The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Malcolm walked towards the change rooms between the third and fourth periods, casually smelling the flower he had taken from Annabelle’s hair. That day had turned out to be one of the best that week. He especially loved the fun he had during Chemistry and, armed with Annabelle’s phone number, he was sure that his after-school activities would be extraordinary.

He couldn’t wait for the school day to be over, but he still had one more girl to see about. He shared fourth period Gym with Samantha and his memory from the day before was enough to lure him to the class.

Malcolm walked around the corner in the hallway and saw her standing there, waiting outside of the entrance to the boy’s locker room. He admired her form, from the curve of her ass under her fitted jeans to the swell of her breasts that were just barely covered by her leather jacket. Her natural red hair cascaded past her shoulders and to her lower back. It was true that the girls in the former popular clique were some of the hottest in the school, but girls like Sam and Annabelle definitely gave them a run for their money.

“Umm... Hey Sam,” stammered Malcolm as he walked towards her.

She turned and her face lit up at the sight of the boy. “Hey Malcolm!” she exclaimed as she walked over and hugged him.

Malcolm was a little thrown off by her behaviour. Even though he was still planning on having sex with her, he expected her to be a lot more meek and shy at first. He definitely didn’t expect to be on a hugging basis.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, “Why aren’t you getting changed for Gym?”

She released the embrace and smiled at him. “I wasn’t really planning on attending today. After all, Mr. Harrison hasn’t been doing attendance since Megan started whoring herself out and...” she paused and bashfully smiled towards the ground, “And my parents are out of town and aren’t supposed to be back until late tonight.”

“Oh...” replied Malcolm. He was a little disappointed that she wouldn’t be in Gym, but why was she telling... “Oh!” he exclaimed as the full intent of her smiling face registered in his mind.

“Do you want to join me?”

Malcolm was shocked. He had a hot girl, standing in front of him and asking to have sex with him, without the help of Master PC. He slowly nodded as he pondered the implications.

“Great!” she replied and started leading him through the hallways.

“Shit!” he thought as another realization dawned on him, “She’s going to expect the sex to be as good as yesterday! But that was mostly because the trigger of physical activity made her horny!”

“So, since we’re skipping Gym, do you think we should run to your place to get some exercise?” he asked, desperately trying to activate her trigger.

“Nope,” she replied, “I have my car.”

Shit.

Stacy Rathers was sitting on her bed, staring at her bulletin board. She had spent the past few hours adjusting all of her failsafe clues to point to Malcolm instead of Becky. She wasn’t even sure if she should believe the harlot, but the changes that had been happening seemed to be more what she would expect from the creep rather than the insecure Becca.

But even with everything prepared for a big confrontation, she had no idea what she was going to do. Other than the first period Math class, she didn’t know what his schedule was like, and she really didn’t want to confront him in front of Becky. She briefly thought about getting Alison to help her since she didn’t seem to be a slave to her desires, but quickly discarded the idea because she had already been affected.

With nothing left to do around her room, Stacy was just left with her thoughts. “Maybe I can go to his house and confront him there,” she thought, “I’m pretty sure he lives on Prior Road... Wait, why do I know that?” Despite the fear that comes from approaching the dragon’s den, she knew that it would be her only chance to confront him.

She looked at her clock and set in motion her plans for the rest of the afternoon. “It’s 2:45, so maybe I can make it to his place before he does and snoop around a bit,” she thought as she grabbed her keys and went out to her car. “I just hope I’m not making a huge mistake.”

Sam couldn’t understand what was going on. It had only been the day prior that the guy, who was on top of her and sloppily kissing and groping her, rocked her world in the locker room. How had everything changed so much in a period of twenty-four hours? The guy had gone from Casanova to Quasimodo and she somehow knew that the sex couldn’t be the same.

Even his looks had changed, or at least her reaction to him had. He looked so delicious the other day that, at first glance, she knew she had to have him. But at that moment his slightly greasy hair and piss-poor make out skills almost repulsed her. Not to mention whenever their lips separated, he grinned at her in a way that one would expect a serial killer to smile at his next victim. It was just creepy!

Sam felt his hand approach her belt buckle and knew it was time to call it off. She broke off the kiss and pulled away from him. “I’m sorry, Malcolm,” she said as she pushed his hand away from her crotch, “It’s just not working today.”

“Oh,” he replied as he moved away from her, letting her sit up.

They sat on the edge of her bed with an excruciatingly uncomfortable silence lingering around them. He was the one to try and break the tension, “What’s wrong? Was it something I did?”

“No, it’s just... You should go.”

“Oh,” he said again, this time almost more dejected than the first. He rose from her bed and started walking to the door to her room when he suddenly stopped.

