The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It really was just like Grandfather had told her, Keiko thought. There really were only two ways to hide. Either you hid and you weren’t seen or you were seen and not noticed. Anything else was a failure and when Grandfather said something was a failure, he meant it was exactly that. In Grandfather’s world, there were only two possible outcomes. Either you succeeded or you failed.

Grandfather was a ninja or at least that’s what he told his young granddaughter and Keiko had of course believed him.

What was a ninja, the young toddler had wanted to know.

Ninjas used stealth and guile to sneak up on their adversaries.

What was an adversary, the little girl wanted to know.

An adversary was a target, Grandfather said.

What was a target?

Did anyone ever tell you you ask a lot of questions, Grandfather would say.

“All the time,” the girl would tell him forthrightly, but if I never ask, how will I know anything?

Grandfather would always smile when she said that. “All right, Little One,” he’d tell her. “Ask away.”

Invariably, the interrogation always came down to the same question and Keiko was never quite sure that she liked the answer she got but see always ask the question every time. “Grandfather,” he’d ask, “are you a ninja?”

Grandfather would always look just a bit wistful when she asked that and then he would shake his head. “No,” he’d say, “No, I’m not a ninja. Not anymore.”

“Why not?”

“I’m too old.”

“You’re too old?”

“My body creaks,” Grandfather would say. “It’s hard to sneak up on people when your body creaks.”

Grandfather didn’t creak, the girl wanted to say but it wasn’t her place to correct her elders and besides, she wasn’t sure she understood just exactly what Grandfather meant and so she kept her silence.

Over the years, she and Grandfather would talk long and often. When her parents were away at work, Grandfather was there for her. He played with her. He told her stories, and from time to time on those rare and special occasions and if she was really good, Grandfather would tell her more about the ninjas and when Grandfather died, Keiko cried and cried and cried until she realized that that wasn’t what Grandfather would have wanted and after that, she never cried again.

But Keiko had learned from Grandfather. She was a quiet girl so maybe it was a bit surprising that she’d gone out for the cheerleading team or that she’d in fact been selected to be on the team. She certainly wasn’t the most outgoing of her compatriots but what she lacked in exuberance, she more than made up for with competence. Still, that didn’t necessarily make her the most popular of girls. Competence isn’t always regarded as highly as it should be, especially among those who are less competent.

There were two girls in particular who seemed to take delight in picking on the more subdued Keiko and the fact that Keiko seemed unable or unwilling to fight back only caused them to grow more bold in their actions. Their names were Bethany Jacobsen and Jeanie Quartermain. Bethany was second in command of the cheerleading corps, a post that she seemed at times to relish and at times to chafe at. It seemed that the tall brunette loved to tell people what to do and from her position, she was able to do exactly that, but since in her mind at least, she seemed eminently qualified to do exactly that, why did she have to be second in command. Why couldn’t she be the leader instead and perhaps the person who agreed with that sentiment more than anyone else was her good friend Jeanie Quartermain. The blond wasn’t as tall as her friend but she was definitely plumper and more curvy and the two of them were inseparable.

One day after practice, the cheerleaders were in the locker room after practice and almost as usual, Bethany and Jeanie were having fun razzing the helpless Keiko when Bethany spotted something in the other girl’s locker. “Hey, what’s this?” she asked.

“What’s what?” Jeanie asked.

“Hey, give that back,” Keiko said as the other girl pulled a perfume bottle from her locker. “That’s mine.”

“It looks like someone’s been holding out on us,” Bethany said as she looked at the label on the bottle. “This is pretty fancy stuff.”

“I told you. It’s mine. Now give it back.”

“Nun uh. Not before we try it out first,” and with that, Bethany spritzed herself with the perfume and almost as quickly, Jeanie was there to do the very same thing.

Grandfather would have been so proud of her, Keiko thought. She was the perfect ninja. She’d wanted to get back at her tormentors for so long now and now she’d done it and the best part about it was that the two twits had no idea what they’d done to themselves but one thing was certain. No one would ever suspect her of anything.

Of course it hadn’t been easy. Prowling the back alleys of Darkview looking for just the right potion had taken time and there were people there, people that Keiko hadn’t wanted to meet or even to know but she’d done what she’d done because a ninja wouldn’t let something like that stand in her way and Keiko so wanted to be a ninja just like Grandfather.

And now, now after she’d found the potion and after she’d put the potion into a perfume bottle and after she’d made sure that Bethany and Jeanie had “accidentally” spied it in her locker, now everything was finally coming together.

“Ooh,” Bethany said. “Ooh, um, ooh that’s strong but I like it.”

“Me, too,” her little blond satellite echoed. “I like it, too.”

And that’s when Bethany looked at Keiko just standing there looking at her. “What about you?” she asked even as she pulled the girl forward. “Do you like the way your perfume smells on me?”

What? Oh my God, no, but then Bethany was thrusting the back of her hand up unde Keiko’s nose and in spite of herself, Keiko found herself taking a whiff of the heady potion.

No, she told herself. No. This couldn’t be happening to her.

“I think she likes it,” Bethany said, “but then again, maybe she needs to get another whiff of it” and with that, Bethany pulled up her top and then she was spiriting her cleavage with the stuff. “Here you go. Smell this.”

No. No, she shouldn’t, only ... only she could already feel it. She was letting herself be pulled forward and then she was smelling the “perfume” between Bethany’s breasts.

“You like that, don’t you?”

Keiko couldn’t help but nod helplessly.

“I know where she can smell it,” Jeanie said even as she pulled he skirt up and pushed her panties down and then she was leaning back on a bench even as she sprayed the place between her legs. “Here you go. Smell this.”

