The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The restaurant was quiet, the lunch rush having come and gone, and Serena, Jenn, and Daniel were idling with tea and desserts before taking on the afternoon. They were talking about the NADA party of three days earlier, Daniel still reeling from the whole experience.

“I asked a med student friend of mine yesterday,” said Serena, “and what you described sounds like a stroke.”

“Marjorie had a stroke?”

“That’s the most likely thing, he said. It happened without warning, yes?”

Daniel nodded. “Yeah, just before... well... as she was about to... well... sit on Radhu.”

“Those little fucks,” growled Jenn. “Those NADA fucks. Explain to me why we’re not sicking the cops on them? They tried to mutilate Radhu, for fuck’s sake!”

“I talked to the cops, and they did send someone to investigate, but no one’s talking. More to the point, no one who was at that party is saying that anything like what I described happened. It’s my word and Radhu’s against everyone else’s, and since Radhu was not really hurt, there’s not a shred of evidence backing us up. And the way Radhu’s been acting since the incident, well, it’s not lending him any credibility. If only I had snapped some videos or something, but no.”

“So they’re just going to get away with it?” Jenn was incensed, had been for the past two days. She had taken it upon herself to care for Radhu, who was recovering from the ordeal in his apartment. Physically, he was fine—a few bruises from the beating he had suffered when he was jumped and captured, all healing nicely— but mentally he was a wreck. Daniel could commiserate. Had he been that close to being horribly castrated, he probably would have flipped out too. The doctor had prescribed narcotics, with the view that the main thing that would help him was rest, but Jenn had reported that even through the drug haze Radhu’s sleep was agitated, and he was suffering from nightmares.

“Well, the cops are going to keep an eye on the place,” said Serena, “and I managed to convince my editor at the Daily to do a bit of investigative reporting on NADA. So with luck, we can expose them for something, if not specifically for what they did to Radhu.”

Jenn looked barely mollified by that statement, but did not continue.

“Meanwhile,” continued Serena, “we seem to have lost Marjorie again.”

“That same guy was there, though, the guy from the alley. Not sure what it means. He’s the one pimping her out?”

“Maybe. And what’s the story with those medallions?”

“Yeah,” added Jenn. “That was creepy.”

“I don’t know,” said Daniel. “I think it was just a gimmick, but no one’s talking.”

“You said you’d talk to your friend Cindy about it. Did you?” asked Serena.

“Yes, today, in class. She said she had no idea what I was talking about—she has no recollections of medallions, or anything funny going on. She said that NADA asked her to be a waitress at the party, and help with the entertainment. I didn’t even bother asking her about boinking the guests, her or the other girls. Frankly, she sounded so convincing that she made me doubt my own sanity.”

“But you were there,” said Serena, “and you saw what happened, what they did. Even if they deny it, it doesn’t change the facts.”

Daniel shook his head. “Everyone seems to be acting like absolutely nothing weird was happening there, and they’re pretty adamant about it.”

“Wait,” interrupted Jenn. “Was that Cindy from class? Blonde, short-skirts Cindy?”

“Yup.”

“Wow! And... did you...?”

“No! Of course not!”

“Fine, fine... just checking.”

“At least we now have another venue of investigation,” mused Serena. “We can try to find out who the girls worked for. Cindy told you that NADA asked her to help them out. What about the other girls? If we can find out who supplied their services...”

“Could be the same guy that sent Marjorie to visit Lake, our drug-dealing friend.”

Serena nodded. “Our elusive Snowman. Might be. By the way, I called him a couple of days back, at the number that Lake gave us, left a voicemail. Told him that a friend of a friend game me his number, that I wanted to host a party and was looking for some entertainment, and was told that he might be able to help me out, and that I was to ask for MD.”

“You think he’ll bite?”

“Who knows? Meanwhile, I have to look into that frat again. You said every waitress there had one of those charms bracelet, right? Can’t be a coincidence, that. It’s time for me to confront those friendly folks at Delta Iota Kappa. Jenn, what’s wrong?”

Jenn had made a face at the first mention of the fraternity.

“Sorry,” she said. “Guess I’m still wound up because of what happened to Radhu and my emotions are just a bit close to the surface. I’ve been having a few... issues with that frat, lately.”

“What do you mean?”

