The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Stuck on an old bus, book lost in her luggage and too tired to pretend to care what others were talking about, Julie tried to close her eyes again. Band Camp – the one place where she was accepted, and it was over in just 2 days. Two days of music, her one true love, her sanctuary from the troubles at home. And yet, for some reason, no matter what the music level was turned up to, she never could get her parents’ yelling out of her head. Like a track that was on Repeat, and she couldn’t turn it off.

A jolt in the road made her legs slip a bit from the back of the seat in front of her. She shuffled lower, aware that if the seats were transparent, people would be able to see her little purple thong that she wore every year on the first day of camp. It was her one standing tradition that she had sworn to do since... well, it seemed like forever ago.

Memories of last summer came in waves, lulling her to sleep again. Heads bowed over sheets of music on stands; talkative people all with the same subject of who was better, Coltrane or Fitzgerald; and the cozy semi-private cabins that were so new that they could still feel like they were home. The trees that beckoned to her every year were so clear, so green, she wanted to reach out and touch them. She saw the little path behind the Lodge to the clearing, and followed it, seeing someone just out of sight.

She hurried up, but so did he. He had his back to her when she caught up with him, and just as the sunlight came out from between the rustling leaves, she caught the sight of blonde hair shining and –

“Julie! C’mon, we’re here!”

Damn, Julie thought. Just when we were getting to the good part to. Oh well, good timing, cuz any more of that, and I probably wouldn’t have been able to keep my pants on. Julie mumbled a response, and stood. She was the last one off the bus, and stretched, silently happy that she was back again. This year was going to be fun.

As she clomped off the bus, the teachers, who could and probably were once porn stars for how they were stacked up top, were trying to organize everyone into their cabins. Julie knew where she was going, and collected her knapsack from the luggage, as well as her sleeping bag and pillow, and trumpet.

She headed to number 4, and once inside, found her usual room, and put her stuff down in her usual bunk, top right of the room, near the back of the room away from the light of the window in the morning and the door.

Making sure she had everything, Julie opened her trumpet case, pulled the thing out, began to test the buttons and clean it properly. Other girls came into the room, sullen and tired like her – but Julie knew that she belonged here, at this camp, forever.

First practice was in 20 minutes, followed by lunch then more practice. She felt excited as she entered the Lodge where the chairs were all set up, the stands full of music for the practice, the conductor’s baton lying on a stool at the front. She sat in her position, 3rd from the right, second row back. She held her trumpet with disregard and studied the music in front of her. It was a piece she had never seen before, and it had many triplets and fast fingering needed. She put the mouthpiece close to her mouth, licked her lips, rolled her tongue a bit to wake it up.

A few experimental notes, a twist and a tweak of the mouthpiece, and then she was in tune. She played the opening, one long low note, held for 16 beats, then a higher note for 8, lower for 4, then tried the first 4 triplets. She was so focused on getting those notes right, she didn’t notice the conductor come in.

“It’s actually a lot slower, but good job anyway.”

Julie blushed a little at the compliment, studied the conductor. They changed every year, and this year he was a little younger, a little thinner, and had much more hair than his predecessors. He sat on the stool, opened his big book of music, found where she was at the beginning, and started to tap the top of the stand with the baton.

She pushed the tapping aside, tried to play it slower. The notes were harder to come by this time around, with that incessant tapping. She played louder, but it got louder too. Julie looked up slightly peeved, only to find the conductor tapping a steady beat. He was setting the tempo, and she blushed again, this time a little redder from embarrassment. He didn’t seem to notice.

After a few minutes, not seeming to be able to play the notes despite how hard she concentrated, she put the horn down. He got up, and sat down 2 seats away, to put a little distance between them. Julie graciously let him sit down – he was coming to help, not hit on her.

He tapped the beat again, slower a little, and Julie found that when he was near, she could focus a bit more clearly. The notes came easier, the fingering was faster, the music just sounded better. He didn’t stop tapping, and she didn’t stop playing until she finished the song.

She put the horn down in her lap, looked over to the man for a word of advice, or a stern look, or some form of acknowledgement. She couldn’t believe it! He had fallen asleep, tapping that damn baton. She decided to try and wake him.

“Sir?” she asked softly.

He held up a finger on his other hand, signifying her to wait for a moment. The baton never sped up, but his head started to come down a little bit, as if hearing drums in the background. He opened his eyes, smiled, and turned to Julie.

“Not bad, m’dear. Not bad at all.”

He got up, left the room. Strange that no one else had come in during the last few minutes. Julie checked her watch – the start time of practice was over an hour ago! Where was everyone?

She stood, stretched again, saw the conductor standing just inside the doorway, watching something outside. She made to walk by him, but he held his arm out, blocking her path. She was glad he did – the campgrounds looked like a tornado had just struck.

