The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The small, black haired woman sat at the bar. The club’s music thumped hard and fast around her. It was too loud for conversation, but that wasn’t what she was there for. She slowly nursed her drink while her gaze languidly stalked across the bodies of the other women in the club.

She wasn’t a particularly memorable sight. Her hair cast a dark shadow over her eyes, rendering her lingering gazes unseen. Her clothes were black, clinging only tight enough to show the slender shape of her body while still leaving plenty to the imagination. Her skirt was short enough to suggest she was there for fun, but the neckline of her top was high enough to insist that she wasn’t easy.

Her skin was pale, but more the look of someone who needed to get out more and less the look of someone who never did. Her face made her look young, and what could be seen of her expression almost made her look lonely.

She sipped her drink again as her eyes slid along the curve of a woman’s ass for the third time in a row. Her lips curled into a smirk as her eyes slid to a group of women sitting away from the bar.

All of them had short, brightly dyed hair and wore grungy torn up clothing. They liked to send new girls her way. Initiation ritual.

She recognized all of them. It was almost disappointing. It had been awhile since they’d sent some confused, clueless girl her way. Seeing the confusion spin through them was one of her favorite parts of spending her nights in the club.

Preoccupied with the punked up women she’d completely missed the statuesque blonde sliding onto the stool next to hers. The squeaking sound of the stool adjusting to her weight pulled the dark haired woman’s gaze quickly to the newcomer. This girl was new. She’d remember a pair of long legs like that, especially when the only thing covering them was a tight white microskirt.

The way her breasts seemed almost shrink wrapped, fighting to get out of the tubetop that held them in place was equally enticing. She’d almost been wondering if she was going to have any fun before the blonde took her seat. Already she knew just how she was going to spend her evening.

She almost felt bad, but it wasn’t like she was going to hurt the woman.

She wasn’t mean.

“I’ll have a pink passion!” The blonde called out to the bartender. The dark haired girl was preoccupied staring at the way her nipples were poking out against her top. Even knowing they’d only be hidden as long as she deemed fit didn’t hurt her curiosity.

Just because she could make the woman do anything she wanted didn’t mean she’d lost all of her sense of fun. She finally looked to the woman’s face. It was pretty, soft, and while she looked older, the girl with the shadows over her eyes was relatively sure she the blonde was still in college. She wondered who had told a college girl about an all-girl club like hers.

Her reputation hadn’t spread very far outside, on purpose, but she almost wondered if someone had wanted her to end up like this. There were plenty of other places to sit, and the music was pumping loud and fast and hard to call her to the dance floor.

And yet she’d ended up in the most dangerous place.

After a sip of her drink, the smaller woman moved her stool closer and hooded her eyes. She took a slow breath, and then parted her lips. You’re going to keep nursing your drink, and spread your legs. You’re horny. Really horny. You’ve never been this turned on before, but you aren’t going to look at the woman sitting next to you. You’re just going to act like everything is normal, and keep enjoying that silly pink drink of yours. That’s what you need to do. That’s what you want to do. That’s what turns you on the most.

No voice left her lips, but the words found the blonde’s ears, and then found something much deeper.

Without a sound of acknowledgement the blonde slowly parted her legs as she continued to sip at her drink. The dark haired girl grinned at the sight of the small white thong and its growing damp spot. Underneath it the blonde’s pussy shuddered.

Everything the dark haired woman whispered was true. She’d never been so turned on. As much as she was curious about who was sitting next to her, she couldn’t bring herself to kill her buzz and look. That wasn’t nearly as erotic as knowing she was giving anyone who cared to look a better and better sight at her underwear.

Sweat began to glisten across her forehead. Her eyes hooded and glassed with visible lust. Her hips struggled to stay still as her thighs tightened. Nothing had felt quite like she felt in that moment.

Beside her the dark haired girl grinned, and rolled her eyes. It was too easy. Even if the woman wasn’t dressed like she was waiting for someone to expose her, it was too easy. It being easy didn’t make it any less satisfying, but it did make it feel simple.

Just a whisper, and the whole woman’s world would turn so simply on its head.

She leaned closer, lips moving again as no actual sound came out and yet the words were clearer for their silence. You don’t remember why you came here tonight. It doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters now is how hot it’s going to feel when you pull your skirt up around your waist. Having your ass, and that slutty thong on display are going to feel like everyone in the club is fucking you with their eyes. Because they are. You’re their little slut, and you want all of their eyes to be on you. Nothing feels better than knowing you came to a club you’ve never been to before and put yourself on display for women you’ve never met.

The blonde’s eyes fluttered as a long, low moan rolled from her lips. Her hips shuddered, and she almost dropped her glass. Her thighs shuddered harder as she set down her glass and reached down to follow the brilliant epiphany that was blossoming through her mind. In only a matter of moments her skirt was a tight white belt, doing nothing to hide the way the thong made a perfect line dividing the full curves of her ass.

