The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive


Chapter 10

Ask Me Some Questions and I’ll Tell You No Lies

“I don’t know how to begin. I’ve never come here with this type of situation.”

“Well, why don’t you start at the beginning? I’ve been your guidance counselor for four years, and you’ve only come to see me about college applications. Since you’re going to Georgetown on a football scholarship—congratulations by the way—I know it’s not about that. Something is troubling you, I can see that.”

“I’m embarrassed.” He couldn’t look her in the face.

“Don’t be. You can tell me anything. I’ve heard it all before.”

“Maybe I’d be more comfortable talking to a man. Is Mr. Keltner in his office?”

“Please, talk to me. I want to listen. It’s my job you know.” She smiled, and he looked up and gave a half-smile back.

He inhaled sharply, and an uneasy silence followed.

“Is something the matter at home?” she prodded. “Are things alright between your parents, or between you and your parents?”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” His voice had a pathetic quality to it.

“Something is obviously bothering you.” He leaned back in his chair, considering whether coming to the guidance office was a good idea. He had stood in the doorway unsure if he had the guts to enter, when Mrs. Hall saw him and roped him into her office.

“My girlfriend is sleeping with another guy,” he blurted.

“Oh, Chad, that’s awful. She broke up with you?”

He didn’t answer.

“You’ll be OK. Hey, you’re the football hero! You led the team to the league title. I’m sure the girls will be all over you once they hear you’re back in circulation. It’ll be tough, for sure, but you’ll get over her.” She was trying to rebuild his confidence.

He said nothing.

“I’m sorry Chad, I really am. When did this happen. You and Kate have been dating for almost a year, and you seemed so happy together, but do you really want to be going out with someone who would betray you like that? Count yourself lucky, in a way.”

“We didn’t break up.”

“Really? She slept with another boy and you forgave her? Well, that’s very noble of you. Forget that last thing I just said.” She paused. “Have you talked about it? Did she promise you it wouldn’t happen again?”

“You don’t understand,” he answered, his voice choking up.

“OK, explain it to me.”

“She wants to keep dating me, but not have sex. She only wants to have sex with him. It’s like she’s his slave or something.”

Kimberly Hall leaned forward in her chair. Though she had assured the young man in front of her that she had “heard it all,” this was new to her. “What? Slave? Who, Chad, who is Kate having sex with? This is important. I need to know. I have a legal responsibility to report abuse, so you must tell me.”

Chad thought he was going to pass out in fear and shame. “Alan Marshall. Kate is,” his voice strangled up as he said the next word, “fucking Alan Marshall. And he is also dating Pauline.” Chad wiped the tears from his face.

* * *

Kim Hall didn’t know what to do for a second. Composing herself, she sent Chad Krieger to the nurse’s office to lay down for the rest of the day. She then went to the main office and looked up Kate Van Devanter’s schedule. A few minutes later she had reached the classroom, and after a brief conversation with Mr. Eichler, Kate’s social studies teacher, she was walking with her back to her office.

“I don’t understand, Mrs. Hall. You’re not my counselor. Where’s Mr. Ruggerio?”

Kim ignored her protests and gestured Kate to take a seat. “Before we start I just need to know, are you OK?” Kim asked the girl.

“I’m fine. What makes you think otherwise?”

“Chad Krieger was just in here, and he told me that Alan Marshall may be abusing you. Is there any truth in that?”


“’No.’ That’s it? That’s all you have to say? ‘No.’”


“Did he threaten you? Did he tell you he’d hurt you if you said anything to anyone?”


“Is that all you’re going to say?”


* * *

Kate left Mrs. Hall’s office and walked to the end of the hall. After turning the corner she broke out into a run. She knew that Alan was in Math class because her friend Suzy was in the same class, and by the time she reached the door to the classroom the bell was about to ring. She cornered Alan as he came out and led him to the end of the hall.

“We’ve got trouble. Chad went to Mrs. Hall and told him about us. What are we going to do?”

“Come with me, slut. I’ll take care of it.”

“Where are we going?” she whined.

“We’re going to see her. I’ll explain everything to her.”

“NO!” she gasped, causing heads to turn in the hallway.

“Are you questioning me, slut?” he asked her sotto voce.

“Yes. Maybe. No,” she whimpered softly.

He pulled her aside, into an alcove. “Who am I?”

“Y-y-you’re Alan. I don’t understand.”

“Who am I to you?”

“My m-m-master.” She began to tremble slightly.

“If I say that we’re going to see Mrs. Hall, why do you question me?”

