The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Good Neighbor 3

Tags: MC, MF, MD, GR, HU

Synopsis: A neighbor left a fledging harem unattended, and hilarity ensues.

Note: “My Erotic Fiction”, which means it cannot be reposted, etc. without my permission; it may be illegal or immoral for you to read; and it is all made up.

Note 2: Read Good Neighbor and GN2 first, OK?

Good Neighbor 3

“Uh...”

Ah, who are we fooling. Jack and Kiki fuckeed fuckeed. They fuckeeded fuckeed until well past the point one or the other should have collapsed, but Jack’s new cock and Kiki’s new sex drive just kept them going and going and going... (Where the hell did that toy rabbit come from? Get it and its damn drum out of here!)

Jack did not neglect the others—each girl got a stomach, pussy, and ass-full of 100% Prime Grade A sperm so vigorous that you could almost hear the spermatozoa jumping around in the stray puddles of semen.

The early risers among them—Angel, Bunny, Sammy, and Kuni—got up at the crack of 1:30 PM Saturday afternoon. They took a warm shower and helped each other massage out the kinks before they started in on laundry, making breakfast, and cleaning up after the rough night before.

One by one the others woke to the smell of coffee, or to the sun coming through the blinds, or from the impact of being rolled off the bed so someone else could move. Even going two at a time, there was a line at the bathroom. Life in a harem is not all milk and honey.

Eventually they were all gathered in the dining room and their stomachs had some real food in them. Kiki was wrapped around Jack’s leg again, gently rubbing her sex on his ankle. She well-proved her ability to fuckee fuckee, suckee suckee, and whatever the hell the politically incorrect term for anal intercourse would be in this situation—assee assee? Buttee buttee? Reamee... naw.

Angel looked Jack in the eyes. “Jack, darling. We all know this is a real mess and it is all my fault. There is a pretty obvious answer, though. Thanks to the boxes, we are eight of the best prostitutes the world has ever known. You are a good man, but you have only tapped a fraction of all the sex slave stuff the doc shoved in our brains. Any one of us could put a dent in a payment in just one night, and enjoy every second of it—if you told us to do so. With the right clients or situations, we could earn a full payment in just a few days work.”

Jack did not move for a long moment. “Yeah. I know. It would be a really easy way out, but I don’t think I can do it. Or, more accurately, I don’t think I could let you do it. This whole mess is just so wrong, so immoral! You were kidnapped and enslaved! That’s a death penalty crime, and I am guilty of it eight times over!” The girls all started to object, to argue their love for him and their dissatisfaction of their previous lives.

“Yeah, I know all that too.” Jack said. “And in most ways, this is not my fault—just the wrong guy answering the wrong door in the middle of the night. But...” And he lapsed back to a brooding silence. Lily spun him around and shoved her big ol’ tits in his face even as she sat on his lap.

“Jack” She said as she began to rock on his groin. “You need to relax a bit. We’ll help you figure this out. OK?” He looked in her sweet face and smiled—then pushed her to the ground!

“AHHHH!” Jack’s groin was in agony! The way Lily caught him made his monster cock fold almost in half as it filled! How in the hell did guys with big cocks do it? Jack was always having to adjust himself, or sleeping on it wrong. He sat on it a couple times, which really hurt and was just fucking embarrassing to boot. He had taken to going commando in loose sweats, and had no idea what he was going to do about work come Monday. Besides the awkwardness, he got really horny really often... like almost hourly.

Just last night, about 4 or so in the morning, Jack felt his dragon beast rise in its search for a damsel to deflower. Jack looked over the womanflesh piled up around him and tried to wake Kiki—she was always ready for a quickie (Jack smiled when he ‘heard’ how that sounded in his mind). Not being able to rouse her at all, he gently shook Sammy—after all, Sammy was the resident nympho and adored sex. She would certainly be happy to help him out! “God, Jack. Just... Can’t you stick that thing in your own mouth, as big as it is? Let me sleep for a while. I’m sore and exhausted!”

Dear God! He had eight adult women programmed to fulfill his every desire, built with superhuman endurance and pussies, and he wore them out???? Now what the hell was he going to do? In the end, he just jacked-off over a random heap of women and went back to bed.

Now, however, Lily was looking at him with a pout on her face, rubbing her adorable butt. Jack begged forgiveness and helped her up. She gave him a kiss and a hug and promised he could make it up to her soon.

