The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Assistant Principal Hawkings sat at her desk and went through her list of things to do for the afternoon. All the other teachers used their blackberries or cell phones for notes, but she was old school, twisting the sticky-note around a finger on her ring hand to read the good side.

Call Danny and remind him to pick up Carrie at school and stop by the store for brown gravy mix for the roast in the crock pot. Send Principal Scott an email about the upcoming Halloween party. Three o’clock appointment with Gary Frazier about the missing security tapes. She remembered about the awful streaks on the large window behind her desk and picked up a pencil to jot it down on the bottom. “Have custodians re-wash my window,” she read it back to herself as she wrote. She just hated dirty windows...

With that on her mind, she wheeled her chair away from her desk and scooted over to it to check her hair. Yep, still there and still ugly. The window, not her hair. Her hair was perfect. Especially for thirty-five. She peered out of the window past her perfect hair. The afternoon bell was still almost an hour away, so the area in front of the school was fairly empty except for the school busses that had begun to line up.

She stood up from her chair, pushed it back underneath her desk and glanced at the clock on the wall. She figured Frazier had probably waited outside long enough and smiled inwardly at the thought. They need to occasionally be reminded of the food chain. She pressed a button on her intercom. “Sara, you can send Mr. Frazier in now.”

Then she sat down and pretended to rifle though some papers on her desk in an attempt to look busy. There was no immediate answer, but the teaching assistant that had been assigned to her wasn’t exactly the best receptionist in the world, so she was used to it. And she absolutely hated to repeat herself on the intercom, instead opting for the personal, in-your-face admonishment that made her feel more important. After two minutes, she gave a heavy sigh, stood up, and stepped around her desk en route to the office door.

She got about halfway there before Gary Frazier burst into the room and quickly closed the door behind himself. “Sorry about the delay, but Sara’s busy looking for something.” He smiled wide and leaned back against the now-closed door. “I decided to let myself in.”

Angela Hawkings looked him over and it was all she could do to hold her tongue. She knew his kind just from his demeanor and stance. Tall. Young. Chiseled. Incredibly narcissistic. Probably had a mirror in every room and a lifetime gym membership if he didn’t have an expensive home gym like the one Denny shelled out five figures for two years ago at her request. Yeah, she had him pegged. How he ended up as a part-time high school security assistant, heaven only knows. She pushed that all to the back of her mind for the moment because she had a job to do. She smiled and showed her best crocodile teeth.

“Not a problem, Mr. Frazier.” She nodded towards the office chair (set to its lowest position, naturally) in front of her desk. “Please, have a seat.”

Gary Frazier laughed to himself in a way he’d perfected even before he’d graduated high school—by no coincidence, this particular high school. She reminded him so much of his old nemesis, Mrs. Sandra Clay - the principal of his junior year. Even sounded like a little like her. High-minded, narcissistic. Probably had a home gym like his. Of course, at her salary, her husband or boyfriend probably paid for it. If he hadn’t decided on a course of action when he first got the note she wanted to see him, he certainly did now. Some people just need to be reminded of their place. And damned if he was going to let her tower over him by sitting on her couch...

“If it’s all the same to you, Miss Frazier, I’d just as soon stand. Been sittin’ all day.”

She looked him in the eye. Lying. The man probably never sat down for more than an half hour at a time. Cocky, yet feeling too threatened to sit down and give her the high ground. Too confident, especially under the circumstances. Security tapes were missing - tapes from classrooms. She didn’t know much about him other than he was hired especially for his expertise in the old outdated systems they had to get by with until the funding to update them was approved. Or that’s what his HR file said. Everyone in the know knew it was because of his brother’s relationship with Principal Scott. She grinned and scooped a file from her desktop.

“John Jenkins tells me that our main security station is missing some videotapes...”

Gary instinctively looked up at the video camera above the door he walked in through and shrugged. “I think John is just embarrassed to admit they got misplaced. He’s getting along in years. Misses a lot of things.”

She had to agree with that, though damned if she was going to let him off the hook that easily. Jenkins had been there since her mother attended the school thirty years ago. “Well, he claims so many are missing that he had to put in a requisition for another box. I have to sign the purchase order. Since you two are the only ones with regular access to the system...”

He turned back to her. “Well, what would I do with a bunch of tapes of kids shooting spit wads at each other? Seriously? Hell, who even owns a VCR these days?”

He stuck one hand in the interior pocket of his suit jacket and felt around for the syringe. He wasn’t even thinking about her and what he had planned a this point. Even as he lied through his teeth, he was picturing a certain particularly hot eleventh grade teacher faking an orgasm for her class full of horny teens and the very thought was getting him hard. Again. For at least the tenth time. Those “misplaced” tapes had become his reason for living over the past couple of months...