Keiko might still have gotten away except that Bethany wasn’t about to let that happen. Instead, the other cheerleader was pushing her down and then she was pushing her between Jeanie’s legs and even then, she could have said no. She could have pretended to smell it when she really hadn’t.

Only there was already a part of her mind that didn’t want to do that.

“Smell it,” Jeanie ordered and that was all it took for Keiko to inhale deeply.

The two cheerleaders were laughing at her now but Keiko didn’t much care. They could laugh all they wanted at her but there was a part of her that liked being where she was right now.

The girls finally let her get up and then they finally let her go and it wasn’t all that much later before a shaken Keiko was rushing out of the locker room. The antidote, she told herself. She had to find the antidote and she had to find it before it was too late.

Bethany and Jeanie weren’t all that interested in finding an antidote because as far as they knew, there was no reason for them to need one but that didn’t mean that they weren’t in search of something. “You know what?” Bethany asked as she and her friend left the locker room.

“What?”

“I am so hot,” Bethany said. “I need ...”

“What?”

“I don’t know. I just feel I need ... I need something. I just don’t know what.”

“You know, I was kind of thinking the same thing myself.”

“You got anything particular in mind?”

“Nuh uh. All I know is I want to get naked.”

“Oh my god. You too?”

“Fuck yeah. I totally want to get naked.”

“Cool. You got anything particular in mind?”

“I was thinking maybe we could go to Mountain Carlie’s.”

Bethany’s face clouded over when she heard that. “Oh my God. You are such a slut.”

“What?”

“Everyone knows what Mountain Carlie’s is. All it is is just a glorified titty bar.”

“Yeah so? I thought you were the one who said she wanted to get naked.”

“Yeah well I didn’t mean I wanted to go there.”

“What’s wrong with Mountain Carlie’s?”

“I told you before. You are such a slut.”

The antidote, Keiko told herself. She had to find the antidote.

The logical place to start, of course, was the back alleys of Darkview but she’d already been there and if there was one thing she was certain of, it was that that was one place she didn’t want to go.

Maybe she could fight it, she told herself.

Yeah right, she told herself. Like that was likely to happen and heck, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to fight it.

No wait. That was the drug talking. Crap. She really did need some help and she needed it quick.

Who the hell was her friend to call her a slut, Jeanie wanted to know. She wasn’t a slut and even if she was, she wasn’t a small titty girl like Bethany was.

That was it, Jeanie thought. Her friend was jealous of her and her tits. It all made perfect sense but now that she knew why Bethany was being such a jerk, Jeanie also knew that she wasn’t going to let Bethany stand in the way of her fun and almost as soon as she knew that, she knew what she was going to do.

Mountain Carlie’s was really jumping by the time Jeanie walked in the door and as she walked in the door, there was a girl sitting at a table. The girl took one look at Jeanie and she said something that Jeanie didn’t hear over the music.

“What?” Jeanie asked.

“I said are you here for the wet t-shirt contest.”

Oh. She really hadn’t been there for that, Jeanie told herself, but now that she knew about it, she knew that was exactly what she wanted to do. Wouldn’t Bethany be pissed if she found out that Jeanie had been in a wet t-shirt contest. “Sure,” she said. “That’s why I’m here.”

“Cool,” the girl said even as she handed Jeanie something. “You can put this on and then you should go to the back. Remember to take off your bra first if you’re wearing one. Look for a guy named Chuck. We’re going to be getting started in about fifteen minutes, okay?”

Jeanie nodded and she moved away from the table and it was only after she’d moved away from the table that she realized that what the girl had handed her was a t-shirt. She supposed it only made sense. If you were going to be in a wet t-shirt contest, then it made sense you were going to have to wear a t-shirt.

Okay but this. This flimsy little thing could hardly be called a t-shirt and it was way too small. She was about to turn and ask something of the girl at the table when she noticed that the girl had already turned her attention to someone else and Jeanie realized she didn’t really want to interrupt her.

Besides, did it really matter if the t-shirt was too small? Sure, Jeanie had boasted to Bethany that her breasts were bigger but part of that was just that on her shorter frame, they just looked bigger. Oh maybe they were a little bit bigger than normal but they weren’t that totally huge but with a shirt as small and tight as this one was, hell, any girl could end up looking like she had big tits.

Jeanie had gone into the bathroom to put the shirt on and now as she came out, she was starting to notice other girls that were dressed just like her. Her competitors, she might have thought or if she was being a little more charitable, maybe just her rivals but mmm, there was just something about a contest like this. You didn’t get into a wet t-shirt contest if you didn’t already know you had the goods so each of the girls seemed to know just how to fill out her own little, white t-shirt in much the same way that Jeanie did and really, being around all these hot women was kind of a turn-on. They were hot and she was one of them so that had to mean she was hot, too.

She found the guy Chuck in the back of the room with a clipboard. He was busy writing down names and telling the girls just what it was that they were expected to do. It sounded easy, Jeanie thought.

And then it was time. Chuck strode up onto the stage and he picked up a microphone and he looked back at the crowd gathered around him. “Are you ready for the Mountain Charlie’s wet t-shirt contest,” he roared.

The men all cheered but apparently Chuck wasn’t satisfied.

“I asked if you guys were ready,” he said again.

Again, the men cheered and this time they were louder than they had been the time before.

Still, Chuck seemed unimpressed. “Listen here, fellas, we have lots of beautiful ladies here but if you don’t want to see them, we can always send them home. Do you want us to send them home?”

“No,” the crowd roared.

“So you want to see the girls,” Chuck said.

