The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter Three

As Patrick edged toward wakefulness, he thought he heard voices conversing.

“Briana, I don’t know what you’re worried about. You couldn’t have felt warlock magic being invoked. You must have imagined it. There hasn’t been a warlock in more than 100 years. I don’t even know how you would know it was warlock magic. The last warlock died before you were born.”

“It felt all cold and gnawing like it was tempting you with its power. That’s how my grandmother described it to me, Kari,” replied Briana, with a slight shiver to her voice.

“Why haven’t any of the elders felt anything?” asked Kari. “They’re all more experienced and powerful than we are.”

“I guess you’re right, but I was so sure,” Briana said, with a little uncertainty in her voice. “I hope you’re right. You know the consequences of warlock magic. It corrupts. We could have another witch war if we’re wrong.”

As Patrick became more awake, the voices faded from his mind. At first, Patrick thought that his overactive imagination was at work, but he was convinced it was something more. Patrick stretched, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He decided that he needed to investigate those voices, but was soon distracted with thoughts of the evening before.

Patrick wondered if he could ever get the image of Donna cumming so intensely out of his mind. Even after dressing Donna and putting her under her covers, Patrick couldn’t stop thinking about it. He was sorely tempted to fuck her unconscious body, but his masturbation session blunted his need barely enough for him to resist. Even then, he couldn’t help but fondle her breasts while dressing her. He was excited to hear her still moaning and mumbling portions of her conditioning phrase even after she was dressed and lying in her bed. When he returned to his bed, Donna’s image plagued his thoughts and he ended up masturbating one more time to a vision of her cumming while saying how sexy she felt.

He didn’t hear anything from Donna’s room yet, so he decided to get a shower in before she awoke. He needed to see if the conditioning took and confirm that she didn’t remember the episode.

As Patrick exited the shower, he heard some noises coming from Donna’s room. He lingered a little in the hallway, timing it so he was a few feet from his room when she came out. Donna was out the door before she realized that he was there. At first, the fact that Donna was just wearing a towel, barely covering her breasts and cute bottom distracted him from the way she carried herself. To his surprise, she wasn’t hunched over like normal. It was almost as if she were presenting her breasts to the world.

“You’re up late,” Patrick commented after regaining some of his composure.

Donna was about to taunt Patrick for stating the obvious, but instead said, “I guess I’m a little jet lagged.” Donna was a little surprised by her response. She rationalized that she was just more mature and it wasn’t as important to tease him anymore. It was so much easier to treat him nicely.

Patrick marveled that Donna wasn’t her normal bitchy self. She wasn’t a morning person and she could be bitchy to him even in the middle of the afternoon. He watched her swaying bottom as she walked away from him, his thoughts wandering back to the scene of the night before. As he got hard, a part of him wished he had taken advantage of her.

“What am I thinking,” Patrick thought to himself, “she’s my sister–okay, my stepsister, but still.” He turned, determined to put her out of his mind. Once the effect that Donna had on him had subsided, he realized that he still needed to see how she would dress. He knew that she would head upstairs soon, so he went to the kitchen to have some breakfast.

As he entered the kitchen, he saw their mom by the stove and went to her and gave her a peck on the cheek. Amanda said, “Just in time, I made some pancakes.” He sat down at his normal place at the table while his mom flipped two golden pancakes onto his plate.

“Where’s dad?” he asked, as he buttered his pancakes and poured syrup on them.

“He had that golf date with his boss that he couldn’t get out of. So it’s just the three of us for the day. Anything you want to do?”

He paused, swallowing a bite of pancake before responding, “I don’t know. It’s summer break and I figured this was my last chance to goof off before buckling down at college.”

Amanda shook her son’s head playfully and said, “I’m so glad that you’re going to USD. At least your sister will be there in case you need some help. Don’t tell Donna, but I’m also relieved that she has family there. All last year, I was worried that she was alone so far from home.”