“S-s-sorry, Master.”

“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He petted her on the top of her head, and she smiled, glowing inside.

* * *

Kimberly Hall spent the last five minutes in her office with the door closed, weighing her options. She didn’t have enough evidence of abuse to make a report. Kate was certainly not being abused at home; there had never been any signs of that. Chad was her boyfriend, the most likely candidate for being her abuser (the order of usual suspects running parents first, boyfriend second), and she didn’t think he was knocking her around. Alan Marshall was the least likely person she could come up with to paint as an abuser, and the story which she had been presented with, that Alan was abusing Kate Van Devanter was similarly unlikely. He just didn’t seem to be the type. Complicating all of this was the fact the Alan’s mom was on the school board, a very powerful position. The best course, she had decided quickly, would be to make quiet inquiries among the teachers who taught Alan, Kate, and Chad. She would not at this time be calling the county’s Child Services Department. If the story turned out to be a delusion on Chad’s part, this whole thing could blow up in her face if the authorities were involved. There was a knock on her door.

“Come in.”

The door opened and she was shocked to see that Kate and Alan were standing in her doorway, together. “Hello. I’m surprised to see you.”

“Kate told me about your conversation just now, and about what Chad had said to you, and we’re here to clear some things up.”

“OK.” Mrs. Hall had no idea where this was going.

“Before I start I would like to know just exactly what Chad told you.”

Kim saw this coming; of course Alan would want to know that, but it was against policy to tell one student what another student had said in a private counseling session. She was just about to open her mouth and say, “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you that.” But she didn’t; instead she said, “Chad told me that you were fucking Kate. That you have turned her into a sex slave, and were abusing her.”

“Why did I tell him that?” she thought, kicking herself.

“Interesting,” was his only response.

“Well, is it true?”

“What if it is?”

“I would be duty bound to report you to the county.”


Kim sputtered, “Because it’s wrong! That’s why.”

Alan turned to Kate, “Are you my sex slave?” She nodded. “Am I abusing you?” She shook her head. “Satisfied?” he asked, turning back to the counselor.

“No I am not. This is disgusting. I’m going to have to, at the very least, tell the principal, and also your mother. You should be ashamed of yourself!”

“Look, I’m not doing anything to Kate that she doesn’t want me doing.” Kate nodded vigorously.

“What in god’s name are you talking about? Kate?”

“Go ahead, slut, tell her.”

“Alan is my master. He can do anything to me that he wants, and I

love it all.”

“W-what what does he do to you? Does he hurt you?”

“He fucks me. He fucks me until I scream. Sometimes I come so hard I pass out. He calls me his slut, and I call him master. He took me to the mall and allowed me to get my nipples pierced. He shaves my pussy and fucks me up the ass. He gave me a dildo—a butt plug—and I wear it all the time, unless he wants to fuck me in the ass, that is.” She told this all in a happy and singsong voice, and Mrs. Hall looked like she was going to vomit.

“I don’t understand this,” Kimberly told the pair, horror evident in her quivering voice.

“Show her,” Alan commanded Kate.

“Hmm?” Kate asked, not knowing what was expected of her in this situation, strange ever for her.

“Take off your clothes, slut, and show her your rings and pussy.” Kim froze, not believing that Kate would actually strip, but sure enough Kate was taking her things off without hesitation. She gawked at the sight of Kate’s pierced nipples and shaved mound.

“You just made your last mistake young man. Now I know there’s proof of your abuse because I see it right in front of me,” the counselor scolded Alan, a gleam of triumph in her eyes. “Forget about the Department of Child Services, I’m calling the police!” She reached for the phone, but for some reason couldn’t follow through.

“Sit,” he said to her calmly, pointing at her office chair.

“You mind your mouth, young man!”

“Sit.” She sat.

“You’re not going to tell anyone about this, understand?” Kim nodded, not knowing why. “My little slut here never had it so good. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes Master, I never had it so good.” Kate voice took on that little-girl quality like in past situations when Alan dominated her.

“Go over to Mrs. Hall and take off her clothes.”

“What?!?” Kim protested, but she was powerless to resist as little Kate Van Devanter came forward and began removing her from her suit.

“Oooh, look at her nipples. They’re nice and hard!” Kate exclaimed as she stripped the counselor to the waist.

“Good eye, slut. And what do those hard nipples tell us about her?”

“She’s a dirty slut,” Kate giggled. “Just like me!”

“Right you are, my good little slut. Right you are. Stand her up and remove her pants.”