“Yes,” the crowd roared even louder.

“Well I guess you’re in luck because it looks to me like they want you to see them too so what say we bring out the water.”

“Yes,” the crowd roared.

“All right them. Let’s hose them down.”

Jeanie couldn’t help but squeal in surprise as men with hoses suddenly showed up in front of her and the other girls. She’d thought they were joking when they said they were going to hose her down but they were really doing it and oh my God, the water was so cold and the tight, little tops, they seemed to just cling to every inch of her skin and if her nipples were like those of the other girls, she just knew that the flimsy, little tops would do nothing to hide her now erect nipples.

“What do you say, boys. Have they had enough?”

“No,” the men roared.

“You heard them, ladies. I think the boys here want to see how you girls move so come on now. Let’s see you shake those booties.”

Music came up and along with all of the rest of the women on stage, Jeanie started to shake her body. This was fun, she told herself. It was fun but it would be even funner if ... if she had someone to dance with.

Like maybe that cute redhead standing beside her. The one with the cute ass and the big tits. God damn. It wasn’t like she really considered herself to be into girls like that but the redhead looked good enough to eat and as soon as that thought crossed her mind, she couldn’t seem to get it out of her mind. What would it be like, she wondered. What would it be like to eat the redhead’s pussy.

She wondered what it would be like. Was the redhead shaved or did she have a patch of fiery red between her legs. Jeanie didn’t really know but what she did know was she wanted to find out.

She sidled up closer to the redhead. God, she was even hotter the closer you got to her. She wondered. Was it allowed. Could she ... you know, could she touch her. Mmm. She knew she wanted to.

And then she was reaching out and she was sliding a hand around the redhead’s waist.

The redhead just looked at her and that’s when Jeanie realized that the girl had already been drinking. So much the better, Jeanie thought as she pulled the girl to her.

She could see it now, the look in the girl’s eyes as she looked back into Jeanie’s eyes and as she finally seemed to realize just what the heck was going on here but so far, she hadn’t said no and as far as Jeanie was concerned, that was as good as a yes.

God, her tits were great. Hell, they were only just barely contained by the little white tee and suddenly, that’s when Jeanie knew what she was going to do. She grabbed the girl’s shirt and she pulled.

It was amazing. As easily as the girl’s shirt came apart, she might have thought that the shirt was actually meant to be torn to shreds but she didn’t have time to think about that nor did she have time to think about the roar of the crowd or the way everyone seemed to be watching the two of them. No, the only thing that mattered was the redhead with the big tits. She kissed the girl and was only slightly startled when the girl kissed her back.

Someone had come up behind her while the redhead and her were kissing and before she knew it, her own shirt was in tatters and all Jeanie could think about was fuck yeah. She didn’t care that she was on display for everyone else to see. What mattered, the only thing actually that mattered really, was that she was free to mash her own bare breasts right up against those of the redhead.

And the redhead was kissing her back even as her hands found their way down to the girl’s plump ass and suddenly she knew she just had to get in the redhead’s pants.

“Hey there,” a man’s voice whispered in her ear even as the crowd continued to roar. “None of that now. We don’t want to lose our license, you know.”

What, Jeanie wondered. It wasn’t like she was going to do anything bad. She just wanted to get her new-found friend out of her pants.

“Weren’t they great,” Chuck roared out to the crowd. “Put your hands together and show them just how much you appreciated them.”

The crowd roared back and Jeanie couldn’t help but wonder if they were done.

They might be done, the blond told herself but she most certainly wasn’t. No sooner had she been led off the stage than she had the redhead by the hand and she was pulling the girl behind her on her way to the bathroom.

It wasn’t long before she had the girl’s jeans open and then she was pulling those jeans down and oh my god, suddenly the redhead was there in her just her little, white, cotton panties and they looked as sheer as the little white tees that the two of them had been wearing earlier and Jeanie couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you got them wet. Would the redhead’s pussy suddenly become visible if that happened?

But she didn’t have the time to find out because she had to pull those panties down and then suddenly, oh my God, there it was.

Jeanie pushed her newest friend up against the counter and then she knelt before her. It wasn’t shaved nor was it completely natural but there was enough red there to match what was up top and as far as Jeanie was concerned, it looked absolutely fantastic and then there she was, moving forward and sliding her tongue between the folds of the girl’s pussy.

“Oh yeah,” the redhead moaned even as that tongue continued to have its way with her pussy.

She couldn’t have put it better herself, Jeanie thought. Oh yeah. Oh fucking yeah.

Keiko couldn’t help herself. She’d come back to Darkview in search of the antidote but it seemed as if no one was able to help her.

Maybe that wasn’t exactly the case, the teen told herself. Maybe it was more correct to say that no one wanted to help her but really, did it matter. She could feel herself slipping. It was just that ... it was just that women were so hot.

Stop it, the teen told herself. She liked boys.

Yeah, maybe she did, she answered back, but maybe she liked girls better.

That was just the drug talking.

So what if it was.

That really was the problem. She didn’t have a good answer for that.

And that’s when Keiko saw her. She’d looked so out of place among the rough and tumble denizens of the city’s seedy underbelly. Heck, the girl looked just like her, like a student, maybe a high school student. She had long, brown hair and she seemed to walk with such a carefree stride that Keiko had to ask herself just what the heck she was doing here.

And that’s when Keiko knew it. She wanted the girl.

She wanted her so bad.

That was just the drug talking.

So what if it was. She was tired of telling herself that. She just wanted to give in. She wanted to give in to what the drug wanted her to be.

Mmm. Giving in. There was just something so ... so exciting about that.