Angela pretended to flip through his file as she sat back on the corner of her desk, her skirt riding up her legs just a bit. She’d been dealing with kids, both on the job and at home, for a decade now. She knew when something was up. And Gary Frazier was up to something. She’d bet her career on it. The thought made her conscious of her position, she reached down and smoothed out her skirt. She was all for the flirt back in the day, but since she met Danny, those days were long gone. This guy in front of her was trouble. She just felt it. And her feelings were seldom wrong. “I understand what you’re saying, Mr. Frazier, but I still have to question where those tapes went.” She stood up and plopped the file back on her desk. “It’s my job.”

“Yes, Ma’am, I guess it is.” He smiled contently, not being able to control himself any longer. She was every bitch he’d ever faced down in his miserable forty years on this planet. When he walked past her to her window, he wasn’t even thinking about the next half hour or so, he was thinking about the dozens of times he would play back the tape and he would get hard as granite in anticipation. All the teachers were nice, but they were just foreplay. Appetizers. Assistant Principal Angela Hawkings was the main course. He readied the needle in his hand inside his pocket as he peered out the window.

And waited.

He didn’t have to wait long. Angela jumped up from her desk so hard her heels made an impression in the carpet of her office. “Mr. Frazier, I don’t exactly think you’re grasping the...”

He met her as she came around her desk behind him. Wheeling around, he clasped one hand over her mouth while the other brought out the hypo and plunged it into her neck. He made sure to turn her writhing body towards the camera above the door while she struggled in vain, her eyes unwilling (for almost a minute) to surrender to the drugs and, maybe more importantly, the sheer surprise of his action. He even moved her squirming form slowly towards the camera to give it a better view. Something to remember her by. Severance pay, if you will.

Two minutes later, he felt her go limp. Twenty second longer than anyone else. He couldn’t help but raise up one of her listless wrists and have her wave at the camera. Bye-bye, Angela.

Tenderly, he picked her up and laid her on her own couch, taking a few moments to admire her bosom. Judging by her dress, he figured her to be one of those big-breasted types who saved it for the bedroom. Pretty admirable, all things considered. As if he cared. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

“Miss Hawkings? Can you hear me?

“uhhhhh, yeaaaaahhhh....” He eyes remained open, though he had to search to find either iris as they tried to hide underneath her eyelids.

“It’s been a pleasure to have worked for you,” he half-lied. “But I need you to do some things for me now.”

“Yeahaaasss, sir. Whaaat can I doooo for you siiirrrr?”

He breathed in deep.. Once a public servant, always a public servant, no matter who the master. He hated the word “master,” anyway. “Sir” worked just fine. A word that truly comes from the heart. A fine word. Traditional word. Even without drugs.

“I need you to listen closely, Angela. I need you to do exactly as I say. Will you do that for me?”

He watched her eyes as she struggled to answer. She wasn’t a comic book hero. Just a high school assistant principal in the wrong place at the wrong time at the mercy of the wrong pervert. “Yes, sirrrrrr.”

“Good, good.” He grinned and scooted around the couch to give the camera an unobstructed view. “Angela, I need you to unbutton your blouse. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeaah, siirrr...” The brown middles of her eyes remained hidden under her eyelids even as her hands reached up to slowly do as commanded. Gary moved even further, to the end of the couch, and smiled up in the direction of the camera.

She was moving so slowly, that he couldn’t help but aid her with his own trembling fingers. As he reached for the front clasp of her very ordinary white under wire bra, he suppressed a chuckle and spoke loudly in the direction of the camera.

“They can’t all be wet dreams, can they?”

The camera didn’t answer. Even as her two child-fed, quarter-sized puffy nipples dropped out of their respected coffins.

“Nice nips, though,” he added, as he poked one of them and posed for the tape. “I’m a puffy nipple kinda perv.” Reaching into his other jacket pocket, he took out his cell phone and took a few snapshots, then paced back and forth a few times and muttered to himself. “How to make this memorable?” He cursed himself for not having a proper plan in place. On the other hand, he argued, it’s dreadfully hard to be so creative at a moment’s notice. He wasn’t as young as he once was and the clock was his enemy at the moment. One shot, perv, that’s all you’ve got. A moment later he happened to glance out of the badly streaked window and got his inspiration...

“Angela, darling, I need you to do something for me,” he whispered to his soon-to-be-ex-employer. “I need you to get up off of the couch and walk over to the window.”

“Yeaaasss, sir...” she slurred, but rolled off the couch and, with a bit of help, managed to stumble past her desk. Gary slipped both of his hands under her skirt as she walked, making sure to feel up her ample backside as he gathered the fabric around her waist. When she reached the window, he took a few minutes to search her desk for a pair of scissors. Damn, how he hated pantyhose...