“I don’t understand. I don’t understand. I don’t understand. What’s happening to me?” she sobbed as the naked Kate approached her. Kim was amazed to find herself going along with this, and she slipped out of her pumps before letting Kate stand her up.

“Oh Master, can you see how wet her pussy is?” Alan looked down and saw a few drops of moisture clinging to the guidance counselor’s fine brown pussy hair. “She really is a huge slut! Are you going to use her like you use me?”

“I don’t know. She has a decent body. Hey slut, how old are you?”

Kim really didn’t want to answer. She was supremely uncomfortable with this whole situation, and she certainly wasn’t going to answer to the name “slut.”

“Master asked you a question,” Kate hissed at her as she twisted Kim’s nipples. “How old are you, slut?”

“Please stop hurting me. Please!” Kate refused to relent her assault on Kim’s nipples. “Argh! Thirty-two! I’m thirty-two. PLEASE stop doing that.” Tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes.

“Hmmm, she has a nice figure for a woman in her thirties,” Alan said. “And now we know that she knows how to beg.” Kate continued to twist Kim’s nipples, and Kim was amazed to find that she was becoming aroused by it. She could feel her juices running down her thighs despite the fact that she hated what was happening to her at the command of Alan and the assault of Kate. “Release her, slut.”

Kim gasped in relief as Kate stopped twisting. “Please,” she sobbed, “I don’t want to do this with you.” She buried her face in her hands.

“Yes you do.”

“Oh my god,” Kim thought to herself, “He’s right. I’m so turned on.” When she looked up she gasped upon seeing Alan with his pants down, Kate happily sucking his penis.

“She’s getting me hard. Hard for you. But you’ll have to beg. You’ll have to beg me to fuck you.”

Something snapped in her mind. “Oh my god. Please. Please fuck me. I want to come like Kate does. Please, like she told me. Call me your slut. Please? I need it so bad. So bad. I’ll do anything if you fuck me. I’ll call you my master. I’ll be your slut if you just fuck me with your hard cock. Oh god, I need it now.”

Alan pulled out of Kate’s mouth; normally she would be disappointed, but instead she was looking forward to watching Alan put it to this meddlesome bitch. She watched as he grabbed Mrs. Hall by the shoulders and laid her down on her desk. Wasting no time he lined up his cock against her dripping slit and pushed in, sinking half of his dick in with the first thrust.

“Yes! Oh my god, YES!” the counselor screamed, grateful that her office was soundproofed for privacy.

“You like that, bitch?” Kate growled into her ear.

“Yeeeeeah! I love it. FUCK ME. Fuck me hard.” Kate looked on, one hand fingering her pussy, the other twisting her butt plug. Alan was pounding into Mrs. Hall, his cock hammering her drenched channel and making squishing noises.

“I’m COMING,” Kim screamed at the top of her lungs. “So good, so good,” she kept repeating. Alan pulled out of her and beckoned Kate over. He bent her over the desk next to the trembling Mrs. Hall.

“Oh Yeah! Use me. Please Master, use your slut.” Kate moaned when Alan withdrew the butt plug from her, jerking it out of her clenching rear end. “Put your hard cock in my ass. I LOVE IT IN MY ASS!” she screamed as Alan plunged his cock into her tightest hole. Her near constant wearing of the butt plug made for an easier entrance, but her asshole was almost as tight as it was the first time he had entered her backdoor.

Oh, oh, oh, mmmmm, that’s so nice. My Master’s hard cock up my tight little ass feels soooo nice”

“You like it, don’t you slut?” he asked her in a voice loud enough for the now recovering Kim Hall to hear over Kate’s screaming and groaning.

“I LOVE IT! Ugh, ugh, ugh, Who wouldn’t love your nice hard big cock in their ass?”

The guidance counselor watched this dirty scene, slack-jawed at what she was witnessing. It was so disgusting, and she shuddered. But it was also one of the hottest things she had ever seen, and without even looking down she knew that her nipples were still hard as rocks.

“Do you really like that? Kate?” she asked her.

“Mmmmm, yeah! It feels so nice. Everything my Master does to me makes me feel good.”

“And that, uh, dildo? The thing he took from your—” she paused, not knowing if she wanted to know the answer to this question. “The butt plug? You like that too?”

“Oh god yes. It feels so yummy. Especially when I’m sitting on a hard chair, like the, ugh, ugh, oh, like the kind here in school. COMING, Master. FEELS SO GOOD.”

