The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Becky was NOT looking forward to Math class that day. She remembered how she fucked the creep in the class the day before and she just knew that he would be back for more. But there was no way she was going to screw Malcolm again. He was trouble and she was going to stay away from him. It was just too bad that he was one of the only two fuckable guys in the class and the other one was avoiding her like the plague.

“Oh well,” thought the buxom brunette, “At least I managed to fucks two guys before class today. That should get me by until second period.”

Becky walked into the classroom and saw Malcolm smiling at her. The mere thought of what she did yesterday made her shudder. Even if he had a big dick, it was no excuse for fucking him. She sat down on the other side of the room and cringed knowing that he would walk over any second and beg for seconds.

“Hey Becky,” she heard behind her. She shuddered again; even his voice repulsed her.

“Go away Malcolm. You’re a creep and I want nothing to do with you,” she said in a threatening tone without even turning to face him.

Malcolm walked around to the front of her desk with a confused look on his face. The dork probably couldn’t handle rejection well. “I thought we went through this already,” said Malcolm, “I’m not a creep. I’m just misunderstood.”

She threw an angry glare his way, “No, Stacy set me straight yesterday. And I know that you’re a creep and you’re trouble and I can’t believe that you convinced me to fuck you! But don’t worry, it won’t happen again.”

A hateful expression crossed his face and he muttered Stacy’s name under his breath. Looking at Becky, he asked, “Did she tell you why she thinks I’m trouble?”

“Nope,” Becky smugly replied, “But she’s my best friend and all that I need to know is that she knows it.”

Malcolm smiled back. Why was he smiling? He was such a fucking creep! “Is she really your best friend?” asked Malcolm.

Sure she was. At least she thought she was. There wasn’t really any one else she connected with as well as Stacy.

“Because what has she really done for you lately?”

It was hard to say, but Becky was sure there was something. Maybe Stacy offered some kind gesture, no matter how small.

“Come on Becky,” said the boy as he watched her contemplate what he was saying, “Everyone knows that she was only friends with you because you made her look better in comparison.”

That wasn’t true. Nobody knew that. Or did they? Why hadn’t anybody told her that? The truth was she had always suspected it, but it hurt to hear out loud.

“And now that you’re hotter than her, where has she been? No where, except messing up your friendships and ruining your sex life.”

It was true! The bitch was trying to mess up her life to help her own popularity. How could she ever have considered that cunt a friend? Who cares? Now that the brunette was hotter, she didn’t need Stacy anymore. She’d start her own clique with Megan and whoever else wanted to join. Mmm, she thought, maybe Taylor would want to join. They’d call themselves the school sluts and Stacy’s popularity would pale in comparison to them.

“Now let’s consider what I’ve done for you lately,” added Malcolm, snapping her out of her day dream, “I’ve helped you become the sexiest slut in school. I’ve given you hints and tips as to how to act. Hell, if it weren’t for me, people would still be calling you ‘Becca’.”

“He brings up some really good points,” she reasoned. She wouldn’t have fucked nearly as many guys as she had if her name was still Becca and he was always willing to help her out with her image.

“And just think about the amazing sex we had yesterday,” he added, “If anything, I’m probably the best friend you have right now.”

Malcolm was totally right. She looked up at her friend in a new light, “You’re right!” she shouted, “Even if you are a creep, you are my friend.”

He cringed a little at that last sentence, “I’m not a creep. I’m just misunderstood. I’m actually a really good person.” He started walking towards his desk.

She laughed and grabbed her stuff as she followed him to the empty seat behind him, “Right, sorry. That bitch, Stacy, really confused me yesterday.” Becky sat down in the seat and looked forward to the Math class today. She was going to play games again with him today and this time she wasn’t wearing any panties. Just like a proper slut.

Malcolm had to admit, Stacy could have unwittingly caused huge problems for him. Whether or not she knew it, she had already altered Becky’s thoughts towards him. She didn’t seem to be taking the changes as poorly as he thought she would. Luckily Master PC was there to set things right again. He had programmed her to forget that the changes had taken place so suddenly and made her forget that he was responsible for everything.

So far it seemed to be going fine. She didn’t seem fazed by anything when he watched her talk to Alison and Taylor that morning in the front foyer. The only hiccup he had experienced was with Becky’s suggestibility. But that was easily solved and now Becky was sitting behind him in math, and her foot was stroking his lower back through the gap in the chair. He heard a clatter behind him and felt the tap on his shoulder that he was expecting.

She didn’t even need to say anything and he was already leaning over his chair to grab her pencil from the floor and taking the gratuitous look up her black mini-skirt. Due to his suggestions yesterday, she wasn’t wearing any panties and judging from the looks of it, she was excited. Malcolm knew that she would fuck him after class if he wanted to, but he had other plans.