Jenn looked at Daniel. “You remember that guy, Biff, we met in the Quad a few weeks ago?” How could he forget? Jenn, playing out one of his fantasies when he used his last card from their mind-control game, had been making out with this guy Jackson from the frat when another frat brother, Biff, had interrupted them by coming on to Jenn in a fairly rude manner.

“Well,” Jenn continued, “He’s been following me. At least, I’ve seen him around a lot more, and he’s often looking at me.”

“Maybe you’re just noticing him more because now you know him. I mean, you realize that there are many boys that look at you throughout the day, don’t you? You’re kind of beautiful, love.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think that’s it. It’s the way he looks at me— makes my hair stand on edge. Trust me, a girl can sense these things. There are different kind of looks, and some just make your skin crawl.”

Serena nodded in agreement, and grabbed Jenn’s hand and squeezed it. “And then there was this morning,” Jenn went on, her jaw setting, “after my Modern Novel class. He was waiting for me outside of the classroom. He had this cocky look on his face. I was with a friend, and when he made a restroom stop, Biff came out of nowhere. He put one of his big hands on my ass and squeezed. I turned around to tell him to fuck off but he towered over me and I stepped back until my back hit the wall. He put his hand by my face and I tried to slap it away but he just grabbed my wrist and pinned my arm above my head. I started to scream but his other hand clamped itself on my mouth. I was trapped. And there was no one around. Biff was leering at me, and I remember thinking that it was good that both of his hands were busy because otherwise he had a look in his eyes that spelled out quite clearly that he would have liked nothing more than run those hands all over me.

“And then he spoke, his voice low, almost a growl. ‘You left in a rush last time, doll, before we could have our fun. A shame. We could have had a good time, you and I. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve seen on this godforsaken shithole. Don’t worry though, we’ll have another chance. Before too long, I promise you, I’ll get to know all the nooks and crannies of this perfect little body of yours. And you’ll beg me, I swear, you’ll beg me with your legs spread wide to stretch out that little cunt of yours. You’ll see. You’ll be my slut, I promise you. And you’ll love every second of it.’ He leaned down as if to kiss me, and I was trying to find the right angle to slam my knee between his legs when my friend came out of the restroom and jumped on Biff, who had no difficulty pushing my friend back, but I did manage to scramble away. Biff pointed a finger at me and told me ‘You’ll beg me to fuck you, doll,’ then he laughed and left.”

Daniel and Serena were shocked silent at the story. They both crowded around Jenn, who looked vaguely upset. “Jenn, my god...”

“I’m okay,” she dismissed Daniel’s concern with a wave of the hand. “I mean, it was scary, but there was no real danger. Although I think I’ll be a bit more systematic about carrying my pepper spray from now on.”

“Fucking jerk,” said Serena. “You want me to go beat him up?”

“Hey, that’s my line,” said Daniel.

“You can hold his arms down when I kick him in the nads.”

“Let’s go then.”

“It’s okay, guys, let it go. But thanks.”

Serena made a face, then pulled out her notepad. “Biff... Biff from Delta Iota Kappa. Why does that name ring a bell?” She thumbed through her notes. “Ah, here we go. Biff Cusker. A junior. And cousin to Kevin Cusker, president of Delta Iota Kappa. So that Biff guy is well connected. Perhaps it may be worthwhile to ask him a few questions while we’re crushing his nuts.”

“He doesn’t strike me as the type to have answers, at least not any that aren’t grunts.”

“Bet he would know how best to get in touch with his cousin, though. Just something to keep in mind, it’s all I’m saying.”

Jenn looked at her watch. “Right. Yoga starting in fifteen minutes. Just enough time to get there.” She turned to Daniel. “Catch you at home later? Next lunch’s on me.”

She kissed him, waved goodbye to Serena, then left in a hurry. Daniel, as was his habit, watched her walk away.

“Ah... love... ain’t that a beautiful thing,” mocked Serena. “So what’s with this Biff guy?”

“What do you mean?”

“You reacted weird, that’s all.”

“He practically threatened to rape her!”

“Right. So why did you look guilty?”

“Just drop it, okay?”

“Fine. Watch me drop it. Plump. On the floor. So what about you two then? Talked about next year’s plans yet?”

“What’s with the nosiness today?”

“Occupational hazard. So?”

“Do you see me asking you all sort of personal questions?” Daniel took a mock-interviewing tone. “So, Miss Banks, have you shagged anyone lately?”

“Sunday. Nice thick cock, too, the kind that when he’s fully inside you, you can’t breathe.”

