The bathroom? You can’t be serious!”

“What?” he asked as he locked the door and turned to face her, “You’ve never thought about doing it in a bathroom before?”

Annabelle shook her head vehemently. The thought disgusted her.

He just smiled and slowly approached her. With his hands on her shoulders, he said, “I thought you might enjoy it. After all, the thought of someone hearing you during sex really excites you.”

She hadn’t thought of that before, but she knew it to be true. There was just something so enticing about having someone listen to her orgasm. She squirmed just thinking about it.

“And I know that a bathroom is kind of crude, but I also know that you need to screw me right now and I considered trying to find an empty classroom, but they all tend to be locked when they’re not occupied. Besides, you never know when a teacher might just barge in. You still don’t want to be caught, do you?”

Annabelle shook her head, her red hair moved slightly even as the white flower remained immobile. She did need to fuck him, but she just wished it wasn’t so dirty.

“But if you want, we can wait until after school and go somewhere more private where it might be cleaner. I don’t think you can wait to enjoy my dick, but I certainly can.”

Annabelle looked away from Malcolm and thought about it. The cleanliness sounded nice, but she didn’t want it to be in private. She wanted the possibility of someone hearing. She needed someone to listen to it. The idea was just so hot. She shook her head slowly.

“That’s my girl,” he replied, “And don’t worry, by the time we’re screwing on the floor, you won’t even be thinking about hygiene.”

Annabelle smiled and looked back at him. She looked into his eyes which almost had a predatory gaze about them, and melted into his arms. They kissed for a few minutes as she ground her hips into his crotch.

“I can’t stand it anymore!” she yelled as she broke off the kiss. Annabelle dropped to her knees and fished out his massive erection. “Oh my god, that’s huge!” she exclaimed. She gazed at it for a few moments before lowering her mouth onto it. The idea of worshipping his cock thrilled her and she didn’t even wonder why she was being more vocal than usual.

She sucked his dick for several minutes and enjoyed every aspect of it. From the taste that normally repulsed her to the feeling of it hitting the back of her throat; it all mixed into a sensuous bliss.

Annabelle almost protested when he pulled it from her and stood her up. They kissed passionately and his hand roamed around her body, disrobing her as they went. Soon her bra joined the blouse and vest on the floor and she purred as he pawed on her rather impressive breasts. She wasn’t usually so keen on having her boobs manipulated like that, but he had said something about her tits being so sensitive and he was right!

The girl lost herself in the sensations and, before she knew it, she was sitting on the counter and he was lining his cock up with her dripping pussy. She gazed in awe at his delectable, amazing, long dick and shivered in delight as she felt him enter her. She let out a moan that was louder than usual and squirmed at the thought of somebody hearing as they passed by.

He picked up the pace, and she decided to encourage him, “Oh yeah, Malcolm! Oh, Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” He did just that and she just became louder in her cries. She squeezed her breasts, no... her tits, as he ploughed into her and let the sensations wash through her.

Without slowing his pace, Malcolm looked at her and smiled. “Cum for me,” he said. Annabelle’s eyes rolled back into her head as she experienced the best orgasm of her life, as well as the first of many that would overcome her that period.

As she came down from her high and they adjusted positions, a small grin appeared on her face. “This is so much better than silly erotic novels,” she thought to herself.