The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Nadia left me to continue pondering how to word my question for the program. While she was still in the shower, I heard a phone ringing. I followed the sound and found the noisy little device. Flipping it open made the piercing music stop. “Hello?”

“You will not find the answer you’re seeking in time.” It was a male voice. No accent, no enunciation to tell me anything about the person on the other end of the line. There was only one name that popped into my head that could pull that off.

I asked, “Whisper?” The phone went to dial tone and then clicked off. I knew what he said. Not only did I not like the fact that he knew what I had been trying to do, but the fact that he knew that I was on a time line. Who was he? How did he know so much about what was going on? Why was he getting involved? Of all the things happening over the last couple of days, he raised more questions than even the Users.

I closed the phone and put it back in Erin’s suite case. I didn’t mean to, but I noticed a pair of bright red laced panties lying on the top of her neatly folded clothes. I ran the back of my finger over the lace. How much I hoped that we all made it through this to have the chance to see her wearing them. I guess it was a mark of how worried I was to not try to imagine the sight. It was enough to know that she had wanted to, again, my charm at work.

As I got up and turned toward the door, Nadia came out of the bathroom in two towels. One wrapped around her head to keep her thick wet hair from dripping all over the place and another around her hips. She wasn’t trying to cover her breasts at all. Just like the others, she knew it was my greatest weakness. When I saw her eyes, she held that same need that had drifted through my body a moment before while I was thinking of Erin. My need flared instantly, drawing my eyes down to look Nadia over. She moved into the room and leaned into the corner next to the doorway, arms behind her, back arched, tits flaunted proudly. She wanted my eyes on her and more.

Just like before, I wanted her too, but there was the knowledge that she had accepted me because of my power. She may not have been able to control herself, but someone had to maintain some kind of control. It was the first time we had been alone at all and I didn’t blame her for wanting some solo attention. I smiled at her. She smiled back, that play of seduction so ready, so intense.

Stepping over to her, I let my eyes drift over her offering intentionally. Her breasts were full, rising and falling as she breathed. Either the cooler air of the apartment outside the steamy bathroom or her anticipation of having me touch her made her nipples stand out hard and ready. Her heart was racing at the thought of a quick romp before someone else showed up. The idea had merit and I started getting excited.

It almost felt like I was outside of my body and watching as I reached out to her. However, as soon as we made contact I was there again, back in my own body. The feel of her body expanding and contracting was so solid. Something in me had expected anything but a real, flesh and blood woman, but holding her quieted that voice and told every fiber of my being that she was very real. So very real.

Running my hands up, I enjoyed the soft skin of her abs and ribs. Then I cupped her big, full tits. She was warm with her racing blood.

Nadia’s eyes weren’t on my hands as I lifted each of her breasts, let them slip through my tender grasp and finally pinch her nipples. She watched my expression. She visually devoured my responses to our contact.

I looked up and our eyes met. She wasn’t just watching me, but waiting. Waiting for that point where control was lost and I would just take her how I wanted.

Feeling her emotions via touch was still a new trick, but it didn’t stop from happening. She wanted me to take her, to ravish her as I started to the night we met. Without anyone else there, she would receive my full attention and wanted it.

I didn’t pull from her. The feelings from her made me feel better about being with her.

She licked her lips as if anticipating the taste of me. I could almost feel her lips already on mine and that sensation became real.

Nadia kept her hands back as I leaned in and pressed our mouths together. It wasn’t just peck but open with tongues probing and jaws working.

I wanted her hands on me and just as I realized what I wanted, I felt her running her fingers through my hair. She held my head in place as we drank each other down. Her need and mine intermingled and both of us were breathing heavily as we broke the kiss.