“Fuck, I don’t need to know this—”

“Fuck indeed. Stamina of a long-distance runner. Loves to take me from behind, says he really enjoys the view. And we actually talked at some point. Might be a keeper. Any other questions?”

Daniel sighed in defeat. “We’re set to talk about it, Jenn and I, this weekend. I’m taking her out to Da Maurizio.”

“Wow, fancy.”

“Well, I figured that we’ll make it a celebration. She’s going to get her scholarship, and I’ll be with her in Austin.”

“That’s amazing! Oh, I’ll miss you guys so much!”

“Come to Texas too, then. The more the merrier.”

“We’ll see. Did you get the job then, the one you were talking about?”

“The Institute for Democracy. I talked to them—they like me, I like them, and I’m still on the fence. I may want to take a break for a bit and figure out what I want to be when I grow up.”

“Cheers to that.”

“Huh, Serena? You very busy right now?”

“Not really, why?”

“While we’re downtown, there’s something I’d like you to come see with me. I need a girl’s opinion on this one.”

The Delta Iota Kappa fraternity house was a large two hundred years old mansion dominating Fraternity Row, set back from the street, and protected by large oak trees that both shielded the plan and gave it an air of grandeur.

Inside, the original interior had given way several decades earlier to a layout designed to accommodate several dozen students living together. While the ground floor had remained essentially unchanged— a grand ballroom, some living space, and an insanely large kitchen— the upper floors had been redivided with smaller rooms for housing brothers, as well as offices for official fraternity business.

It was in one of those offices, the one assigned to the fraternity president, an elected position disputed every two years, that Kevin Cusker could be found that day.

The young president, a graduate student in cognitive psychology, was reclining in his oversized chair behind an oak desk rumored to have belonged to the founder of the fraternity.

“Oh, that’s very nice... Come on, you can take a bit more in. Yes, oh yes... just like that.”

Between his legs, a blonde girl, fully decked out in her Darnell Mountain Lions cheerleader uniform, was lavishly sucking his cock, bobbing her head up and down and taking a bit more than half of the shaft into her mouth on each downstroke. Her blonde hair, gathered in a long ponytail behind her, swayed with every thrust of her head, a sight Kevin found fascinating. He stared down at the girl’s chest, still covered by her sweater bearing the logo of the school’s football team, and marveled at the girl’s shape. She had the classical cheerleader’s body: tall, with long gentle curves that lead to two long legs that looked perfect in that diminutive skirt her cheerleading team wore. Legs that had fueled many a student’s fantasy over the past year. Yes, she had been a good choice. And her blow job skills were coming along nicely, too. He moaned as she sucked on the head of his cock particularly hard. Coming along very nicely indeed. He toyed once again with the idea of having her strip and reveal that incredible body of hers, and taking her, but he reminded himself of exactly why she was here. Besides, she looked good kneeling between his legs, and he was greatly enjoying her oral skills. The charms bracelet on her wrist caught the light as she jacked him off in time with her sucking.

The door to his office opened, and Kevin felt a pang of annoyance. Only two people entered his office without knocking. His thick cousin, Biff, and Doctor Cargyle. Since Biff usually betrayed his presence with a heavy footstep and overbearing physicality, Kevin had to assume that it was the good doctor dropping by for a visit. Good timing, he thought, putting his hands on the blonde cheerleader’s head and guiding it further down onto his cock. Her mouth was warm and wet, and what she was doing with her tongue was fantastic.

“I see you’re busy,” said the doctor. “Should I come back later?”

“It’s quite all right, please come in. I’m just testing out this girl’s programming. She’s good. And a looker, too. A good find.”

“If you say so. I just work on them. I don’t do recruiting.”

Kevin sighed. The doctor could be touchy at times, and this sounded like one of those times. He pressed on the blonde’s head to push his cock further into her mouth, and he could feel her gag as the cock hit the back of her throat.

“Of course, doctor, of course. Tell me, how is the girl doing, Marjorie?”

“She’s not doing well. I hate to say I told you so, but frankly, I told you so. She was not ready. She wasn’t ready when you started sending her out on assignments, as you call them. And she wasn’t ready when you sent her to that NADA thing. Look, I’m only now starting to understand how to keep a subject activated for prolonged periods of time, and while Marjorie was an excellent subject under lab conditions, she wasn’t ready for unsupervised long-term activations. She had a psychotic episode. She’s sedated now, and resting, but I don’t think she’ll ever be the same again. She may never be able to function, period. If she even wakes up.”

