The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Mmm... that smells great. What is it?” asked Stacy as she kicked off her shoes and followed Malcolm’s dad towards the kitchen. She glanced around the house and noticed it was rather average. No big-screen TVs or golden couches. No female servants or French maids. There wasn’t anything she’d expect Malcolm to furnish his house with if he had the power she suspected him to have.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have trusted Becky,” she thought as she looked around the living room. “Maybe I’m way off base.”

“Oh, it’s just a stew I make,” replied Jack as Stacy entered the kitchen, “I don’t get to cook too often, so I like making large batches and freezing some. That way it’s easy to have something good in a pinch!”

“Well, it smells great!” she said as she finished examining her surroundings and focused her attention on the conversation at hand.

“Thanks,” he replied as he peeked into the large pot sitting on the stove. He pointed at the table behind him, “Have a seat,” he said.

Stacy hadn’t even made it into the chair when he suddenly turned around and exclaimed, “Fuck, where are my manners?!? Do you want anything to drink? We have milk, water or orange juice if you like.”

Stacy simply smiled, “No, I’m quite alright for now.” She chuckled at how he was trying to keep his composure.

“Okay, well I have to finish dusting in the other room, so feel free to help yourself if you want anything,” he said as he left the kitchen, waving his feather duster at the fridge and the cabinets.

“Actually, I might take you up on that orange juice,” added Stacy, trying to keep a conversation going so she could find out as much as possible about Malcolm. Anything that she could use against him would be helpful, as long as he actually was the one responsible. “Where do you keep the glasses?”

“In the top cupboard!” he called out from the other room.

Stacy chuckled as she looked around the kitchen and counted five ‘top cupboards’. “Which one?” she called back.

She watched in amusement as the large man hustled back into the kitchen. “I’m sorry,” Jack said, “I’m usually a much better host, but I don’t often have a day off, and I don’t like cleaning when Malcolm’s home.” He opened one of the cupboards and pulled out a tall glass. He handed it to her and then produced a large jug of orange juice from the fridge. “But it’s one of the chores I picked up after Laura passed and someone’s got to do it,” he continued as he poured the juice into her glass.

“Was Laura your...?”

“Wife,” he said with a hint of pain in his voice, “She passed when Malcolm was really young and I’ve been trying to keep up both of our roles ever since.”

“No proper female influence could explain why Malcolm’s such a creep to women!” thought Stacy as she took a sip of the juice, “But it still doesn’t justify what he’s doing to my friends.”

She looked back at the man who was shifting uncomfortably in front of her and realized that she must have left a silence in the conversation. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” she said sympathetically, “If it’s any consolation, it looks to me like you’re doing a great job!”

Jack looked at the ground and chuckled meekly, “It’s okay, I just worry about Malcolm sometimes.” He looked back at her and beamed, “But then, when I see that he has girls like you and Alison calling on him, I figure he can’t be doing too badly.” Jack laughed and headed back into the other room to finish cleaning.

“Wait,” said Stacy as she registered what he just said, “Alison comes over?”

“Oh yeah,” replied Jack, “All the time, sometimes they spend hours hanging out in his room. I don’t really know what they do up there though.” Stacy couldn’t believe what she heard, although it fit perfectly with her theory. Malcolm had to be the one behind everything.

“Although, I’m not naive enough to think that it’s all just innocent fun,” added Jack as he peaked around the corner and winked at her. His expression quickly fell as he saw the look on her face, which was less than amused. “Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” he said sheepishly, “I’m sure they just study or something.”

Stacy looked at him and gave him her best fake smile, “Oh no, don’t worry about it,” she replied in a voice that could melt butter, “It’s fine. Say, where is his bedroom? Maybe I can surprise him when he gets home.”

Jack’s face lifted and he smiled, “It’s all the way upstairs. It’s actually the attic, but I guess he likes it. Just go to the second floor and you should see the stairs right away.”

“Ok! Thanks! It was nice talking to you!” said Stacy as she left her cup on the counter and hastily made her way to the top of the house.

Stacy ascended the stairs and nervously held her breath as she entered Malcolm’s room, but the sight that she was greeted with wasn’t the lair of an evil mastermind that she had expected. In fact, she thought it was pretty ordinary.

There weren’t any test tubes holding strange liquids and there wasn’t any machinery hooked up with blinking lights and laser beams, it was pretty run-of-the-mill and anticlimactic. Sure, it wasn’t like any of the bedrooms she pictured a teenage boy having, it was actually filled with geeky paraphernalia and action figures, but there wasn’t anything pointing out that he was the one behind it all.

“What did you expect, Stacy,” she thought to herself through the voice of reason, “This isn’t some kind of movie, this is the real world. A middle-class high school student can’t possibly build a device to change other people, even if such a thing could exist!”

