The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Penny was Angel’s, uh, Maddy’s daughter from ‘before’. The old Penny was something like 50. I’d met her a few times but she lived in another state because of her job and only came home rarely. She used to look like absolutely nothing special—a typical somewhat dumpy matronly woman that could be anything from a manager to a librarian and no one would really pay much attention to.

Penny now looked like the blonde chick with the same name from the show Big Bang Theory... if it was recast as a big boob fetish porno. Cute, blonde, perky—very ‘Midwest cheerleadery’, with bazongas that fit in with the rest of my girls perfectly. Jack figured whoever Transformed her had a sense of humor, and a nerd streak bigger than his ever was.

Angel took her hot daughter aside and began explaining their situation. Jack was not sure he wanted to know what exactly they discussed in there, but after a bit Kuni came out and took him aside.

“Have you touched Penny?” She asked. He was a bit startled by the question.

“Uh, no... I don’t think so.” Kuni looked at me adorably as she chewed her lip.

“We don’t think anyone touched her before her mom did. As best we can tell, her mom primed her and she is beginning to feel the need for the ‘oral dose’.”

“Oral dose?” At first Jack was just confused and then things clicked in place. “You mean!?!?!” Kuni nodded her head. Penny had obviously been Processed, but for some reason Jack’s brain had refused to make the obvious connection to the need for the binding aspect. “Oh god!” The random thought that he could now field a baseball team got him giggling as he thought about scantily clad girls running bases, throwing balls, etc. An inning was playing out in his mind’s eye. Lily was up to bat. Ginger was winding up for the pitch...

“Jack!” Kuni noticed his lack of focus and called him back. “You need to go in there and help the poor girl!”

“No... no no nonononnononononono... We need to... We need to...” Jack was stepping backwards to put distance between himself and the door hiding Penny. He had not noticed that Sammy and Ginger were behind him.

The big sisters braced him and hugged him. “It’ll be OK, Lover.” Sammy told him.

“Come on, she is already hurting, and she’s going to be in pain soon.” Ginger reminded him. The two gently guided him towards the door... without his feet touching the ground. Sammy knocked and a tearful Angel opened the door, brightening up when she saw Jack there. She flung her arms around him and began kissing and thanking him for taking care of her little girl.

Being reminded that the hot blonde teen was Angel’s daughter did not make things easier for the slightly queasy Jack, but the warm loving kisses from Angel were being reinforced by Kuni, Sammy, and Ginger, who were also sneakily taking his clothes off. Before he could regain any control, they slipped out and closed the door. He heard a definite ‘click’ and confirmed that they had locked him in.

Penny was sitting up in bed, two long pigtails on either side, blanket pulled up to her shoulders, with a killer sad pout on her face and tears shimmering in her eyes. “Mr. Allen... sir... would you please help me?” She was using a ‘baby doll’ voice that was just killing Jack. She looked like the jailiest baitiest thing he had ever seen in his life... well, other than those terrific tits... and dear Lord was he hard. It did not help that when her eyes dropped to his groin, her eyes opened wide and her mouth made a sexy ‘O’ shape, shapely pink fingers delicately covering her mouth.

“Uh... help... help you, how, Penny?”

“Maybe you could just come here and keep me warm?” She asked as cutely as could be. She held up a corner of the blanket and no bed had ever looked so inviting to Jack.

“O... OK” he stammered as he clumsily slid in, trying for some absurd reason to avoid all skin contact with the sinfully sexy woman-child. Penny’s face lit up and she almost purred as she wrapped herself around his chest and shoulders.

“Mmmm... I feel so much better now. Thank you, Mr. Allen!”

“Y... You can call me Jack.”

“Can... could I please call you Daddy?” She asked with a nervous giggle.

“Ummm...” Every synapse in Jack’s brain popped even as he heard giggling at the door. His overtaxed mental wiring was just realigning itself when he felt a warm, delicate hand ever-so-gently, but very determinedly grasp his throbbing cock.

