The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Friday morning’s Anthropology lecture was off to a very strange and surreal start. Granted, classes held on Fridays at nine in the morning weren’t the most productive anyway, but they’re especially unproductive when the teacher doesn’t show up. Chad was standing at the lectern, taking attendance and examining the syllabus. It wasn’t only Dr. Walter’s absence that was the subject of much of the lecture hall whispering.

Charli had returned to class. After Charli’s very public humiliation by Brittany Anderson near the beginning of the semester, word on campus had spread fast and most knew why she didn’t dare show her face in that classroom again. A video that someone took with their camera phone had gone viral around campus, and whenever Charli needed a reminder of who she once was and how far she’d come, she only needed to open YouTube. It was a painful lesson to many of the non-upper crust to avoid confrontations with Brittany Anderson or any Omega Xi for that matter. Charli had returned, and now Brittany was absent. Not only that, but Charli was sitting next to Laura, and the two were chatting like old friends. And not only THAT, but Charli (for those who even recognized her in the first place) didn’t look like the mousy computer geek in the video. One didn’t need to be a social anthropologist to know that there’d been a significant shift in the campus culture. Charli had to

smile at being the center of attention, even if that attention was delivered through sideways glances and muffled voices speaking in whispers into neighbors’ ears. Charli drank it all in, reveling in the fact that none knew (except for Laura) the most scandalous secret of her return: that while she’d been gone undergoing her transformation, she’d fucked the professor once, had been fucking the teaching assistant regularly, and even indulged in occasional fucks with the new president of Omega Xi!

Chad did his best to get everyone’s attention. First he coughed into his hand. Then he tried a loud “Ahem!” Even when he knocked on the lectern and shouted, “Class!” no one seemed to care. The biggest bit of campus gossip all semester was sitting in this very classroom, and as long as there was no instructor present, there were theories that had to be discussed. Chad looked at Charli and gave a silent plea. Charli winked and whispered something into Laura’s ear. Laura smiled at Chad and stood up.

“Hey!”

Since she was also the focus of much of the discussion anyway, most people stopped talking.

“Chad’s trying to say something. Shut up and listen.” It was said simply and authoritatively, and people obeyed. Laura sat back down and Chad gave her a stunned but grateful nod of appreciation. Beside Laura, Natalie crossed her legs to try to quench the excitement she was experiencing at watching her mistress be authoritative.

“Th…thanks Laura. Anyway, Dr. Walters will be unable to attend class today.” The faces of many of the girls in the classroom fell a little at that. “He…he had an appointment this morning.” Chad did his best to control his blush. The truth was that he’d gotten a call fifteen minutes before class from Heather, asking him to cover for Gregg. The sultry sound in her voice and the soft repetitious squeak of bedsprings left no doubt as to the more important plans she had for her lover.

“If it’s okay with you, I think we’ll review the last chapter on language migration.” The class groaned collectively…with three notable exceptions. “I could remind you all of your last quiz scores, if you need some motivation…”

The unspoken truth was that there were many in the class who, under normal circumstances, would have dropped due to their grades. The fact was, the class was hard! Unfortunately, no girl in her right mind was going to drop the class and miss her three hours a week with Dr. Walters. So, with another audible collective sigh, notebooks opened and pens were uncapped.

Laura took notes at first, giving Chad the same courteous respect she would have shown Dr. Walters. But within minutes it was apparent that nothing Chad was reviewing with the class new to her. She smiled smugly to herself that for the first time in recent memory, she was confident in her understanding of course material. Next to her, Charli was doodling idly in her paper, also not taking notes.

“Not taking notes your first day back?” Laura asked, somewhat slyly. Charli smiled at the quip, understanding that Laura was one of the few to know that despite her absence, Charli had been keeping pace with the class thanks to private tutoring from Chad…her secret boyfriend. Chad’s lacrosse team had seen them together, but they never suspected that she was his student. It saddened Charli a little that once the semester was over, she and Chad could go public with their relationship. The truth was, sneaking forbidden kisses (and other things far sweatier) was pretty damn exciting.

“Nah…” she whispered back, keeping her voice low. “Learning’s just not the same when he’s wearing clothes.” Charli blushed at her own joke, suppressing a giggle. Laura took a closer look at Charli’s doodlings and saw that her friend’s depictions of Chad’s physique, if not artistic, were at least proportional.