“But then how are all those things happening around the school?” Despite logic and self doubt, she was positive that Malcolm was behind it all.

Stacy began searching his room. Starting with his bookshelves, she checked every drawer and possible hiding spot for something. The girl wasn’t sure what she was looking for: a book of magic, a ray gun, maybe even some strange jewellery. She was just looking for anything that would stand out, anything that could explain what was going on.

When her search came up without a clue, Stacy sat on the bed and let out a disheartened sigh. She was so sure it was him orchestrating everything, but she couldn’t find any physical evidence to prove it.

“What if,” she thought as a brilliant idea popped into her head, “It’s because there isn’t anything physical?” Her blue-eyes locked onto the computer sitting unceremoniously on his desk, “Most people keep records on their computers anyways. Maybe he has some kind of a timeline or plan of attack saved on there.”

She stood from the bed and crept towards the computer. An out-stretched finger slowly moved towards the power button. “He’s such a geek,” she thought, trying to assure herself, “If he kept a record of anything it’d be in his computer.”

She pressed the power and, with a whir and a beep, the computer came to life. Stacy sat down in the desk chair and waited impatiently as the computer booted up.

She heard the front door shut downstairs and literally jumped out of her seat. “Hey Dad!” she heard Malcolm yell before the resounding sound of footsteps started up the stairs. Stacy quickly shut off the monitor and anxiously waited for Malcolm to enter his room. There were so many things she wanted to say to him, and what better way to do it than when he was caught off guard?

But her great plan of attack went out the window as soon as she heard a giggle in the hallway below. A female giggle.

“Shit, he has someone with him!” Stacy thought and she ducked into Malcolm’s closet and shut the door. She wouldn’t need any physical evidence if she could catch him red-handed and so she peered through the decorative blinds that were carved into the closet doors and waited.

Minutes earlier…

Alison pulled up in front of Malcolm’s house with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Her whole world had turned upside down in the past week and she still wasn’t sure what to make of it all. On one hand, she loved the idea of Malcolm’s power, or more appropriately, she loved the idea that he could change her passions, her desires and essentially morph her into whatever he wished. The concept of giving up complete control was a kink that she never knew she had, but it was a thrill like no other. She was his toy, his plaything, his slut, and she loved it.

On the other hand, that kind of power was way too much for anyone to possess, let alone a teenage boy with a definite misconception about women. She knew that he could screw up their world with the click of a button and there was nothing that could be done to stop him. The idea scared her to no end, but at the same time, it turned her on immensely.

She looked out her car window and saw Malcolm walking down the street towards his house. An excited chill swept through her body at the mere sight of him. Her breathing picked up its pace and she thought back to his phone call. He told her that he had a surprise and that she should meet him at his house. That was it. No hint of the surprise at all. He just left her with the idea and she was left to her own thoughts for fifteen minutes.

Her hand slowly migrated to the hem of her skirt as she thought about what he could possibly surprise her with. Disappointedly, she knew that he probably wasn’t going to change her anymore. In fact, Malcolm hadn’t even done anything to her since that first night he changed her. The night he made her his slut.

Alison rubbed the inside of her thigh and smiled as she recalled the night that could only be described as the best of her life. Ever since Tuesday, the majority of her shirts didn’t fit, but the ones that did, displayed her assets deliciously. All of her jeans were too short and she knew that he had to have made her taller. The world just seemed that much shorter.

But Alison didn’t mind, the weather was nice enough to wear skirts constantly. “And they provide easy access,” she thought as her hand rubbed against her underwear.

Alison looked down at her not-so-idle hand and giggled. “Wow,” she said as she retracted her hand and fixed her skirt, “I am a slut!” She smiled, threw her door open and stepped out. “Hey! Malcolm!”

Malcolm turned around and saw the raven haired beauty hastily walking towards him. “Hey, slut,” said the boy as she reached talking distance.

A thrill ran through the already horny girl and she leapt towards him. They embraced and kissed momentarily until Malcolm made the suggestion to go inside. Alison just smiled and nodded.

“Hey Dad!” called Malcolm as they got inside. Alison was hit by a delicious aroma, but was quickly shepherded up the stairs before Malcolm’s father could even reply.

“What smells so good?” asked Alison.

“It’s my Dad’s stew,” replied Malcolm, “He likes to cook on his days off and it’s really good.” He stopped her on the second floor and pulled her towards him, “But I have to say, it doesn’t smell nearly as delicious as you do. Is that a new perfume?”

Alison giggled as he kissed her neck, “No, but it’s new for you. It’s just something vanilla-y that I’ve had for a while. Like it?” She emphasized her question with a gentle hand on his crotch.

“I love it, now get to my room!” he said and he slapped her ass. Alison gasped in a combination of pain, pleasure and arousal. She made her way up the wooden staircase to Malcolm’s room and looked around the place where her life had been turned upside-down and smiled at the memory.