“Ohhh... Daddy. You feel so big in my little hand. It is so hard and heavy. Daddy? Can I please... kiss it? I need to kiss it so bad, Daddy. Please?” Jack nodded stiffly and Penny squealed in joy and plunged under the covers. Once she was in position, she flipped the covers around so they mostly covered her but let her look at Jack with her big blue eyes. She kept Jack’s eyes trapped on hers as she stuck out her tongue and touched the very tip of his cock as lightly as a feather, and began to moan.

“Oh, Daddy, it tastes so good! I’ve got to...” and she began taking him in her mouth.

Jack had received dozens of blow-jobs from his girls in the last several months—probably more like hundreds. Each of his girls was different—Kuni’s delicate ceremonial performances, Lily’s athletic routines, Ginger’s no-holds-barred attacks... but none of them quite felt like Penny’s version. It was as if he had the world’s bestest flavored lollipop in the whole world, and there was a prize in the middle, and she was in a contest to see who could reach the prize fastest while bringing the judges off with just the visual stimulation. The blanket slid off her body in what looked like a well-planned accident, revealing more and more of her tight physique. As she was revealed, she became more energetic and used her arms and legs more to bring him closer and closer to a magnificent peak.

When he finally came, she moaned, then began to giggle, then laugh as she fell in beside him and flung her arms wide. “That was AMAZING! Thank you Daddy!” The door finally burst open and the others swarmed in and began to cover us both with hugs and kisses... and at least a few surreptitious licks. At least a few of them caught the ‘Daddy’ comment and grinned at them. Penny giggled again and said “Well, since he is fucking my Mommy, doesn’t that sort of make him my Daddy?” Angel burst out in a fit of giggles. Ginger noticed the expression on Jack’s face and began laughing.

One by one the other eight girls got out of bed and watched Penny and Jack expectantly. Penny, for her part, was on her side, stroking Jack as he lay there, trying to catch his breath and some measure of his dignity as his thick cock began to refill. He knew what was next, and finally decided to take a more active role.

“Right, then.” He said as he got out of bed, then moved her to the edge so he could give her a good eating out. She grasped his head and began to moan “Daddy Jack” and “Oh God” over and over. When Jack determined she was ready, he flipped her over almost effortlessly so her adorable ass was perfectly presented and sank himself in her soaking cootch in one strong stroke. She squealed and the assemblage applauded his efforts.

As Jack fucked his newest addition with long strokes, his other beauties gathered around to hold, stroke, lick, and caress whatever they could find. Angel wrapped her arms around his shoulders and thanked him, kissing him on the cheek at first, but turning his head for a full-blown, all out tongue attack of a kiss that made his balls tense up.

Penny cried out with another powerful orgasm and brought Jack’s attention back to her. He settled in and screwed her silly, blowing several thick wads deep inside her until she fell limp, and Jack stumbled back and pulled out of her with a thick plop. One of the girls guided him to a chair as a couple others descended on the pair with warm damp cloths to help clean them up a bit, and others brought some ice tea.

When they had gotten home from their recent vacation, there had been a basket of fruit on the table with a note. Candy was the first one in with the job of getting things unlocked, lights on, etc. so she was the one that found it. When she read the note, she went pale for a moment and quickly tucked it in a drawer. As the first of the other girls struggled in with loads of stuff, Candy conspired with them to keep it quiet for now.

When Jack was done with Penny and had a chance to catch his breath, he saw it sitting on the sideboard. “Nice basket. Who did that come from?” They told Jack it had been there when they got home and he had just missed it in the confusion. He grabbed a banana from it and gave it no more thought—missing the look of relief on Candy’s face.

As per the new plan, different groups of the girls peeled off to start different jobs. Being the new girl, Penny was conscripted to laundry duty. Jack and the girls spread their lives over his and Maddy’s old house across the street, and to speed things up, they often split things like cooking and laundry over the two places. Eventually, they would get a bigger place but it worked for now. Most of the time. Pretty much.

Penny was bringing a full laundry bag back to Jack’s house when she stumbled over something and dropped her bag, spilling pretty delicates over the lawn. A teen mowing the yard next to Maddy’s house rushed over to help.