She’d followed the girl ... or at least she’d tried to but somewhere along the way, she’d lost sight of the girl but even before she’d lost sight of the girl, she knew shed seen enough. She just knew she had to have her and she knew she would somehow and some way. She knew she was going to get the girl.

Bethany couldn’t believe it. She was used to Jeanie doing what she wanted her to do that she’d been a bit stunned when Jeanie had pretty much told her that she was going to do the wet t-shirt contest whether Bethany wanted to or not. She was stunned and she was a bit hurt although she would have been loathe to admit it.

What she needed to make herself feel better was to dominate someone and not just sort of dominate them. She wanted to really dominate them. She wanted to dominate them good.

And that’s when it hit her. There was that guy. What the hell was his name? It was Gino something. What the hell was his name?

It wasn’t just her that he’d approached but it had been some of the other cheerleaders he’d approached and it wasn’t just their school, either. He’d had this crazy idea of staging mud wrestling fights between cheerleaders. Of course she’d told him no and so had the other girls and when the school district officials found out about it, they’d pretty much lowered the boom on him but what the hell was his name?

Gino ... Gino ... Gino something ...

She snapped her fingers as it finally came to her. Gino Johnston. His club was a couple of miles out of town which meant the city had no control over him. The way she’d heard it, he staged mud wrestling contests there most nights and the way she was feeling, she might not want to fight some other cheerleader, but she wouldn’t mind tearing some other bitch to shreds. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. Her body pressed up against the other bitch’s. Both of them breathing hard. And she’d make the other bitch submit. Yeah, she liked that.

Okay so she knew who the guy was but how to reach him. He’d given her his card but shed thrown that out. Still, she supposed she could call the club. Now that she knew his name, they could probably direct her to him.

A gruff sounding man answered the phone when she made the call. “Barney’s,” the man said.

“I’m looking for Gino Johnston,” Bethany said.

“Yeah? What about?”

“You guys still doing that mud wrestling stuff there?”

“Yep. Every Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. Why? Who wants to know?”

“Gino approached me a while back. He wanted to know if I wanted to do it.”

“Yeah? You a stripper?”

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were a stripper. They’re usually the ones we get in here to do this. You don’t sound like a stripper.”

Strippers. Oh my God. That was so hot. Just the thought of another girl without her clothes on. God that made her pussy so creamy wet. “I’m not a stripper,” she said. “I’m a cheerleader.”

“A cheerleader, huh?” and Bethany was sure she could hear the man’s interest pick up. “Hold on. I’ll see if Gino’s around.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah sure. Whatever.”

Bethany waited and waited until finally another man’s voice came on the line. “This is Gino,” he said.

“Hi, Gino. My name’s Bethany and you approached me and some of my cheerleader friends about doing some mud wrestling for you.”

“Yeah well we ain’t doing that anymore,” the man said in a tone that had a bit of an edge to it.

“Anymore?”

“Ever,” the man said testily. “We ain’t doing it ever so if you don’t mind, I got work to do.”

“Do you think I could mud wrestle for you,” Bethany blurted out.

“What?”

“I want to wrestle for you but it has to be tonight.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why does it have to be tonight?”

“Because that’s the kind of mood I’m in.” Bethany didn’t bother adding that she was having a hard time getting the thought out of her mind of her pressing her body up against some naked stripper bitch’s.

Gino seemed to think that over. “You want to do it tonight,” he said.

“Uh huh.”

“Okay. Be here tonight at seven and I’ll see what I can do.”

There was still a part of her that was wondering what she was doing here but Bethany really wasn’t questioning that anymore.

The rules were simple, she was told. You “fought” in bikinis. You could slap but you couldn’t hit. You could pull another girl’s hair but you couldn’t do anything that would disfigure. No scratching. No biting. You had to dominate your opponent and that, Bethany thought, that was definitely something she could do. You knocked her down in the mud and then you ripped off your panties and you made your opponent eat your pussy like the slut she was and if you could do that, they’d hose you off and get you ready to fight the victor of the next match until there wasn’t anyone left to fight and if you could do that, if you could be the last one standing, then you were the queen of the ring and the princess of the pit at least for that one night.

Yeah, those were definitely rules that Bethany could understand.

Her first match was with a blond Amazonian named Stormy. The other woman looked at Bethany disdainfully. “So you’re a cheerleader,” she said dismissively. “You know, I would have expected more.”

If she thought that that would faze the young cheerleader, she soon learned differently. “So you’re a stripper,” Bethany said disdainfully, “I would have figured as much. A whole lot of tits and not much else.”

“You’re going down tonight, Cheerleader.”

“Yeah? We’ll see about that.”

“You’ll be eating my pussy.”

“I wouldn’t eat your slutty, old pussy. I have no idea where that’s been.”

“Why you—”

“Girls, girls,” Gino had said. “Let’s save it for the ring.”

The stripper turned on the promoter. “You stay out of this. This is between me and the cheerleader bitch.”

The man just shrugged. “You two feel that way, how about we get you up there right now.”

“That’s fine with me,” Stormy said.

Gino stepped up to the mike. “We have a newcomer here tonight and she’s going up against someone that you all know very well so first, let’s introduce you to the woman who needs no introduction, Stormy.”

Stormy moved out into the ring and she waved at the crowd.

“And as I said, we have a newcomer tonight. Facing off against Stormy is Bethany.”

Just as Stormy had done, Bethany moved out into the ring and she listened to the applause. She liked that. They were applauding for her. That was so hot.

A referee brought the two of the, to center ring. “Now I want a good, clean fight,” he told them. “You got that?”

Bethany nodded. She wasn’t sure how clean it was going to be considering that they were fighting In the mud but yeah, she got it.