“Are you excited for your surprise, slut?” he asked as he groped her from behind and grabbed her firm tits.

Alison melted into his arms and nodded gently.

“Did you have fun last night?”

Again, Alison was powerless except to bite her lip and nod.

“Did Becky and Taylor teach you anything?” he asked before kissing her neck.

This time a moan escaped her, but she still just nodded.

“Good, because you’ll need it for tonight!” he said. “Do you have any idea what my surprise is?”

Alison shook her head and continued to enjoy the pleasure she derived from his exploring hands. It was amazing how good he could make her feel even through layers of clothing. However, her satisfaction was cut short when the doorbell rang and Malcolm promptly pulled away from her.

“That’s probably your surprise!” announced Malcolm as he started to leave the room, “Sit on the bed and wait for me like a good slut.” As usual, the word sent tingles through her body and she rushed to the bed. With no hesitation, Alison’s right hand dove under her skirt as her left began kneading her sensitive tits. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she basked in the overwhelming pleasure.

“Psst, Alison!”

Startled, Alison’s eyes darted towards the closet and she nearly yelled out in alarm when she saw that she wasn’t alone. “Stacy! What are you doing here?” she whispered frantically as she pulled down the hem of her skirt.

“I came here to confront that creep, but now I’m just going to get you out of here!” replied Stacy as she left the closet and grabbed her friend’s hand. She pulled in hopes that Alison would follow, but the girl wouldn’t budge.

“You can’t!” replied Alison, “Or at least I can’t... Even if I wanted to leave, he instructed me to wait for him on the bed, so I have to.” Alison watched her friend’s face fall in horror and Stacy let go of her hand. “And think about it, where’s there to go? There are no windows, the only way out is past Malcolm.”

The blonde looked around the room desperately for an escape route, but was interrupted by the sound of someone on the second floor. “You can’t tell him that I’m here!” she said as she disappeared back into the closet.

Alison was torn. Since he was her everything, she desperately wanted to tell Malcolm about the intruder, but betraying her best friend like that was something that she felt she shouldn’t even consider.

“Are you ready for your surprise?”

Alison turned her attention back to the room’s entrance and saw Malcolm standing there with a fiendish grin. Wide-eyed, she nodded at him without fully registering what he said.

“Good.” Malcolm looked down the stairs behind him and nodded. Alison watched as a girl she recognized, but did not know, entered the room. She had impossibly red hair, pale skin and a buxom body that belonged in a ‘50’s pinup. She was hot and Alison could feel her body react accordingly, but she couldn’t let Stacy know about the kinds of control he had over her. Stacy didn’t even know that she was into girls. What would she think if she found out?

“Well? What do you think?” he asked as if he had given her a car for her birthday.

Alison snapped out of her thoughts and looked back at Malcolm. “Sorry,” she said, “Yeah, she’s hot, but...” She couldn’t have sex in front of Stacy. It was one thing to have sex with Becky and Taylor since they had already been affected, but Stacy was still a virgin to Malcolm’s powers. Well, for the most part.

“But what?” asked Malcolm, “Don’t you want to ravish her?”

The redhead looked at Malcolm and spoke up, “Sorry, but I thought it was just going to be us. I’m not really into girls.” She played with the sleeve of his shirt and leaned forward as she added, “Though I wouldn’t be against her watching.”

Malcolm smiled. He looked her in the eyes and said, “But Alison is incredibly hot!”

Annabelle looked at Alison and blushed before responding, “Well, sure, but she’s missing some equipment.”

Malcolm laughed. “A tongue is just as good as a cock,” he said and grinned at her.

Annabelle looked puzzled, “Yeah, I know. I mean…” She stammered and looked at Alison again. Her cheeks started matching her hair. “I mean, I’ve never tried it, but I’m sure it’s true. I’ve just never been with a girl before. I’m strictly into guys.” She smiled and groped his chest playfully, “Although having her watch would be incredibly hot.”

Malcolm just smiled and said, “You’re into girls. You think they’re hot. You think they’re incredibly sexy. The thought of being with a girl turns you on as much as our experiment did earlier.”

The girl’s eyes widened and she turned her gaze towards Alison again. Her breathing quickened and she bit her lip. If Alison had been paying any attention, she would have recognized the girl’s reaction as pure lust, a feeling that she had grown used to in the days passed, but her mind was still preoccupied.

“How much fun is that, hey?” asked Malcolm as he turned back to the raven-haired girl. “Tell me, I think she’s amazing as is, but do you want anything changed?” Alison could hear Malcolm talking, but she didn’t respond. She was too busy thinking through her options. “Uh, Earth to Alison! Are you there? What’s wrong?”