Charli leaned over again and interrupted the beginnings of Laura’s slip into fantasy. “I think you have an admirer.” Charli drew an arrow on her paper and Laura looked up where it pointed. A petite peaches ‘n cream blonde girl a few rows up quickly averted her eyes and resumed intently taking notes. “Don’t you have an outfit just like that?”

Laura looked the girl over and realized that she did in fact own the exact same shirt and skirt combo. She’d worn it just last week. Subtle differences that only a trained eye could detect were noticed right away by Laura. While the outfit was a close match, it was clearly discount. Nor did it fit exactly right like Laura’s own tailored clothing. Besides, the girl’s wide eyes and freckles across her nose gave her too much of a child-like innocence to really allow the outfit its full impact. Still, the girl had nice legs.

“Do you know her name?” Laura asked.

“I never talked with her, but I think her name is Yasmine. If it weren’t such a unique name, I probably wouldn’t have remembered.”

Laura nodded thoughtfully, but kept her eyes fixed on Yasmine. The girl tried to sneak a few more peaks in Laura’s direction but kept her head down when she realized she was being stared at so intensely.

Pulling her gaze back to Charli, she leaned over and whispered, “Have you given any thought to pledging Omega Xi?”

“What?!?” Charli yelled, quickly turning red when she realized that she’d shouted out loud. “Sorry,” she said to the Chad as all eyes quickly turned to her. If it had been anybody else, Chad would not have had a grin on his face.

Laura eyed everyone in the classroom who was still looking in their direction, daring them to continue their gaze. One by one, all eyes returned to their substitute teacher. Finally getting over her embarrassment, Charli turned again and in a much quieter whisper asked, “What!?!”

“You’re beautiful, Charli! You’re confident…you’ve fucked at least one professor (that I KNOW of)” Laura winked when Charli’s eyes opened in protest. “You’re currently fucking the president of Omega Xi…speaking of which, what are you doing Saturday night?” Before Charli could answer, Laura finished, “And you didn’t go through sorority rush this semester.”

It took Charli a second to process the verbal barrage that Laura had just unleashed at her. Despite her compliments, Laura’s request was disturbing. “Laura if this is some kind of sick joke, I don’t find it very funny. Just because Brittany is gone doesn’t mean Omega Xi is filled with the kind of people I’d like to hang out with. What did I do to offend you that you’d wish this upon me?” Charli immediately regretted her stinging words. Despite her venom and her vitriol toward all things Omega Xi, Laura was still a friend even if she was now the sorority’s new president.

“I know…I know. It’s just…well. I’m president now. It’s expected that I take on a new pledge member. I’ve been so preoccupied with…well, other things, that I haven’t done any recruiting. And truthfully, the whole sorority sickens me. But I’m in charge now. I just thought that if you were there with me…maybe we could start making changes. You’d be my only friend there.”

Charli’s heart welled up with sympathy for her companion. Whatever Laura’s relationship with Natalie was, it was clear that Laura didn’t consider her slave to also be her friend. There was care and concern…but not friendship…at least not yet. Some wounds were apparently still too fresh. “I’m sorry. Laura. It’s just that it’s…it’s Omega Xi. I’ll support you in any way that I can…but I’ll never wear their letters.”

Charli’s use of the phrase “their letters” made it clear that she didn’t include Laura in with that crowd…even if she was president. Laura sighed. It was a long shot anyway. “I understand. We’re still cool?”

Charli smiled wickedly. “I don’t know. Maybe you should come by tonight and show me just how sorry you truly are.”

Laura licked her lips in anticipation. “It’s a date.”

When class ended, Charli hung back. Never having made friends in the class in the first place, she wasn’t surprised that the only ones that acknowledged her existence beyond gossipy whispers and glances were Laura, Natalie, and Chad. She was a focus for gossip, but no one bothered to welcome her back to her face. When it was just the four of them remaining, Laura saw the smoldering gaze with which Charli eyed her boyfriend.

“Come along Natalie, it looks like these two have important matters to…um…discuss.” Laura headed out the door, with Natalie following close on her heels. When she turned back to close the door, Charli and Chad were already engaged in a serious tongue-duel.

Once outside, Laura stopped short. Sitting on a marble slab bench, drawing in her notebook was Yasmine – the one who was watching her so intently during class. “Natalie, I’ve got some things to take care of. I’ll meet you back at the house.” Natalie opened her mouth to protest, but a stern look from Laura stopped her. Dejectedly, Natalie closed her mouth and walked away, clearly upset to be leaving her mistress’s side. Laura thought ruefully that her slave was going to have to grow a backbone eventually if her long-term hope of having her rise to the presidency in two years were to come true. But, there was no immediate hurry. She could still suffer for a little while longer.