“That’s a good slut,” he told her, patting her gently on the head; she was filled with overpowering feelings of well-being, as if the warmth of a thousand suns was shining down on her body. He addressed his two slaves, “You two, on your knees, next to each other, facing me, your cheeks pressed together.”

“Oh goody, a face bath!” Kate exclaimed, and she and Kim got into position. Kimberly knew what was about to happen, and half her brain was screaming at her body to resist, but she didn’t. The other half was ecstatic at the prospect of feeling his jism coat her face, and that half won the battle.

“Here it comes!” Alan bellowed, his voice deep and throaty. He used his power to increase the volume of his ejaculation, and in seconds both of their faces were dripping with liberal amounts of come. He sent a mental command to both of them to clean the other off, using only their mouths and tongues, and they set to it, eagerly lapping his juices off the other. Kim was tentative at first, but Kate’s enthusiasm was infectious, and soon their efforts

took on a franticness which shocked her to her core.

Alan reached down and put his hand under Kim’s chin. She resisted only slightly as he made her look up into his eyes. As he stared into her she tried her best to look away, but she didn’t know whether she wanted to look away out of a sense of shame, or if she wanted to look away because it would be wrong to look into his masterful eyes. “Do you understand now?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I understand.”

“You will tell no one.”

“I will tell no one. Who’d believe me anyway? I didn’t believe Chad when he told me.” A tear formed in her eye. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?”

She looked down again, not able to face him in her shame. “For not believing,” she sobbed.

“It’s OK now,” he bent down, whispering into her ear, “You understand.” He stroked her long brown hair. Suddenly she was filled with the most delicious sense of happiness she had ever experienced, but the tears continued to fall.

* * *

“You handled that so well, Master,” Kate giggled at him after they left Mrs. Hall’s office.

“Do I detect some doubt in you, slut?”

“Never,” she shot back at him, her face a portrait of seriousness.

They reached the end of the administration hallway and parted. “I’ll call you later,” he said as a farewell.

“You promise?” she mock-pouted.

“Everything I say to you is a promise.”

“Lucky me,” she answered, her whole body briefly shivering.

* * *

Jack was right, Alan realized. His initial efforts at control and been clumsy and badly thought out. He had pacified Chad that day at his house, but his simple commands did not prevent Kate’s boyfriend from blabbing to his counselor. Instead of going to his next class he decided that something needed to be done about Chad straightaway. Then it hit him. His next class was physics, the only class he and Chad shared. He walked up to the physics lab less than five minutes before the bell rang, and used the time to plan out what he was going to do the tattle-tailing football jock.

Someone was behind him. “Hall pass?” He turned. A kid stood before him, a freshman, or a sophomore at most, wearing a bright red hall monitor’s arm band.

“Go away,” he said calmly to the pest, and the kid walked down the hall. The bell rang and the halls quickly filled with his classmates, but Chad was not among them. He didn’t know then that Chad was on a cot in the nurse’s office, quietly weeping. A quick scan of all the minds in the building, and he set off, ditching physics. It mattered little anyway; Alan had found that one of his powers allowed him to learn and process information at a near infinite speed. He had read all of his textbooks over the past week, and had moved on to more advanced books recently. He spent his classroom time using his power to make the students and teachers think he was paying attention and participating, be really her was using the time to daydream and practice his powers.

“Hi, I’m here to see Chad,” he told the nurse.

“In the back,” she pointed.

Chad was sleeping flat on his stomach. Alan decided it would be cruel to wake him. He made a few modifications to him, and then left. It was over so fast that he was less than a minute late to physics. No one noticed when he entered and took a seat.

From now on Chad would be unable to communicate to anyone, in any way, what was going on between Alan and Kate. As a nice twist, any time Chad felt the urge to spill the secret he would piss in his pants.

* * *

Alan was only half-surprised the next morning to receive a note in homeroom from the guidance office. It was from Mrs. Hall, asking him to come see her first period. After the bell rang he sought out Pauline, reaching her just as she came out of her homeroom, and gave her a little kiss on the lips, their morning ritual for the time between homeroom and first period.

“So, Mrs. Hall, what can I do for you?”

“I, uh, don’t know, Alan. Can I talk about it?”

“Shoot,” he chuckled.

Tears started running down her face. “I’m so ashamed,” she sobbed. “I went home last night and—no, I’m too embarrassed to talk about it.”

He walked over to her and sat next to her on the couch. When he began stroking her hair she shuddered uncontrollably. “There there. There there.”

Kim sniffled and cleared her throat quietly before she was able to continue. “I went home last night and practically raped my husband. But,” she paused, not sure she was able to go on.