Alison shook herself from her thoughts and looked back to Malcolm who was waving his arms at her. “Shit! He knows something’s up! Now I have to tell him something,” Alison thought. She glanced at the closet and made up her mind.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “It’s just... I don’t know her. I don’t even know her name! And I guess I’m just a little nervous.” Alison blushed. Her usually alabaster cheeks became rosy and anyone watching would assume it was because she was embarrassed. But she wasn’t embarrassed. She just lied to Malcolm. The notion was practically inconceivable, but she did it and she was so ashamed of herself.

Malcolm laughed. “Is that all? Well, if it helps at all, her name’s Annabelle. But let’s get you over that shy hurdle of yours... for now at least.” He sat down at his computer and turned on the monitor, “I’m going to relieve you of all of your preoccupations so you can truly enjoy my gift.”

Alison still wasn’t listening to him. She had just lied to the one person that meant anything to her. The person who meant everything to her. How could she do that? As much as it would suck to rat out Stacy, what she was feeling at the moment was far worse. She looked back at the closet and thought, “I’m so sorry, Stacy.” She hoped her friend would understand.

The girl looked back at Malcolm, who was typing at his computer. “Malcolm...” she said.

He finished typing and pressed enter before he looked at her, “Yeah? What is it?”

Alison was confused. She knew there was something she wanted to tell him, but she couldn’t remember what. It had seemed so dire just seconds before, but at that moment she couldn’t feel more carefree and happy.

Whatever it was, she decided it could wait. She looked at the hot girl with dyed red hair and smiled. “Let’s have some fun! Make her come sit next to me,” she said. One hand patted the bed next to her as the other snaked its way up her abdomen to her pert breasts.

Annabelle didn’t need to be directed. Her eyes hadn’t left Alison since Malcolm turned her bi and she pranced over the second it was mentioned. Malcolm laughed, “I’m not sure that I need to. But if it helps: Annabelle, everything that Alison says is true too, and you should obey her every command.”

Alison giggled and stroked the girl’s vibrant hair. “That should make things interesting,” she said, “Am I allowed to have some fun with her?”

“Do whatever you’d like,” said Malcolm as he leaned back and enjoyed the view.

Alison kissed Annabelle’s full lips and snaked a hand along the girl’s clothed body. She stroked every curve and every tender spot.

“Stand in front of me,” she said as she broke out of the embrace.

Without removing her eyes from the object of her desire, Annabelle rose from the bed and turned to face her. Alison looked the girl up and down and admired the rockabilly look that her jean vest and black jeans portrayed. The clothes did everything to accentuate her voluptuous figure.

“Have you already changed her body?” Alison asked Malcolm even as she kept watch on her plaything.

“Not yet,” replied Malcolm with a chuckle, “I thought she looked pretty hot as is. Why? Do you see anything you’d like to change?”

“Change?” asked Annabelle in a daze. Her eyes were still focused on Alison and it was obvious she wasn’t picking up every bit of the conversation.

Alison’s head finally turned and looked at him, “Well, not if you don’t want me too.”

“Go for it. Show me what you can come up with.”

She smiled and looked back at the redhead as she stood from the bed. She circled around her like a vulture and bent over to whisper in her ear. “Strip,” she said. Annabelle’s hands instantly flew to her vest with a voracious need and started to remove the already unbuttoned vest, but Alison’s hands restricted them.

“No,” she whispered, “Slowly. There’s a soft, sensuous song filling this room and you are going to strip to it.” Alison licked at Annabelle’s ear and smiled as the girl shuddered in lust. She walked over to Malcolm and sat on his lap as they prepared to enjoy the show.

With her eyes closed and her head slightly draped to the side, Annabelle’s hips began moving to a phantom beat. Her hands moved slowly, yet methodically, and began unfastening the buttons on her blouse in rhythm with her hips. It wasn’t long before her blouse was completely open and her lacy, black bra could just be seen between the two sides of the shirt.

Without removing her tops, Annabelle’s hands made their way to her jeans and hung in her belt loops as she turned around to the beat of the song. With her back facing her audience, she unfastened her jeans and made a show as she bent over to remove them, giving the voyeurs a glimpse of her matching black panties.

Her legs stepped out of the pants with a rhythmic grace and she struck a pose before flinging off her tops at what must have been the climax of the song. She kept dancing to the imaginary rhythm even as her hands worked at the clasp on the back of her bra and she dropped it to the floor.

Her hands were about to remove her panties, but she was snapped out of her hypnotic daze when Alison told her to stop. Annabelle’s eyes opened and darted towards the smiling couple, but her hips kept moving.

Alison laughed and stood up. “The music has ended,” she said and she moved behind Annabelle. She snaked her hands under the girl’s arms and gently grazed her tight stomach as she went for her breasts. She grabbed Annabelle’s boobs and started to massage gently as she kissed her neck. Annabelle’s head fell back and she let out a soft moan.