He handed the pencil back to her and turned back around, thinking about what he planned for the day. Today was the day that she would receive a pet slut by the name of Taylor. He had it set up that Mr. Johnson would leave the room the same way he did yesterday, and not return until after lunch. This would give Becky plenty of time since Taylor was programmed to go straight to this classroom during second period. After which, Malcolm was sure that sexy hijinks would ensue.

He knew that Becky’s transformation wasn’t completely finished and she wasn’t completely bisexual yet but she was curious enough. He could see it in her eyes when she looked at other girls, especially Megan or Stacy. Malcolm wanted to hurry her transformation but she was already fairly susceptible to suggestions and so close to being at that point, that there was really no reason to finish it. Besides, he had run out of things to change on her body and you shouldn’t really mess with perfection.

A clatter behind him snapped him out of his thought, and like Pavlov’s dog bent over to grab her... vibrator? He looked up her skirt and saw her hand slowly rubbing her pussy lips. He looked up a bit more to see a devilish smile on her face. Malcolm smiled and passed it to her. He watched as she took it and brought it under her desk. This time he dropped his own pencil, and he bent over, more to watch her penetrate her glistening pussy with the plastic shaft, than to pick up his pencil. She licked her lips when he sat back up and looked at her.

“It’s too bad I can’t change the programming,” thought Malcolm, “Screwing her in the classroom would be a lot of fun.” He turned back around and pretended to pay attention to the class as he listened to the sounds of her frigging herself with the piece of pink plastic. Luckily she hadn’t turned it on otherwise more people would probably be listening too.

The bell rang, signalling the end of class and everyone left the room, no one as hasty as Mr. Johnson. When it was empty, Becky stood up and sat on Malcolm’s lap once again.

“Well?” she asked, with a sly smile on her face, “Do you want to go to the bathroom again?”

He laughed, “No, not today. In fact, I’m not even going to fuck you today.” She looked sad and confused, he added, “Not until later at least.”

“Why not?” she pouted as she batted her gorgeous green eyes at him.

“Because I have a present for you,” he replied. She smiled slightly and he continued, “First, I have to tell you that you do not need or want to know why or how I know what I do.” He was counting on her suggestibility to keep that statement in check. “Right now, Taylor Wu is on her way to this classroom and when she gets here I will leave.” Becky now had a very confused look on her face but didn’t ask him anything. “From the moment she steps into this room,” he continued, “Her mind and body will be completely under your control and will do everything you say.” He looked from her eyes to her tits and back to her eyes in order to emphasize his next statement, “And I mean everything.”

Becky smiled as the realization of what he said dawned on her. She kissed him and was lost in the possibilities of her powers when they were interrupted by a girl clearing her throat at the door. Taylor was standing there with a very confused look on her face.

“Taylor!” announced Becky, “Please have a seat.” The Asian found an empty chair and, with that, Malcolm left the room.

Taylor Wu was very confused. She just witnessed Becky making out with Malcolm Hart and was now sitting in a chair like an obedient dog. Malcolm had since left and Becky was now circling her, eyeing her up like a piece of meat. She thought back to how she got there, how she left her first period Chemistry class and was about to go to her Drama class when her mind decided to take her on a detour through the school. Rather than turning right, like she usually did, her body decided to turn left and walk her all the way to the room she now occupied. She still wasn’t sure why she was there but from the looks of Becky, it couldn’t be for her own good.

“Stand up and strip,” barked Becky. The lithe Asian girl obeyed, but she didn’t understand why. Taylor rose from her seat and started removing her belt. Through instinct, she always went for the pants first, since her heritage gave her great legs but left very little on top. Soon she was completely naked and standing there for inspection. She had no idea what was going on and was completely terrified, a fact that was quite apparent on her face.

“Are you scared?” asked the brunette.

Taylor was too scared for words so she just nodded.

“Well don’t be. Don’t worry.”

Instantly Taylor felt her body relax and all of her cares drifted away. She knew that something was wrong but she couldn’t react to it. Her face lost its tension.

“How do you feel?”

“Confused.”

“That shouldn’t last long. Just know that anything I say will happen. That is why you are here. That’s why you are standing as you are.”

That still didn’t explain why Becky had these powers, but at least it gave Taylor’s mind some rest.

“Tell me,” said Becky, “What do you think of my body?”

Taylor hesitated. Maybe she should play into Becky’s vanity. The girl took a breath and replied, “You look great Becky,”

The brunette laughed, “Thanks Taylor, but from now on, I want you to answer all of my questions honestly and I want you to refrain from omitting anything.”

Taylor realized where this was going, and cursed inwardly.

“Now, what do you think of my body?” Becky repeated.

“I find it a cartoonish and desperate plea for attention. You look like you’re designed specifically for fornication, and your behaviour the last few days just reinforces the idea. You look like a cock-hungry slut.”