“So is she going to be stark raving mad, or just a vegetable?”

“Either’s a possibility at this point. Or anything in between.”

“Well, worse come to worse, I have some contacts that are always looking for girls and that don’t really care that much about their mental health, or whether they’re awake or not for that matter. We’ll just have to find other subjects for your experiments.”

Doctor Cargyle shook his head. “As long as you promise me that you won’t send them out there. I’m telling you what I told you then, now with evidence in hand: it is a bad idea. Perhaps one day, with enough research, but not now. I mean, already peddling the girl for payments and favors was risky—”

“Doctor, you made your objections abundantly clear at our last meeting. As I told you then, the frat voted—”

“Bull. The frat does what you want it to do, Kevin. The brothers are eating out of your hand. Dammit, my involvement here was supposed to be kept low profile. I can’t afford to be exposed. My former employers are not the most understanding of people.”

“Your former employers don’t know where you are, doctor. And this is indeed a low profile operation—”

“The bracelets, sure, that’s as low profile as such things can be. When we program a girl for use by the frat brothers, at least, only frat brothers can activate them. And the brothers are more or less sworn to secrecy. But those quasi-abductions like the Marjorie girl, or the trick with the medallions at that NADA thing, or what you did to that police officer, that’s stupid, and dangerous. It’s bound to attract attention.”

“It is lucrative though, and in the case of the police officer, good protection. The NADA folks paid very good money for the service of the girls that evening.”

“Bull again. You’re not hurting for money, not to the extend of risking attracting the attention of my former employers.”

No, thought Kevin, it wasn’t a money thing. The blonde cheerleader was still dutifully sucking him off, saliva dripping on her chin, totally absorbed in her actions, oblivious to the presence of the doctor. He motioned to her to make less noise, but to continue her ministrations. At least, it was not a money thing for him. But he had a constituency to consider. His fellow brothers had elected him as president on his strengths as a purveyor of easy pussy. That was the blunt truth. When the doctor had shown up on campus almost a year ago, on the run from his former company and looking both for a place to hide and to continue his research, Kevin had seized the opportunity. He had agreed to hide the doctor at the frat house and treat him as an esteemed if elusive guest, and to let him set up a lab in the basement, in exchange for using some of the technological know-how of the good doctor to program girls to make them available to his frat brothers. That platform got him elected as president, and he was keen on preserving it. His brothers, in recent months, have felt there was more opportunities to be had with the tricks that the doctor had brought with him, and while Kevin had to veto their most outlandish schemes, he also had to let them have their way once in a while. The idea of turning a girl—Marjorie—into a whore for the frat was such an idea. There was probably some suitable quote on democracy and compromise he could use here, but it didn’t come to him.

“I mean,” continued the doctor, “it’s bad enough that I had to go out there and keep an eye out on that Marjorie girl myself and risk exposure, but that reporter, Serena Banks, is hot on her trail. She called me a few days ago, did you know that? She’s trying to set up MD as entertainment to a party. How she got my number is anyone’s guess, but since she used my Snowman monicker, I guess someone that hired MD must have talked.”

“Serena Banks? I know that name. She’s been sniffing around the frat for a while now. And she’s also the one you told me ran after Marjorie at the Spirited Flesh a couple of weeks ago?”

“Yes. And it turns out she’s friends with those guys that were nosing around the NADA party asking about MD. She’s going to be trouble.”

“And you said she got in touch with you? Trying to set up a little evening with MD? Perhaps it is time to accommodate Miss Banks. Is she cute?”

“Let’s say that she would certainly please certain members of the fraternity.”

“Is there anything you can do to help make sure that Miss Banks stops looking for her friend? Then Miss Banks gets a little adjustment and a shiny charms bracelet, and the fraternity gets a new toy to play with. And you get to do some research. Everybody wins.”

Doctor Cargyle raised an eyebrow, and mused. “Perhaps I can try some selective memory elimination and implantation... There was this one technique that I was hoping to test...”

Kevin moaned as the blonde cheerleader at his feet, eyes tearing up, managed to push the head of his cock into her throat for the first time, and the sensations on his cock were overwhelming. Soon, he thought, she’d be able to swallow any cock as deep as needed, a skill he knew was highly praised by his frat brothers. She was a fast learner.