Clothes, sleeping bags, pillow cases, and people were strewn about everywhere. Girls were running around topless and bottomless, completely nude, chasing boys. The teachers were lying down on the ground, sunbathing completely nude as well, oblivious to the strangeness around them. One pair of girls succeeded in tackling a boy onto a mattress, and proceeded to rip off his shorts and shirt, then lovingly caress and massage his body, then taking turns inserting his dick into themselves. He wasn’t scared, but seemed to have some inside scoop on what was going on.

Bobby, a fellow Trumpeter, walked by Ms. Cole, one of the teachers, and was pulled onto her oddly youthful body when she grabbed his wrist. He plunged into her again and again, and she buried his face in her cleavage. He then almost just as suddenly pulled out and sprayed jizz all over her tits, then walked away, slightly bow-legged and, seeing a few girls looking alone, walked over to them.

Sex was rampant, nakedness the dress code, and only Julie and the conductor were not affected. But even standing there, watching this depravity happening all around her and in front of her, she could feel herself getting slightly wet at the thought of losing her virginity with a complete stranger, getting rammed repeatedly by lots of cocks... her thong grew wet in excitement.

The conductor just hung his head, and mumbled what sounded like “Damn it, not here...”

He turned to Julie, eyes very cold and stern. Her fantasies shrivelled like a flower in fall. He took her face in his hands, and looking into her eyes, seeming looking into her soul.

“Don’t come outside. Not without me. You’ll be bunking with me and the teachers tonight. We need a witness for this.”

He led her back into the hall, and sat her down on the stool at the front of the room. He handed her the baton absentmindedly, and pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. He dialled a number, and started to talk quietly. Julie tried to listen in, but her mind and head kept looking outside, remembering the full fledged sex, the wanton destruction of morals and the appetite of fucking was in her now. She needed some cum, just a little bit... surely this guy would understand that. She would say she was going to the bathroom.

She waited until the guy was turned around, and ducked out of the building. Once outside, she took off all her clothes, thong forgotten along with her jeans, bra off and her body feeling the fresh air for the first time since she was a baby.

Suddenly, a wave of apprehension and decency came upon her, and she put her jeans and shirt back on, leaving her underwear off. She turned back to the building to see the conductor standing there, eyes worried. She smiled a little, and came back inside. He just nodded, and told her to wait somewhere, try to get some rest. He was going to bar the doors from the inside, to prevent the other boys from getting in, stirring up trouble.

Julie set aside her worried thoughts for the moment, helped pile benches and chairs in front of the door. With nothing to do but sit in silence, Julie pulled up her trumpet from the little mess of strewn papers around, did the fingering and tried to recreate the moment before she had seen the debauchery outside. Pressing the buttons slowly, her mind wouldn’t stay at the little dots and lines on the page, drifting back to seeing Bobby pulled into the teacher, her jugs so large and inviting, begging to be sucked on –

A hand clasped down on her own, and Julie’s eyes snapped open to see the conductor holding her hand with such a gentleness, she felt a wave of fatherliness in him. Her other hand, however, was lightly rubbing the crotch of her jeans. She snatched it away, turned her head – he didn’t let go of her other hand though.

“I’m Joel. Nice to meet you...”

Julie tried to find her voice, but it only came out as a whimper. “Julie. Julie Glazner.”

“Well, Ms. Julie Julie Gazner, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” His hand almost seamlessly went from restraint to a handshake. She let her arm jiggle a bit, still feeling really embarrassed.

“Julie, I have to leave. Stay in here. I have to go and find who did this.”

“NO!” The shock from Julie’s voice surprised her. She went on, quieter, “When you leave, I start to become like...them.”

“Hmm... Alright. I’ll stay for a bit longer. But the longer I wait, the harder this will be to revert.”

His hand left hers, and she felt the tug down below her waist, calling her hand back to her crotch. She resisted with visible effort. “Joel...” she whimpered in fear. Her body was not responding to her brain. She was even beginning to get excited by this guy near her.

“Yes, I see.” He was talking to himself, oblivious to Julie’s position. She was forcing her hands onto the trumpet, but her eyes kept straying to the zipper of his brown pants. He continued, quieter and quieter. “Yes, he didn’t account for my... but what about...they shouldn’t have been...hmm.”

Like lightning, he turned his back to Julie, sat on the only table left, legs almost touching the floor. His eyes were dark, a deep green, but Julie’s eyes never moved from his crotch. She was resisting as well as she could, fingering the notes, releasing the spit valve repeatedly, to give her hands something to do. It helped, but not much – her pussy was getting wetter by the second it seemed.

She stood up shakily, started to pace in frustration. Her body was not responding, her mind slowly becoming mush, and her sense of smell was breathing deep in the pheromones of Joel, who was perspiring a little bit.

