The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Are you a virgin, Cyabelle?” I asked.

“Like for sure, I’m going to let some loser stick his dick in me? As if!” She denied.

“OK, well let’s say that boy over there- the slightly overweight one with the glasses- let’s say he asked you out on a date. Would you go?”

“Yeah, right. Fat Matt? He’s such a dweeb. Even the dweeb girls wouldn’t go out with him. He makes my skin crawl.”

“No he doesn’t Cyabelle. Matt is real cute, and he’s nice too. You find him very attractive, irresistable in fact. You love the way his voice sounds- it makes your pussy wet. When you go home tonight, you will call him on the phone and ask him to ask you out. If he gets scared, you will convince him of your sincerity. On each of your dates, you will attempt to discreetly slip away with him to a place where you can suck his cock. You will suck him off as many times as you can each time you go out, and you will beg him to fuck your ass at least once each date. On prom night, you will let him take your maidenhead, and you will tell all your friends in intimate detail what you did that night.”

“You know, he is kind of cute,” she nodded. “And I always did think he was sort of a nice guy. And his voice- have you ever heard his voice? It’s dreamy.” She paused, flushing. “I mean, I um like his voice” she said in a quiet voice. “Maybe I would like it if he asked me out...”

“Fine. I’m sure Matt would love to go out with you. Now, turn around and join your friends on the floor.” I took out the Vaseline and generously coated each girl’s asshole and then my cock. Then for the next three hours I fucked their assholes. That seems like a cruelly long time, but in reality each girl only got her ass cornholed for ten minutes at a time and only three of them had to take it up the poop chute more than once. It was my cock that was taking all the abuse. Still, the little guy seemed to like it. But the rest of me was getting tired, and so were the boys in the stand. Most had cum at least ten times, by my estimate. The girls were loving the taste of semen, and enthusiastically trying to get more, but some boys had looks of pain on their faces. I decided to fuck Cyabelle’s asshole one more time. The snotty bitch deserved something more than just a simple reaming, so this time I put on a condom and prepared for a special treat.

I opened the tube of heat-o-rub. The pepperminty fragrance wafted up, making my eyes tear. I knelt behind Cyabelle and squirted half the tube of cream into my hand. Then I put the open end of the tube against her tightly clenched rosebud and squeezed. Cyabelle let out a scream that made every head in the gymnasium turn. (((“Ignore her. Continue with what you were doing,"))) I broadcast. The boys continued fingerfucking the girls to their left, the girls continued sucking the cock of the boys to their right, and Cyabelle continued screaming. The last wasn’t exactly what I had in mind but I figured what the heck, she had it coming.

I coated my cock with the rest of the heat-o-rub and jammed it up her asshole without warning. The invasion of my large cock combined with the burning pain of the heat-o-rub caused her to renew her screaming efforts. Despite her Persuasion, she tried to pull away from the rectal punishment. I grabbed her hips and thrust forward, burying my member to the hilt. For the next twenty minutes, I savagely raped her rectum. I had cum countless times that night, but the sight of the tortured girl writhing before me brought me to the edge quickly. I held off for as long as I could, managing to ram-fuck her asshole for a good twenty minutes. At least I remember Coach’s whistle blowing twice, maybe even three times. Cyabelle screamed the whole time, her voice getting ragged and finally deserting her at the very end. Her scream was a shredded whisper as I plunged my dick to the utmost depths of her rectum. Her bowels were spasming wildly from the pain, and eventually I couldn’t take anymore of the incredibly tight contraction of her anal muscles. Grunting savagely, I spurted my cum into her, filling the rubber with so much semen that it leaked out at the base of my cock.

I pulled out, panting. The rubber had served its purpose and protected my cock from the caustic heat-o-rub, but now it was full of hot cum. I couldn’t bear to have my semen wasted, so I dripped the hot liquid into Cyabelle’s mouth. “Hold this in your mouth until you go to bed tonight. Then swallow it down.” I told her. I pulled on my pants and took up the microphone again. “Girls, continue to suck the cock you’re on. When it cums in your mouth, you are finished. You and the boy you’re sucking off may leave then. You will find your clothes next to your locker. Get dressed and go back to your homerooms. When the bells ring, you may leave school.”

I turned my Persuasion on full-power. (((“No one here will remember what took place today. You will remember an uneventful day at school. Nothing interesting happened. You attended your classes or did your job just as you would have any other day. Nothing remarkable occurred. When you leave, it will be as if this never happened, with one exception: all female students will carry with them the hunger for sperm. You will suck cocks, swallow cum, and do it with as much skill, enthusiasm and gluttony as you can muster. When you are on a date, you will do your best to insure you suck off your escort at least once, but you will hope to be able to suck him off three times.")))

I patted the ass cheeks of Cyabelle Detweiler and released the “most popular” girls to get showered and dressed. Cyabelle walked like a horse had just fucked her ass. Her rectum was pink and puffy. It looked like a huge jelly donut stuck onto her asshole. She’d have a hard time sitting down for a few days, I thought to myself with a chuckle. I hated stuck-up bitches like her.

I left the school blinking into the early afternoon sun. A cop was writing a ticket for my Lotus Elan which was blocking the fire lane. I Persuaded him to give me a break, but he looked like a jerk. So I Persuaded him that it was cool to offer female speeders the option of blowing him instead of getting a ticket. In retrospect, I was too nice. He probably got a lot of head before getting his butt fired. I flipped him the bird as I drove off and headed for home. Damn, my head hurt.

Home was a three-million dollar yacht tied up at Point Bright. My blonde cum slaves Lisa and Melanie dropped to their knees when I came aboard, but I waved them away. I had one hell of a hangover, and I had already cum so many times that my prostate felt as dry as a bone. I let them bathe me and dress me in my PJ’s and I fell asleep in the big bed alone.