“You understand there are no rounds? You fight until one of you wins. You got that?”

Both women nodded.

“All right then. Fight.”

Bethany eyed her opponent even as the other girl looked back at her. It was hard to keep your footing in the mud but then maybe that was the point and yet even as she was thinking that, the most remarkable thing happened.

Stormy hit her.

What the fuck? What about the god damned rules and yet even as she was looking at the ref waiting for him to do something, Stormy hit her again.

She went down and in an instant, Stormy was on top of her. “I told you you were going down,” the blond said.

Bethany was still trying to figure out what had just happened when she realized what the stripper bitch was doing. She was untying her bikini bottoms. That meant she ...

No way. No fucking way.

And yet as much as she struggled to get away, the stripper still remained where she was.

“I told you you were going to eat my pussy.”

Fuck this, Bethany told herself. She had to get this bitch off of her.

But damn it, the bitch wasn’t moving and her pussy was almost there.

She struggled even more and finally she was rewarded with something. It wasn’t much, but it was something and maybe it was enough.

She slapped at the other woman’s thigh and she moved ever so slightly. It was definitely there, an opening, a small one, but it was there.

She pushed as hard as she could but her mud-slimed hands slid against the other woman’s skin but once more, her hands were back.

“Eat it, you slut,” Stormy told her. “Eat my pussy.”

“No. I ... won’t,” and with that, Bethany wriggled out from under the other woman’s body.

Once more, the two women were on their feet as they squared off against one another. Already, Bethany was getting the feeling that the rules weren’t nearly as hard and fast as they had first seemed to be. She darted in but the other woman slid to the side and then it was Stormy’s turn to mount a counter attack which Bethany also thwarted.

“You’re doing good, Cheerleader,” Stormy said. “The guys are really going to like it when I make you eat my pussy.”

“Maybe but I think they’re going to like it even better when they see your slutty ass give in to my will,” Bethany said and once more, she darted in, but this time when Stormy tried to sidestep her, Bethany was ready and she knocked the other girl onto her butt.

In an instant, Bethany had her bikini bottoms off and then she was straddling the other girl in a sixty-nine. “So you thought you were going to make me eat your pussy,” she said even s she pushed her cunt up against Stormy’s face. “Well, it looks like that’s not going to happen,” she said even as her fingers diddled the stripper’s pussy. “Now eat it, Bitch. Eat my pussy.”

Stormy tried to move her mouth out of the way of Bethany’s pussy but the cheerleader wasn’t having any of that. Once more, she shoved her pussy up against Stormy’s mouth. “I said eat it,” she said.

Still, Stormy tried to refuse but Bethany had an answer to that. Her fingers continued their dirty work on Stormy’s pussy and when the stripper gasped at what those fingers were doing to her, Bethany once more drove her pussy onto the other woman’s mouth and this time, there wasn’t any fight left to be put up as the stripper relented and ate the cheerleader’s pussy.

It was a heady feeling, Bethany thought. In fact, she could get used to this. Yes indeed. She could get used to bending stripper sluts to her will.

Bethany worked her way through the field and in time, there was no one left for her to fight.

“It looks like we have a winner,” Chuck said as he held up Bethany’s arm. “And now as is always the case here, let’s bring back all the girls that Bethany had to defeat to get here.”

Wait a minute. No one had told her about this.

But there they all were and each one wasn’t even wearing a bikini anymore as she filed into the ring.

“I think they all want to congratulate Bethany on her win.”

Yeah right. That was hardly what it looked like to Bethany as the girls advanced on her and then they seemed to just surge forward and they knocked her down.

There were too many of them, Bethany wanted to say, but no one was listening to her anyway, and besides, it was now clear what they wanted and Bethany fought even harder. No. They couldn’t make her do that.

But even as she was thinking that, someone was pressing her pussy against Bethany’s face and it was clear from the way they were reacting that they weren’t going to let her up until she ate the girl out.

No, this couldn’t be happening to her.

But it was and then her tongue was doing exactly what they wanted it to do and the girl atop her face just moaned as Bethany ate her out.

Stormy was the last of them to have her pussy eaten. They didn’t have to force Bethany anymore. Instead, the big Amazonian stripper had just laid there in the mud as Bethany crouched between her legs and ate her pussy out. “Yeah that’s it,” the big blond had purred as one of her muddy hands stroked Bethany’s hair. “That’s it. Eat my pussy.”

And Bethany did exactly that.

“Oh fuck, that’s good,” the blond moaned. “Eat it,” she demanded.

She was eating it. Oh wait. The blond was shuddering now. Oh yeah. That was it. She’d done it. She’d eaten out the blond’s pussy. She’d eaten it good.

Keiko had finally had to admit it to herself that she’d lost the girl. More than that, it was getting late, and from what Keiko had heard, strange things happened during the daylight hours in the back alleys of Darkview but the back alleys were one place you didn’t want to be after dark so reluctantly she went home.

She ate dinner quietly that night and when dinner was done, she excused herself from the table so she could go work on her homework.

Back in her room, she pulled out her book bag and she pulled out her books. She didn’t really have all that much work to do but when it was done, she could think about what she was going to do next.

A half hour later, her books had barely been touched and she was still telling herself the very same thing. Focus, Keiko told herself. You’ve got to focus.

Yeah but it was hard, Keiko answered back.

Hard or not though, she had to do it.

Another fifteen minutes passed and Keiko couldn’t help but admit that she wasn’t able to do it. Well that wasn’t actually true, she told herself. She was having a hard time focusing on her schoolwork but there was one thing she did want to focus on.