“Don’t worry, mom, your secret is safe with me,” he said with a smile. Patrick then focused on his breakfast in silence signaling that he didn’t want to talk for a bit. Instead, he thought about Nikki and how he would condition her, but soon his thoughts returned to his stepsister. He couldn’t get out of his mind the image of her incredible body moaning and squirming as she masturbated and repeated her conditioning phrases. He tried to imagine Nikki’s sexy body doing exactly what Donna was helplessly doing last night, but for some reason the image of his sister was so much more seductive.

The sound of Donna making her way up the stairs roused Patrick from his musings. He realized that he must have been lost in thought for some time since Donna usually took a while to shower and get dressed in the morning. She entered the kitchen wearing a pair of running shorts and a tank top. Patrick realized that she didn’t have much in the way of what he or she would consider sexy. Still, the tight outfit did accentuate her breasts, legs and figure.

“Morning sleepyhead,” said Amanda. “I made pancakes. I thought I would make something special since this is your first day home.” Amanda took two hot cakes from the griddle and placed them on her daughter’s plate. Donna always wondered how she timed the hot cakes so they were ready at the right moment.

As Amanda looked at Donna’s attire, she asked, “Are you planning on going for a run, hon?”

Ever since Donna tried to get dress, she wondered what had gotten into her. She eventually rationalized it as wanting to try something different while at home. A part of her wondered if it had anything to do with Brad’s hurtful comments about the way she dressed when she had hinted that she might like to go out with him. It had been more than three months ago and she had thought his rude comments didn’t bother her that much after about a week, but it seemed to make sense.

“No, mom. I was thinking that you were right about the way I dress but I couldn’t find anything in my wardrobe that was appropriate. I can’t believe how many baggy jeans and sweatshirts I have. I should have a little variety in my clothing, I guess. Do you think we could go to the mall so you could help me pick-up some new outfits?”

Patrick stifled a grin, as their mom jumped at the opportunity to clothe her daughter in something other than what she’d expect him to wear. He was sure that his mom was thinking that his stepsister was finally listening to her plea that her girl needed to be more lady-like. Patrick, on the other hand was silently congratulating himself on his successful experiment.

“There’s a sale at the mall this weekend. After you finish your breakfast, we can spend the day shopping,” Amanda said with a smile. “You know that’s my favorite pastime! Patrick, do you want to get some things for USD? You probably need more summer wear.”

Amanda was certain that Donna was going to make some comment about dragging her little brother along, but instead she said, “Great! This will be fun!” For a moment, Donna thought it was so unlike herself to welcome her brother anywhere. “But he must have grown up. He’s more mature,” she thought to herself, “He seems to have an aura of respect about him.” Dismissing the thought, she finished her breakfast.

Patrick thought that the last thing he wanted to do was spend the day at the mall. For a moment he reconsidered when he thought about being able to confirm the types of outfits his sister might select. Finally, he decided that he could always see that she purchased the right type of outfits when she came home. “I really just want to hang out and veg, mom. Anyway, I can go to the mall with dad next week.”

“Very well, it’ll just be the girls then,” said Amanda.

After finishing up in the kitchen, Amanda went upstairs to get ready for the mall. About half an hour later, Patrick and Donna watched as she came down in a nice sweater, a skirt that went down to a few inches above her knees, pantyhose and heels. Amanda always made sure that she looked good. She dressed in a way that was proper but not too proper. Patrick started to think that she looked good for a 37-year-old woman, but dismissed the thought quickly. “It’s bad enough that I’m thinking about Donna, I better not be thinking about my stepmom!” he thought.

Amanda looked at Donna and said, “You can’t go to the mall dressed in shorts and a tank top. How are you going to try on nice dresses and skirts if you’re wearing those?”

“But mom, I don’t have anything else to wear,” Donna said, almost with a whine. “I looked.” Donna was afraid that her mom would make her wear her jeans and sweatshirt. Somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to wear that type of clothes anymore. The thought of having to wear baggy clothing distressed her so much that she didn’t even think how unusual her feelings were.