“Malcolm,” said Alison as she lifted her head from the girl’s neck, “You’re right, she’s pretty hot as is, but I think she could do with some bigger tits.”

Malcolm sat up in his chair, “You don’t think they’re good as is?”

“Well, yeah, but I think one extra cup size would do.”

Malcolm smiled and turned to his computer. “Alright,” he said as he began typing.

“And give her a tighter ass and legs while you’re at it,” she said before she started nibbling at Annabelle’s ear. The room was filled with the sounds of Annabelle moaning and Malcolm typing before Alison felt anything change. She squeezed as she felt the mounds under her hands grow in size. Alison finished her ministrations by gently pinching Annabelle’s erect nipples and then walked back around to look at the beauty.

“There,” she said, “Now she looks amazing.”

Annabelle looked down at her boobs in amazement and hesitantly weighed them with her hands. “But, how?” she asked without looking away.

“How we did it doesn’t matter,” said Malcolm, “All that matters is that we did. Do you like it?”

“Well, yeah,” replied Annabelle, “I look... amazing.” She grabbed her new endowments and smiled at Malcolm and Alison.

Alison laughed, “I’m glad you think so.” She walked over to Annabelle and gently pushed her onto the bed. “Now it’s time for us to mess around,” she said as she joined the girl on the bed. The two of them kissed, but Alison broke it off to say to Malcolm, “Feel free to join whenever.”

She kissed Annabelle again and sent her hands to explore the girl’s naked body. The previous night with Becky had been enough to teach her some nice new tricks, and Annabelle provided her with the perfect opportunity to showcase her new talents.

It wasn’t long before Alison was naked too and her face was buried in the other girl’s wet mound. She could feel a hand on her head, pushing her to continue, and she looked up to see Annabelle’s other hand exploring her new assets. The look on her face was enough to tell Alison that she was enjoying it, but she hadn’t made a sound since they started.

She felt a hand on her bare ass and she spread her legs slightly to prepare for Malcolm. A soft moan escaped her lips, but was muffled by Annabelle’s wet pussy, as she felt his large dick enter her womanhood. A woman’s tongue certainly knew how to please, but she knew there was nothing better than the feeling of a dick penetrating her pussy. Especially Malcolm’s.

She moaned again as his shaft filled her and Annabelle must have appreciated the extra vibration because she finally let out a soft whimper and she pushed her hips towards Alison’s active tongue. Alison kept up the oral assault even as Malcolm withdrew and started to work up a rhythm. But her body started to lose itself in a world of sensual bliss and her mouth was too occupied moaning that she couldn’t eat out her toy anymore.

Without realizing it, she was repositioned with Annabelle underneath her in a sixty-nine position, playing with her clit while Malcolm continued to drill into her. The dual pleasure of a tongue on her clit and a think cock in her pussy was enough to remove her from reality.

Her mind lost all sense of time when he finally struck oil and she experienced a mind-numbing orgasm. A lustful scream filled the room, but that didn’t stop the other two from their activities.

Alison finally came to when Malcolm decided that it was Annabelle’s turn. She smiled in post-orgasmic bliss and made a mental note to thank him for the surprise.

Stacy couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. Alison, her best friend, was having wild sex with the school creep and some punk girl, even while she knew that Stacy was watching! It didn’t seem like the type of thing that Alison would do!

Even after her changes, she never seemed overly outward about her sex life. It was something that Stacy would expect from Becky or Megan, but not Alison. She was even afraid to just talk about sex, let alone knowingly exhibit her sexual life.

“Unless she doesn’t actually remember I’m here!” thought Stacy as she looked at the computer through the slits in the closet door. She had seen enough in the ten minutes prior to know that Malcolm was the engineer and that his computer was his tool. She even witnessed Annabelle’s boobs grow right in front of her. Stacy stared at the computer, hoping to get a glance of how he was manipulating everything, but the monitor was angled in such a way that she couldn’t see anything from the closet.

One of the girls moaned particularly loudly and Stacy rolled her eyes. “They’re so loud,” she thought, “How could Jack not know what was going on up here?” Stacy turned her attention back to the computer and tried to move a little to help her line of sight. She leaned towards the far end of the door, but a sudden loss of balance made her grasp on to something to stop her from falling. Anything.

She grabbed a shelf in the closet, but brushed up against a hockey stick causing it to tip over and hit the wall on the other side. The girl closed her eyes at the resulting clank and waited to be found. She imagined them stopping, mid-coitus, and finding her curled up in the closet, only to make her their next toy thing. A million possibilities flashed through her mind, all of them ending with her knee-deep in cum and Malcolm grinning at her like a madman.

But none of it happened.

She opened her eyes after what seemed like an eternity and realized that they were still having sex. Surprised, she steadied herself and looked back through the door. They were continuing on like nothing happened. It didn’t even faze them!