Okay, she told herself as if she was being so very magnanimous to herself. Okay. We can think about what you want to think about but after that, we have to study.

That was the only permission that Keiko needed and before she knew it, she was sliding her top over her head and she was pushing her jeans down past her hips and she couldn’t help but moan as one hand stroked her little white panties against her pussy while the other one squeezed bra against her tiny titties.

Oh yeah, she told herself. This was what she wanted. Well maybe not this exactly but this was good for a started. What she really wanted was the brunette with the long hair.

Oh yeah, she told herself as she pushed her fingers down inside her panties. That was exactly what she wanted.

Oh my God. She was so wet but then of course she was. It was her. It was the girl with the long, brown hair.

Oh god. She was so hot, Keiko thought even as she pressed her fingers against her pussy. She moaned as her fingers rubbed up against her clit. It wasn’t just her. It was the girl.

In the back of her mind, she knew it was the drug but knowing that didn’t make the girl any less hot.

She got rid of the panties and the bra. They were only getting in the way. She rubbed her clitty even harder. Oh my God. It felt so good to pleasure herself like this while she thought about the girl.

Just a little bit more, she told herself. Just a little bit more.

It was so easy, Keiko told herself. All she had to do was to think about the brown-haired girl. She wondered what the brown-haired girl would look like naked and she rubbed her clitty even harder.

She wondered what it would be like to have the brown-haired girl with her tongue between her legs and Keiko couldn’t help but moan as she rubbed her pussy even harder.

Or better yet, Keiko thought, what would it be like if she were licking the brown-haired girl’s pussy. She’d never licked a girl’s pissy before but she knew she wanted to.

Oh my God. That was so hot. The thought of her tongue on the brown-haired girl’s pussy. That would be hot.

That would be so very hot, Keiko told herself as her pussy finally came. That would be so very, very hot.

“I wanted to apologize.”

The two girls were alone in Jeanie’s bedroom and no one else was in the house. “Yeah?” Bethany said as nonchalantly as she could. “What did you want to apologize about?”

“It was the other day when you called me a slut. I mean I’m sure you didn’t really mean that but I just kind of overreacted. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, Bethany told her friend. I meant what I said.”

“You’re serious? You really meant it?”

“Oh yeah. Every word of it.”

“But that’s ... that’s ... that’s mean.”

“No, it’s not. Mean would be pretending I didn’t say it when I really did. I mean isn’t it better that you know now how I really feel about you?”

“I ... I guess.”

“There’s no guessing about it but you want to know something else?”

“What?”

“I think you liked it. I think you liked being called a big titty slut.”

“I did not.”

“I think you did and you know what else I think?”

“What?”

“I’ll bet you can’t wait to have it happen again. I’ll bet you can’t wait to have me call you a big ... titty ... slut. Isn’t that right ... Slut?”

Jeanie wanted to object but she couldn’t help but feel a charge go through her when her friend called her that. She wasn’t a slut. She knew that but still, to have her friend call her that, somehow, that was just so hot.

“You got something to say about that, Slut?”

Jeanie shook her head.

“I didn’t think so but I think we said you were a big titty slut, didn’t we. That must mean you have something you want to show me, don’t you?”

She finally got it, Jeanie thought. Her friend finally understood.

“Come on. Let’s see it. Let’s see those tits.”

She really got it, Jeanie thought, and in that instant, Jeanie knew she couldn’t hold back anymore. She pulled her top off and her hands squeezed her tits together.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, Slut, but I think we know what a slut like you really wants.”

Jeanie looked down and she saw her friend pulling up her skirt. What the heck was her friend doing, she thought, and yet she knew.

“Get down on your knees,” Bethany said.

Jeanie dropped down to her knees and even as she did, she could see the other girl pulling down her panties.

“I think you know what to do with this,” Bethany said.

Even if she hadn’t known what to do with what her friend was showing her, it would have been rather hard not to figure it out what with the way her friend was pushing herself up against her face.

“Go on,” Bethany coaxed her. “Go on and eat it.”

Eat it, the blond thought. Sure she could do that. In fact, she wanted to do that. She wanted to eat her friend’s pussy.

Yes, Bethany thought as she felt her friend’s tongue on her pussy. Yes, this was the way it was supposed to be. Yes.

Mmm, she was so wet, Jeanie thought. She was so wet from licking her friend’s pussy and the more she licked it, the wetter she got. She couldn’t believe she’d never done this before. Eating her friend’s pussy just felt so right.

“Oh my God,” Bethany moaned. “Oh my God. Yes!”

Her friend was coming and Jeanie loved it as the other girl’s clit throbbed against her tongue. She’d done that, she told herself proudly. She was the one who’d made her friend cum.

“What are you?” Bethany asked as her pussy finally started to come down from the high it had reached.

Jeanie now knew the answer to that. “I’m a slut,” she said proudly.

“That’s a big titty slut,” her friend corrected her.

“I’m a big titty slut,” Jeanie agreed.

“You’re a slut for my pussy, aren’t you.”

“I love your pussy,” Jeanie agreed.

“That’s because you’re my slut, aren’t you.”

“Mmm yeah. I’m your slut,” Jeanie agreed.

God, that was so hot, Bethany thought. It was so hot when a girl gave herself to her like Jeanie was doing but it was even hotter that it was Jeanie that was doing it. God, there was just something about her friend, something that was so fucking hot. In fact, now that she thought about it, she wondered why they hadn’t done this before. It never occurred to her that these thoughts might have formed rather recently in her mind. It never occurred to her that she hadn’t really thought these thoughts before she spritzed herself with the stuff from Keiko’s locker.