She wanted me to suck on her nubs, to lick them and even use some pressure with my teeth. Our height difference was enough that if I knelt, she would have been way to tall. I wanted to taste her skin. My control slipped and I spread my stance to lower my watering mouth to her, pulling on one hard nipple and then the other. Wide lips wrapped around her areolas, grazing teeth brought about hisses from her, and an excited touch eased away the quick sensation of pain. It wasn’t enough to cause any kind of damage, but she enjoyed it. That’s all I needed to know.

Nadia arched her back up more, trying to press her sensitive globes to my groping hands and suckling mouth. She held onto my shoulders and neck as we stood there, me licking her buds and massaging as much of her breasts as my hands could wrap around. She pressed her thigh up between my legs in return, rubbing me, enticing me. It wasn’t necessary. I was already full and hard. Ready to lay her down, ravish her with kisses and give her the filling she craved. I could feel her need to have me in her. It was similar to my desire to enter her, to cram as much of my size into her as possible.

When she started lowering herself, pulling from my wet kisses and suckling, I knew what she had decided. She knew my penchant for breasts, especially large full ones like hers and she was going to entice me more directly by using her tits elsewhere.

During her decent she pulled at my shorts. I pulled my legs together enough to drop them and then resumed the same stance, allowing my hard cock to rub against her belly. With a guiding hand, she directed me to the valley between those pale soft globes, wet from my attention. Her warm body was welcome, drawing a soft moan from me.

We worked together, her moving up and down, and me thrusting slowly. Nadia held my hips and kept her face down, occasionally licking or sucking on my head as it escaped her cleavage. I held her breasts together, keeping them in place so my shaft wouldn’t fall out.

Just as I had discovered with others, I enjoyed that act more than any other position. It brought me around to the brink very quickly. A few more thrusts and Nadia would need another shower. I pulled away, slowing my eager rush toward climax. She smiled but didn’t ask or say anything. She probably knew how close I was.

She stood up, lightly grazing me, making me jump and twitch. My hands slid down her body and pushed away the towel still around her waist. She tugged at the towel on her head and let it fall too, and then pulled at my hand to lead me to the bed.

We exchanged a few kisses as she lay back. As I pulled down, I kissed at her neck, collar bone, the top of one breast and the nipple of the other, just below her tits, down to her navel, just above the soft skin above her nether lips and finally I pressed to her opening, pushing my tongue into her, tasting the tangy fluids of her excitement.

She had her legs spread wide, allowing me plenty of room to lick and touch her, suck on her lips and clit, press fingers inside and touch sensitive spots. She was losing control and I let up, but she insisted on more by pressing my face to her crotch. She wanted me to get her off that way, and I didn’t argue. I just held her, arms under her thighs, hugging her butt, and hands rubbing her belly. She called out, squealed and groaned as her body shook and legs fought between locking around me and staying up and away.

She was still breathing heavily when I climbed back up. Her eyes were still on fire and her hands found my resilience, pulling me into her wide open and very ready pussy.

Surprisingly, though snug, she wasn’t all that tight. Maybe my growth had ceased and I wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Once my hips met hers, she pulled my face down. Her tongue and mine danced. It was just as wonderful yet so different from the others, pleasures of touch and flesh given different subtle properties.

Once again, my control slipped and my hips took on a pace of pumping all their own. I could feel myself drowning in my desire for the woman below me. Something about her, the dark hair, the lustful eyes, her huge shapely tits, the way her hips moved as she walked, something had drawn me to her strongly. There hadn’t been anything in the program that specified her in my profile, so it had to be something to do with me or my inherited gifts.

My need, animalistic nature, didn’t care what it was. She was there and wanted what I wanted. We groped and pulled, thrust and ground, and for a moment I could feel her in ways that I couldn’t describe. I felt like I was in her body, and I don’t mean just my throbbing pole buried in her slick folds. It felt more like we were becoming one body, one mind, one consciousness. We completely agreed on the moment, the animalistic grunting and joining that nature had established before time began. The wonder of our joining was far beyond what the sharing was in the dream. That made me feel complete, this made me feel... I didn’t know. It was good. It was right. We were meant to have each other as such. It was more than just the sex and yet that was included.