“They’re so loud, it would take a marching band to interrupt them!” she thought with glee. She looked back at the computer and was struck with an idea. Slowly, carefully, quietly she opened the door. At first it was just a crack, but since they were facing away from her, Stacy grew more confident and opened the door more. She stood in the shadows of the closet until the door was open enough to fit through.

Stacy peaked out of the opening and took a deep breath. She slipped out of the closet and crept across the room to Malcolm’s computer, watching hesitantly with every step. Each foot was placed carefully so as not to slip or disturb the hardwood floor, but Stacy knew that she had to make it across quickly before anyone looked up and took notice of her presence.

Step by agonizing step, she made her way across the room.

After walking the longest three meters of her life, Stacy was finally in front of the computer and what was on the screen shocked her. There was a 3D render of Annabelle in all her naked glory with a look of utmost pleasure across her face. It looked like a perverted version of The Sims! There were sliders and input boxes all around the rest of the screen and it looked as if those were what Malcolm used to control her.

Stacy grabbed the mouse and tried to navigate through the program. She looked for a way to switch the selected person, either to find a way to free Alison or to control Malcolm, but the combination of her nerves, anxiety and her general distaste of non-practical computer programs left her without a clue.

“Screw it,” she thought, “There’s more than one way to skin a cat! Let’s see if this still works while the computer’s off!” Opting to go the more direct route, the blonde ducked under the computer desk and grabbed the power cord. With a fierce yank and a deafening clatter, she pulled the cord out of both the computer and the socket.

Stacy smiled to herself as she heard the fans shut off in the computer and she looked at the cord in triumph. She was about to congratulate herself, but was interrupted by the deafening silence in the room. Realizing that her drastic actions had actually managed to interrupt the trio from their orgy, she cursed to herself and slowly peeked her head above the desk.

In the darkness she saw three sets of eyes on her. “Well,” she thought, “I guess now’s as good a time as any to confront him.” Even though she was frightened, Stacy put on a smug face, one that she had practiced often, and showed him the cord in her hand.

“Fuck,” said Malcolm.

“Stacy!” cried Alison, “What the hell are you doing here?!?”

Moments earlier...

Malcolm was enjoying the experience of his very first threesome. He had passed the point of thanking Master PC for its godly powers and was busy reaping the benefits. All he could concentrate on was the red-headed beauty whom he was thrusting into and the raven-haired hottie who was masturbating while watching.

Words of encouragement bombarded him from both sides. Annabelle would yell, “Fuck me!!!” through clenched teeth while Alison egged him on with lust-filled remarks. He felt like a king being worshipped by two maidens; two impossibly hot maidens.

Even though he wanted her to have the same fate as some of her friends, Stacy Rathers was one of the farthest things from his mind. All he could think about, all her wanted to think about, were the two vixens in front of him. That is, until he heard a clatter on the opposite side of the room and turned to see Stacy with a smug look on her face. It was the same smug look he saw whenever she embarrassed him at school, and the same smug look that gave her an aura of invulnerability. It was the look that made her so desirable and yet, at the same time, completely untouchable.

Before he could even comprehend how she got into his room or why she was there, Malcolm’s initial reactions were of cowardice. All of which were brought on by the look on her face. He heard Alison yell something, but all he could think of was how much trouble he would get in if she revealed his secret.

“But I can fix that!” he thought with momentary glee, “With Master PC, I’m unstoppable!”

Malcolm’s eyes drifted from her smug face to her outstretched hand. In the dim light and with the initial shock, it took him a moment to realize what she was holding, but when he realized what it was and the implications it came with, his hopes fell.

“Fuck,” he said as he realized that he’d need the power cord to even start up Master PC. No one said another word for what seemed like hours, as Alison took cover under some sheets and Annabelle started masturbating. Malcolm didn’t even move. He couldn’t move. His brain was too occupied trying to figure everything out.

It was Stacy who finally broke the silence and forced Malcolm to react. “So this is how you’ve been changing everything?!?” she asked as she motioned towards his computer, ”This is how you’ve been corrupting our friends and destroying their lives?”

Malcolm was at a loss for words. How did she figure out it was him? He hadn’t even made any big changes since their last run-in; at least not any that could link everything to him! He had been so much more careful. There was no way she could figure it out so quickly. Maybe he needed to give her more credit. Sure, she was amazingly hot, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be clever too.

He looked at her and realized she was expecting a response. The boy spouted out whatever he could come up with, “Stacy... It’s not... I mean... Yes, that’s... But I haven’t destroyed any lives!”

Stacy scoffed, “Oh really? Do you really think that Megan would rather be a brainless bimbo?!? She was supposed to go to college next year on a full scholarship!”

Malcolm cringed. Maybe his craftsmanship had been a little crude when he went to work on Megan.

“Or how about Taylor?” she continued, “Her parents are way past the point of homophobia. If they ever found out what you turned her into, they’d throw her onto the streets!”