Sam rolled her eyes. “I hope he doesn’t ask again for an explanation,” she thought.

“I didn’t know you were into soccer,” he said pointing at a soccer ball resting amongst a bunch of trophies on her shelf. Sam wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard a hint of deviousness in his voice.

“Uh... yeah,” she responded, “For as long as I can remember.”

“So you must be pretty good!”

“Yeah, I’m not bad, I guess.” Why wouldn’t he just leave?

“Care to show me how good you are? How about a little one-on-one?” he said as he grabbed the ball off the shelf and tossed it from hand to hand.

Sam rolled her eyes again. “This guy is unbelievable!” she thought.

“I’m not really in the mood, Malcolm. You should probably just go.”

“Oh come on! I’m not leaving until you show me. Let’s go to the little park across the street.”

“He’s really serious, isn’t he?” thought Sam, “I knew I shouldn’t have brought him here.”

“Fine,” she said as she rose from the bed and snatched the ball from him, “But you’ve got to leave as soon as I beat you.”

He laughed and followed her out of the room, “Fine.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. If you still want me to leave, I’ll leave.”

Stacy pulled up in front of Malcolm’s house and took a look around. It didn’t look like the neighbourhood of a boy who had the ability to change reality. She looked at the address that she had written in her notebook, but even without checking, she knew it was his house. She didn’t know how she knew it. As far as she was concerned, she had never been to his house before, or even associated Malcolm with that place, but her gut told her she was at the right place.

Stacy got out of her car and proceeded to walk around the neighbourhood. It was a simple, lower-middle class street. There wasn’t anything extravagant that stood out like a sore thumb.

“If a guy has the power to manipulate people like the girls were, why wouldn’t he have done anything around home?” Stacy thought. She was beginning to doubt that Malcolm was the perpetrator behind the whole thing.

She walked back to his house and took a closer look at it, but again, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She was about to go back to her car and think things through when she noticed some movement inside.

“Is he already home?” she asked herself. With trepidation, Stacy walked up the steps to Malcolm’s front door and hovered her finger over the doorbell. “This is it, if I ring this and he’s home, there’s no going back. She stood there, frozen in fear and anxiety, for what seemed like an eternity, before she willed herself to put a little weight behind her finger and press the button.

Like everything else on the block, the ring wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but somehow the sound made her want to run away like a deer startled by a gunshot. Yet despite every inch of her body telling her to leave, she stood her ground.

Shaking, yet determined, she stood there until the door opened and revealed the exact opposite of what she would have expected. In the doorway was a large and gruff looking man sporting an apron over his slight beer belly. With a feather duster clutched in his massive right hand, he looked like a lumberjack who was trying to get a feature in Homemakers Magazine.

“Oh, hey!” he said to her as if they were old friends.

Stacy wasn’t sure how to react to the sight in front of her, but still managed to mumble a greeting of some sorts.

“Malcolm’s not in right now, he’s not due back from school for another forty-five minutes or so,” continued the man.

“Oh,” she replied. There was just so much to process that she didn’t know how to respond. One thing was for sure, it was definitely Malcolm’s house. She assumed that the man in front of her was his dad, but she couldn’t figure out why he knew her or how he connected her to Malcolm. Unless...

“Yeah, you remember me from earlier in the week, right?” she asked. Maybe they had met before she had her memory erased.

“Of course!” guffawed the man, “I don’t mean to be crude, but you’d be hard pressed to find a guy that wouldn’t remember you.”

“Oh... thanks,” she replied quietly as a blush spread across her face. How did a guy like this end up with a creep of a son like Malcolm?

“I can tell him you stopped by, if you like, unless you want to wait inside. I’m a little busy cooking and cleaning though, so I won’t be much for entertainment.”

“Actually, that’d be great,” replied Stacy, seizing the opportunity to check out Malcolm’s home and maybe question his dad a little. “What are you cooking? Maybe I can help!” With a smile, she stepped into the house and shut the door behind her.

“I have to admit,” thought Sam as she kicked the ball past Malcolm, “It feels good to be out here playing soccer.” The two of them hadn’t been out for long, but it was a nice feeling to kick a ball around in the afternoon sun. She could feel herself flushing again, heating up due to the warm air, but like every other time in the days prior, the heat she was feeling seemed to be different.

They had designated two trees to be the “posts” for a net and Malcolm was acting as a goal tender. She smirked at him as she thought about how easy it had been to get the ball past him. It was obvious that he had no idea what he was doing as a keeper.

Ignoring the distinctive feeling between her legs, Sam pushed the ball forward with her foot and started dribbling it closer to the makeshift net. She watched her opponent move along the net, following her direction, and quickly launched the ball to the other side. Malcolm jumped for the ball, but could only brush it with his fingers. The ball bounced off the tree and volleyed through the goal.