If ever there was something I wanted to share with the rest, that was it, but I also knew that the feeling was something only Nadia and I could have. It was like the touch in that she felt good in a different flavor than the others, and that flavor would be enhanced if I merged with them.

Merge.

That was it. I knew our bodies were still separate and I could see the desire burning in her eyes as we raced toward orgasm. We both knew it was coming and with simultaneous calls we clung to each other, our bodies thrashing as we enjoyed something new and worth having. Of all the good feelings of completeness, of calmness, of belonging, that was worth more than all of them.

I collapsed on top of Nadia with my head laid to the side so I wouldn’t smother her. Her arms and legs were still wrapped around me but shook from the exertion. I wasn’t entirely relaxed. I didn’t think she would appreciate having my full weight pressing into her.

I don’t mind, she said in my ear.

I turned to face her and she faced me. I thought we might have still been merged. She smiled and nodded. We were. She could hear my thoughts, and I heard hers. She hadn’t spoken. She had thought it.

You don’t mind me laying fully on you? I thought.

I want you to, she returned.

I relaxed and allowed our bodies to really press together. The new mattress held her steady under me and I hoped she could breathe. She nodded. I can.

And I thought the connection we had was all we were going to get.

Why?

I don’t know. Maybe because I’m worried about what’ll happen if we do find a way to remove this and I’m frightened of it too. I don’t want to lose any of you.

You won’t. Even if we lose this connection, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve never felt so wonderful with anyone.

Having only to move my head, I kissed her gently. Her tongue darted out and found mine. It didn’t take any effort to pull together and begin anew. We both wanted it and enjoyed the sensation of not having to say or do anything for the other to understand what was needed or wanted. Just a thought and it happened. We were the ultimate union of minds if not bodies. If someone watched, they would swear that it was a practiced dance. Each position was just right. Every angle we longed for and wanted to give. After a fourth round we both lay together, breathing as one. It was something.

I heard the door open and Erin’s voice called out, “Ral?” It didn’t take her long to find us. Renée and Chloe followed her into the bedroom. Nadia and I looked up at the same time. Both of us appreciated the looks on their faces and took in the outfits. Chloe still had the same white blouse and black skirt she had worn to work the day before. Erin wore a pale green t-shirt with a gold flower following the curve of her bust. Cream colored denim shorts gave her legs a slight look of a tan. Renée also had on a t-shirt, plain white, and it was stretched across her abundance. Her nipples were obvious from the sheer pull on the material. The shirt was too full to properly fall to the top of her shorts. Her shorts were denim cutoffs that looked almost shredded where the legs had been removed. Tatters of denim thread hung around her tanned thighs.

Nadia moaned and giggled as my memories of all three women flowed between us. Both of us wanted them, both of us desired to feel them, to undress and enjoy them. We got excited again at the ideas and shared thoughts of how things could get started. It all happened quickly but reality disrupted our flow as Erin spoke.

“You two have had some fun.” We both knew she wanted to join us and I didn’t know if it was my thought or Nadia’s that asked why she didn’t. Even Chloe looked envious. Renée seemed curious.

“It’s more than that...” We both said simultaneously.

Erin looked from one to the other. I could feel her confusion about what she felt from us. I knew that she and I could merge too. I looked to Nadia and she mirrored the move. Erin asked, “What’s going on?” Again, as one, we looked at the group.

“We...” Nadia said as I said, “Merged.”

Erin’s eyes widened and then shifted to suspicious. “Have you two been messing with that program?” Renée’s curiosity burned and Chloe shifted to something bordering distress. We shook our heads, but I could already feel the differences in timing. Suddenly I felt a pop and my senses for Nadia returned to what they were before. Both of us shook our heads but she sat up as I continued to lay there.

Renée asked, “What happened?”