“Hey, do ya need a hand? Here, let me help you up. I... Uh, I’m Mike, by the way.” He had her back on her feet and was brushing off some grass before his brain really registered that her very cropped and very tight top had shifted and one of her big breasts was completely exposed. Mike’s attention had been caught by a sexy grass stain on Penny’s tight white shorts and he did not realize that one of his hands was absently brushing grass off her bare breast.

Until Penny giggled.

Mike’s brain caught up with his hand just as it froze over Penny’s excited nipple and he stumbled backwards, tangling himself up in pretty undies. He flailed about for a moment and somehow got a huge bra caught over his head and arm. “Gee, thanks for the hand, Mike. It was nice. Now let me help you... up.” Mike missed the double entendre in Penny’s tone, and missed her pointed look at his crotch as he finally worked the lacy pink thing off desperately trying to ignore how nice it felt on his skin or how arousing it smelled when it was on his face. (That was a clean bra. His brain... and other body parts... probably would have exploded if it had been recently worn.)

Penny helped Mike to his feet, only to have him almost fall back over with a yelp of pain. “Are you OK?” She asked.

“I think I messed up my ankle. It’ll be OK.” He took a tentative step, but it was obvious that it really hurt.

“Here, let me help you to the house. We can get some ice on that.” She slipped an arm around him and helped him hobble into the house. “Oopsie! Let me take that.” She pulled a sky blue thong from where it had gotten hung up on his belt. “Wouldn’t want my mom to think you were playing with her panties. At least, not when she wasn’t involved.” Penny smiled, and the few parts of Mike’s brain that were not tied up in the pain in his foot busied themselves trying to parse what she said.

As they entered Jack’s house, Mike’s brain just plain gave it up. While Jack’s girls did not normally walk around in little or nothing, it WAS laundry day and they were not expecting guests, so Mike was feasted to the sight of what looked like Lucy Pinder wearing just an apron as she cleaned, and a nearly nude Asian porn star stretching up to dust a shelf. Lily and Kuni went over to help Penny with the limping boy, easing him to a nearby chair with Lily taking charge. “Kuni, go get an ice pack and ask Angel to come here. Penny, go bring that stool over for him to rest his foot on.”

A minute later, Mike was sipping cold milk with his foot up and covered with an ice bag and was being tendered to by Angel, Penny, Lily, and Kuni. Penny was fully, if sexily, dressed, Lily had the apron still, Kuni was still nearly nude, and Angel was wearing what looked like an old, too-small bikini top and a pair of jean shorts that barely covered as much as a pair of panties would. Mike figured his brain and balls were both going to explode soon and he was determined to enjoy the sights and sensations until then.

“Oh... yeah. Here you go, guys. I brought some clean undies over. Maybe it will help Mike relax a bit.” Lily and Kuni glanced at his crotch and smiled at him in a way that kicked the countdown to explosion up several seconds, but then they wiggled into their bras and panties—speeding the countdown up even faster as Mike felt steam begin to pour out of his valves. He cooled down pretty damn quickly when a guy walked in, but did not relax an iota.

“Hi, Mike, is it? I’m Jack. Hey, I’m really sorry about all this. How’s your ankle doing? Would you like us to take you to the hospital to get an x-ray or anything?”

“N... N... No, I’m OK... I think I... I probably should get home. That is, uh, my folks will be home soon and I need to get the yard finished up and ah...”

“Oh, Unka Jack! How about a couple of us help Mike home, and then I can finish the yard for him?”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Jack noticed Sammy walking past, thankfully fully dressed. “Sammy, could you help Penny get Mike here back home and settled in?” Mike had never felt quite so exposed as he did when the tall, heavy-breasted dirty blonde they called Sammy looked him over. Mike was sure he had seen her before somewhere, then realized she looked a lot like Jordan Carver on the sites he NEVER visited... according to his carefully groomed search history.

Sammy was easily able to help Mike hobble back home with some assistance from Penny and they soon had him on his own couch and Penny was finishing up the last of the lawn. Sammy was sitting in a chair near Mike, leafing through a magazine. “Well, this is boring. So, Mike, what do you do for fun?” Mike started, feeling guilty since he had just been staring at Sammy’s rather abundant chest and thinking about how soft and warm it must be in there.

“Ah, hah... ummm...”