They got into brainstorming, following the classic rule that there are no bad ideas at this stage, and they quickly pushed the limits of bad ideas. Getting jobs were a pretty obvious choice, but the girls had a unique take on what sorts of jobs to get. They all agitated for some sort of sex industry things—out and out prostitution, movies, web sites, one-on-one sites, selling used panties, escorting, outservice massage, and so on. Somehow, the more they talked about this, the more naked they all got. Sammy suggested getting jobs at places like Hooters—they would get killer tips! That was a lot more to Jack’s liking. About half of the girls had been waitstaff of some sort at some point in their lives and that got them to talking about that sort of option... until Angel mentioned that they really did not have valid ID any more.

That sparked a conversation about how they still had their old lives and identities, which triggered another about new IDs, and that sparked... Jack brought it to a halt and decided they needed to get to bed and try to get back on a more normal schedule. They would have all day Sunday to think about it, and he really needed to be able to wake up on Monday to get back to work.

As Jack sat nude in his dining room chair, Angel came to him to kiss him goodnight. Angel had a special place in Jack’s heart as his ‘first’, and dearly loved kissing her, especially when she seemed determined to get a rise out of him. Her soft, warm lips and light perfume would be enough to capture his full attention, as were her warm breasts on his chest and shoulders. But what really locked up his mind was her delicate fondling of his rising shaft and Large Grade A egg-sized balls. He began to moan and started to massage her large tits and rub her thick nipples in his fingers.

The dining room chairs were just straight-backed wooden things with no arms, so it was easy for Angel to straddle Jack and slip his monster cock into her waiting sheath. It was surprisingly gentle and tender sex—the chair rocked and creaked a bit but did not collapse (as had three other pieces of furniture in the house so far.) Long, slow, shivering withdrawals, then moaningly pleasant returns. Jack’s eyes were closed but he still heard other noises around them as the others of his little club sought their own releases.

After a dozen or so teasing strokes, Angel touched her forehead to his and began to bear down, his thick sausage in her meat-grinder of a pussy, driven by her powerhouse hips. They were soon grunting as Jack tried to grab her hips and ass, and tits, and neck at the same time and his mouth was just wandering around randomly on whatever parts of her he could reach. She was puffing and panting as her tendons began to creak and pop with her efforts. They reached their peaks at the same time, crying out in their rapture as most of the other girls watched and smiled... or rubbed themselves... or each other.

A little later, they decided to get some shopping done. The girls may have not been the most intelligent group on Earth, but they could organize and follow orders like nobody’s business. Lists were made, assignments given, and they hit the stores like a small swarm of incredibly sexy locusts... which is actually a really bad mental image.

The girls broke into natural teams—first four and new four, the ‘big girls’ (Angel, Sammy, Ginger, and Bunny) and the ‘little girls’ (Kuni, Kiki, and Lily. Candy was in-between, so tended to hang with the smaller girls, but also worked with the other group well), ‘sister’ pairs of who processed whom, hair color groupings, etc. In this case, they worked as ‘sisters’ and in hindsight, it may have been a mistake to send Ginger and Sammy on the particular assignment they got.

They hit Wally World and got a lot of basic needs with the ‘assistance’ of a strapping young man or four... each. Ginger and Sammy worked them like they were string puppets—they did all the fetching and toting, even helping load the car. They damn near paid for the stuff, too. The girls, dressed as usual in clothes that would be skimpy on short flat-chested women, had created a visible shock wave as they moved through the store. They giggled at the fact that whatever aisle they were in always seemed to be rather crowded with guys who were just... browsing for whatever happened to be handy. One young man seemed to be intently studying the ingredients in a douche.

That, however, was not the mistake. As they drove from Wally World, they noticed the sign for Dr. Bob’s Romance Superstore and decided that they needed to stop there for the things they did not find at Wally World (‘We can’t get this brand of lube, it tastes horrible!’) Now, Dr. Bob’s tries to be a ‘nice’ and upbeat place, focusing on ‘marital aids’ and lingerie, but they do have a rather extensive back room and a somewhat sketchy clientele for the most part. Dropping two drop-dead gorgeous woman exuding sex from every pore and showing more perfect skin than a typical women’s swim team can pull together was... well, let’s just say it was not likely to win “Best Idea of the Year”.

Heads inside the store snapped towards the doorway so fast you could hear the vertebra popping. By the time the two were fully in the store, every male in the place was erect and 100% controlled by his primitive ape brain. Off in whatever control room runs the galaxy, you could hear a voice: “Activate full melt-down in five... four... three...”.