She sat below him, under the table where it was cooler, slightly shaded. But she had to put her trumpet down, and as soon as she did, one hand flew to her jeans, undid the button and lowered the zipper, and dug a finger inside of her. She breathed in happily – she wasn’t nearly so worried anymore. She could maintain herself if she allowed herself this one freedom.

“Julie? Come up here for a moment.”

Julie scrambled out from under the table, hand leaving her jeans for a moment, and the longing for penetration came back, stronger than before. She flopped up onto the table, lay down with her head to one side, her legs behind Joel so she could finger herself a little while he spoke.

He didn’t seem to notice, or even care, that she was half naked and breathing heavily.

“Julie, try to concentrate – where are you?”

“Umm, Band Camp. Right?”

She was, and despite herself, squealed a little with joy when he nodded. Just that tiny bit of recognition made her get even hotter down below. She stuck in another finger.

“Julie, do you remember what the names of the conductors were from other years?”

She thought hard, but the only image was one of boys dicks penetrating her repeatedly, perversely, over and over, spewing cum on her naked nubile body. She stuck in another finger, moaned in appreciation, closed her eyes.

“Julie! Stay with me! One more question!” Joel put his hand on her arm, but that didn’t seem to help as much. Her head cleared a little, but the need to masturbate, to cum, to be filled with sperm was overpowering.

Her eyes opened a little bit, and Joel asked her “Who do you feel the strongest need to go fuck right now?”

Her eyes closed again, and Joel got no more answers out of her teenage addled brain, filled to the brim with elevated symptoms of severe nymphomania. He got off the table, helped her take her pants off, and her shirt, and unbarred the door outside. She looked up when she heard the noise, rushed over, cleared the stuff away as fast as she could, and once there was a space she could get through, she squeezed out and ran laughing with pure joy into the now-massive pile of bodies in the middle of a field.

Joel moved the rest of the stuff out of the way, dumped Julie’s clothes on top of her bra and thong outside, and ambled slowly, with a small smile on his face to the teachers, who were being given a thorough breast massage by one boy by himself. The massage was with his dick, and the teachers were squirming with joy.

As he was passing, the boy looked up, and Joel knew that he was the one who had done this. There was a feverish glare in them, as if he was silently saying ‘This is what sluts like you deserve, to fall apart in sight of my cock’. Joel just smiled and kept going, making sure to not speak, or seem to notice anything unusual – he had to play the part just right.

The boy resumed his ministrations, and soon Joel heard a grunt, and the boy came on their faces and in their hair. But no sooner had he regained his breath, did he leave and join the throng, and another boy came over, same look in his eyes, and began to do the same thing that the other had done.

Joel just smiled at the new one, and walked into his cabin. Not having a hard-on right now was more difficult than he had imagined. But he had pulled it off completely, and started to masturbate quickly, rubbing his pants until he pulled his dick out, pumped it once, twice, and came all over the mattress of one of the teachers.

Lust no longer bothering him, he took out his cell phone again, dialled a number, spoke softly.

“Yes. No. Not what I thought. They seem to be in cahoots, all of them. Maybe it’s not... Yes. Yes, of course. Alright. Thanks.”

Julie raised her head for a moment, to breathe in some fresh air. The sun had gone down hours ago, but someone had lit a fire, and there was no end in sight for her as she fought with another girl to get a boy she knew played drums to spank her. She lost, but was rewarded instead by a swift insert from another boy, unseen. She liked it better that way. Her head went down again as her friend, Carolyne, pulled it back down and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

More dicks and breasts later, she pulled her head out again, having been moved over and around and under the mass of bodies, trying to breathe a bit easier. Her body was on overdrive – even now, her lust filled brain just had sex on its thoughts. She cried out in pleasure as two tongues and a dick found her ass, one entered her pussy, and then she was pulled in again.

The sun was coming out when she got her next little reprieve. The mass had broken down again as some boys fell asleep, some girls left to settle their own needs away from prying eyes and appetizing dicks, and the teachers woke up to find that despite their tanning all day before, they weren’t sunburnt, and jumped into the fray along with the rest of the kids. They added weight was not felt – the added joy from four very large breasts was, however, a big motivator as boys shifted towards them, dragging the girls they were currently attached to as well.

Julie finally felt her sex drive diminish at breakfast, where she was getting a big dose of protein from one of the girls, who had felt the need to be clean and was letting Julie lick her out. Her body ached from being crushed, and her eyes began to close, when she finally got into a cabin. She didn’t know whose it was, but being in the room felt familiar, safe, cozy.

Adrian Price sat in a chair in the Lodge, with two very hot Police women stripping for him. They had called him in for questioning an hour ago, and now they were almost naked, their large jugs spilling out of their bras. But, just when they were about to come into view, they looked behind him, stopped their dance, kicked him out.

Simone Burke was a little freaked and pleased when, after multiple spankings and a tongue lashing on her swollen ass, she was told she could leave. One of the police men gave her a card with his number on it, and she stuck it in her rather large cleavage, making sure he was watching.