“But what? You can tell me.”

“I didn’t feel it with him. Not like yesterday. Not like with you.” With that admission she completely broke down, weeping freely in front of him like she hadn’t before.

“What didn’t you feel. An orgasm?”

“No, I had an orgasm. Mark always makes sure I get one.” She sniffled again. “But it wasn’t as good as with you.”

“What do you think the problem was? You’re a psychologist, and as the saying goes, ‘Psychologist, shrink thyself.’” She laughed, burying her face in his chest.

“The sex was nice,” she began hesitantly, “But it didn’t feel as good as what you did to me yesterday. I think—” she gave a pregnant pause, “I think I need to be dominated. You awoke something in me, and my husband doesn’t provide it for me.”

“Doesn’t provide, or can’t provide?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered with a fearful tone.

“Well, you’ll never know if you don’t ask. Tell him. Tell him you need him to dominate you, to tie you up, do kinky things to you, and hammer you until you scream in ecstasy.”

“You’re right. I was so afraid over what happened yesterday. Afraid that sex with Mark would just be a pale shadow after that. Thank you, I’m going to try it.”

“Anything else you need for me to do?”

She looked up at him, not sure if she had the guts to continue “I’m hesitant to ask.”

“Try me.”

“I was so aroused watching you fuck Kate in the ass, but I’m afraid. Just looking at her made me want to do it, but I know Mark’s never done it, and so I was thinking that if you’re willing I’d like my first time to be with someone experienced like you.”

“OK. Do you want to do this ‘regular’ or would you rather be dominated?”

She shot him an evil-looking grin. “What do you think?”

“Before we begin in earnest I need to ask you a question. Do you have any lotion?”

She pulled open a desk drawer and handed him a bottle. He ordered her to strip, and she started off by doing a strip-tease, slowly peeling off her skirt. Alan was having none of this. He had ordered her to strip, not prance about. Grabbing her by her shoulders he hissed at her, “I didn’t tell you to dance for me, bitch.” She gulped. “Once I let go of you you’ll have ten seconds to be naked. Any clothing left on you I will tear off your body, understand?” She nodded. “Pardon me, did you say something, bitch?”

“I understand.”

“Wrong answer!” He didn’t want to go to easy on her. “You will address me as ‘Sir.’ Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, and before Alan finished counting to ten she was naked. He bent her over the desk, and plunged his cock into her pussy, “OHMYGOD!” she shrieked.

“Just starting the process of lubrication, bitch, although you have a nice tight cunt. Maybe I’ll stay in here. Change my mind. Convince me to fuck you tight virgin ass. Beg.”

Kim could barely think straight through the haze of lust Alan’s cock was stirring in her from his forceful fucking, but she was determined to have her ass fucked, so she gathered her wits as best she could. “Oh, please Sir, fuck my ass. I need it so bad in my ass. You know I’m a, ah ah ah ah virgin there. You’ll be my first. You’ll always be the first up my ass. Please! Ooooh, your cock feels so nice up my slutty cunt, OHMYGOD YES! I’m coming, Sir, I’m coming around your huge hard cock.” There was a brief pause in her begging while she orgasmed around Alan’s invader, but once she started coming down she resumed.

“Please. Now. In my ass. Please?”

Alan yanked his cock out of her spasming cunt and placed the head against Ms. Hall’s rosebud. He squirted some lotion on his dick and rubbed it up and down the length before pressing into her. Using his power he relaxed her sphincter and activated her anal-erotic feelings. There was near silence in the room as he forced his erection into her. Kim was too stunned and too turned on to say anything, managing only an occasional groan, and Alan only punctuated the silence to whisper filthy suggestions into her ear from time to time.

Soon she was bucking back against him as he stroked his full length in and out of her tight clutching rear passage, her groans increasing in volume and frequency. Alan could see that she was getting worked up, and started ramming her faster. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the clock on the wall, and decided that he needed to get out soon, because the period was about to end. Just as he was about to transmit a mental command for her to orgasm, she came on her own, her body stiffening, and her ass clenching around his dick. She was so aroused she couldn’t get words out of her mouth, and merely moaned.

He shot his load into her ass, and she reacted with a start, a loud groan escaping. “Gotta go, bitch,” he told her as he pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. He grabbed his bookbag and split. Kim barely had the strength to move, but she managed to haul her tired bones over to the couch, collapsing into a deep sleep. Her last thought before she fell into blessed unconsciousness was that she was glad she had the foresight to cancel her appointments until after lunch.