The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lucy needed to have her. She didn’t know the girl’s name, but she knew she needed to get her hands and lips wrapped around some fun places on that lovely’s body. Lucy had spotted her just walking down the street. How something that beautiful was allowed to be free ranged, she wasn’t sure.

Her heart sank when the woman slipped into a rather large house. She hadn’t intended to be a creepy stalker, just to try to approach her and make conversation.

She stood at the end of the sidewalk, glancing longingly at the door. With a sigh, she began walking away.

‘Keep your head!’ Lucy blinked, staring towards the door. She hadn’t seen the woman standing beside it the moment before. The door was open, and the woman holding it open was dressed in a tight black-and-white tux. At her breast pocket, a stylized mouse was expertly stitched, which somehow made the woman’s words seem all the more important. ‘Come on. Keep your head.’

‘Huh?’ Lucy cautiously approached. Her suspicious eyes glanced between the mouse and the woman’s brown eyes.

‘Keep your head.’ The woman gestured within, her crisp white glove carrying the weight of authority.

Confused, but not willing to pass up the chance, she nodded and stepped inside. The house bustled with life, a party filled with gorgeous women in all manner of dresses, suits, and casual wear not unlike Lucy’s own. She felt like she’d stumbled through a rabbit hole into a secret world as the cacophony of conversation rose and fell as did waves on a beach.

Lucy lost herself amongst the crowd. She searched amongst the glittery dresses for the girl she’d followed in only moments before. She seemed to have disappeared herself within the party, but Lucy would not be deterred.

A woman with dark eyes stepped in front of Lucy, fixing her with a deep stare. ‘One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small.’ She held a small pill bottle, the top already missing, revealing a host of small green and purple pills. ‘Of course, these aren’t the pills that mother gives you. Those don’t do anything at all.’

Lucy wasn’t the kind of woman who usually took pills. She especially wasn’t the kind of woman who took pills from strange women at strange parties. Something about the woman’s eyes struck her as fun, but as she reached out she hesitated. ‘Just what are these? Are they safe?’

‘Go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall.’ Dark eyes glanced across the room to the very same woman Lucy had followed in. She was sitting at an empty table, a chair unoccupied both beside and in front of her. She looked so lonely sipping at her drink. Everything about her posture, her wandering eyes, her tight glittery dress, screamed that she was waiting for someone. She was looking for someone. ‘Go. Go ask Alice. I think she’ll know.’

Unsure, but more unsure of what to do if she refused, Lucy approached Alice at her table. The dark-eyed woman followed just behind her. She placed a hand tenderly at the small of Lucy’s back as they walked.

‘Kate!’ Alice grinned as the two approached, patting the chair to one side of her, and then with her leg under the table pushed out the chair directly in front of Lucy.

‘Well, call Alice . . . when she was just small.’ Kate wiggled the pill bottle in front of Alice. The woman quickly stole it away, popping a couple of the brightly coloured pills into her mouth, washing them down with wine.

Lucy watched as Alice mewled and slumped against Kate’s arm. With such an erotic sight painted before her it was hard to be upset that the girl she’d found was already claimed. Alice’s eyes instantly turned to glass as she rubbed against Kate with a series of breathy moans. Whatever was in those pills looked to be exquisite.

Long fingers with dark-painted nails carefully took the pill bottle back, again offering it to Lucy. ‘Told you Alice would know.’

Lucy shrugged and popped a pair into her mouth without concern for the colours, washing it down with Alice’s wine. ‘And what happens if you take both?’

‘You’ll know when the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go. Just watch out for the Red Queen.’ Kate’s lips curled into a lazy grin. ‘Remember what the dormouse said.’

Idly, Lucy wondered if she meant door mouse, or dormouse, or if they weren’t the same thing. She also wondered how long she’d been staring down into the wineglass. Ripples in the otherwise perfect surface reflected the sound of the room echoing around her. The lights shimmering in the wine were filled with colour, and in turn she felt she was filled with colour. Without thinking, she swallowed down more of the lights.

When she glanced up, Alice and Kate were gone. The crowd seemed to have shifted around her. She could have sworn there was a table where women now danced. A woman she could have sworn had been wearing a red dress was wearing a white blouse over an impossibly small red skirt.

Lucy stood and promptly fell to her hands and knees.

Around her the lights laughed, while inside of her the lights assured her she was only a little dizzy. She reached back for her chair and used it to rise to her feet.

Her legs felt impossibly long. Glancing down felt like looking down from the edge of a cliff. She only barely caught herself from falling again. Her head was spinning. If she looked up, the lights seemed to swirl and dance, whispers coming from within to assure her that was what they were supposed to do.

Women walked past her. Some looked hungry. Some looked apologetic.

A woman dressed in white lace, stylised to look like medieval armour, offered her arm as she approached. ‘Raed, em htiw emoc.’

‘What . . . what did you just say . . .?’ Lucy moaned, rubbing at her head. Whispers at the edge of her thoughts suggested she should go with the white knight. Other whispers suggested she just stare and moan.

‘Dnah a esu dluoc uoy ekil kool uoy. Em htiw emoc dias I.’ The white-laced woman seemed so genuine, and her skin looked so milky smooth. With a shrug, Lucy took her arm and fell against it. She’d only had half a glass of wine, but those pills were something else.

White lace drew her closer, and in its warmth Lucy felt more tender than she had ever felt in her life. Her body trembled at the faintest touches of fingers through her hair. She moaned as she rubbed into her new friend in a manner that were it not so adorably inebriated would seem vulgar.

They stopped at another table, and Lucy moaned in alarm and shock. Kate, now dressed in green, was taking a long slow drag from the end of an ornate glass hookah. With a grin, she pulled it from her lips, exhaling a slow plume of smoke. ‘Did you go hunting rabbits, Lucy?’

‘Luc- . . . how did you know my name? What was in those . . . mmmmm . . .’ The smoke billowed around Lucy, and its sweet scent tasted like silk felt. She inhaled it deep within herself, moaning and trembling as her body tingled and burned.

‘Did you go hunting rabbits, Lucy? Did you know you were going to fall?’

‘Yessss . . .’ Lucy moaned, nuzzling her face into the shoulder of her white-laced champion. ‘Such a pretty rabbit . . . I think . . . my mind is moving slow . . .’

Kate smiled, slowly standing before her fingers teased along Lucy’s cheek. ‘When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead it’s very important to remember what the dormouse said.’

‘Don’t remem-mm!’ A dark nail slipped past Lucy’s lips, placing another pair of pills on her tongue. For a moment she struggled against the urge to swallow. A lace-covered hand clasped over her lips, tight. With a pitiful moan, Lucy swallowed and clenched her thighs. ‘Mmmm don’t remember what she saaaaid!’

‘That’s fine dear. That’s completely fine.’ Kate’s finger traced along the poor girl’s freed lips. ‘Everyone always remembers it wrong, anyway. Feed your head, Lucy. Feed your head. I’ve given you the call.’ Another pill slid past her lips, but this time Lucy swallowed immediately.

Lucy moaned, gazing longingly into Kate’s dark eyes. ‘Mmm what’re you . . . doing to me . . .?’

Kate melted her lips into Lucy’s, and the world for Lucy melted into a haze of warmth and colour. ‘Go ask Alice. I think she’ll know.’