Yasmine was so focused on her sketching that she didn’t even notice that someone had sat down beside her and was looking over her shoulder. “Yes, it’s a Louis Vuitton and no, it’s not maroon, it’s burgundy.” Yasmine practically jumped out of her skin, her hands futilely moving to cover the sketch of Laura’s outfit. “And the hem of the skirt stops above the knees, not over them like in your drawing. Actually, I’m even thinking of getting it shortened further…” Laura lifted the hem of her skirt another few inches, revealing significantly more of her luscious crossed legs. Yasmine blushed even deeper and Laura noticed out of the corner of her eye, a passing male student who walked into a banister because his attention was directed at her rising hemline and not where he was walking. It wasn’t an uncommon phenomenon.

The collision didn’t go unnoticed by Yasmine either, and when she turned back to Laura, her eyes were wide in amazement at the power of so small a gesture.

“So Yasmine,” Yasmine’s eyes widened even further, surprised that Laura knew her name. “What’s the deal? You stalking me? You wouldn’t be the first.”

“N…No!”

“Did I steal your boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Girlfriend?”

“NO! I…I’m not…”

“Then what’s with the clone act?” Having eliminated the other possibilities, Laura was pretty sure she already knew.

“I’m sorry. I…It’s just…”

“Where are you from?”

Laura’s shotgun questioning was leaving her flustered. “I…I’m from East Moline…near Iowa. Why?”

“I’ll do the asking right now.” Laura’s force of personality was keeping Yasmine off balance. “Let me guess. Small town girl moves to big city…trying to fit in?”

Yasmine’s blush turned crimson and her face fell. Laura watched her for a second, taking a closer look at the girl’s notebook. The sketch of herself she understood. Everything else was illegible scribbles. “Listen honey, while I’m flattered, I think you’re shooting a little high for a beginner. A first time mountain climber is advised to stay off of Mt. Everest.”

The girl’s shoulders slumped and her eyes turned glassy.

“I…I just…oh, nevermind.”

Yasmine started opening her backpack getting ready to leave, and a sympathy that didn’t used to exist in Laura pulled at her heart. “Wait. Sit. Don’t go yet.” Laura’s grip on the girl’s wrist was gentle, but commanding. “There’s more to it than just stealing style tips. If not, you wouldn’t look like I just shattered your dreams. Now tell me the truth. What’s the deal? What are you REALLY trying to accomplish by studying me?”

It took Yasmine almost a half-minute to work up the courage to reply. “I was hoping to pledge Omega Xi. Your freshman rush is coming up soon, and I…I…” She let it hang at that, staring at her sketch.

“You hoped that if you dressed like me, it would give you a better chance. I get it.” Laura looked the girl over with a far more critical eye this time. “Let me ask you bluntly: Why do you think you even have a chance?”

Yasmine clearly wasn’t ready for such a cold dose of reality, but she gave it a try. “Well, I was Rock Island County Fair Corn princess. And I was homecoming queen at my high school. And editor of the school newspaper…and…”

Laura put up her hand to stop the rolling résumé. “I get it. Big fish, small pond…tiny, tiny pond.” Laura continued eyeing the girl up and down. “Sit up straight.” Yasmine immediately obeyed. “Chin up.” Laura pushed back on the girl’s shoulders, getting her chest to stick out more. Yasmine’s smallish breasts were larger than Laura’s, but given the girl’s small frame, they were proportionate to her frame. Laura turned Yasmine’s face this way and that and brushed some hair off her face. Given the brutality of Laura’s words, Yasmine was surprised by the softness of Laura’s touches. “Hmm. Not bad…Tell me, you seem like a sweet and likable person…why on earth would you want to join a sorority filled with holier-than-thou stuck up bitches?”

Yasmine gasped at Laura’s blunt assessment of her own house. She was speechless.

“I’m being honest with you…something you won’t get from anyone else in the sorority. Our members are the elite of the elite. But that level of prestige comes at a price. Within our circle, you won’t find any friends, and your ‘sisters’ would kick you when you’re down just to get a hair’s-width advantage over you. The price you’d have to pay to be one of us is something few are shallow enough to endure. Would you really want to give up any friends you have just to be one of us?”

Yasmine didn’t even hesitate despite the dark color Laura used to paint her picture of reality. “Yes.”

Laura’s eyes narrowed, “Why?”