“But her parents wouldn’t notice the diff...”

“And what about Alison?!?” yelled Stacy, cutting him off, “There’s no way she enjoys being your submissive slave!”

“Well, actually…” piped up Alison who had retracted to the corner with a blanket around her chest, but a moan from Annabelle distracted her.

Stacy glared at Annabelle in disgust and looked back at the pale girl, “Alison, honey, be quiet. You aren’t thinking clearly.” She turned her attention back to Malcolm, “But why don’t we let the police decide whether or not you’ve destroyed any lives!?!” She pulled out her phone and flipped it open, but before she could dial a number, Malcolm leaped towards her and slapped it out of her hand.

“What the fuck?!?” she yelled as her phone slid to a corner of the room.

“Call it survival instinct,” he replied as he swiped for the power cord in her hand. Stacy managed to keep it away from him and ran to the stairs, but was quickly stopped when he tackled her to the floor. They struggled for a minute until Malcolm realized he had strength in numbers.

“Girls!” he called out, “Help me out here!” The grapple ended soon after, as Annabelle and Alison pinned her down face-first.

“I’m so sorry, Stacy,” said Alison to her friend.

“Don’t be sorry,” said Malcolm as he pried the cord from Stacy’s clenched hand, “She was about to ruin all of our fun!” He walked over to his computer and plugged it in.

“You asshole!” yelled the blonde, “What are you going to do now?!? Rape me?”

Malcolm chuckled and walked over to his closet as his computer booted up. “Oh, don’t worry, it’ll be very consensual,” he said, “Believe me.” He pulled on some boxers and walked back to the trio and caressed her butt. “Although, this ass is very tempting, it might be hard to wait.”

Stacy struggled against her captors, but she was no match for their combined weight. The computer beeped and Malcolm chuckled, “Saved by the bell.” He walked over to his computer and started up Master PC. The screen went blank and the familiar interface opened up.

“Do you know how hard it was to wait this long?” he asked as he pulled up Stacy’s profile. She popped up on the screen wearing the same jeans and cardigan combo as she was in real life. “This has all been about you, Stacy. You and your smugness, your superiority to everyone and your complete control over the student body.”

“If it was about me, then why ruin my friends’ lives?!?” she yelled.

Stacy will not try to leave this room or cause any more trouble to Malcolm until he says she can.

“Girls, let her go and go play with each other.” Alison and Annabelle released Stacy and wandered over to the bed as she stood up. “Because,” he said as he focused back on the blonde, “It was more fun to see you struggle with the advent of your friends’ sexualities.” Stacy just glared at him so he continued, “I really should have stopped after Becky, she alone did enough to make you squirm, but Master PC was just too much fun, I had to keep going.”

“Master PC? Is that what you call your perverted computer game?”

Malcolm laughed, “It’s what it’s called! And it’s not just a game. You should have realized that by now.”

“Whatever,” she replied, “It’s despicable.”

“Oh, it’s much better than that, Stacy. Come here, take a look,” Malcolm said as he motioned to the monitor.

“I don’t want to, just get this over with,” she said as she crossed her arms.

Malcolm scoffed. “You realize that I could just make you take a look, so why don’t you make this easier on both of us?”

Stacy sighed and walked over to the computer, “Yeah? That’s me. I already saw it with your red-headed tramp over there,” she motioned to the entangled mess that was Alison and Annabelle. “I’m just glad that you haven’t messed around with me yet.”

Malcolm laughed again. “Au contraire,” he said.

Subject knows every change that Master PC has made to her.

Stacy blinked twice and recoiled in fear. “You changed my figure?!?” she yelled, “You made my boobs huge!”

“What?” he laughed, “Don’t you like them?”

“No! They’ve given me back problems my whole life! Or… at least… Ugh!” she exclaimed.

“Well I can fix that,” he said smugly as he turned back to the computer.

“No!” she shrieked, “Don’t! Don’t change me anymore! I’m begging you!”

Malcolm turned around and looked at her again with a bemused look on his face. “Oh, come on. Don’t be a party pooper. It’s actually quite fun!” He turned back to his computer and started typing. “See? Look! Your back problems are gone! Isn’t that awesome?!?”

“No,” she yelled, “It’s completely unnatural!”

“What’s unnatural is denying yourself unimaginable pleasure. Look at those two over there,” he said as he motioned to his bed, “They don’t have a care in the world. They’re having the times of their lives while we’re over here arguing like a married couple.” An idea popped into Malcolm’s head and he gave Stacy a sinister grin. “Wouldn’t you like to join them?”

Stacy looked at the two in disgust, “No. No way! I like to think for myself, thank you.”

Malcolm laughed and typed:

Subject is completely attracted to women and the idea of having sex with them makes her hornier than she has ever been.