“All right, doctor,” Kevin interrupted, returning his attention to the man in front of him who was still rambling about memory erasure. “I’ll let you work out the best way to deal with the Banks girl. In the meantime, I have a present for you.” Much to his chagrin, he pulled the cheerleader’s head off of his lap. “Trish,” he addressed the girl, “please go stand by the couch.”

The cheerleader nodded, saying nothing in response, and only stood and walked to the designated spot. The doctor followed her with his eyes, not unappreciative of the young girl’s beauty. Her school sweater was tight, certainly, and her cheerleading skirt was short and exposed her delicious long legs, but it was the heels that clinched it, since cheerleaders rarely wore spike heels quite that high. They did wonder for her legs, though. She stood at attention, head held high, utterly calm. The doctor was running his eyes up and down her body.

“As I said, doctor, this girl is a present for you. My brothers and I wanted to show you how much we appreciate your contribution to our fraternity during the last year. And we figured what better way to do so than by helping you indulge one of your fantasies?”

The doctor turned his head to look at Kevin, his eyes trailing just a fraction of a second behind as if not wanting to leave the girl. “You mean?...”

“Yes, she is a virgin. From what we’ve managed to gather, she was saving herself for marriage, a rather quaint idea. Quite religious, although I expect that will change in the coming years. We caught her at just the right time.”

“And she has been programmed? Well, I guess she has, otherwise she wouldn’t be here, would she?” The doctor looked down and saw the silver charms bracelet on the girl’s wrist. “Funny, I don’t remember programming her.”

Kevin shrugged. “We do have a couple of smart folks here with us. And they were willing to pull some overtime to help figure out a way to thank you. So they took care of the programming. Although to be honest, I’m not so sure the programming’s any good, so you’ll probably want to check her out before we send her out there. But right here, right now, she should be fine. I was testing her oral skills just now. She’s pretty naturally talented.”

“How did you know?”

“How did I know that you have a—shall we say—thing for virginal young things? People hear stuff, remember stuff.” He shrugged again. “And that’s not it, is it? There’s more. So we’ve also thrown in a little something special for you. Trish,” he said, addressing the girl, “open your eyes to your dick brother.”

The blonde girl did not change her position, still at attention in the middle of the room, but her eyes now showed what could only be described as panic. The doctor noticed immediately.

“Wait, you let her be aware of her actions?”

“But her body still reacts to the programming only, and not to her will, yes indeed. It took some work, but the guys figured out a way to do that.”

“Mucking about with someone’s brain is not trivial, you know that. Those guys of yours might have done irremediable damage to this girl.”

“Well, if she’s broken beyond fixing, we can give her the same treatment that awaits the Marjorie girl.”

“You callousness towards human life would have made my former employers proud, you know.”

Kevin smiled easily. Whatever moral qualms he had were thoroughly compartmentalized.

“Just enjoy your gift, doctor, and let’s save the ethics debate for later, shall we?”

“Fine. Do you mind if—”

“Please, go ahead.” Kevin gestured to the blonde cheerleader. “Trish, you will obey the good doctor like you would me. Doctor, she’s all yours. Would you like me to leave?”

“No need.” The doctor stood and slowly walked towards the blonde girl who was still standing motionless, with a frightened look in her eyes. He ran his hand down the side of her face, pushing a strand of hair and hooking it behind her ear, then ran his hand down to her chest, caressing the girl’s breasts through the sweater. He slid one hand under the sweater to squeeze the ripe flesh directly. Kevin knew she was not wearing a bra. The doctor locked his eyes on hers, wanting to catch every nuance of her expression. He smiled when his hand trailed down to her legs, sliding up the inside of a thigh and pulling her short skirt up as his hand found her pussy unobstructed by any panties. He ran his finger through her slit, then pulled it up and showed it to her.

“You’re wet,” he whispered. “Your body knows what’s what, even if your mind doesn’t. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Who knows, by the time we’re done here, you might even discover you like sex.”

He looked at her a moment longer, then gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her to service him. Trish moved then, and quickly grabbed the doctor by the head and pulled her lips up to his and kissed him—a ferocious, hungry kiss. He responded in kind, wasting no time to reach down, lift her skirt again, and this time fondling her ass, round and soft and very receptive to his caresses. Kevin, from behind his desk, looked at the proceedings with an interested eye. His cock was still hard, and he hoped the doctor might invite him to join in.

