The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Stephanie Mercer looked at the gates from the back seat of the town car, as it approached the Winthrop compound. Stephanie was no stranger to opulence, her Great Grandfather was a wealthy and famous man. He lived in a beautiful mansion in Savannah, where her Grandparents still lived, that represented the style of the quaint and slightly odd community. While Stephanie’s family was no longer fabulously wealthy, her Great Grandfather’s estate still brought in residuals which allowed the family to live far more comfortably than most people, considering that basically none of her family worked in traditional jobs.

Stephanie had her “coming out” party like most of the local girls in the community. Her parents expected her to be the “finest catch” for a wealthy young executive from a “good family”. She played that part throughout college. After she graduated, she had a different kind of “coming out” party that her parents did not approve of and they basically disowned her. Luckily, her mother’s best friend, “Aunt Lucinda”, was sympathetic to her cause and helped her to latch on at R&Z Management. Now, for the first time in five years, she felt just as vulnerable as she had on the day her parents shunned her. Like with Savannah, everything she knew in Atlanta was now gone too.

She had put out feelers to more than a dozen of her clients; out of which she had only heard back from two who said they would retain her. Most of the others politely declined, preferring to stay with R&Z. Still, she had yet to hear back from two of her biggest stars, NFL quarterback legend, Colt Williams and star pitcher, Ramon Vargas. She was not sure about Vargas, but she sensed that Colt hated everybody else at R&Z. He had also told her that the only reason he was still there was her.

As she drove up the winding road, she saw the landscape covered in heavy amounts of snow. She shivered to herself. Winters occasionally got this cold in Atlanta, but they would rarely have any real appreciable snow. “Certainly not like here,” she thought to herself. Still, there was a desolate beauty in the bare trees and evergreens that glistened with snow in the far off lights of the structure in the distance.

As she got closer, she saw the sprawling building that was approaching her. It easily rivaled her family estate home. It was dark, but the house was lit up like a beacon. As her car approached the circular roadway that led to the main entrance, she saw a group of people all bundled up, and throwing snow at each other.

“OK, cease fire, she’s here,” cried Rich as, he, Willow, Mark, Trish, Isa, Wendy, Amy, Jeff, Amber, Sarah, Karen, Josie, Jason, Alexis and the Killingsworth boys stopped throwing handfuls of powdery snow at each other.

About twenty seconds later, the car stopped and Stephanie got out. She laughed when she saw the large group of young people, most covered in snow. “Having a snowball fight?”

“No, it’s really more of a ‘snow fight’,” laughed Trish, as her cheeks had a ruddy complexion from the cold, her coat, hat, gloves and scarf covered in the blowing snow.

“The snow is too powdery to make snowballs,” added Jeff.

“But it’s still fun,” grinned Jeremy Killingsworth, as he picked up a handful of snow, preparing to throw it at the newcomer.

“Jeremy!” barked Mark.

Jeremy looked sheepishly, then took the handful of snow and covered his own face with it; causing everybody to laugh.

Tessa looked at her long time lover lying on their bed. She was already starting to show, as Sonia caressed her belly. Once most of the guests had left, both Sonia and Elsie got their own beds, with Tessa and Sarah respectively sharing them to keep them company. “God, you’re so beautiful,” smiled Tessa, as she lay next to Sonia and they kissed. It started out sweetly, before intensifying.

Sonia felt Tessa’s hand gently play with her petals, as they opened and moistened at her touch. She could not believe how her life had changed since October. She had been in love with her player turned assistant coach, Tessa. She remembered the night after Tessa graduated, when they had finally consummated their love as the sexual tension of two years exploded into a night of passion for them both.

Fast forward a couple of years; Sonia had noticed that Tessa had become distracted. She had received an offer for a head coaching job at a small college in California and she had admitted to finding a guy attractive in one of her classes. Sonia smiled. She could have never dreamed that a young man could have saved her relationship and at the same time spark attraction in other women and men.

Sonia found her body responding to Tessa’s touch. People often underestimated the effect of emotion on sex. Being emotionally invested in lovemaking enhanced the experience of sex. Now, she was emotionally connected to many others while still experiencing the closeness she had always felt with Tessa. She was also carrying a child in her womb; the child of a man she loved as much as Tessa and all of her other mates and partners. These thoughts took her to an all-time climax as she flooded Tessa face with her spend.

“Welcome to our home, Ms. Mercer. I’m Edith Winthrop,” she said, extending her hand in welcome.

“It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Winthrop. Please call me Stephanie,” she smiled, as she shook hands with the handsome older woman.

“My husband, son and Mr. Kiley are waiting for you in the Study. The kids will be in after they clean up from their fun. In the meantime, would you like anything to eat or drink?”

“No, thank you, I’m fine.”