In the legends that grew from the events that followed, it is never clear exactly what happened. The ‘Mailman’s Story’ has it that the babe barely in green (Ginger) dropped her purse and bent over to pick it up. ‘Timothy D.’s Tale’ holds that the bodacious bitch in hot pink (Sammy) got her top snagged on some merchandise and it tore off, flashing the entire store. Some hold that it was a mass hallucination, or maybe even a false memory implanted by aliens. After all, what human women could or would possibly make every man there cum—simultaneously, according to legend—until the men all passed out? All without using their mouths or ever getting naked?

The mainstream media ran a story about it, but attributed the incident to a gas leak that made the guys pass out. Supposedly, since it was in a sex store, they had a remarkably similar set of hallucinations, possibly inspired by some video that may or may not have been showing at the time. The government sent out their own investigators, who confiscated the security footage, which never seen again (although there is a persistent rumor that a certain office in the midwest had a really happy male staff from that time since). The store built a small shrine to the ‘titanic, terrific twins’ with a reward for any information leading to the identity of either woman. (Sadly, none of Jack’s harem ever saw the offer!)

By the time the girls got home, they looked immaculate and no one would have been any the wiser except that Sammy’s purse fell open and a couple dozen men’s undies fell out. “Darn it! What am I supposed to do with these? Oh, gross—some of them have phone numbers written on them!” When Jack asked what happened, both girls replied, in total guilelessness, “Nothing special. Why?”

As the returning women converged and began to put away the groceries and other supplies, they regaled each other stories of each team’s adventures, but they all agreed a.) to not tell Jack about most of it, and b.) that Ginger and Sammy won.

Later, after some sex, supper, sex, cleaning up, and some sex, everyone went to bed. The next morning was remarkably normal in that most of the group was in the living room just chilling and watching TV when Angel cleared her throat. The other girls sat to attention and turned to look at Jack, who could feel his balls desperately trying to hide inside his body from a sudden flash of terror.

“We’ve been talking and we have some ideas to show you.” She queued up a PowerPoint presentation and began to discuss the pros and cons of some of the earlier money-making ideas, with a heavy emphasis on sex for pay and reinforced by photos of a couple of the shopping trips showing the reactions of different guys. Based on their calculations, the debt could be covered in less than a year, with enough left over to help them find a more suitable house. In a year, the house could be paid for and Jack could be on the way to not worrying about money any more.

Jack thought about it, and was indeed tempted, but in the end vetoed the idea completely. Instead, they put together some working plans for selling the houses; collecting as much insurance, etc. as they could; and getting working IDs so they could take on real jobs.

Monday came and the workday was finally over. Jack’s day was made less than stellar by his new cock’s reaction to every attractive woman at the office, and its rather aggressive insistence on getting some attention. He persevered and made it home to be met with a table covered in money.

“Uh...” He’s in brain-fib. Get the paddles! Set to 1.21 Gigawatts! Charging! CLEAR! ZZZAPP! OK, we have normal brain rhythm... at least normal for him.

He REALLY did not want to ask the logical question here, so he just looked at Angel, who was looking at the floor. The other ‘big girls’—Ginger, Bunny, and Sammy had huge smiles on their faces but shook their heads gently. Kuni was hugging Kiki, and Candy and Lily were holding hands. The latter trio all had cute pouts on their faces and apparently Candy was their spokesperson.

“Jack, Lord and Master.” Jack KNEW he was not going to like whatever followed this. “We, um, we got as much of our jobs done today as we could, so we all got to talking.” At this, the other girls were either nodding, or looking at the floor. The thing is... well...”

“We got horny.” Kiki blurted.

“And you said we needed some money.” Lily added.

“And you really never said ‘no’ as far as we could tell.” Kuni chimed in.

“So...” Candy started.

“We went out and found some guys to give blow jobs to!” Kiki said, all in a rush.

Jack was trying to rub away his developing headache. “So... how much did you raise?”

“$2,301.” Candy said with a certain pride.

Jack looked surprised, then confused. “Who paid a buck?”

Kiki giggled. “All of them!”

Lily smacked her with a handy pillow. “Stop that! Some of the guys just gave us everything in their wallets. We did not know what to charge, so we started at $20 and raised it based on on the market.”

“Where the hell did you go?” Turns out that they hit a really lucrative area between a couple local colleges that had some convenient private places. It further turned out that Ginger drove them and helped coordinate. “Why didn’t you... you know... ‘perform’?” He asked her.

“I wanted to, but I couldn’t—it felt like I was disobeying you enough as it was. I think these three little tramps did not notice your reactions as much during that discussion and had more leeway to act.”

“OK, so how is everything else going?” Jacked asked, a but begrudgingly.