Trish had broken the kiss, and was now pushing her body up and down against the doctor, looking for all the world like a stripper against her pole. She was making little cooing noises, and Kevin was once more amazed at how the technology that the doctor had brought with him, courtesy of his former employers, could so effectively rewire a human brain so that it acted so against its own volition. Here was this girl, by all accounts prude and raised to believe that anything sexual with a man who was not her husband would earn her a permanent vacation in the pits of Hell, yet here she was rubbing her cunt against a stranger, about to lose her virginity to him, and looking nothing less than perfectly eager. Well, except for the look in her eyes, thought Kevin, shaking his head to himself. Well, if that was part of the doctor’s twisted fantasy, who was he to judge? Come to think of it, for a man whose research revolved around the notions of will and identity, that his fantasy life would involve subverting those same notions was hardly surprising.

Before him, the doctor had made his way to the couch lined up against one wall of his office. He was stripped down to only his shirt, and sported an impressive erection. He was sitting down, his legs spread, and he motioned for Trish to strip, a hand on his dick. Trish complied with a smile. She shimmied out of her sweater first, and the doctor and Kevin drank in the view of her large breasts bouncing around, unfettered by any constraint. The skirt she had on was much less problematic; she simply unclipped the side and it fell at her feet, leaving her completely naked but for her heels. The doctor just admired her for several seconds, and Trish obliged, thrusting a leg forward and arching her back to emphasize her chest.

“Fuck you’re beautiful!” said the doctor, an uncharacteristic rumble in his voice. “And you’re sure you’re still a virgin?”

Trish replied in a sing-song voice befitting a cheerleader. Kevin wondered if the boys had programmed that in too. After all, he knew that Trish was an English major, and supposedly a fairly good one at that. “Yes, sir. I’ve been saving myself for marriage. The body is sacred, and a gift to us from the Lord.”

“Yours certainly is. But before we argue theology, how about some oral worship?” He reclined on the couch, legs spread, his dick hard and pointing straight up.

Trish went down to her knees in front of the doctor, and repeated her earlier performance when Kevin was the target of her skills. She once again started slowly, licking the head of the cock bobbing in front of her, one of her hands jacking up and down the stiff shaft, before taking the head between her lips and sucking it in. Before long, Trish’s head was bobbing up and down, taking most of the doctor in her mouth, her ponytail bouncing rhythmically. The doctor was moaning softly, slumped into the soft cushions, his eyes closed.

Kevin, still sitting behind his desk, his own dick clamoring for attention, looked at the doctor enjoying his foreplay, and noted how silent he was. Ah, old people, he thought. Always kind to women.

Kevin shifted his gaze from the doctor’s face to Trish, still busy sucking, completely oblivious to the world. Like all the other girls, she had been programmed to sexually satisfy the brother who uttered her trigger sentence, while still retaining enough of her personality to avoid her simply acting as an automaton, a robot. It was actually fairly simple, all things considered, to wipe our someone’s mind and have them blindly follow commands, the doctor had explained to him, but aside from the fact that they were then nothing more than flesh Barbie dolls—pretty but ultimately somewhat unsatisfying—they also tended to be accident prone and utterly incapable of the simplest reasoning tasks. The skills of the doctor lay in his knowing how to retain enough of the higher-level functions of the brain so that the programmed person remained able to interact and engage and reason— able to, say, cross the street without getting killed—but still obeyed instructions.

Kevin looked at Trish, pleased with his choice. When Kevin had requested they try to find a virgin, his brothers in charge of choosing girls to run through programming and get fitted with bracelets—the dick girls—told him he might have to settle for some lesser quality material, but Trish was as pretty as any of the other girls they had already acquired.

Trish was almost down on all four between the doctor’s leg, letting him dictate the thrusts of her face on his cock—he had her head in his hands and was pushing and pulling her down. Without the use of her hands, Trish was completely at the doctor’s mercy, but she let herself be guided without complaint—in fact, if the slurping and sucking sounds were any indication, she was enthusiastic about it. The position she was in thrust her ass up, giving Kevin a perfect view. He had the sudden desire to drive his cock into that blonde cheerleader from behind, forcibly ripping her into adulthood. Perhaps he should call up another girl to service him while Trish and the doctor were getting it on?