I woke up when a particularly sadistic beam of sunlight decided it wanted to shine directly in my face. I think I moved out of its way, but it found me every time. Shaking, I reached for the cold beer that Lisa and Melanie are required to keep frosty on my night stand. I gasped, astonished when the mug flew across the room, splattering the precious amber fluid on the rug and wall.

“Haven’t you had enough alcohol for one lifetime?” an acidic voice asked me. I blinked and tried to focus through my booze bleary eyes. A female figure was standing in the sunlight, making it difficult to see anything except a dark silhouette and a brilliant nimbus of fiery red hair. Tara. “It isn’t enough that you kill our son and ruin your own life and mine with it. You have to screw up the lives of these two girls and that whole junior high school too? Damn you, Carl! I came here to try to help you, but now that I see what you’ve turned into, I change my mind. You can go to Hell for all I care.”

“I’m already there,” I moaned. “I’m already in Hell. I keep hearing his little laugh behind me, Tara. When we were in the spin he kept laughing and laughing. He thought it was all part of the ride. He laughed right up until the plane hit the ground.” Tears brimmed in my eyes, and then taking a huge breath I started sobbing uncontrollably.

“Oh, Carl. It’s not your fault that the airplane crashed. You didn’t know how to fly in clouds and you got confused.”

“It IS my fault. I should never have attempted that stunt without getting a lot more practice in with the instructor. And I should have paid more attention to the weather. I thought the clouds were much higher- I could have called air traffic control for a weather report, but I just eyeballed it. God, Tara! If I had only called ATC! Little Carl would still be here today.”

“You don’t know that. You could have been flying some other time and crashed. That little biplane was a death-trap. You didn’t have the experience to fly it. Hell, Carl, you can’t even read past a fourth-grade level. How do you expect to understand how to fly a complicated piece of machinery like that?”

“I’m illiterate, not stupid.” I shot back at her. “But you’re right. I shouldn’t have been flying such an advanced aircraft with so little experience. So you see, even you agree that it’s my fault that Carl Jr. died.”

“OK! I agree.” She said. “But that doesn’t mean you have to ruin your own life too, or the lives of an entire junior high school. Damn it, Carl. You need help. You’re drinking yourself to death, and you’re screwing with the lives of hundreds of people. Look at the girls you have on this boat.”

“Ship. It cost three million dollars.” I countered.

“Ship, boat, whatever. Those two girls think their only purpose in life is to eat your cum. What if one of them is destined to go to school and become a great doctor- maybe find the cure for cancer or something. You’re keeping her here sucking your cock.”

She- I mean they- were pretty good at it too, but I didn’t think it would be smart to mention that to Tara just then. I sighed. “Honey, you’re right about me, and you’re right about Carl Jr., and you’re even right about Lisa and Melanie.” She gave me a puzzled look. “The girls who live on the ship and suck my cock all day.”

“Oh.”

“You’re right about all of it, but what do you want me to do?”

“Carl, I want you to get help. Go to a clinic and have them wring you until all the alcohol is squeezed out. Get a shrink to help you deal with your guilt. Go back to school. Then when you’re better- really better and not just faking it or Persuading your doctors to say you’re better, maybe you can come home.”

“Home?” I asked.

“Louissa Marie misses you,” Tara said, crying. “I miss you too. I miss Carl Jr. so much I can’t sleep sometimes. I keep thinking I hear him moving around in his room, but when I go to look he’s not there. I can’t handle this alone, Carl. We need to be a family again.”

Up to this point, she hadn’t moved from her standing position near where she had kicked the beer mug off my night stand. I reached up to her and she fell into my arms. We held each other close, tears falling on her shoulders and mine. I wanted desperately to make love to her, but I didn’t want to push it. Despite my bath the night before, I still reeked from the alcohol in my sweat. “OK, ok.” I told her. “I’ll check in to a detox center as soon as I can. I’d better take care of a few things first, though.”

“Lisa! Melanie!” I shouted. The girls came running in their cum slut outfits which consisted of a simple shear silk G-string and sandals. They dropped to their knees, clasped their hands behind their backs, and held their mouths open wide. “No, no. Just stand up.” They stood up, disappointed that they would not be receiving a load of hot cum. I turned my Power of Persuasion on them. (((“Lisa, Melanie, you are both released from my service. You will remember the last year as being the nannies for a beautiful baby boy named Carl Jr., whose rich parents live on this yacht. Carl Jr. is in day care now, so your time as nannies is up. You can go home to your families. Go pack your things- except for your cum slut outfits- and get ready for the limo to take you to the airport.")))

“What did you Persuade them of?” asked Tara.

“I told them that they had been nannies for Carl Jr. for the last year. I found them in a High School in Minnesota last year, so I’m flying them home. I’ll write them a check for a hundred thou each and set up a scholarship fund so they can go to college and figure out how to cure cancer.”

“You can have the company jet take them,” Tara agreed. “I’ll call ahead to have it fueled and ready. Do their parents know where they are?”

“Sort of. I Persuaded them to think they got modeling jobs, and I had them sending regular letters. I’d better go along to make sure things get straightened out.”

“As long as you don’t let them straighten out your cock with their mouths or assholes,” Tara allowed.

That left their pussies, but again I felt it better to leave some things unsaid. If Tara still thought that I had a compunction about taking girls’ virginity through Persuasion, that who was I to contradict her?

“Of course, Honey. And when I return I promise I’ll go to whatever clinics or treatments the doctors say I should. And when I’m better, I’ll come home.”

“Home,” said Tara.

“Home.” I agreed, and then kissed her gently.