A couple weeks later, it was time for a payment, and they were able to pay it off with some money to spare, even though they had barely had any luck yet liquidating their assets or getting legal identities. It did turn out, though, that Sammy ‘knew a guy’ that could get them illegal ID that would work well enough for some things, so they put that in motion as well.

Jack was sitting on the sofa reflecting how weirdly normal everything was after only a few weeks. A couple of the girls were playing backgammon while a few others were doing household chores per a duty roster. Angel and Sammy were on computers—Angel taking some on-line classes, Sammy was updating a pay-per-view site they set up that Jack had not yet visited. Kiki, who was pretty much back to normal other than her enhanced sex drive and a bit more of an adorable accent than before, and a tendency to act like Jack’s pet, was doing her nails as she watched TV beside Jack. They had had a medium-small orgy a couple hours ago and were basically winding down to bedtime. Lily and Bunny came up to him.

“Its our turn tonight Jack! Bedtime!” He kissed the other girls goodnight and went to the ‘Master’ bedroom with the two. Bunny was undressing herself and him as they walked, tossing the clothes aside. Lily was picking them up and shaking her head. She just knew that Bunny would take advantage of her neat streak and already be on Jack by the time she got there.

When she stepped in the room, she was shocked to see that Jack had tied Bunny down on the bed and blindfolded. “She was being naughty, wasn’t she?” Jack asked. Lily nodded her head mutely. “Shall we punish her?” Lily nodded again. Jack gave her a choice—left hand or right?

Silently, she took the item in the right hand and approached the bed. Bunny felt the bed shift. “Lily? Is that you? What’s going on? What are you going to do to me?” Lily smiled and took the huge feather and stroked it from Bunny’s throat to her delightful mons. Bunny arched her back and groaned! “No! No fair tickling! Please!” Lily just used the feather to outline Bunny’s huge tits and stroke her arms a bit. Bunny struggled against the knots and was alternating between laughing and screaming.

Jack began to massage and stroke Bunny on her now juicy cunny and thighs. Bunny moaned and moved her hips for more contact, just as Lily tickled her sides with delicate fingertips and Bunny jerked violently in response. “AAAAHHHHH!”

By now Lily was giggling and alternating between kissing and tickling Bunny, even as she removed the blindfold and Jack was eating her out noisily. Bunny was thrashing and seemed to be trying to laugh and cry and pant at the same time. When Lily added tweaking Bunny’s generous nipples, Bunny lost it and gushed into Jack’s mouth. She fell back limp and the other two untied her. Lily even got a cool cloth to wipe her with and something to drink.

After a bit of a rest, Bunny quickly turned and used her weight to hold Lily in a submissive pose, ass high off the bed. Lily started to laugh. “You don’t have to force me to present myself for Jack!”

Bunny replied “No, but I do for this!” She pushed several fingers at once into Lily’s tight vault, making her gasp in shock and pleasure. Just as Bunny was getting a pattern going, she gasped herself as Jack shoved his huge cock in her with little warning!

“Hey!”

“All’s fair, babe! Besides, you looked so fuckable in that position!” Lily took advantage of Bunny’s distraction and rolled out to begin to kiss the bigger girls nipples and Jack’s lips. “Lily—lay down. Bunny—reward Lily for helping me.” Lily smilingly got into position and Bunny began to eat her out as Jack shoved his thick meat in in, forcing her harder onto Lily’s crotch, making her squeak in pleasure.

When Jack came, Bunny must have bitten down just a bit because Lily yelped and began to come as well. Soon, Bunny was thrashing in her own orgasm and the group fell into a sweaty jumble. A quick shower and they were soon sleeping... other than a couple of middle-of-the-night blow-jobs to keep Jack’s balls comfortably empty.

The stars slowly aligned over the next month. Homes were sold, real IDs were obtained with the help of a thoroughly bewitched young lawyer. (One big lesson Jack learned over and over was that a beautiful woman often gets her way when bribes, begging, and threats do not work.)

The house just behind Jack that Sammy used to own sold particularly quickly. The gentleman looking at it seemed less interested in the home than in the sales pitch. Perhaps the fact that Sammy and Kuni were showing it off helped, but what really sold it was when he noticed that the upstairs back bedrooms overlooked a tall fence into a yard that ‘just happened’ to have a few amazingly busty women sunbathing in it... nude. He did not even haggle on the price.

An unmarked truck had long since picked up a lot of the stuff from the good doctor’s old home, and apparently, the mysterious SSI sold the home... although the new owner was kinda creepy, too.