The doctor eventually pulled Trish off his cock, a long strand of saliva connecting it still to Trish’s mouth as she tried to catch her breath. The doctor told her to lie down and spread her legs. Trish did so, and the sight was a beautiful one. The blonde cheerleader spread her long legs wide, and the doctor kneeled between them and asked Trish to pulled her legs up and hold them under her knees. She did so, and the doctor stared at her snatch that opened up slightly in that position. The doctor stared a long time, Trish waiting patiently, Kevin wondering what he was doing. The doctor then asked Trish to look at him. She did. Kevin could just imagine what the doctor was seeing. Fear? Panic? The knowledge that what she had worked so hard to preserve in those last years would be taken away from her very soon, with her body’s unwilling participation? The poor girl probably did not understand what was happening, why she could not stop herself from exposing herself as she did, from offering herself to that man, why her body was so aroused by the idea. The doctor stared a long time, unhurriedly stroking his cock.

The room was silent. The doctor was not the vocal type, and Trish’s programming automatically picked up on that, and kept her from talking much herself. When the doctor lied down on top of the girl, who was still holding her knees up, and pushed his cock into her in one long, slow thrust, she only moaned. The doctor was looking straight into her eyes as he tore into her virgin womb, probably to catch all the details of the violation that the blonde cheerleader was feeling. Kevin had to admit that while it was a fucked up fantasy, it was kind of a turn on. Too bad his friends warned him that this was an unstable feature, for he was sure that some of the brothers would get a kick out of fucking girls who were aware but could do nothing about it. Perhaps the risk of instability was worth it. He would have to discuss this with the doctor, who at that moment had his cock pushed fully inside Trish and was not moving, eyes locked on the blonde girl who was making small movements with her hips. Then the doctor slowly pulled his cock out, before pushing it back fully inside once again. Trish’s back arched and she moaned. This dance repeated itself with greater intensity and soon the doctor was fucking the blonde girl with long hard thrusts that elicited groans and shook the small girl’s frame, making her breasts bounce enticingly. She was still holding her legs up by the knees.

The doctor finally shoved hard into the girl with a great twist of the hips, and Kevin could tell he was exploding inside her. After a while, he collapsed on top of Trish, and she caressed his hair much as a lover would.

His gaze crossed Kevin’s and made a vaguely apologetic face. “Sorry for just investing your office like this.”

“Not a worry,” replied Kevin. “I was kind of expecting that anyways. Besides, it was a good show. She’s pretty good, isn’t she?”

“Hell yeah! She’s amazing. Where did you find her?”

“English department, of all places. Like she needs to be able to read to cheer her little tushy off. Say, you should get her to clean that up for you.” Kevin was nodding at that doctor’s cock, which had slipped out of Trish’s pussy, and was coated with a mixture of her juices, his cum, and faint traces of blood.

“Huh, sure. You got a towel or something?”

“Or she can just use her mouth. She’s here to please you, you know.”

“Oh. Right. Of course.”

The doctor rolled over to sit with his back against the seat of the couch, legs spread, and Trish, who had followed the conversation, leaned over and took the doctor’s cock back in her mouth, cleaning her juices off the now soft member.

Kevin stared at the girl between his associate’s legs, and at the perfect ass sticking straight up in the air once more, and grunted. Why not? He cleared his throat.

“So, I realize that she’s your gift right now and all, but she never finished her blow job before, and left me kind of dangling, so to speak. Would you mind if I...” He left his sentence hang in the air. Just what were the conversational conventions on asking someone whether you could fuck their toy?

The doctor understood immediately. “By all means. Help yourself. You don’t mind if I have her continue? Her mouth feels delightful, and I may just get hard again.”

“Not at all,” replied Kevin, standing up and unbuttoning his fly. “I have my eyes on another part of her anatomy anyways. Time to teach her doggy style. Oh, and thank you.”

Trish had heard everything and seemed to be anticipating the frat president’s cock, as she started swaying her ass left and right in slow, almost hypnotic movements, keeping time with her sucking. The doctor’s cock was starting to get hard again, and she had gone from simply cleaning the shaft to blowing him, her head bobbing up and down on the hardening member, taking most of it into her mouth, slurping loudly.

Kevin kneeled behind the blonde girl, and ran a hand over the offered backside. It felt wonderful, soft and yielding. Putting his hand between her legs, he ran a finger through her slit, making the girl moan around the cock in her mouth.

“Ah yes,” he said. “Our little virgin really liked her first experience getting fucked, didn’t she? Was it all you were hoping for? Do you want more? Tell me.”

