The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Brandi blearily left the library, more confused than she’d been when she entered. Niles was so smart, and he spoke so quickly and he had such high expectations of her…

It was this last fact she found most alarming. She’d gone in hoping she could just sit and nod as Niles spoke, but he kept asking for her opinion.

And then, worst of all, he’d nod and consider what she was saying. Brandi wanted to scream “No! Don’t trust me!”

But Niles had kept on insisting, and so Brandi had shared her thoughts and opinions about Lily—the strange way she was dressing, the unusual behavior at the party. It had almost been a relief when Niles had outright dismissed her suggestion of “teen hormones” to explain the redhead’s behavior.

“Nonsense,” Niles had said, waving the idea away. “Hormones don’t work like that, else this place would be a non-stop orgy.”

Orgy.

For some reason, the word had stuck in her head.

Orgy.

That was what Lily had been involved in when Brandi had rescued her, after all. An orgy. Or was it a gang bang? The difference seemed important, but Brandi couldn’t work out what it could be. As Niles spoke about possible solutions, Brandi nodded obediently, her mind filling with masses of naked flesh, six guys to a girl, thrusting and moaning and grunting and cumming…

“Anyway,” Niles said eventually, snapping Brandi out of her trance. “What did you want to see me about?”

“Oh!”

Brandi wondered if her face was as brightly flushed as it felt, or if her sweating was visible. Niles didn’t seem to have noticed anything was amiss, and so after a few seconds of mental scrabbling, she remembered.

“Mom!” she blurted out. “Mom is…”

She trailed off. Her mother had been happy, yes, but…surely that wasn’t enough to bring to Niles. He was a busy man—far too busy to worry about trifling matters like Brandi’s mother smiling.

The previous day, she’d been so sure it was something Niles would want to hear about, but now…self-doubt flooded her mind, and she wanted to smack herself for being so stupid.

Oh no, Brandi thought to herself. He’s staring at me.

Her mind raced—an effort, through the fog—and she remembered the other thing she had to tell him.

“The water fountain!”

“Your mother is the water fountain?”

Brandi’s face somehow managed to grow even redder.

“No,” she mumbled. “The water fountain…outside the guidance counsellor’s office.

“I found a hex.”

“But we already swept the hallway near there,” he said thoughtfully, before snapping his fingers in triumph. “Of course! Lily was in charge of that section.”

Brandi sat and watched Niles as he excitedly theorized out loud. He was so passionate—it was obvious how much he cared about the teenagers under his ward.

The longer she sat and watched, the more she became aware of Niles as a male. He was so attractive, in an kind, fatherly kind of way. As he strode from one end of the room to the other, Brandi couldn’t help but overanalyze his gait, the strength of his movement. She couldn’t help but wonder what he would be like as a lover—would he be gentle, as he was as a Mentor…or would he be decisive and demanding, as he was when a threat came to the school.

Shutting her eyes, she was immediately able to picture it—she’d be completely naked, and he would be clothed, of course. He’d tell her to come in, to cover her disgusting body…but she wouldn’t be able to, there would be nothing to cover herself with. She’d desperately try, using one arm to try to contain her boobs, moving the other between her legs.

And he’d glare at her—that strong, powerful glare that she’d seen so many times before. He’d open her up with that glare, see deep inside her, see the wickedness she was imagining. He’d realize she didn’t want to use her hand to cover up her womanhood, she wanted to stroke it, to make it wet. She wanted to be juicy for him, so when he instructed her to bend over his desk and undid his trousers, he’d slip in with no resistance, and begin to fuck her…fuck her like she so desperately needed to be fucked.

“Brandi!”

The blonde teen opened her eyes in shock. Niles was staring at her now, that same powerful glare she’d been imagining. She instinctively clamped her legs closed, before realizing she hadn’t been playing with herself—she’d just been breathing heavier than normal.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she muttered, furious at herself. Not just for tuning out in front of Niles…but for being stupid enough to imagine he’d ever want her in the first place. As if someone like him would ever want someone like her…

No, if she wanted to get laid, she’d be better off finding someone desperate.

Desperate enough to sleep with even her.

For a moment, a confused look crossed Brandi’s face. What a strange thought. Before she could follow it too far, however, Niles had continued, a concerned look on his face.

“Why don’t you get some sleep,” he said, and Brandi felt herself nodding. She didn’t feel particularly tired…but Niles always knew what he was doing.

He was so clever. So masculine. And so far out of her league…

As Brandi dozed in the library, Lily was—for the first time in her life—skipping school to go shopping.

She’d woken up in a cold sweat last night, confused and scared. Her memories kept getting fuzzy—names, places, dates…it was getting hard to tell what was real and what wasn’t.