“OK, let me cut to the chase. I know you’ve seen all the girls around lately, haven’t you? In fact, I am pretty sure I’ve seen you out doing a lot of stuff outside whenever some of us are out too. Now, I think it is cute that you look at us like that and you are not some crude jerk while you do it. The thing is... while Angel and some of the others really like taking care of the garden, none of us really like doing the mowing, raking, shoveling, and that sort of thing and since we have two houses, there is a lot of it. With me so far, stud?”

Mike nodded, unsure if he was expected to say anything.

“So... here is what I am thinking. If you take care of the yard work for us at both houses, we will make sure you are well-rewarded. But... we don’t have a lot of money to spend for this, so we will reward you in other ways. What do you think?”

“Other...” He had to work his mouth a bit, it suddenly got very dry. “Other ways? What do you meAN!” His voice jumped an octave when Sammy laid a hand right on his very personal private space.

“I mean..” she whispered warmly in his ear even as she kept rubbing his groin gently, “that one or the other of us will—at least—suck you off every time you do something like that for us. If you need to bring a couple friends along with you, we will take care of them as well.” Mike’s eyes rolled back as he shot a wad in his jeans at that moment. “Ummm... feels like we have a deal. Come on. I’ll help you to the shower and give you a nice down payment on future services.”

When Penny was done with the yard, she came into the house with the intention of taking a shower with Mike and was quite disappointed to find him slumped in the tub with a huge smile on his face, and a smirking Sammy lying on the bed, reading some of his hidden porn stash. She looked up at Penny. “Well, I think I’ve taken care of our lawn care needs for the immediate future!”

Meanwhile, back at the Funny Farm (as Jack often thought of the place lately), some of the other members of Jack’s Fan Club (as the girls often referred to themselves) had pulled Jack aside to tell him the truth about the fruit basket and showed him the note.

‘Dear Jack and Company’, the note read, ‘Thank you for your recent payments on your outstanding debt. It has come to our attention that you have found ways to alternately fund your needs, and we feel we need to revisit the repayment schedule. Beginning in August, we expect that you will double your payment. We are sending a couple of ‘insurances’ that we hope you will enjoy to serve as a token of our appreciation as well as a reminder to remain diligent. If you have not met her yet, your first ‘insurance’ should arrive at your door very soon. The other will be a surprise in about a week. Thank you for choosing Midwest Transmogrification Technologies for all of your Transformative needs.’

By the time the girls woke Jack up from his faint, Penny and Sammy were back and knew the score. Angel, ever the practical one, simply stated that they would have to step up their fundraising efforts. The cheering and bouncing that ensued nearly knocked Jack out again. Of course, they also cheered Sammy’s brilliant solution to the yard work problem—now they had more time to earn money!

After the meeting and other events of the day, they decided to just order pizza. They had a standing order at the local shop, and because of the way they tipped, they got great service and free, really fast delivery! (They often giggled placing the call because they could hear the arguments over whose turn it was to bring the ‘za out. Sometimes it took two or three drivers to deliver it all!) Of course, the local Chinese place also delivered to them—and only to them, and the manager at the sandwich shop took it upon himself to deliver things personally, ‘just to ensure the best possible customer service, you understand’.

Even the local police seemed really eager to respond to calls concerning this address. There had been a flurry of such calls early on from concerned neighbors wondering about the sudden invasion of ‘that kind of woman’ in the neighborhood. Fortunately, the girls were able to convince the responding officers that everything was OK and they would keep things more controlled. Of course, a couple of the officers took it upon themselves to do some ‘community policing’ and swing by to make sure everyone in the house was still safe and secure.

Over the next several days, Jack began to notice a few odd things. Ever since Penny first called him ‘Unka Jack’ in public (and ‘Daddy’ in private, or during sex), his girls all seemed to be finding their own terms of endearment. Kiki and Kuni called him Jack-sama, which he learned is a ‘higher-level’ variation of ‘—san’... although occasionally, such as when playing with his cock, they call either it or him Jackie-bo, which he learned was used for things like baby boys the speaker thought were cute.