Low panting whimpers trickled from her lips as she looked out over the club. Her gaze still never turned to the dark haired woman sitting beside her. That was still every bit as unthinkable. She couldn’t do that when things were getting even better.

If someone had told her to sit in that stool or if it had been a stroke of bad luck was something her mind lost all capacity to ponder. The past was a blur. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t nearly as erotic as the way so many eyes were all focused on her. Each gaze she felt between her legs, and it became harder and harder to sit any semblance of still as her moans grew louder and louder.

She threw her head back, whimpering and gasping as she clutched tightly at the bar. The seat under her squished as the slickness between her legs flowed past the fabric of her thong.

Soon the blonde’s hips were frantically grinding against the air. There was no friction, but she didn’t need it. She kept looking between the many eyes that couldn’t pull themselves away from the blonde bombshell humping at nothing. She had arrived looking like she’d put a lot of effort into her looks with immaculate makeup and not a hair out of place. It hadn’t taken long for so much sweat to make all of that effort wasted.

Her skin glistened with lust, and her sounds grew louder with each passing moment. Beside her, the dark haired woman very slowly sipped her drink. It wouldn’t be long now, and then she’d do what she did with every one of the dumb little tarts that approached her.

She could go after them, but something about stalking prey felt beneath her. She was a trap to be sprung, not someone who skulked in the shadows.

She grinned, and licked her lips as the woman cried out so loud that she could be heard over the loud thump of the club mix pounding through her body. Every set of eyes focused on her as she twisted and writhed before falling forward onto the bar, nuzzling and rubbing against it as she shook in overpowering pleasure.

The dark haired girl smiled. The blonde was quicker than she’d expected, but that was fine. She was as much a voyeur as she was a trap. How the blonde spent the rest of her night would be just as much fun to watch.

Their looks aren’t enough anymore. You need more. You want more. For the rest of the night, you belong to the club. You belong to all of them. You’ll do anything they want. Any of them. Anything. Sexual, anyway. You won’t let them hurt you. The black haired woman smirked, clearing her throat before her silent whisper resumed. But you’re going to want them. You’re going to need them.

Not only are you not able to refuse them, but you don’t want to refuse them. You want to be used. You need to be used. Until you wake up in the morning, all you are is a dumb slut.

Her half-finished drink forgotten, the wasted blonde pulled herself away from her barstool and moved towards the dance floor. Her skirt was still cinched up around her waist, and her thong did more to highlight how slick and glistening she was than hide anything. Her nipples were hard diamonds at her chest, but the dark haired girl imagined her top wouldn’t keep them hidden for long.

She could wait to see what was underneath. She knew someone would take advantage of the poor girl’s plight. A redhead was already chatting her up and letting her hands roam along exposed curves. She placed a bet with herself that the whole club would see everything in less than five minutes.

If she lost, she’d buy herself another drink.

With a smirk she sipped at the pink concoction the blonde had left behind. Too sweet. It tasted less like a hard drink than a juice box.

Her eyes moved down to the sticky barstool, and she smirked more. The blonde’s box had already been juiced once, and the night was still young. She could only imagine what the club’s regulars would have her up to.

She looked back to the blonde, and sure enough her top was pulled up over her chest and her tan lines were visible for all to see. The black haired girl finished the drink she’d bought for herself and made a motion to the woman behind the bar. She knew what was wanted. The less that anyone dared the small mousy girl to speak, the better they considered themselves to be.

Few of them still harbored fantasies of being the one to tempt fate and win.

The drink she was handed was purple. She raised an eyebrow, and the bartender motioned out to the crowd. With a shrug, the black haired girl began to drink. It was sweet, much like the blonde’s drink, but it had a more intriguing taste to it.

She took her time, swirling the drink in her mouth as she tried to figure out what it was. She wasn’t the most daring drinker, but she’d had her fair share over the years. It wasn’t quite anything she could put a name to, and the more she tried the more distant the answer seemed to get.

Whatever it was, it was very distracting.

A woman moved beside her, grabbing the soaked stool and exchanging it for another before sitting. “So, and don’t let me interrupt you… savoring… your drink, I understand this is something you do often. Just nod if I’m right.”

The black haired woman nodded, staring into the drink as she swirled a mouthful of the purple drink around still hungry for some sort of answer that she all but accepted might not exist.

“Perfect. You never seek anyone out, right? You wait for them to come to you?” Again she nodded, and the woman sitting next to her grinned. “Perfect. See, I just did this so I could have a chance to speak to you without you… whispering to me. I’m putting together a group of women who like working on women the way you do. Catch and… instead of release, catch and sell. I need someone with your talents. It would be incredibly lucrative, and you’d still get to carry on like this. What do you say, Whisper?”

Whisper fluttered her eyes as she swallowed the sip that had seemed to last forever. Being paid to do what she already did? Having more prey lined up just for her?

She grinned, and took another sip as she nodded.

“Perfect. Welcome to the Slut Squad.”