“That’s good, Angela, stand right there for just a moment.” In his search for the cutting tool, he came across her “to do” list amongst her papers and his cock immediately sprang to attention. “In for a penny, in for a pound,” he laughed to himself, noticing her cell phone that lay beckoning on a lonely corner of her desk.

After finding a pair of scissors, he leaned against her and whispered in her ear. “Angela, darling, I need you press your nice big pale puffy boobies against the window and stick your lovely ass out toward your desk. Can you do that for me?”

He watched with extra consideration as she literally, audibly, banged her head against the window, pulled her blouse and bra to the side and held herself against the coolness of the autumn afternoon outside her office, leaving her nipples to harden against the chill of the glass. Behind her, Gary somehow managed to ignore it all and reached carefully between her thighs with the sharp utensils, finally tearing and rending the nylon fabric of the hose to a point where he felt comfortable.

Then he reached down and released himself, grabbed a handful of her perfect hair, fingered her newly released pussy and nibbled at her right ear.

“Angela, darling, I need you to do one more thing for me.” He positioned himself behind her and grasped each of her breasts firmly within each of his hands. Well, as much of each as he could. The Assistant Principal of Grant High School turned out to be just a bit more than he’d imagined. “I need you to enjoy this as you’ve never enjoyed being fucked before.”

And with that, he shoved himself inside her, roughly, and didn’t even bother to suppress a laugh as she let out a muffled cry of joy. “Yeah, that’s good,” he hissed into her ear. “Now, don’t close your eyes. Look out over the courtyard and wave to everyone.”

It was mostly for effect because he knew no one would be out there for another ten minutes or so, but he knew what kind of reaction he’d get from the parts of her mind that still worked. He made sure that with every thrust, her tits mashed against the glass. “Oh, look, is that Floyd the custodian over there?” he whispered. “Whatever would he think if he happened to look over this way?”

He chuckled to himself as he felt her shudder underneath him at the thought. But his brother, sap though he was, really knew his business. Whatever he put in this drug, it worked as advertised. He’d fucked a dozen women—some of them even voluntarily—and Angela Hawkings was putting on a show with the best of them, per his “suggestion.”

“You liking this?” he asked, making a point to hold her firm and still against the window at the end of a particularly firm push, as he waited for her answer.

“Oh, God, yes.” Sweat was beginning to form over her eyelids and underneath her lips as he surveyed her face. It looked to him like she was trying desperately to close her eyes, but she couldn’t even do that.

He’d told her not to.

“Damn, yes,” she repeated, sensing that he’d demanded more.

He relaxed just a bit and felt her slide slowly back down with him as one. “Good. Good.” He pulled back a bit of her hair in one hand and withdrew from her for a few moments. “Because it only gets better from here.”

He brought one hand down to the base of his member and sat the other firmly on one globe of her ample backside. “Angela, darling, have you ever been fucked in the ass?” He figured he knew the answer before he asked. But the game was just too much.

“Yesss.” She hung her head and her hair fell loosely down around all of it. Her bra had slid off her shoulders, beneath her blouse and hung around her waist now. For some reason, the glimpse of that made him harder—so hard that he didn’t have to hold his cock anymore.

Or maybe it was just the thought of a plan coming together.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked her, bringing a hand up to her chin and forcing her eyes up to meet his.

“No.” He again felt that she wanted to close her eyes, but couldn’t.

“Was it with your husband?” Again, he sensed the answer before it came.

“Yes.” He released her head and allowed it to fall.

Just as he shoved his well-lubricated dick right up where only her husbands’ had ever been. “Well, Angela, you are sure as hell going to enjoy this!”

He put an arm over each of her legs and gripped them just to make certain that she didn’t involuntarily force him out. Despite the faith in his brothers’ skills, old habits died hard. She was entirely too tight there, but somehow he endured. “The sacrifices we make in the name of perversity,” he said aloud, to no one in particular.

Angela Hawkings let out a cry of sheer ecstasy as she felt him enter. It was...enjoyable. Then she slowly slid a hand down between her legs to touch herself. It was how she endured it when Danny tried it and something deep down inside her remembered. If she was going to like this...she heard a voice in her ear. The voice that she couldn’t kick from her head.

“Here, Angela,” it said, and she felt something cold in the palm of her left hand. The hand that wasn’t making her feel better. “I need you to call your husband. Now.”

She hesitated only long enough to grunt in acknowledgement. Bringing her hand back from heaven to her cell phone, she somehow managed to punch in the speed code for Danny’s work number.