Becky smiled at that last remark, “Thanks Taylor! That’s so kind of you to say, but you’re not attracted to me at all, are you?”

Taylor didn’t want to verbalize it, so she just shook her head.

“Fine,” replied the curvy brunette, “From now on, you will only be attracted to women.”

She didn’t know what happened, but one moment she was looking at her comically enhanced friend and the next she was looking at the epitome of sex. Her eyes followed the curvature of Becky’s body from her flawless face, down her slender neck stopping slightly at her mountainous tits. Her gaze carried on downwards along the curve of her hips and down her long slender legs.

Becky laughed, no doubt because of the awe-struck look on Taylors face. “Now tell me,” she repeated again, “What do you think of my body?”

Taylor stuttered as she responded to the breath-taking beauty in front of her, “Becky... you’re... so... HOT!”

“That’s better,” smiled the divine creature in front of her, “Now, what would you like to do to me?”

Now the Asian girl was in a predicament. Her mind was split. On one side, she wanted to tear Becky from limb to limb for what just happened, and on the other she wanted to rip all of the clothes off her body and caress her body. So she told her just that.

“My, that’s some violent imagery,” chuckled Becky, “Well let’s start with the anger. You will never feel any anger or negative emotion towards me.”

Taylor’s mind was now focused solely on the desire that was filling her body towards the walking sex bomb in front of her.

“Now,” paused Becky, “You said you wanted to caress me?”

Taylor nodded.

“What about kissing me?”

She considered this for a moment and realized she had no desire to do so. So she responded, “I find you incredibly attractive but I feel nothing sexual towards you.”

Becky stopped in her tracks and scrutinized Taylor, “You don’t feel horny at all? That’s odd. I thought that attraction would cover that. Well let’s paint some imagery for you shall we? I want you to take a good look at me and then close your eyes.”

Taylor didn’t want to close her eyes, so she kept them open for as long as she could, drinking in the image of Becky, until finally her eyelids shut.

“Now picture me in your mind...”

That wasn’t too hard to do since Taylor had already been doing that subconsciously.

“You are developing a sexual need for women, and by the time you open your eyes the mere sight of me will be enough to make you unbelievably horny. It will make your face flush, your heart race and your cunt drip with anticipation.”

Taylor could already feel her heart quicken its pace.

“Now, focus on my lips. The luscious lips of a woman. How they’re much more elegant and sleek than a man’s. You want very much to kiss those lips, to feel them against your own. You want to dart your tongue out from between yours and feel another tongue pushing back against yours. But it won’t be as aggressive as a man’s tongue. No, this tongue will be feminine and playful. The idea of making out with a woman makes you horny, and the act of doing so will make you even hornier.”

Taylor could imagine it in her mind. She licked her lips imagining some phantom mouth kissing her. Her own mouth pursed and eagerly awaited a female touch. She squirmed while standing with her eyes closed. But the thought was pulled from her mind sooner than she wanted.

“Now move your focus down to my breasts. Focus on my tits as I slowly take off my shirt and they pop into sight. Imagine the nipples capping each mound and feel the desire to take one into your mouth. The idea of flicking your tongue on one of these fleshy nubs is incredibly erotic and you want to gently twist and pull the other with your other hand. Now imagine the lips that just entranced you suckling one of your own nipples. Imagine the feminine tongue whipping out and lashing your own pert breasts. The sensations will be electric and the thought of some feminine touch on your breasts turns you on.”

Taylor saw it all. How Becky’s breasts popped out of her shirt, they were so big that that is what she saw. Taylor licked her lips again as she saw herself lower towards the breasts and play with them in her mouth. Her hand twitched as she considered manipulating the other teat. Finally she felt her own nipples harden as she thought of some woman toying with them, caressing them, twisting them, and lightly biting them. Her pussy was responding to the stimuli and she could feel it grow damp. But again, the imagery was pulled from her just as quickly as it was fed into her mind.

“Move your gaze once more, now farther downwards to my crotch. Imagine the wonders hidden behind my skirt. Keep in mind that I’m not wearing any panties. You want to see my pussy, and all that is in the way is this flimsy piece of fabric that’s hardly long enough to cover my ass.”

It was true. She wanted to see Becky’s pussy. She longed to stare at her velvet womanhood.

“Imagine my hands slowly pushing my skirt down and slowly exposing my bald pussy. You think it’s absolutely beautiful. So tender. So hot. So sexual.” Becky paused, “Have you ever masturbated?”

The Asian girl nodded slowly, still focused on the image in her head.

“Have you ever been eaten out?”

Taylor nodded once again.

“Think of those feelings in your cunt. You badly want to replicate them in someone else’s. You want to reach out and play with my clit. You want to sink some fingers into my pussy and since you can be at a better angle, you can penetrate my pussy further than my own fingers ever could.”

Taylor’s hand flinched as she imagined doing naughty things to Becky’s pussy. She had cum many times due to her own magic fingers, and she wanted to share that pleasure.