“No. I must insist. You’ve had a simply dreadful last twenty-four hours. I’m sure you haven’t eaten.”

“I guess you’re right. I’ve barely slept or eaten anything,” admitted Stephanie.

“Well, we can’t have that. Let’s get you situated in the kitchen breakfast nook. My daughter-in-law Sharon and some of the gals are hanging out there over coffee. Let’s see if we can rustle something up for you. Follow me,” said Edith, as she escorted the agent toward the kitchen.

As she followed her hostess, Stephanie was amazed at the size and scope of the building. It was definitely larger than her family estate, but the layout seemed somewhat similar, she wondered out loud if the architect of the Winthrop’s place was same person who designed her family home.

Upon seeing Stephanie enter, Elsie grinned, “Fresh blood,” she thought, as she sat at the table talking with Sharon Winthrop.

Stephanie couldn’t help but stare at the attractive honey blond, who she thought looked several years older than her. Stephanie had met Sharon at the BC press conference. There were several other women she saw in the room including Rich’s Mom who she also knew. Soon greetings and quick introductions we given and made resepctively.

“Sharon, dear? Stephanie could use a bite. Is there anything left from supper?” asked Edith.

“Surprisingly, yes. I can heat up some steak and veggies for you,” smiled Sharon.

“That would be wonderful, Mrs. Winthrop, if it wouldn’t be any trouble,” smiled the agent.

“Well, I hear the kids coming, so you just beat the cocoa rush,” laughed Sharon. I think we can get dinner started for you,” she paused. “And please, we gals don’t go in for formalities around here. Call me Sharon.”

“Thank you, Sharon, you’re too kind,” smiled Stephanie.

Stephanie looked at all of the women. They seemed to range over three generations and they all had something in common, they were all strikingly attractive. They were also pleasant and friendly. As she was led to Sharon’s old seat she noticed that her new companion appeared to be pregnant. “Her husband is a lucky guy,” she thought.

“Pete, did you plan on telling me that you’re going to kill the Kiley piece?” asked his producer.

“No. Just shelve it. We can air it on Sports Center on Friday. We can fill with pieces of the interview.”

“I guess that’s OK, so long as it doesn’t get leaked.”

“More so the reason for doing it this way. Others may report that we have the story, but we’ll be the only ones with an exclusive interview with Kiley. And besides…”

“What?”

“It will give me a chance to deny the story if the allegations prove to be false.”

“I thought you have a credible source.”

“I do, but I can’t seem to find anyone who will verify the allegation.”

“That’s never stopped you when you were confident of your source.”

“Yeah, but in those cases, I had physical documentation to go along with the source. In this case, I don’t. Besides…”

“What?”

“Something doesn’t smell right about this whole thing.”

“So you have all of the test results?” asked Stephanie.

“Yes, Rich’s pediatrician had copies of all of his tests; including everything done at BC. He had been planning to help Rich pick a new doctor when he moved to wherever he was drafted. Anyway, he faxed all of the results over a couple of hours ago,” said Fred.

“Good. Rich, you don’t mind if we provide them for Pete? I realize that this is a serious breach of your medical rights and personal affairs,” queried the redheaded agent.

“Hey, my life is an open book. I have nothing to hide,” smiled Rich.

“Next thing you’ll tell me is that you can leap tall building in a single bound and stand for truth, justice and the American way,” she smirked.

“That’s our Rich,” grinned Mark.

“Yeah, he and my fiancée put the “S” in Superman,” laughed Trish.

“That’s definitely true!” agreed Willow.

“Well, Rich is the real hero. I’m satisfied to play Robin to his Batman,” laughed Mark.

“I bet you don’t play second fiddle to anyone, sugar,” laughed Stephanie and so did everyone else, before she continued.“Anyhoo, Willow, make sure your dumbass reads all of the notes I sent him tonight. And Rich, sugar?”

“Yes?” he grinned.

“You are a special man,” she smiled as she walked out of the room.

“Stephanie, can we have a word?” asked Trish, as she and Mark followed the redhead out into the hallway.

“Honey, you can have any word you want,” smiled Stephanie, exuding her charm, despite her heart beating a million miles an hour.

“We were wondering… are you happy?” asked the blond.

“Let’s see… I have a full tummy, a great client who believes in me and a beautiful woman talking to me. I’m in hog heaven,” she laughed.

“That’s not exactly what she means,” smiled Mark, after he and Trish had joined in on the laugh.

“Well aren’t you the smartest man in the room?” laughed Stephanie, again.

“Well, hallway at least,” he grinned.

“I must point out that you are the ONLY man in the hallway,” laughed Trish.