Behind her, Gary had shortened his thrusts, partly because he wanted to save himself, but mostly because...well, it actually wasn’t as enjoyable as he’d hoped it was going to be. He’d had his share of asses, but hers was just too damned tight. For an Assistant Principal, he figured that was standard. But disappointing nonetheless. But what was coming next would make up for it. He had to stop fucking altogether and stand motionless inside her in anticipation, so as not to blow his load right then and there.

He leaned to whisper in her left ear because her right ear was pressed against the phone and her mouth was busy parroting his instructions. She’d never actually been a secretary, but she took dictation extremely well.

“Hey, Danny. How’s work? Oh, cool. Hey, I need you to do a few things this afternoon. Yeah, I think I’ll have to stay late again. Not too late. But too late to pick up Carrie. Oh, and some brown gravy mix for the pot roast. I don’t think they’ll be enough gravy for the rice.”

From behind her, Gary had to bring his hand up to his throat to stop himself from laughing out loud. His cock was throbbing, starting to discharge without him. The scene was just too damned surreal to believe. He’d not told her explicitly to NOT tell Danny she was being forced to say all this. Hell, he wasn’t a fucking lawyer, with clauses and sub clauses and rejoinders or whatever the fuck.

But she was telling him, in her own words, pretty much what he told her to tall him. He leaned back down and nibbled on her ear.

And whispered.

“Oh, yeah,” she said into the phone, matter-of-factly. To her husband of ten years, two months, three days and twenty-hours. “And I have a fellow employee behind. me who’s fucking me in my ass at this very moment. He’s really a kind of scumball. I actually hate him. But, damn, can he fucking rip my ass apart! It’s just fucking fabulous! In fact, I think I’m going to...”

“cuuummmm....”

At that moment, Gary Frazier did a few things. He pushed her firmly against the glass window so that she could barely breathe, much less scream her orgasm, which she dispassionately—as she was instructed to do—described in detail to her husband. Gary would’ve loved to have been able to remember most of it—that’s what the camera surveillance tape was for, after all—but he couldn’t because he was too busy with an orgasm of his own. Then he came back to reality enough to realize that the end-of-school bell would ring in a few minutes, so he was running short on time.

He reached into her hand, grabbed the cell phone and turned it off even as her body was still shaking from her orgasm. It was a rush for him as well, but he at least had the presence of mind to realize the situation he was in. Of course, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to look right into the camera in her office and give himself a thumbs-up sign. Just because.

After reaching down to pull up his pants and adjust his belt, he reached over and held Assistant Principal Hawkings firmly by the neck. The sight of her laying next to the window, her blouse hanging off one shoulder, her bra down around her waist and her pantyhose torn and ripped around her ass and hips was almost enough to get him hard again. Almost.

“Listen, Angela, before I leave, there’s something else I need you to do.”

She looked up at him, her eyes darkened from melted mascara, her lips now dry, parched and pleading. “Yesssss....”

As they left her inner office, Gary looked back at the windows. They were still streaked, but if anyone leaving school were to look at them from the outside the marks would now set off set off their adolescent imaginations in the worst way. Of course he’d left instructions with Angela that no janitors were to set foot inside her office for a couple of days.

Poor Sara, Hawking’s teaching assistant was still laying on the couch in the outer office, desperately looking for something she couldn’t find. Gary eyed her with a grin, his cock threatening to harden again. She was such a pitiful sight there on the sofa, her skirt and panties pulled down around her knees, her fingers plowing her pussy with abandon. As she looked up at them, she began to whine.

“Please, Miss Hawkings, I lost my orgasm, and I can’t get it back.”

Gary pushed Angela down to her knees in front of the younger woman and guided her head exactly to where it needed to be to help her look. “Oh, I’m sure Mrs. Hawkings would just LOVE to help you find your orgasm again, wouldn’t you, Angela?”

“Offf course...” Angela answered as his hand pushed her lips towards their goal. “Anything to help.”

“Oh,” he added as he caught his breath and rose to his feet. “No need to be quiet about it. It shouldn’t take more than, say, three more minutes. When you find your orgasm, that’s a wonderful thing.” He adjusted his shirt and reached for the door to the outer office. “In fact, I think you ought to share it with the whole school.”

And, with that, he quickly left the office and walked into the hallway. Being the conscientious fellow he was, he couldn’t help but notice Billy Victor and Sam Ricardi, two of the better known ne’er do wells hanging by the water fountain a full five minutes before final bell.

“Sam! Billy!” What are you doing out of class?!”

They started to answer, but he cut them off. “Never mind. I wouldn’t believe you anyway. Just go on to Principal Hawkings’ office right away. And don’t bother knocking. She’s expecting you.

Leaving the boys behind, he walked crisply to the security office to retrieve the camera tapes of the last hour’s activity. Then on to another city or town. It’s not like he hadn’t been through this four or five times before...just thinking about the tapes had him adjusting his pants.

Again.