“But you don’t want to just stroke my pussy. You want to taste my cunt. You want to reach out with your tongue and taste my hot, wet pussy. The taste will be amazing and you will love eating women out.”

Taylor could only imagine what it tasted like but she knew it would taste like heaven.

“Lastly, you long for that feeling to be reciprocated. You want someone to play with your cunt. You want for some feminine touch who intimately knows her way around a pussy, to tease your own. You want to feel that feminine tongue flicking your clit, and you want those long and slender fingers pushing deep into your cunt.”

Taylor was practically dripping at the thought of it all. She had never considered a vagina to be so tender. So alluring. But now, she just wanted to fuck some girl. She wanted to run her tongue along every inch of the woman’s body. Taylor couldn’t deny it, she was sexually attracted to women and the image in her mind was the definition of a sexy woman.

“Now open your eyes.”

The Asian did, and what she saw in front of her was the sexiest being she had ever seen. Unlike her imaginary model, Becky was stilled dressed, wearing an outfit that was designed to tease. And tease it did. She was so well defined. There were subtle characteristics that Taylor missed in her mind that made Becky all the more hot. Taylor just wanted to run over to Becky and rip her clothes off but she was still stuck, standing there gazing upon the hot creature in front of her.

“So, how about now?” asked the goddess, “Do you want to kiss me?”

Taylor nodded emphatically. She really wanted to kiss her. To make out with her. To feel her soft, luscious lips against her own.

“Do you want to play with my tits? To lick them and caress them?”

“Yesss...” sighed a horny Taylor, her eyes locked upon the cloth covered globes on Becky’s chest.

“And what about my pussy? Do you want to lick me, taste me and eat me out?”

Taylor couldn’t stand it anymore, “Yes!” she shouted, “Oh god yes, let me fuck you! I want to taste you! I need to taste you!”

Becky smiled and started walking around the lust-filled girl, “Not yet Taylor, be patient. Now, I think that your body could use some changes. You’re already quite sexy and that’s what drew me towards you in the first place, but let’s face it, you’re no Stacy Rathers.”

Taylor took a deep breath. If Becky wanted to change her body, she could. Taylor would do anything to fuck the goddess that was circling her.

“But you do have some hot legs, and a cute ass,” she spanked Taylor to emphasize the last statement and the Asian let out a small yelp. “But these mosquito-bites you call tits just won’t do,” she grabbed a nipple and gave it a small twist. Taylor gasped at the pain and closed her eyes from the pleasure. Becky smiled and let go, “When we kiss, your tits will grow into D cups and will be so sensitive that you can orgasm from them.”

Taylor liked the sound of that. She could definitely use a bit more up top.

“And when we kiss,” Becky stroked Taylor’s lower lips, “Your pussy will grow more sensitive too.”

That sounded really nice, and Taylor let Becky know with a groan of arousal.

“And lastly, when we kiss you will be able to move but you will become hopelessly devoted to me. You will still find other women attractive but will not pursue them without my permission. And even though you aren’t attracted to men anymore, you will still fuck them if I tell you to. In fact you will do anything I tell you to do and you will enjoy it, because I would want you to. How does that sound?”

Taylor would already do anything for the chance to have sex with Becky and it sounded relatively reasonable so she had no reason to say ‘No’. She was ready for sex. She wanted it so badly and a lifetime of it with as divine of a creature as Becky sounded like a lifetime worth living, “It sounds great.”

Becky smiled and kissed the pretty girl on the lips. Taylor could feel her tits inflate and press against Becky’s. She reached up and embraced the buxom brunette, playing with her tongue. It wasn’t long before Becky’s shirt was over her head and Taylor’s mouth locked onto one of her tits. Soon her skirt was off as well and the two naked girls were intertwined on the floor. The ferocity of their love making was unreal and their sex was animalistic, a product of their mutual lust.

The girls didn’t stop fucking each other until halfway into the lunch break and well after Becky’s vibrator made its way into the heat, when they finally decided that it’d be best to stop, lest someone walk in on them. Taylor walked out of that classroom as a new girl. She discarded her tiny bra and loved the feel of her shirt on her bare tits. Her skin glistened from sweat and she smelled of sex. But how the rest of the school saw her no longer mattered. She was Becky’s to do with as she pleased and the thought made the girl ecstatic. Taylor followed Becky around like a lovesick puppy for the rest of the lunch break. They openly made out in the hallway before separating to go to their respective classes.

Taylor watched as Becky walked away and flaunted her assets, the black skirt swaying with each step and threatening to expose her ass at the slightest breeze. She thought about the plans she made with Becky that night to buy some new clothes at the mall, apparently she knew someone that worked at Republic Co. She’d have to make sure to get a skirt like that. Then again, she’d get anything Becky wanted her to.