Stephanie broke out in a serious guffaw which made her sound anything like the sophisticated woman that she was. “God, these two are making my day… well night at least,” she thought, as she tried to calm down. She was unsuccessful, as the cute put downs and teases of the young couple that followed had her in stitches for the next couple of minutes. After things wound down a bit, she looked at her companions. “Thanks you two. I needed that with all of the pressure I’m dealing with. I can’t think of the last time I laughed so hard.”

“We do a lot of teasing and laughing around here. It’s like that in any family,” smiled Mark.

“Yeah, I can tell y’all are very close. I must admit that I think it’s beautiful and I must say that I’m somewhat jealous,” admitted Stephanie.

Trish touched the woman on her arm. “Only somewhat?”

Stephanie’s heart was beating faster, as she felt herself moisten between her legs, then she felt her knees almost buckle when she felt Mark’s arm on her shoulder. “Right now you two are making me uncomfortable… and really horny.”

“That’s the point,” smiled Trish, as she rubbed her arm.

“What… why… how are you… making me feel this way?” she stuttered.

Mark rubbed her shoulder. “I guess we kind of have that effect on people.”

Trish grinned seductively. “Especially him.”

“I can see that… I normally don’t find guys attractive. I can tell you that if he wasn’t your fiancée, I’d be all over him. ” “I don’t mind,” said Trish. “In fact, we’d love to share you.”

Stephanie Mercer considered herself “One cool customer”. At the moment, there was nothing cool about her. Her body was on fire and was threatening to immolate her brain as well. “I… I don’t know if that would be such a good idea for any of us…”

Mark looked her right in the eye. “If you want to be happy, it may be the best decision you’ll ever make.”

“I… don’t understand,” she replied, as she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together.

“We’re going to tell you something that you will not just think is strange, but delusional,” said the blond.

Stephanie did her best to muster her resolve to be able to speak. “Well, lay it on me cutie…”

“Let’s go downstairs so we can have some privacy,” offered Mark.

Stephanie could smell her own arousal flooding the hallway, though she was too horny to feel any embarrassment. “OK, let’s go.”

About ten minutes later Stephanie was almost as confused as she was horny. She had been told a tale of magic, lust and love. She had been told of a harem, a future business and a large family. “It sounds like a sex cult,” she said, perhaps a little more soberly than she had been since the meeting.

Trish rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. “We’re not a cult, but I can’t deny that sex isn’t a big part of our lives.”

“As far as being a ‘harem’, I suppose that there is some truth in that, but that would imply that I was like some Arabic prince, with a bunch of fawning wives.”

“Isn’t that the truth? I want to fawn all over you right now,” teased the agent.

“Hey what about me?” pouted Trish.

“You told me that you weren’t attracted to me.”

“But I want to be…”

Mark sighed. Trish was pushing Stephanie hard. He decided to pull things back. He turned to the agent. “I prefer to think of us as a group marriage than a harem. We are all equal in each other’s eyes.”

“Even though you’re the only man in this marriage?”

“All those lovely women love each other too,” smiled Mark.

In shock, Stephanie turned to Trish. “Not your mother and sister…”

“No,” said Trish, returning her gaze with a confident look. “Nor my grandmother, my aunt or Mrs. Alderson,” she added.

“What about the pregnant Elsie and Paige?”

“Elsie is my love,” beamed Mark.

Trish looked proudly too. “Mine too. Paige is a part-timer, as she is married to Ken.”

“And he doesn’t mind?”

Mark nodded. “Not anymore. It was really done for their own good.”

“Really?” asked Stephanie skeptically.

“It’s a long story, but them joining us is the best thing that has ever happened them. Besides, you should have seen how happy Ken was when he was sleeping with Karen, Elsie and Tessa the other night” stated Trish.

“So you keep him happy with sex, while you pork his wife?”

“No. It’s not like that. We draw them to us with sex, but we love them and they love us.”

Stephanie’s eyes widened. “You guys really are a sex cult.”

“No. We’re a family. Our relationships go beyond sex. This is about love. Sex is just a byproduct,” explained Trish.

“It’s a fun byproduct,” he grinned, “but a byproduct none the less.”

“And you want me to join the ‘family’”

“Very much,” said Mark.

Stephanie felt uneasy. She was in a large room with a number of king sized mattresses on the floor, belying the truth she was being explained. Her body was dripping with sex, as part of her just wished the attractive couple would stop talking and just ravish her on the spot. Still, she worried about how permanent a change that she was contemplating. For some reason, she believed what they were telling her and it scared her. Growing up in a strange place like Savannah exposed her to some very odd people and rituals. While she hadn’t really believed in magic, per se, she had seen a number of things she could never truly explain. She had even experienced such strange feelings with her mother’s friend Lucinda, who had been her first female lover.

Now she was in a room with her dream girl and a man she would have considered to be her “dream man”, had she not been a lesbian. At the moment though, her sexual preference really was not the biggest thing on her mind.

“Would I… still be me.”