But then why should she have had those thoughts. Having her friend was just the right thing to do, almost as right as, well, with all the pussy shed been forced to eat just the night before, perhaps she could show her friend something. “Lie back,” she told her friend.

“What?”

“I said lie back. I want to show you something.”

Jeanie laid back and moments later, Bethany was pushing her skirt up and pulling down her panties.

“Oh my God,” the girl moaned.

“I want you to play with your tits while I do this to you. Can you do that for me?”

Jeanie couldn’t help but moan as her friend slid between her legs and then just as Bethany had asked her to do, she started to play with her tits.

Jeanie couldn’t help herself. She moaned as her friend’s tongue stroked her little nub. Oh my God. She squeezed her tits. Oh my God. That was so good. That was so fucking good.

She was back again, back in the back alleys of Darkview. She was honest enough to admit that it was probably a hopeless cause. Hell, she didn’t even know where to start to look but she knew she had to do it. Nothing else seemed to matter except finding the girl with the long, brown hair.

She talked to various people but no one seemed to know where the girl with the long, brown hair was. Oh sure, there were some who thought they might know and their were others who tried to persuade Keiko to give up her search and there were still others who didn’t seem to want to talk to her at all but no one seemed to know where the girl was.

Still, Keiko told herself, she had to try.

And then just when all seemed hopeless even to Keiko, she saw the girl and n the next moment, she was chasing after the girl but before she could catch up to her, she watched the girl go into a bookstore.

Keiko pushed the door to the bookshop open. It seemed heavy and ponderous, almost if the very store itself was trying to convince the casual passerby to move along. Go ahead, the door seemed to say. There’s nothing to see here. Just move along.

But if this really was where you wanted to be then the door seemed to offer almost no resistance at all.

It was dark inside, not so dark of course that one couldn’t see what there was to see but dark enough to give the place an air of secrets and foreboding. Well, most of it was dark that was. There was one area that wasn’t dark and that’s where she was, there behind the reception desk where light from a skylight seemed to stream in and give her an almost angelic look.

Off to Keiko’s right, something screamed at her from the shadows.

“Harold,” the girl behind the desk said. “That’s not nice.”

Harold hardly stemmed interested in whether something was nice or not because he just chattered away fiercely even as Keiko peered off into the darkness. “What’s that?” she asked.

“Thats Harold. He’s our watch-monkey.”

“Your watch-monkey?”

“Yeah. They’re way better than watchdogs and someday, everyone’s going to have one. A couple of months back, a couple of guys tried to break in here. Well they did break in actually. Harold had some fun with the burglars and only after he’d worn them both out, that’s when he finally called nine-one-one.”

Keiko nodded. She wasn’t sure how much she should believe of what the other girl was telling or if it even mattered what she believed. After all, she wasn’t here to talk about monkeys or watchdogs. “Is this your place?” she asked.

“I work here,” the other girl said.

Keiko nodded. “What’s your name?” she asked.

“My name’s Jill. What’s yours?”

“Keiko.”

“Keiko, huh? That’s a nice name. I like it.”

“Um, thanks.”

“So, Keiko, what can I do for you?”

“I, um, I,” Keiko stammered. Sure she’d found the girl but now that she had, she was at a lost for what she wanted to say next.

“Would you mind if I took a guess at what you wanted?”

Keiko shook her head. She wouldn’t mind at all.

Jill reached under the counter and she brought a bottle up. “I imagine you know what this is,” she said.

Keiko looked at the bottle and the liquid it contained and she nodded. It looked very much like the same substance that she’d used on her friends and not only did it look like it, but Keiko was sure it was it.

“And this,” Jill said as she produced a vial from her pocket, this is the antidote for that stuff.

The antidote, Keiko thought.

“I can let you have it ... if in fact, that’s what you really want.”

What did Jill mean by that, Keiko wondered. Of course she wanted it ... didn’t she?

“If you want it,” Jill said, “all you have to do is come here and get it.”

All she had to do, Keiko told herself as she approached the counter, all she had to do was to go there and get it.

But Jill hardly seemed to be in any hurry to give her what she wanted. “I can give it to you, of course, if that’s what you really want but I can’t help but wonder if that is what you want.”

“I ... I ...”

“Tell me. Did you actually have it on your skin or did you only smell it. You know, it’s so much more powerful when it’s in actual contact with your skin but there are just some people who are just such total naturals that all it takes is just one whiff to get them hooked. I have a feeling you might be that kind of person. What do you say? Do you think maybe we should find out?”

Keiko couldn’t seem to do anything more than just stand there and wait.

“Why don’t you come around the counter,” Jill suggested.

Come around the counter? Sure. Why not? She could do that.

“Now we’ll spritz a little something here ...”

Keiko watched as Jill sprayed some of the stuff on the side of her neck and then she watched as the other girl pulled her to her.

Mmm. One whiff was all it took. She knew he just had to do it. She had to kiss the girl and of course one kiss just wasn’t enough. She had to kiss her over and over again.

Jill just laughed at her. “Oh wow, you really have got it bad but maybe what you’d really like would be if I spritzed it on your skin. I could do that if you want ... or I could give you the antidote instead.”

It took Keiko a moment to realize that she was being given a choice.

“Do you want the antidote?”

Did she want the antidote? But would that mean she suddenly wouldn’t find Jill as fascinating as she was. No, that couldn’t be. The girl was ... well Keiko was sure that Jill was incredible. The antidote wouldn’t change that, wouldit, but what if that was what it meant?

“Well, do you want it?” Jill asked.

Keiko shook her head. She couldn’t risk it. “No,” she said. “I don’t want it.”