“How about now?” He turned around and looked at her. The girl’s body language had completely changed. Instead of disgust, she was looking at the two girls on the bed with an animalistic gaze. She was biting her lower lip and her eyes had a far-off stare. She uncrossed her arms and her hands started drifting to sensual places. “Would you like to join them?” he asked again.

Stacy took a few steps forward. “Yes…” she said in a dreamy voice. Her breathing picked up and she approached the bed, but she stopped suddenly. She shook her head and closed her eyes, “I mean… No!” She turned to face Malcolm who was beaming at her struggles, “What you’re doing is wrong!”

“There’s nothing wrong about it, Stacy,” he replied. “And the sooner you realize how right it is, how right that is,” he pointed to the moaning couple on the bed, “The better you’ll feel.”

Stacy looked back at the bed and shivered excitedly as she watched the two lovers intertwined on the bed.

Malcolm stood up and stood behind her. “I’ll admit, I had planned this a little differently,” he said. Stacy’s gaze did not waver. “But this seems to be working out quite well. You know you want to join them. Just look at how hot they are and at how much fun they’re having.” He put his hands on her shoulders and felt her tense up. “Submit to me, Stacy. Join our fun. Just say ‘Yes’ to me and I’ll let you live a life of bliss and happiness.”

Stacy shook her head once again and wriggled free from his hands. “No!” she yelled, “It’s wrong. That’s not how I want to live life. It’s completely hedonistic!”

Malcolm was thrown back by her argument. Hedonism wasn’t a concept that he expected her to know; let alone understand. The predatory smile dropped from his face, but he continued to watch her in amusement. “It may be hedonistic,” he said, “But it’s a good life.”

“No, it’s not! What about the other things in life? Achievements, goals and accomplishments! Intellect, art and creativity! What about yourself? Don’t you have anything you want to accomplish with your life?”

Malcolm’s thoughts turned to his novel. It had taken the backseat since Master PC entered his life. Would he ever get around to finishing it? “Of course I will!” he thought.

He laughed at her. “Of course I want to accomplish things,” he said, “And having my very own personal harem is pretty high on that list.”

Stacy scoffed, “But what about the girls in your harem. Don’t you think they’d be happier to live life with their own free will!?!”

Malcolm scoffed back, “Once again you argue about the lives of your friends. Don’t you think you should worry about your own? Besides, do you really think they’d be happier without me? Half of them would probably grow up to be depressed housewives!”

“I don’t know whether or not they’re happier, but don’t you think they should get to choose that for themselves?” she pled.

Malcolm stopped smiling and walked over to his computer to sit down. He looked at Alison and Annabelle on the bed. “They look happy,” he thought, “But would they really want to live this life?” His focus fell on Alison. He had hardly changed her personality and yet she seemed happy with her new life. Delighted, even. A devious plan crossed his mind.

“I still think that they’d choose this life,” he said as he looked back at Stacy. He chuckled as it was obvious that she was trying desperately to ignore the two on the bed. “But I’ll make you a deal. I want you to go through everything that your friends went through.

Stacy furrowed her brow. “He’s actually being reasonable?” she thought, “Wait, what does he mean everything?”

“Starting Monday,” he continued, “You’ll be changed in the same ways that they were. One day per friend.” He stood up and approached her. “If after all that, you still feel the same way, I’ll consider changing everything back.”

“But what about my credibility in school?” she asked, refusing to look at the girls on the bed. Annabelle was moaning so loudly that Stacy swore she could wake the dead and it was making it really hard to focus.

“Each morning, only you and I will remember what happened the day before,” he said.

“And what if I decline?”

“Well,” he said, “I do have unstoppable power, so it would probably be best for you to agree.”

She glanced at the girls on the other side of the room and bit her lip. “I need to think about it,” she said, “And I can’t think with all these distractions. Can you make me less horny?”

Malcolm smiled. “I can do even better,” he said, “I’ll give you until midnight on Sunday to think about it, but don’t even try to get any help because I’ll make sure you won’t be able to. You’re free to go, I’ll remove your desires after you leave”

Stacy tore her eyes from the moaning mess and walked to the stairs.

“Oh, Stacy!” said Malcolm. She turned to look at him and he tossed her her cell phone. “You might need this. My number’s in there. I’ll be expecting a phone call before Monday.” He watched her leave and then turned to the other girls, “So, where were we?” he asked. They giggled and pulled him onto the bed.

11:55 PM, Sunday

Malcolm retired to his bedroom, exhausted after a weekend of carnal passion. He spent all day with Samantha, after changing it so she’d be easier to turn on. He was actually growing quite fond of her. “Maybe it’s time to introduce her to Alison,” he thought.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he answered it. “Okay, do it,” said Stacy on the other end and she hung up.

Malcolm smiled and turned on his computer. “How should I start the week off?” he mused as he sat down.