“Oh, nice one, Sam!” said Malcolm. Samantha couldn’t place it, but something he said made her snap to attention. She listened intently as he ran after the ball yelling, “I almost had that one though!”

Her eyes stopped wandering around the park and she focused on Malcolm. She didn’t understand why, but suddenly she found him very attractive and the heat that had been building up in her for the last couple of minutes directed her towards him. Towards his being. Towards his thick, long dick.

“What’s wrong with me?” Sam thought to herself. She closed her eyes and shook her head to disperse the overwhelming emotions coursing through her. “Why can’t my body just make up its mind?!?”

“Sam!” she heard him yell. She opened her eyes again just in time to see the ball come hurtling directly towards her face, but it wasn’t early enough to move away. With a smack she was knocked onto her butt and had a stinging sensation on the side of her face.

She sat with her hand clutched against her face as she watched Malcolm run over. Her mind should have been focusing on the ache coming from the side of her head, but all she could think of at the moment was the god-like boy in front of her. “I have to have him,” she thought and she stood back up.

Malcolm put his hand on her shoulder when he finally got over to her. “Are you alright?” he asked frantically.

Sam smiled. The pain from the hit was the farthest thing from her mind. “Never better,” she said as melted into him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“No,” he said, “You were hit so hard that it literally knocked you off your feet. You could have a concussion! Are you sure that you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied with a smile and a voice of honey, “But I think it’s sweet that you’re so concerned. Would it put your mind at ease if we went inside and you checked me out yourself?”

“No!” he replied, “I know what you’re thinking, but I really think you should sit down!’”

Sam was growing annoyed. All she wanted to do was rip his clothes off and mount him, but her was more worried about a minor slap in the face. “Damnit, Malcolm! I’m fine!” she yelled in frustration, “Really! It’s not the first time I’ve taken a ball to the head and it won’t be the last! Now, you better get inside before I start unzipping your jeans out here!”

Malcolm turned his attention from the side of her face, which still had a noticeably red spot, to her beautiful eyes and saw the look of lust that filled them. In front of him was a red-hot redhead, ready to fuck him wildly, and all he could think about was making sure that she wasn’t injured.

“Maybe there’s more to life than just screwing hot chicks,” Malcolm thought. He felt some pressure at his crotch and looked down to see her rubbing the freshly created tent in his pants. “Ah, fuck it,” he thought and he pulled the girl into him and kissed her before they scurried inside, leaving the soccer ball behind.

The front door had hardly closed before her shirt was off and they were making out again, but with more heated passion that the time before. The two awkwardly danced to the couch as they stripped clothes off of one another. Her bra had hardly hit the floor before Malcolm started playing with her pert breasts. One hand played with her stiff pink nipple while his mouth left a trail of kisses to her heaving chest.

“Oh my god,” she said as he suckled on her ample tit, “I don’t know how you do this, but my body is on fire!” They collapsed onto the couch and removed their pants with expert precision. Malcolm lined his cock up with her sopping wet pussy and slowly slid between the awaiting lips.

She moaned in pleasure as he stretched her to the limit and started to retract. “Oh yeah,” she said as he started entering her again. Malcolm picked up his pace and she grew progressively louder. With each thrust, her body seemed to shake with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck!” Sam yelled, “This feels too good! Fuck me with your big cock!”

Malcolm grinned as he watched the sexy fox writhe underneath him and he pumped into her tight pussy. Her hands caressed her squirming upper body while her hips matched his thrusts as if they were possessed by some primal force. He watched as her mouth opened wide and the rest of her body froze, before a long, satisfied scream emanated from her.

She shook in the throes of orgasm, but managed to mutter, “Don’t stop... keep going,” as if having him fill her pussy was her dying wish. Malcolm maintained his pace as she tightened around his thick cock and he chuckled as he recalled that she tried to kick him out only half an hour before.

He kept her in a state of orgasmic bliss for another couple minutes, but the pleasure from her grasping pussy was entirely too satisfying. He pulled out and shot his load all over her taut stomach. He watched as she shivered in the after burn of her bliss. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked at him with a dreamy smile and a far-off gaze.

“Sorry, babe,” he said as he gave her a kiss, “I’d love to stay, but I have some things to see to.” The boy put on his clothes and walked out the door, leaving her lying on the couch with a goofy grin across her face.

As Malcolm walked to the bus stop, he pulled out his phone and dialed Alison’s number. “Now it’s time for Annabelle to meet my favourite pet,” he thought while the phone rang, “I wonder what a threesome is like.”