The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.

This story takes place in the fictional town of Chrystal Heights. This is not significant in any way other than I hope to continue creating stories involving this town.

The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life.

This poem is a parody.

Synopsis: A poem set in Chrystal Heights about two cursed virgins.

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Casey’s Mighty Bat

By: Chrystal Wynd

The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the virgin, Debra Kay;
She had never had an orgasm; she’d never gotten laid.
So when Jimmy died at second base and Michael did the same,
She knew she had to cum real soon or she would go insane.
She was the victim of such a curse, men trembled at its sound;
No penis of a normal girth could make her feet leave the ground.
It would take a mighty shaft of truly legendary size,
Before the poor cursed girl could even try to part her thighs.
In Debra’s youth, her father had known an evil wicked witch,
Who suffered not rejection well, but she did have great big tits.
So her father plied the dark-souled ghoul with wine and spirits strong,
Then plowed the drunk witch silly with his mighty eight-inch schlong.
The evil witch awoke and knew her flower had been taken,
But if one thought that she’d be mad, one would be quite mistaken.
She blushed and giggled and told him that she’d do what’er he bid,
But he just said, “I’ll call you,” and, of course, he never did.
“You cad!” cried the witch; “I’d kill you, but my hands are tied by Fate!
So instead, I’ll curse your daughter! She will never have a date!
She will be a luscious beauty, the most fair of face and bod;
But the only way she’ll get off is from a twelve-inch rod!”
So Debra suffered from a fate far worse than death or taxes;
The only action she got down there was bikini waxes.
She clung to hope which sprung eternal inside her lovely breasts;
If she could find a twelve-inch cock, to hell with all the rest.
Then her ears did hear tales told that mighty Casey was in town,
Who carried with him in his pants a package of great renown.
He had a wondrous penis, perhaps the largest in the world,
But he too was cursed from birth; he could only do one girl.
Casey came to Chrystal Heights with a plan both bold and daring;
Each girl would have to show him why his bat he should be baring.
Debra had to get to Casey—see him first as sure as hell,
Cuz if he got drunk and screwed some slut, she’d be s.o.l.
But Beth preceded Debra; she had the biggest boobs of all,
And Paige, said urban legend, could suck a golf ball through a straw.
The competition from these two made Debra’s head ache plenty;
If she didn’t plan well, her pussy would stay empty.
Five thousand plans considered because the ideas made her perk;
Five thousand plans discarded because they simply wouldn’t work.
Then Debra conceived a worthwhile plot; one that was quite deft;
If she played her cards just right, she’d be the only one left.
So Debra’s plan was contrived on a night both dark and stormy;
Her shame would have been much greater, but, damn it, she was horny.
She sought the aid of a clever witch, a strong rogue mage Wiccan,
Whose secrets won’t be shared here- the author is too chicken.
Debra told the Wiccan girl, “I need help with my clever plan;
If you make this potion right, then they will never need a man.
No more cock; they will only crave the touch of lovely lasses;
Their lusts will be directed at boobs and rounded asses.”
The Wiccan witch- whose name was Anne- agreed to the liquid hex,
Provided that Debra paid in cash; Anne would accept no checks.
The virgin paid; Anne said, “Fine, you should relax- this spell’s a beaut;
Come back tonight; now I must go and find some eye of newt.”
Debra returned at midnight’s strike, it was the Witching Hour;
Anne held up the mighty brew of lesbian-making power.
“Give each a sip and they’ll pass dick, both with nary a flicker,
But they’ll freeze and drop to knees to be a pussy-licker.”
Debra gave her thanks as she was very pleased with the notion
Of knocking her rivals from the race with this magic potion.
She paid and left; to her bosom, the bubbling liquid was clutched;
Now she had the means to ensure that Casey stayed untouched.
Next day found Beth and Paige shopping at the local fashion mall,
Sipping mocha frappuccinos in the food court coffee stall.
Debra waited until they sat and then she walked on over;
She was being careful, so as not to break her cover.
Debra smiled at her rivals and said, “Hi! Can I sit down?
I’d love to hang out for a while with two of such renown.”
The debutants sneered at Debra and eyed her with derision,
Paige said, “Fine, but not for long; you’ll hurt our reputation.”