Calvin Gerard was blindfolded, strapped to a chair, and someone was sucking on his dick and another was feeding him her breasts when it was suddenly over. He was untied, but felt a woman’s thighs press into his crotch, her pussy slightly wet with juices. Her breasts covered his mouth, and when the blindfold was taken off, he wasn’t the least turned off that it was his mother.

Julie came in slowly, rubbing sleep from her eyes, and cum from her stomach. She was immediately turned around and led into a small room, with lots of others, all of them naked. She sought out a boy, climbed on top of the table where he was, sat in his lap and fell asleep again.

Carolyne Francis, who seemed especially perky this morning, looked on in glee as a male and female police officer followed her every wish, including the woman spanking the man and the man licking the woman’s feet. She was so turned on, in fact, that she joined in on the beating of the man, verbally and sexually abusing him, stroking his penis with a fingertip, then inserting a toe into his ass. She never felt the cuffs come on her wrists until she tried to push the man away.

Joel was sitting on the stool when Carolyne was dragged in before him. She was sat, unceremoniously dropped it seemed to her, onto a big plush bean bag chair, her legs splayed for the world to see, her modest breasts slightly horny from the mistreatment. She hadn’t thought of one thing, it seemed – the so-called Conductor calling in the cops.

He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him.

“Let me go, right now. You know you want to.”

She smirked as he stood up. Thanks to that little program, no one could resist her voice, not adults or kids or the government. She had all the power in the world, and she would go free as soon as this idiot unlocked her cuffs.

He dropped to his knees, bowed his head a little to breathe in her ear as his hands went to her wrists. But instead of unlocking them, he simply held her wrists and said, “No.”

“Let me GO! LET ME GO!!”

The guy just put a finger in his ear, to help with the sound.

“Now, Carolyne, yelling won’t help you any. Despite what you may think, I’m actually doing you a favour.”

Carolyne fumed. How was he resisting her? Maybe he was deaf, and was reading her lips? Or maybe he had a hearing aid, but it was turned down? Or he was somehow immune to her powers?

“I am, in fact, not the least bit bothered by what you did here. I read your file, what you did. It was very clean, very neat. Better than some I’ve seen over the years.”

He leaned back, sat on his heels, then got off the floor and stood at the window. Maybe, if I do it right, I can seduce him into letting me go. Her mind raced as she thought of how she could make herself appealing to him.

“I say again, I’m impressed. You created a fanciful camp out of nothing, placed it here in the country just far enough from civilization that no one would bother you, but close enough that you could still get a wireless internet connection and a phone signal. You gave the boys the opportunity to screw any girl they wanted; the girls were unable to resist, having their sex drives turned up exponentially but not so much that they would fuck themselves to death; hell, you even had your ‘teachers’ in the plan. It was all set. But there was one thing you couldn’t figure out – who is this Conductor guy?

“Still, you gave me a run for my money for a bit. I thought it was a boy at first – this is a guy’s wet dream, after all – and yet, when...questioned...by the officers, they hinted at nothing of this power. So I turned to the girls, one by one, and after a bit of snooping around at about 5 this morning, found you alone in a cabin, your room filled with the cutest boys and the sexiest girls.

“But like I said, how to deal with me? The teachers were easy – just encompass them in the “Won’t find anything strange, and go along with it” idea, and they behaved like you knew they would. I, however, just played the part of the unknown, having no clue of what was going on, pretending like none of this was going on.”

“You’re...blocking my powers, aren’t you!”

“In a sense, yes. And before I tell you any more or let you go, know this”, Joel replied evenly, turning back to face Carolyne’s naked but sweaty and too young body. “I have already had the cops wipe your hard drive, and re-posses your computer, and any that you had at home, and replace them, so your family won’t notice a thing. Not that they would anyway – when they arrived, your father was being fed dog food by your little brother, who thought it was a big joke. Your mother was doing the laundry naked, and was distressed when the police said that she couldn’t suck her son’s dick anymore.

“I am telling you this, because like you so tried to guess, I am blocking your powers. You have a certain gift now, one that I am not at liberty to take away from you, or prevent you from using again. You will be stuck with this gift, and this curse, the rest of your life.”

“How is what I have a curse, you gay!” Carolyne spat at Joel.

“You will find out one day. Just choose your words carefully. Now, I am going to let you go – into police custody, that is, where you will be assigned to wear a Locator Bracelet, to make sure you don’t get outside of the city limits, until we are assured that you will be more judgemental with your gift.”

Police officers, ugly old men, came in then and stood Carolyne up carefully. They were wearing big ear muffs, the kind that construction workers wear to block out the sound. She was trapped until one of them made a mistake, took it off for an instant, and then she’d be back. No one, man or woman, could keep her down for long.