“Why don’t we go upstairs and try on something of mine,” Amanda said as she led Donna upstairs. Patrick just turned and headed into the family room to watch some T.V.

After another 45 minutes, Donna came down the stairs in a pretty blue sweater dress that matched her vibrant eyes, nude pantyhose and matching heels. Amanda proudly followed Donna down the stairs. Donna’s dress was a little shorter than her mom’s. Even though it didn’t show a lot of cleavage, it was tight enough for anyone to notice her firm breasts. Patrick couldn’t be sure, but he thought that Donna wasn’t wearing a bra under the dress. At least, he thought he could see her nipples protruding through her dress top. For his mother’s sake, however, Patrick pretended to be bored by the whole event. Inwardly, he was excited to see how Donna was dressed. There was little question that Donna was wearing something that emphasized her legs, breasts and figure. Patrick especially liked the way Donna’s legs looked in the two inch heels. For someone who had so rarely worn heels, she seemed to be navigating quite well in them.

Chapter Four

After making sure that his mom and sister had left, Patrick pulled out the grimoires from their hiding place. He was surprised to see that he could read nearly all of the White Grimoire. He had been resigned to the fact that he would never understand most of it because it was in some code that he didn’t seem to be able to decipher despite countless hours of trying. Now, he could read it without any effort at all. There was little information about warlocks in the White Grimoire, but it was clear that whoever wrote it opposed the warlocks.

The witch war ended over a century ago when the witches banished Eorod, the last of the grand warlocks. The Black Grimoire belonged to Eorod who was described in the White Grimoire as pure evil. Patrick knew enough about history that he should take the description with a grain of salt. History rarely treats the losers of battles well, at least the history written by the victors. Still, he was troubled that the White Grimoire said that each use of black magic corrupted on two levels. In addition to a general corruption that could be resisted with some effort, there was a specific corruption that could not resisted even with magical assistance. Unfortunately, the White Grimoire did not explain what it meant by a specific corruption. The only good news was that he had used black magic only once, when he created the potion. In addition to this small bit of history, the White Grimoire contained hundreds of spells. Most of the spells were to counter spells in the Black grimoire.

Patrick was worried about the warning of the specific corruption, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. What was done, was done. He was a little relieved to find that using the potion did not corrupt, only it’s creation. He decided not to try any more black magic until he understood it better. He thought that the Black Grimoire had more information about warlocks and witches, but it was so charred that there was little to go on. After a while, he gave up and decided that he needed to spend an evening reading through the White Grimoire from cover to cover to see if there were some spells that would be useful. Right now, he was more interested in the potion than witches and warlocks.

Every time he thought about using the potion on Nikki, his thoughts eventually drifted back to Donna. There was something that excited him about using the potion on his sister. Still, he put the thoughts of conditioning Donna further out of his mind. At least he tried. Finally, he decided that spending some time with Nikki was just the thing to forget about Donna. Patrick made up more vials of the potion. After making sure he had several vials in his shirt pocket, he went to see if Nikki was home alone.

Patrick headed out the back door and walked across the lawn to the Manheim house. He leapt up the stairs and knocked on the front door. After a short wait, Nikki opened the door. Patrick was excited to see Nikki wearing a short see-thru cover-up over a white bikini that looked good on her sexy body. She was obviously on her way out to the backyard pool. Patrick couldn’t help but think back to when he was 12 and his dad had to go away for a two week business trip. Dad didn’t want him to be all alone, so he hired Nikki to babysit him. Nikki was only 17 at the time. He and James, Nikki’s brother, used to tease Nikki, but during that two week period, Patrick came to have a crush on Nikki. Nikki quickly realized that her young charge had a crush on her and used it to help control the young boy.

“Hey, Patrick,” said Nikki, “James isn’t home right now.” After a pause, she asked, “Are you still ticklish?”