The three he thought of as being the more hot-blooded, Ginger, Bunny, and Sammy, tended to call him variants of ‘lover’ or ‘stud’, like ‘lover boy’ and ‘stud Master’. Lily often called him ‘Sir’ with an affectionate grin, while Candy usually stuck with Master, which seemed to make her shiver a bit. Angel, the one he usually felt closest to, usually called him typical ‘wife-like’ names, like ‘dear’ and ‘honey’, although all of them seemed to feel perfectly comfortable calling him a lot of other things.

He also noticed that some local teens were doing the yard work—even things like painting the shed and washing cars. When he asked Angel about it, she shrugged and said it was a deal Sammy worked out, but that it was not costing them anything so not to worry about it.

Jack was worrying, though. The houses felt crowded, people were coming and going at all hours, there was almost always a delivery person around (much like the pizza guys, this seemed to be a hotly desired destination for parcel delivery and pick-up), and most rooms in both houses were doing double or triple duty. Of the six available bedrooms, one was his and had a huge bed moved into it, one in his house and one in Angel’s was a ‘spare bedroom’ that also served as a set for a lot of their ‘live chat’ stuff, one was his den and library but now served as the hub of several of their businesses, one was loaded with bunkbeds (although the girls prefered to sleep with someone most of the time) and the last was a giant closet and prop room. Both basements had been turned into laundry and workshops for some of the other businesses—their ‘used panties’ were an especially hot commodity.

Jack felt like a spider in the middle of a web so big and complicated he had lost all control of it. There was no doubt in his mind they needed a new place, but with the new payment schedule there was no real way to pay for it. When he mentioned this at one of the fan club meetings a couple of the girls looked at each other and said they may have an idea.

On paper, things looked good—they were taking in a lot of money with the on-line stuff, photos, panties, crafts, and other sales, as well as the thinly veiled ‘escort service’ several of the girls ran on the side. There was even a corporation in place—“Paladin Enterprises Inc.” Since Jack adamantly refused to let them put his or their names on the thing, they named it after an old Western TV show Jack enjoyed. The crushing monthly payments to MTT were now only badly bruising, and they were able to stay a little ahead of the curve and even sock away some savings. Jack was still not happy with the overall plan and continued to hope they could get everyone meaningful employment so they could get out of the seamier stuff.

Besides the type of businesses they were running (and the ever-present chance of arrest), the other thing that really bothered Jack was the promise... or threat... of another ‘insurance’ demonstration. Even while Penny and his cock were ever-present reminders of what they could and would do, Kuni still showed some effects from her time as a bad stereotype of a ‘fuckee fuckee’ girl, and Ginger still spoke with a touch of an Italian accent and had a revved up libido, so Jack knew that MTT could and would act on their promise.

Bunny, Lily, and Kiki burst into his room, all sunshine and rainbows and bouncing bouncing breasts. “We did it!” “Whee!” and other outbursts brought most of the rest of the fan club to the office to see what the hubbub was all about.

“The three of us got jobs at that new place, Giggles!” Jack remembered seeing the ads for the place—a local ‘breastaurant’ that featured giggly, jiggly waitresses in their ads. At a signal, the three whipped off their jackets to reveal the Giggles uniform—shiny pink short shorts, shiny ‘nude’ stockings, and white crop-top tops that seemed to be significantly undersized, with the Giggle’s logo—a small GI, a huge G-G that brought attention to key anatomic landmarks, and a small LE’S on the end. Apparently, the place was flexible on footwear. Bunny was wearing tall shiny dark pink boots to great effect, while Lily was wearing white tennies with adorable anklet socks with pink pom-poms, and Kiki was wearing strappy sandals that exposed her pink-painted toenails through her stockings. ‘They are going to get killer tips!’ Jack thought.

“I’m glad you guys got a real job, but I thought you liked the escort stuff?”

“We did, and still do,” Lily explained, “but we also know it bothers you and so it bothered us. This way, we can still do some when our shifts allow if you want us to.”

Jack was half listening. He noticed that they were missing one and it sent a tingle of fear down his back. “Guys, where’s Candy?” The other girls looked around, then split up to check the house.

“Um, Jack? You may want to come up here.”