“Because you all get whatever you want. Everyone who looks at you wants to be you or at least be WITH you. Doors that are shut for everyone else are wide open for you. You have power, prestige, beauty. Rumor even has it that you have President Lindegren in your pocket. And I don’t know what you did to Charli, but one minute you had her cast as the campus loser, and now you seem to have resurrected her as one of your own!”

‘Hmm, if only she knew that it was Charli that resurrected me! Not the other way around.’ Laura thought wistfully.

Laura continued to stare at Yasmine. She wasn’t like most of the girls who tried to pledge Omega Xi. For starters, she seemed much too shy…much too…well, nice. It took a certain self confidence to be one of the best, and this girl was lacking. She didn’t have that killer, back-stabber instinct. Yet, there was a desperation about her desire to enter their folds that seemed off somehow. Most girls that had Yasmine’s personality wouldn’t even have bothered and would have settled for one of the lesser sororities on campus. Still…

Laura took out her phone and turned on its camera. She pointed it at Yasmine. “Give me a sexy smile.” Yasmine was taken off guard and she waffled between a smile that looked forced and a sexy pout that looked like she’d taken too much valium.

Lowering the phone without taking the photo, Laura sighed, “No…God, that was terrible.” Laura considered the wreck before her. “Close your eyes.” Yasmine nervously obeyed. “Block out everything around you and focus on my voice.” Laura scooted closer so she could whisper directly in Yasmine’s ear. The proximity of the sexy sorority girl had Yasmine on edge. “Good. Now I want you to picture in your head the one person you desire most. You have a good picture of this person?” Yasmine nodded and licked her lips nervously. “Who is it?”

“D…Dr. Walters…our Anthropology teacher,” she sighed.

Laura suppressed a giggle. Where most girls fantasized about her master, she was proudly one of the few that he’d fucked. That made what she had to say next all the easier. She licked her lips and the sound made Yasmine shudder. “Okay, at least you have good taste. Now, imagine you two are alone in the lecture hall. All the doors are locked. The lights are dim.” Laura’s hot, moist breath in her ear was causing Yasmine to pant. “He walks up to you. Wordlessly he grabs your blouse and rips it open.”

Yasmine’s body jerked in response to her imagination, as if her blouse were actually being ripped off. Her face was beginning to flush again and she kept wetting her lips with her tongue.

“He presses himself against your naked chest, one hand squeezing your breast, the other pressing your pussy tight against his leg, his hand firmly gripping your ass. He bends down and you kiss, his tongue chasing yours.” Yasmine’s lips parted. She fought for control of her tongue, barely remembering that she was sitting on a bench in the quad. “You reach up and feel his strong shoulders, his chiseled pecs. You trace further and further down, over his sculpted abs to his belt.” Yasmine was breathing heavily now, her hands wringing in her lap. “You unclasp his belt and unzip his pants. You reach inside and feel his hot, throbbing cock. He’s excited for you. He’s huge. Your hand doesn’t even fit all the way round it and you can feel its pulse in your palm. He puts a hand on your shoulder and you begin kissing your way lower, and lower…”

Desire was written all over the girl’s face. She was seconds from reaching under her own skirt, right there in the quad. “Now, open your eyes.” As Yasmine’s heavily lidded eyes opened halfway, Laura snapped the picture. While the girl came back to the real world, Laura took advantage of her momentary disorientation to also snap a photo of the still open notebook.

Yasmine shook her head and took a deep shuddering breath. She didn’t realize how worked up she’d just gotten. “Wha..huh?” she asked dazedly.

Laura clicked back to the photo she’d taken and showed Yasmine. Even for a camera-phone, the picture was unbelievably hot. The girl looked lost in lust, her lips moist and shiny, her eyes lidded, her skin flush, and her little pink tongue touching her upper lip sensuously. “That’s inside you, somewhere Yasmine. The girls who make it into Omega Xi are what you see here in this photo. If you think you’re more THIS than corn-princess, then you have a chance…a slim chance. What’s your phone number?”

“Uh, 773-555-2526. Why?”

“I’m sending you this photo. I want you to study it carefully. I’ll think about whether or not you’re Omega Xi material…you should think about it too.”

With that, Laura closed her phone and promptly stood and left. She was late for another appointment. Yasmine had promise, but there were still some nagging doubts.

Laura was halfway to her appointment with Heather when she realized that if Dr. Walters wasn’t in class today, then Heather probably wasn’t at work either. She quickly debated whether or not she should intrude. In the end, she decided that if they were bothered by her presence, then they could punish her…and that thought had interesting possibilities of its own…