Patrick blushed, thinking of the way that Nikki would tickle him and how much he came to like even that physical contact from his sexy former babysitter.

“Oh, is he going to be home soon?” asked Patrick ignoring her question.

“Everyone’s out until the evening....” Nikki said, the rest of her sentence left unsaid, as her eyes were drawn to the vial in Patrick’s hand.

“So you’re home alone?” asked Patrick, as he moved the vial slowly in front of Nikki, her eyes tracking the movement.

“Yes....” she said with a blank look on her face as she stared at the blue vial.

He walked forward and Nikki mindlessly stepped back as he asked, “Would you like to smell the blue liquid, Nikki?” She could only nod as Patrick unscrewed the top and let her smell the intoxicating scent.

He was excited to see her shudder as she inhaled the fumes from the blue liquid.

“Drink it,” he ordered. The intoxicating scent from the liquid was enough to make Nikki have to obey the command as a dizziness swept over her. Patrick grabbed her arm to keep her from toppling over as he led her further inside the house. He noticed that she was disoriented longer than Donna was last night. In fact, the disorientation lasted long enough for him to lead her up the stairs to her bedroom.

“Hhh...how did I get here?” Nikki asked, “What happened?” Patrick ignored her questions and instead lightly caressed her breast, sending shivers through her body.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Nikki moaned. Her body was so responsive. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was. Patrick’s touch was doing things to her she never imagined was possible.

“You like that, Nikki?” Patrick asked as he continued caressing her nipples through her bikini top.

“Ohhhh, yesss!” Nikki whispered between moans, “Please don’t stop.”

“Then tell me how much you like it, Nikki.”

“I love the way...ohhhhhh my!” Nikki moaned when Patrick started lightly pinching one of her nipples, “...it feels when you caress my nipples, Patrick. Mmmmmmm! The tingle shoots from my nipples right to my pussy.”

“Did you know that I used to have a crush on you, Nikki? Patrick asked as he stopped caressing Nikki for a bit.

Nikki groaned, and answered, “Yes...Please don’t stop, Patrick.”

“I get to decide whether I touch you or not, Nikki. You can’t cum without my permission. I want you to imagine me caressing your nipples as you writhe in uncontrolled arousal while you tell me that you love the way I make you feel and how incredibly attracted to me you are.”

Nikki’s lust addled mind could only comply with Patrick’s command. “I love the way you...ooohhhhh god!” Nikki moaned as Patrick began teasing one of Nikki’s nipples while making small circles over her clit through her bikini bottom. “...make me feel. Mmmmmm. You make me feel so horny...Oohhhhhhh you’re making me so wet...and sexy when you touch me, Patrick. I love the way you make me feel...I’m so attracted to you. God, you’re so sexy. Please don’t stop touching me, your touch is like magic to me. I want you so bad, Patrick.” Patrick said, “Keep it up, Nikki,” as he pushed her bikini bottom off her bottom giving him more direct access to her wet pussy.

“Ohhhhhhh, yes! You’re making me so hot, Patrick. I need you in me. Please! You’re so sexy and desirable. I’ve never been so hot in my life. Please fuck me!”

“I only fuck good girls that tell me what I want to hear, Nikki.”

“Ohhhh godddd, I’ll tell you anything, Patrick! Please, I need you in me! Your touch is so unbelievable. You make me wetter than I’ve ever been before. Please, I need you so bad! I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you. I’ll do anything you ask, please just make love to me.”

All the while Nikki was pouring out her desires to Patrick, he was teasing her nipple and clitoris, making sure that her body was experiencing the intense arousal needed for her conditioning.

“You said that you knew I had a crush on you. How did that make you feel, Nikki?”

“I liked it. It made it easier to get you to do things for me so watching you wasn’t so hard.”

Patrick bristled at Nikki’s response. He removed his fingers from Nikki’s wet clit and hard nipple and asked, “Is that the only reason that you liked that I had a crush on you?”