Trish pulled her head off the doctor’s cock momentarily, and looked back at Kevin. “Yes, please, put it in, stuff me, fuck me.” He loved the expression deep in her eyes, there for all to see—the disbelief, the fear, the complete lack of understanding at having no control over her own body. He could definitely grow to like it.

“Tell me then how much you want it inside you—tell me how stupid you were to wait for so long to feel a man’s cock inside you. Beg me to teach you all those things that you haven’t learned because you were too high and mighty to let a man enjoy that fucking body of yours. Go on,” he slapped her ass, a short sharp slap of the hand that sent her cheeks jiggling, “tell me.” Unlike the doctor, Kevin liked his sex noisy.

Trish was still looking back at him, the wanton look on her face belied by the one in her eyes. She was jacking off the doctor, her hand pumping up and down the now completely hard shaft.

“Please,” she moaned, “I’m so sorry I waited so long to get fucked. I know better now—there’s nothing more wonderful than being completely filled with male flesh. I promise I’ll be the best fuck you’ve ever had. I know I have a lot to learn, but I’ll be a good student. I’ll watch porn. I’ll learn everything that makes a woman attractive to a man—I’ll learn to suck cock like a crack whore, I’ll learn to make a man come by squeezing him just with my cunt, I’ll learn the best way to wrap my tits around a cock. I’ll let you slap me around if you want, tie me up. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. I’ll be your slut, your whore, your pet—just please stuff your cock inside me, please!” She pushed her ass back towards Kevin, lifting it even higher, beckoning.

Kevin smiled, slapped her ass once more and poised himself at the threshold of her pussy. “Go back to sucking the doctor’s cock, my little blonde slut. I want you to make him blow his load with only your mouth and swallow everything. Show him what a good little cock slut you are.”

And when Trish had turned her head back and pushed it down onto the doctor’s cock as ordered, Kevin pushed his own shaft inside her. Trish moaned around the flesh in her throat, and Kevin marveled at the tightness he encountered as his cock seemed to part the blonde’s insides. He did not remember ever entering so tight an orifice. It felt amazing. He pushed his cock all the way in, eliciting a groan from Trish, though whether from pleasure or pain he could not tell.

They quickly settled on a rhythm where Trish sucked the doctor noisily while Kevin fucked her with mighty lunges that sent the girl shaking. The doctor could not take that level of stimulation for long, and with a loud groan grabbed Trish’s head and pushed his hips up and came deep inside the girl’s mouth, forcing her to swallow frantically to avoid choking. Kevin was getting close as well, and the visual of Trish being fed cum from the doctor was doing its job getting him even closer to the finish line. His thrusts became more vigorous, and Trish, whose mouth was now free, moaned and groaned in time with his cock bottoming out. Her pussy was squeezing his cock delightfully, and he could feel the tension in his balls announcing an imminent ejaculation. He thought for a moment about spewing deep inside her, asking her to turn her head and look at him while he desecrated her womb, but finally decided he wanted something else.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “turn around and suck me.” He slapped her ass again, and Trish scrambled to twist and take his cock in her mouth. She barely had time to wrap her lips around the head when he shoved hard, banging the back of her throat, making her gag, and the feel of her throat squeezing around his cock was the final straw and he unloaded. Trish was caught by surprise, and she struggled against his hands which were keeping her head down against his spurting shaft. Semen came out of her nose and some dribbled down the sides of her mouth, and she was having problems breathing. Kevin eventually let her go, and she collapsed on the ground, coughing and retching.

Kevin winked at the doctor, who had watched the finale silently, and reached for his pants.

“Welcome to Delta Iota Kappa, my little blonde cheerleader. I think you will be very popular here. Now, what do we say?”

Trish, having caught her breath, looked up at Kevin, panic still clear in her eyes, but her expression a smiling one, with just a hint of naughtiness. “Thank you for a great fuck, sir. I hope I pleased you, and that you’ll want to use my body again. I promise I’ll do better next time. Do you want me to clean you up?”

Kevin smiled. “Maybe later.” He turned to the doctor. “Doc, please take Trish here and give her a good look over. I don’t really trust the kids with her programming. When you’ve checked her out, feel free to send her back out into the world. Standard procedure. Although,” he said looking back at Trish, “if you can figure out a way to keep in the awareness part of the programming, please do so. I think the brothers would really enjoy that.”