Debra sat down and Beth said, “Charmed, but you know you have no chance
Of winning Casey’s heart or ever getting into his pants.
I’ll win because he’ll love my luscious, lovely, great big boobies,
He will value them above diamonds and precious rubies.”
Paige rolled her eyes around and said, “Oh, please, you will make me laugh;
He will forget your tits when I wrap my lips around his shaft.
A man is easy to control when his cock is in your mouth,
Because all his blood leaves his brain and travels to the south.”
Debra nodded as if enthralled in spellbound fascination;
The time to act was right now for her plan to reach fruition.
She made her eyes grow really big, then she screamed out, “Oh, my gawd!
Mighty Casey is right there!” she said, “with his mighty rod!”
Beth jumped up and breathed in deep to expand her impressive chest,
And buttons flew like missiles from the swelled top of her dress.
Meanwhile, Paige had layered more cherry gloss upon her lips,
And assumed a sultry pose with her hands on rounded hips.
Then Beth and Paige realized that Casey was nowhere to be found;
If looks could kill, then Debra would have been six feet underground.
“Oopsie,” said Debra, “My mistake. I make so many screw-ups!”
She didn’t mention she had added something to their cups.
Debra watched in silence as her rivals drank their coffees down;
But they seemed rather cheerful, while Debra began to frown.
The potion wasn’t working, damn it; that witch was such a ditz!
Then suddenly Paige looked at Beth and said, “You have nice tits.”
Beth giggled and she said, “Thank you, but I really must confess
That your firm ass is beautiful; it must truly be the best!”
Debra smiled broadly as her rivals started holding hands,
She had just ensured herself the biggest bat in the land.
Debra smiled and hugged them both; then she dabbed at a tear and said,
“I wish both of you great happiness; now get yourselves to bed.”
Beth patted Paige’s ass and said, “Now, a night you won’t forget!”
Paige blushed and looked down at the ground; she really was quite wet.
Beth and Paige left Debra then so they could get a hotel room,
One that had a late checkout and a bed to get some boom-boom.
With those two gone, now Deb could aim at the grand and final prize,
Which would be Casey’s mighty bat drilling between her thighs.
Debra reached into her purse and took out her cellular phone;
Nothing could prevent her now from getting Casey all alone.
“Hey, cutie,” said Debra, “what say you, we get a bite to sup;
After that, we can chat about the first thing that pops up.”
Casey was game and arrangements were made; Debra dressed with care;
She made sure her hair was perfect and she spritzed perfume down there.
Her arsenal was readied to wrap him around her finger;
She craved not his wealth, just the orgasms he would bring her.
Casey was waiting at the table, his shoulders broad and strong;
He did not seem very arrogant despite that great big schlong.
Coyly Deb fluttered her lashes, her best smile brightly donned;
But his face fell and he said, “Drat! I thought you were a blonde.”
Debra blinked and said, “No way! Everyone loves my raven locks!”
“Sorry,” said Casey, “but I can’t help it; blonde hair really rocks!”
Debra took a drink and said, “You mean only blondes have a chance?”
Casey nodded and said, “Yes; blondes make tents out of my pants.”
Debra wanted to beat him; he was such a typical man!
Then she calmed herself down and worked out an alternative plan.
An idea sprouted and Deb- resisting the urge to throttle-
Then smiled as she asked, “Can the blonde come from a bottle?”
“Sure,” said Casey, “No problem; I don’t mind bottled blonde at all.”
“That’s cool,” said Debra, “Wait here, then. I have to go make a call.”
She walked outside and then dialed on the cell phone in her hand;
Then Debra said, “I have to be the blondest in the land.”
When she was finished, Debra turned and sat back down with a nod;
A sultry wink was offered to Casey, the mighty tri-pod.
She said, “My dark hair was a mistake, but that was just strike one;
My next style will make you smile; soon we’ll have some fun.”
They began to eat and dinner went without a single hitch,
Then suddenly beside the table stood Anne, the Wiccan witch.
“The service in this place isn’t bad; the decor is divine;
But you should really drink this down instead of having wine.”
Anne reached out and filled Debra’s glass with a liquid full and pink,
Debra reached out and picked up her glass and then began to drink.
At first nothing happened, and Debra knew she’d never get laid,
Then Casey jumped up and said, “Her hair is starting to fade!”
Debra gasped and grabbed her mirror- her hair was no longer black,