“It just... released. One minute we were like one person, but now we’re back to normal.” I looked up, “Or as normal as we were when Erin left.”

Renée stepped over and knelt by the bed, her face level with mine. “Were you messing around with the program?”

I shook my head. “No. Nadia just came in from having a shower and... well.” We were both still naked and messy. “You get the idea. But while we were... we just sort of became one.”

“Was it like the dream last night?” Erin asked.

Nadia answered this time, “No. That was very different. It was like Ral said; we were one person with separate bodies.”

Renée looked back at me, “Interesting.”

I grinned, “Why do you suddenly remind me of Count Rugen from The Princess Bride?”

Renée smiled wider, “Why don’t you two get dressed? I understand that we’ve got a few things to plan.”

I looked back over at Nadia. She had a glint in her eyes that I didn’t recognize. I sat up close to her. We couldn’t possibly get any closer than we just were, but touching her still felt good and right. Another short kiss and she climbed off the bed. Erin and Renée followed her out.

I swung around to get my shorts and realized that I had a whole closet full of new clothes to choose from. When I looked that way, I spotted Chloe watching me from the door. It was like my inability to keep my eyes from drifting to their womanly charms, she was having problems with me. However, I didn’t feel the need to flaunt it.

“Chloe?” She looked up, almost startled. She smiled in a wistful sort of way. She wanted what Nadia and I had shared. Not just all the sex, she knew she could get that, but the sharing of minds. I got up and watched her watch me as I walked to her. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed the side of her face to my chest. I didn’t even need the link to know how much she wanted it.

“It was almost scary.” She looked up. “I didn’t understand what was happening, but when you said you had merged it reminded me of the dream last night.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t anything like that dream. It wasn’t something all of us could share, at least not all at the same time.”

“So you think...?” She didn’t finish. I knew what she was going to ask.

“I know we can.” I answered. Her smile was wonderful.

She hugged me again and then pulled back looking down at the mess spread on her shirt. Without any thought, she started unbuttoning and pulled it off. The sight of her packed into her bra caused some rise in me. Smiling up at me she asked, “Do you mind if I clean you up?”

I nodded and she knelt, happy to get whatever she could. She had me fully hard and sliding in and out of her throat quickly. I had a lot more control due to all the play with Nadia, but Chloe pouted as I withdrew. She needed me, or at least she needed to get off. I could help her with that.

I led her to the bed. She unsnapped her bra and dropped her skirt in route. At first, she was still and quiet as I lavished her nipples with kisses. Her verbal responses gained some volume once I moved down in between her thighs.

A hand slid along my back and I looked up to find Erin looking on with interest. “Mind if I join you?” Renée watched from the doorway.

I looked to Chloe, who only looked back at me. She didn’t care. I nodded at Erin and she knelt next to me. With two tongues dancing and diving at her, Chloe was crying out in next to no time. Erin even got excited and started stroking me. Next thing I knew, I was mounting Chloe with Erin’s assistance. Chloe was running her hand over Erin’s thigh and trying to reach into her shorts, but Erin leaned over and pulled out a straining nipple for Chloe to enjoy.

My exertions with Nadia had me sated, but my drilling brought off Chloe several times. She was either very sensitive or those had just been minor quakes. I wasn’t entirely sure, but she finally smiled when I pulled out. She was satisfied for the time being. Erin and Chloe shared the spending smeared on me. Once I was clean and climbed off the bed, they continued to lie there, kissing and pressing to each other.

From my closet I pulled out a tan polo style shirt and black knee length shorts. Renée and I watched Chloe and Erin make out while I dressed. Occasionally one or the other would look my way smiling.

“So, is it really so bad having women that want so much sex?” Renée asked.

I just shrugged, “Only time will tell. My Charm may be ensuring jealousy doesn’t occur and help all of you find some relief with each other, but if something happens that takes my attention away from you for too long then I’ll really have something to worry about.”