Payments were made, money was earned. Jack never really warmed up to everything the girls did to make most of the money, but he did help them with things like figuring out security elements and such. The important things were they were happy, and they kept Jack REALLY happy.

The ‘insurance policy’ popped up just when Jack was thinking/hoping they had forgotten about it. One morning, he woke up to see an unfamiliar face giving him a spectacular blow-job. She looked French or Italian with a longish face and sexily elegant eyes and brows and olive skin with long black hair swirling around.

“Uh... Who are you?” At least he recovered nicely, huh?

“Cosa?” She said in a sexy voice with an Italian accent. She sat up to reveal heavy breasts and a tiny waist.

About then, Angel came in. “Jack, have you seen Ginger? It was her turn for... Who the heck is that?”

“I don’t know.” The two looked at the stranger.

“Perché stai guardando me?” The stranger said.

“Hold on... that’s... Italian, I think. ‘Why are you looking at me’?” The stranger nodded her head.

“Who are you?” Angel asked. The stranger looked completely shocked.

“Sono mio, Ginger!”

“Jack... She say’s she’s Ginger.”

“Fuck.”

When they got everyone together, it turns out that some of the girls recognized her as looking rather like Aria Giovanni in her younger glory days. It further turned out that she could understand them, but not speak in English other than a few broken phrases. Thank god for translation apps! She also did not think she changed at all and had always been an Italian beauty that was willingly enslaved to Jack. She did not remember being a red-head or Ms. Dodds, or any ‘nonsense’ about transformation boxes (which really challenged the translator.)

However, she DID remember that she just adored Jack’s ‘enorme pene’ and was ragingly bisexual. It also turned out that she probably had the physically tightest ‘vagina’ (one of the few words she used that Jack easily understood) of the group. She proved this by just pushing Jack onto the bed and squatting down on him as she guided him in. When she lifted herself, he came up a couple inches before sliding back down, and her lower lips seemed reluctant to let him go. Soon, she was pounding on him and tossing her long hair around as she screamed in Italian. Some part of Jack’s brain noted that her nipples were actually kind of small, but cute!

The ‘Italian Ginger’ was really helpful in a lot of ways. She was great at modeling and acting on the website, and really popular with lots of their ‘street customers’ although she could not cook worth a damn—even though ‘Ginger Ginger’ could. And of course, she had no ID—again. Apparently a massive boost to the libido was a default setting for these ‘insurance policies’ because Ginger could go through a dozen people in an afternoon and barely be warmed up for Jack—her obvious favorite. She always screamed loudly when they had their rowdy sex, and the more girls involved, the merrier as far as she was concerned.

Time moves on, though, and after a couple weeks, Ginger’s hair was showing auburn highlights and her body was a little different, and the sex was a bit gentler. Her skin was fading back to ‘Ginger Ginger’s’ original alabaster tones and her face was reshaping slowly. More and more English crept into her language until the original Ginger was back—mostly. She still had a bit of an accent, and her body was subtly different and a touch tanner. And of course, her libido was still a few notches higher than it had been.

They debated over and over if increasing the payment schedule would reduce the ‘insurances’, or if it would just set a new bar for them to keep meeting. For now, they decided to keep things as they were.

When the anniversary of the group rolled around, the group went on a vacation to a couple of cabins in some woods a few hours away. They took a ton of food and fell as far off the grid as they could—taking care to make a full payment just before they left and leaving notes with the monitoring group before they left, lest they suspect they were running off.

The homes they could sell were sold. As many wills, insurance policies, and ID issues as could be dealt with were dealt with, and all was going nicely. Jack had gotten a couple raises and promotions at work, cash was rolling in from multiple streams sufficient that the payments no longer bit into his checks at all, and their ducks were in a row for once.

The vacation went well. Great food, swimming and rock climbing, touring local sites, even getting some fishing in fit almost seamlessly between bouts of great sex—indoors, outdoors, on beaches, in the lake, a rather foolish attempt in a boat which ended up as another round in the lake, and even in a movie theater that they were the only patrons of at that showing.

The assemblage was home, happily putting things away and laughing over the events when the doorbell rang. Angel went to answer it.

“Mom?” A beautiful and busty teen in a scandalous schoolgirl outfit was looking at Angel.

“Penny?” Angel screeched. Jack’s eyes popped open. Penny was old Ms. Maddy’s fifty-something pretty much estranged daughter on the other coast.

“Um, yeah. Have you ever heard of something called the Midwest Transmogrification Box? And why did the creepy guy next door tell me to mention ‘insurance’?”

“Uh...”

-End-