Nikki moaned in need as her feeling of regret grew, if only because she knew that her answer would mean that Patrick might not touch her again. Still, it was impossible for her not to answer him truthfully, “I...also liked it that you did a lot of my work because you had a crush on me, but that’s all I felt, Patrick. I’m so sorry. Please, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Have you ever had a crush on someone?” Patrick asked, his thoughts full of vengeance.

“Yes...when I was younger, I had a huge crush on Mr. Moore,” Nikki replied.

“Remember the feelings you had for Mr. Moore, Nikki. Remember the way you used to feel around him when you had your crush, the way you used to think about him and feel for him. Now, imagine yourself feeling the same way for me, except your crush is three times more intense. As you imagine this, say, “I have a huge crush on Patrick. When I’m around him or think of him, I feel all giddy and happy. He’s so sexy and I love him.”

Suddenly, the realization that Patrick was doing something to her struck home. “I can’t say that!” Nikki said, but despite her protests, a image started forming in her mind. She saw herself when she was sixteen standing in front of Mr. Moore. She felt the school girl crush she had long ago return, this time more intensely than ever as the image of Mr. Moore morphed into Patrick. She imagined the same giddy feeling and the same adoration she once felt for Mr. Moore, this time focused on Patrick.

Nikki started saying her conditioning phrase as Patrick began playing with her pussy again, “I have...ohhhhhh...a crush on Patrick. Mmmmmm! When I’m around him or think of him...goddddd...I feel all giddy and happy. Ohhh...feels so good! He’s so sexy and I love him.”

As Nikki’s pussy pulsed to Patrick’s delicious caresses, Nikki started wondering why she had said she couldn’t say that. Patrick was sexy and attractive. It wouldn’t be hard to have a crush on him. “Anyway, it’s not like I really have a crush on him,” she thought, “We’re just playing.”

“Say it to me this time, imagining yourself in my arms feeling your crush on me grow more intense as you look into my eyes,” Patrick whispered in Nikki’s ear as he licked the sensitive spot just inside her ear while he slid a finger into her wet pussy.

Tingles shot from Nikki’s ear to her nipple and then to her pussy as the image of Patrick holding her teenage body in his arms flashed in her mind. Nikki said in a voice, half an octave higher, “I have a huge crush on you, Patrick. Ohhhhh what you’re doing to me is incredible! When I’m around you...goddd, I need to cum so bad...or think of you, I...mmmmm...feel all giddy and happy. Ohhhh please let me cum, lover! You’re so sexy and I love you.”

“Again, honey, with the same image in your mind,” ordered Patrick, this time careful not to give Nikki the stimulation she craved.

For some reason, hearing Patrick call her “honey” sent a thrill through Nikki as she moaned, “Ohhhhh...I have a huge...godddddd please touch me...crush on you, Patrick. Pleassssse...When I’m around you or...I need it so bad, please! think of you, I feel all...please, I’ll be good...giddy and happy. Please, I need you! You’re so sexy and I love you!”

“Since you begged so well, Nikki, say it again and I’ll touch you.”

“Ohhhhh goddddd thank you! I have a huge crush on you, Patrick. Your finger is sending tingles through me...When I’m around you or think of you...ohhhhhh I feel all...ohhhh you’re incredible, Patrick...giddy and happy. You’re so sexy and I love you!”

Nikki had stopped thinking of Patrick as the little boy that she babysat, and started picturing him as a powerful lover. Patrick noticed that Nikki was starting to look a little differently at him. “How do you feel about me, Nikki?”

“I love you! I have a school girl crush on you,” she said as she blushed.

“Do you need to cum, Nikki?” “Yes, please.” Nikki’s demeanor was now so different. So docile.