Trish wrapped her arms around the helpless woman. “The essence of who we are doesn’t really change. I can still be a bitch…”

“But a much nicer bitch,” laughed Mark.

“I am a better person,” she admitted, “but according to Mark, I haven’t really changed. I’m still the woman he loves.”

“She is,” he agreed.

“But the others…” stammered the agent.

“We both love them too, but our relationship with each other has always been different. Trish was always my other half. Now I’m the person I was meant to be.”

“Will you love me?” murmured Stephanie.

“I already do,” smiled Mark.

“I really want to,” added his fiancée, before breaking her clinch.

“Will I get knocked up? I really don’t want children.”

“Elsie is six years older than you, and she’s already experiencing some complications with her pregnancy. Tessa is about three years younger and her pregnancy didn’t take. I guess the simple answer is that I don’t know. If you do, I’ll respect your right to choose whatever you think is right for you.”

“OK, I just have one question,” said Stephanie, her mind spinning out of control, her body burning in passion. “What?” asked Mark.

“Will you two just stop talking and fuck the crap out of me,” she laughed, as she pulled her top over her head.

Mark grinned and launched himself at the agent knocking her to the mattress and kissing her deeply.

Stephanie’s mind was swimming as she felt Mark’s tongue enter her mouth. She hadn’t had sexual or romantic feelings for a guy in eight years. Sure, she’d had some three-ways, and they were always good, but it was always the woman driving her passion while her other partner banged away at her with his flesh dildo. This was different. She had sensed that Mark was special the first time she had met him. Yes, she was equally attracted to Trish, but the fact that her attraction to him was equal in itself proved the point.

Stephanie stopped thinking about Trish as she felt the rest of her clothes being removed by the girl. Her tongue was dueling with his to the death. In this case, it would be the death of her old life; the death of her loneliness. It would be the death of her feelings of not having a personal life, the death of her lack of roots and finally, the death of her old understanding of her sexuality.

Mark flooded the aroused agent with love and a sense of belonging. He had thought Stephanie exceptional from the moment he had met her and he had wanted her in his life. When he determined her loneliness, he realized that this would help her too

Stephanie complained as Mark broke the kiss, but immediately, his mouth was replaced with Trish’s and she stopped fussing. Then she felt it. She felt the head of his cock rubbing along the lips of her pussy from behind. They were already quite slippery with her arousal, so after a few moments, she felt Mark’s hardened member at her vaginal gate, poised for entrance.

Trish instinctively broke the kiss and looked into the redhead’s eyes.

“Promise me I’ll never be lonely,” Stephanie whimpered in a mixture of fear and lust.

Trish beamed into her eyes before starting to kiss her again. “We promise.” “You’ll never be lonely,” whispered Mark into her ear, as he slowly fed his cock into her ready channel.

Stephanie moaned her pleasure into the beautiful blonde’s mouth as she felt Mark fill the real estate between her legs with more and more of him, until he was deep enough to begin slowly thrusting into her.

Trish felt a hand between her legs, as her female partner began to gently, yet deftly, manipulate her already dampened folds, before penetrating them with one and then two fingers. Soon she was bucking her hips and moaning into her partner’s mouth as well.

Mark could tell that none of them would last particularly long. He wasn’t sure if conception would occur with Stephanie, but based upon learning his recent methods, even if he could not completely bind her, He could lock himself, Trish and Stephanie in a force field to be manipulated by the magic. This would have almost the same effect of binding and would lessen the effects of partial binding, until he could fully complete the job. Part of him had been curious of how the full effect of this process worked, as he had only seen others like The Martino’s and the Killingsworth’s experience the sensation. He knew that there would be pain for all three of them.

“This is going to hurt a bit,” he whispered, as he locked the three of them in a mental force field, triggered their orgasm and generated a ball of love energy and fired it. Stephanie came hard. “I love you, Mark!” she screamed. Then, Stephanie felt another climax, this one, the biggest of her life; moments after she felt Mark’s scalding load flood into the deepest recesses of her body. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. She felt it eating away at her loneliness. She felt Mark and Trish inside of her. They were making a home for themselves there. She felt traces of others streaming into her defenseless brain. “It’s too much,” she screamed internally until she blacked out, quickly to be joined by her partners.

About ten minutes later Mark woke Stephanie and she grinned into his eyes. “You could have warned me that it was going to hurt that much,” she husked, before pulling his head down to her and they languidly frenched and fondled each other’s bodies. Soon they were aroused again and Stephanie felt his welcome invader inside her again, “I never thought it would be like this,” she moaned.

“Hey, you could have waited for me,” complained Trish’s voice from above.

“Come over here and let me taste you, sugar” she groaned, at a particularly deep penetration. Soon, Tricia’s sweet pussy was being expertly eaten to climax, as Mark was driving himself and Stephanie to another.