A growing, golden waterfall was flowing over her back.
Her blonded tresses lit the room with spellbound invitation,
And Debra thought she might at last get some copulation.
Debra fluttered her lashes and checked herself in the mirror;
Casey looked at Anne with awe and thought, “Maybe I should fear her.”
Debra wiggled, then she giggled, but something didn’t feel right;
Then Debra realized what it was- her bra felt way too tight.
It soon became quite obvious her boobs were starting to swell,
Debra figured it had to be a side-effect from the spell.
Soon Debra was sporting double-D’s that jiggled when she walked,
And now she was starting to giggle every time she talked.
Her belly muscles quivered; she started to tingle down there,
And then as she looked all around, she saw cute boys everywhere.
She giggled, then wiggled her hips, saying, “My, you studs look bracing!”
Her ass cheeks moved in tandem, like two Volkswagons racing.
She lay a finger on her lips and tried to count all the men,
But for some reason she couldn’t seem to add them up right then.
It didn’t matter, math was stupid; Besides, she felt real hot.
Right now the most important thing was her heated g-spot.
Debra grabbed the closest guy and said, “Today’s your lucky day,
Because I really need a man; I hope you feel like a lay!”
The man thanked his lucky stars as he instantly sported wood;
Sometimes it’s much better to be lucky than to be good.
She pulled him into a bathroom and she closed and locked the door,
She pulled the guy’s pants to his ankles and pushed him to the floor.
She pulled her blouse wide open and let her massive melons free,
She pulled her skirt up to her waist and dropped between his knees.
Deb leaned forward and grabbed his nuts; her lips wrapped around his shaft;
For a virgin, Debra seemed to know a lot about this craft.
Her heated licking and slurping echoed off the tile walls,
Until the man’s high-pitched squeal of “Please let go of my balls!”
Debra did and the man caught his breath as she got off the floor;
Debra knew what she had to do- she couldn’t wait any more.
She straddled his waist, her virgin pussy just above his cock,
She dropped like a rock onto his shaft, his eyes wide in shock.
Then from deep inside her throat and more, there rose a mighty yell,
It rumbled in the valley; it rattled in the dell.
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Debbie, bimbo Debbie had just straddled her first bat.
She bounced up and down on his hardened shaft with unrestrained glee,
He lasted for half a minute before filling her pussy.
She shrieked in helpless frustration, screaming, “No! I must have more!”
The man fled; the next one came in- she jumped him by the door.
This guy put Deb on her hands and knees and took her from behind,
And though this one lasted longer, no orgasm blew her mind.
The line of men continued; the air was full of slurps and moans,
Every time a cock came in, Debra dropped just like Dow Jones.
After several hours, Debra realized the men were all done,
But then the bathroom door opened again- in walked the last one.
Debra wracked her bimbo brain for some new trick she could now try,
If she didn’t cum this time, she’d go home for a good cry.
The man was actually quite short; he was only five feet tall,
And when he shed his pants and grinned, his cock wasn’t big at all.
He finished in a heartbeat, but then he told her, “Don’t you fret;
My tongue is quite the beast and I haven’t tasted you yet.”
Debra scoffed but spread her knees and the little man took a dive,
Debra’s eyes became quite big when her clitoris came alive.
He licked her up and he licked her down- first slow and then quite fast;
And then she gasped as his finger slipped into her ass.
Meanwhile Anne and Casey had been talking now for hours,
She was impressed with his cock; he was impressed with her powers.
“What happened?” asked Casey. “Deb was cursed; she could have no other.”
“That’s true,” said Anne, “But guess what? Her curse came from my mother.”
Casey said, “She’s cured then? She can screw all that she desires?
“Yes,” said Anne, “She can screw until her pussy catches fire.
It won’t matter how big his cock- in fact, the bimbo won’t care;
And speaking of cocks, let me see that monster you have there.”
So Anne and Casey got together and they had lots of fun,
But the condom broke and so now they are expecting a son.
Beth and Paige stayed together; they also needed no urging,
But what, you ask, happened to Debra Kay, the ex-virgin?
Oh, somewhere in this land, an orgasm is badly needed;
Darkness seems to cover all- frustration is slowly breeded.
But thanks to a little man with a long and talented tongue,
There is lots of joy in Chrystal Heights- Debra has just cum!

THE END