“Nikki, I will give you permission to cum in a short while, but you have to imagine yourself with an incredible crush on me. More than you’ve imagined up to now. And you’re going to tell me how you feel about me. As I slide my cock into you, you’ll cum uncontrollably, orgasm following orgasm as long as I’m in you.”

The thought of Patrick in her made her dizzy with anticipation. Nikki pushed her bikini bottom the rest of the way down her long legs, leaned back on her bed and spread her legs and imagined herself as a 16 year girl, dwarfed by Patrick’s presence, feeling the most intense crush imaginable for him. As Patrick positioned himself over her, Nikki enthusiastically said, “I love...ohhhhhh...you...cummminggggg. You’re so sexy...mmmmm...so handsome...godddd...so perfect...ohhhhh...school...myyyyyy...girl.... Can’t stop cumming...crush...on you...love you. Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m yours! I’ll do anything for you! Goddddddd! You’re so powerful and sexy. I just want to be taken by you! God! I can’t stop cumming! I love the way you make me feel!”

Wave upon wave of orgasm struck Nikki’s exhausted body and mind, reinforcing her feelings for Patrick until he shot his cum into her wet pussy with a groan. As Patrick softened, he slid out of Nikki who shuddered one last time.

“I’ve never even imagined that I could cum like that,” Nikki murmured as she nuzzled his neck, smiling. It felt so good to be near him and in his arms. Patrick was tempted to fall asleep right then, but he didn’t want to be there when Nikki’s family returned home. Instead, he told Nikki that she would take a quick shower and then take a nap and sleep for at least an hour. Nikki wanted to just lie with him and cuddle him, but she couldn’t help but obey Patrick’s command.

Patrick opened the door to his house after walking the short distance from Nikki’s house. He took another shower before making something for lunch. While he munched on a tuna sandwich, his thoughts went back to his morning with Nikki. Patrick was a little embarrassed that while he was finally consummating his long desired relationship with Nikki, he was thinking of Donna. Maybe not at the beginning, but certainly at the end when he was cumming. Nikki was a little too easily taken. Despite wanting Nikki for close to six years, when it finally occurred, he was thinking of his sister.

He now realized that a great deal of the attraction he felt for Donna was the fact that he had changed her against her wishes and she fought him every step of the way. He knew that her resistance was like an aphrodisiac to him. He wondered whether he was going to settle for just Nikki or whether his obsession with Donna meant that he’d take her, too. He decided that he should just leave well enough alone. There were certainly other girls he could try the potion on. One of them may prove to be as reluctant as Donna.

After a short nap, he looked at the white grimoire again. Instead of looking for something about warlocks and witches, he searched the spells. “Hmmm, a spell of restoration,” he thought. Looking over the spell, he realized that it was fairly simple. He wondered if he could restore the black grimoire. He also found a spell of introspection. Patrick shelved his thoughts about the spells when he heard the upstairs door close. He locked the grimoire away in the hidden panel in his cabinet and went upstairs. He thought Mom and Donna had come home and was a little disappointed it was his Dad and he couldn’t see how Donna’s conditioning affected her purchases.

“Where’s Amanda and Donna?” asked his father, barely containing his excitement.

“They’re at the mall. They should be coming home soon. What’s up, Dad?”

“Well, I can’t wait! Old man Johnson is finally retiring and you’re looking at the new CEO of Branford Industries!”

“Congratulations, Dad!” Patrick gave his father a hug, knowing that his Dad had been working for this for years.

“I hope Donna will understand. I know that we had planned to go to the Palms for dinner, but your mom and I have to go to dinner with the Johnsons and the Chenneys. In fact we’ll be gone until Tuesday. I’m meeting informally with some of the Board members on Sunday, followed by a dinner party at the Chenneys. The formal Board Meeting is on Monday and then there’s the press conference on Tuesday. It just makes sense not to have to drive back and forth several times.”

“I’m sure she’ll understand,” Patrick said as he tried to put out of his mind the temptation of being alone with Donna. With just the two of them, it would be very easy to condition her.