The girl behind the counter smiled. “I didn’t think you would. Now hold out your arm.”

“Why?” Keiko asked even as she held out her arm.

“I think you know why,” Jill said even as she spritzed some of the stuff onto Keiko’s exposed arm.

She couldn’t help but feel it. It was like a fire was suddenly igniting inside her body. God it was a good thing she’d already come around the counter because the way she was feeling now, if she hadn’t been where he was, she probably would have leapt over the counter to get at the other girl.

“So, why don’t you tell me what you want.”

“Tell her? No, that just wasn’t going to do. Nothing less than showing her would ever be good enough and that’s hen Keiko looked in Jill’s eyes and suddenly she knew it. The other girl thought the very same way he did.”

No, she most definitely wasn’t going to tell her.

Keiko moved forward, she most certainly didn’t need the antidote. The way she was feeling right now was so intense and so real, no drug could make her feel like that so that meant it had to be real and that meant she didn’t need the antidote. She moved forward and she was pulling Jill’s top up, higher and higher and then higher still. Oh my God. There they were. Jill’s breasts. They were so firm and round.

She looked up to see Jill watching her. “Go on,” the other girl said huskily.

That was the only permission that Keiko needed. She pulled Jill’s top off of her and then she was reaching around to undo the other girl’s bra and then her hands were back again. Jill’s breasts looked even better than they had when they were nestled in that bra and they felt even better when Keiko finally got her hands on them.

“Go on,” Jill said again.

There was no way she could have stopped. Keiko knew that. She let her hands slide down and then she was opening Jill’s jeans, opening her jeans and pushing the jeans and the panties down past the other girl’s hips and then her hands were back again, back on the other girl’s plump ass.

“Oh yeah,” Jill moaned. “Go on. Let me see your body.”

Of course. That was exactly what she wanted to do and with that, Keiko was lifting up her top and she was exposing herself to the other girl.

She wasn’t wearing a bra because she hadn’t needed one so Jill’s hands had immediate access to her breasts and when she touched her, well Keiko couldn’t help but gasp at that. “Cute,” Jill said.

“You think so,” Keiko asked worriedly.

“I know so,” Jill said. “They’re just so totally cute. I wouldn’t have them be any other way.”

That was all Keiko had to hear. She’d been worried that maybe her breasts might be too small but Jill seemed to like them and really, that was all that mattered.

“Let’s see the rest of it.”

That was all the invitation that Keiko needed to undo her skirt and then she was letting the skirt and her panties fall to her feet and she could feel her newest friend slide a hand between her willing thighs.

“Oh my God,” Jill gushed. “You are so wet.”

Well of course, she was. Who wouldn’t be?

“Let’s go in the back,” Jill suggested.

In the back or anywhere. Keiko knew she’d go wherever her new friend wanted her to go.

They went into an office in the back and then Jill was pushing Keiko into a chair and as her new friend dropped to her knees, Keiko knew exactly what Jill wanted her to do and she was more than willing to oblige.

“Mmm yeah,” Jill said as she slid between Keiko’s thighs. “So wet.”

Oh God, Keiko thought. Oh God. Yes. Her new friend was licking her and her pussy absolutely loved what her new friend was doing to her pussy.

Oh my God. Slow. Sensitive. And yet insistent, too. Oh my God.

She could cum. In fact, it would be so easy. She could cum right there. She wanted to even as she wanted to hold back and make the feeling last. Oh but geez. How could she hold back when that tongue was licking her pussy.

So close. So ready. She gulped. Oh my God. She was so ...

She was cumming and it felt so good and all the while, Jill’s tongue kept working her pussy. Oh my God. That was cool. That was so hot. That was so ... so ...

That was so incredible.

Jill was looking up at her and suddenly, Keiko knew what she had to do. “I think it’s your turn,” she said.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” Keiko said as she stood. “Come on. Time for you to take a seat.”

“Could you ... could you do something different for me.”

“Something different?”

“In the drawer,” Jill moaned.

Keiko opened the top drawer of the desk and there on top of all the papers there was a dildo. She took the dildo out of the desk. “You want this?” she asked.

“Yes,” the other girl moaned.

“Then you’re going to get this. Bend over the desk.”

Jill did as she was told to do and it wasn’t long before the Asian girl was coming up behind her and working the dildo in between Jill’s legs.

“You want this?” Keiko asked again.

“Yes,” Jill moaned even louder. “Yes, I want it. Give it to me.”

Keiko was more than happy to oblige with one hand stroking her friends back even as the other worked the dildo into Jill’s sopping cunt.

“You want this?” Keiko asked yet again.

“Yes,” Jill growled. “I want it.”

“Are you going to cum for it then?”

“I’m going to cum so hard for it.”

“Let’s see it then. I want to see you cum.”

It was as if everything had come down to just that. Jill was moaning loudly as that dildo continued to work her and her moans were getting louder.

“Let’s see it,” Keiko said again. “I want to see you cum.”

“You want to ... you want to ... oh my God. Yes!”

There was little doubt as to what was happening as the pussy of the girl with long brown hair Clamped down on the dildo buried inside her.

“Oh my God,” she gushed again. “Oh my God.”

“I take it you liked that.”

“I loved it.”

“You know I have to see you again,” Keiko told her new friend.

Jill just smiled at that. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about on that account,” she said. “I have the feeling that from now on, we’ll be seeing a whole lot more of each other.”

Keiko smiled a relieved smile. Grandfather had been right. A ninjas job was to not be seen but then on the other hand, sometimes being seen wasn’t such a bad thing either and she most definitely wanted Jill to see her a whole lot more.