In a desperate effort to distract herself, she focused on what she knew was real. The feeling of Nicolette’s body against hers, the Jackson twins taking her from both sides…

Even as she felt herself getting turned on by the memory, her confusion refused to abate. Why did she so desperately need to touch Nicolette whenever they were alone? What on earth had prompted her to offer her virginity to a near-stranger…but no, it wasn’t her virginity. Was it?

And the way she had behaved in front of Niles; at the time, it had seemed so natural. So right. She had wanted nothing more than for him to punish her for being a bad girl, but now…

Well, it still seemed kind of hot, but she knew it was wrong.

So wrong…

Without even thinking about it, one of her hands had moved between her legs. She didn’t normally masturbate…did she?…but just thinking about how wrong, how wicked and sinful and wrong her behavior had been was turning her on, and soon she was biting the pillow to stop her moans being heard throughout the whole house.

As she came, a thought struck her—she didn’t need to use her hands for this. There was equipment…whole stores full of it…

She could buy a toy. She could buy a hundred toys.

As Lily’s orgasm peaked, an image flashed into her head of her stuffed with toys—her mouth, her ass, her pussy—half a dozen toys poking out of each possible hole.

Her head rolled back in orgasm and she groaned loudly into the pillow.

Tomorrow, she told herself, as she drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow…I go shopping.

And so the next morning she’d walked past Antioch High without going in, as a shiver ran down her spine. She’d never played hooky before. A part of her worried about getting caught, but even that quickly became a little bit thrilling.

Besides—she was exploring, experimenting. Wasn’t that better than anything a day at school could teach her?

Greg perked up as the teen girl entered his store. Normally they arrived in pairs, tittering and looking for the largest dildo they could find, for one prank or another.

This girl was different. For one, she was dressed in the most revealing outfit he could ever remember seeing a customer in; at first he’d thought she was wearing a short white dress, but it quickly became obvious that she was wearing a thin T-shirt…and nothing else.

Her nipples were large, pink, and clearly visible through the thin fabric. It couldn’t possibly be accidental. Everything about her looked deliberate.

“Can I help you?” he said with a grin.

“Maybe,” Lily said in reply, leaning over the counter, placing her head in her hands and showing off her (newly improved) cleavage. “What have you got?”

For the next half-hour, Greg remained erect. Lily squealed with excitement at every new toy he showed her, and he was surprised to notice her nipples actually get harder than they’d been when she entered.

With each new item she handled, her breathing got heavier; by the time he showed her the range of pocket vibrators, she was so turned on that he could smell it.

“Wait,” she said, wide-eyed and stumbling over her words. “You mean these are designed to stay inside you…all day?”

“All day.”

“Wow.”

Lily licked her lips. For reasons she couldn’t explain, each toy Greg showed her, each new device, each unexplored sexual idea she was presented with…they stoked the fire which had been building inside her for the last few days.

She wanted them. She wanted all of them. But her work with the Protector had never left her with time to get a job. She’d brought her limited savings, but it could only buy her a small portion of what she wanted.

Of course…

Lily turned to Greg, a predatory look in her eyes. He raised his eyebrows—a part of him had wondered if she’d try to make a move, but he hadn’t expected it to be quite so…blatant.

“Greg,” she pouted, reaching out her hands. “There’s so much in here that I want…”

“Well,” he said calmly, “if it’s here, I’m happy to sell it to you.”

She guided one of his hands to her right tit, and the other to the wet patch between her legs.

“Are you sure?” she said, a desperate quaver in her voice. “Can’t we come to some kind of…arrangement?”

Greg silently weighed up his options. This had happened a few times before; girls who thought they could barter sex, as though sleeping with him meant that he didn’t have to pay his suppliers or rent. In the past he’d always turned them down…

…of course, they’dnever been slutty teenage redheads with a rack to die for.

After a few seconds of thought, he made up his mind.

“I’ll give you the pocket vibrators as a gift. You want more, you come back tonight.”

Lily nodded, throbbing with arousal. Just the idea of trading her body for sex toys had her so turned on that she would have fucked Greg for a paperclip. But the pocket vibrators…those, she was genuinely excited about.

Greg quickly went downstairs and locked the door, returning to find Lily exactly as he’d left her, trembling with excitement. He walked up and peeled the T-shirt off her, leaving her standing in the middle of the sex store, wearing nothing but sneakers and a pair of white socks.

I’m a whore, Lily thought to herself, causing a shudder of pleasure to run through her entire body. I’m whoring myself out for a piece of plastic.

The idea delighted her.

“Fuck me,” she hissed, and Greg smiled at her directness.

“I will, my pet,” he said, standing behind her and pressing his crotch to her ass. “All in good time.”

So far every man Lily had fucked had been as desperate to get off as she was—teenage boys are hardly known for their patience, and college boys less so. Even Mr. Foster had been keen to get off inside the teenage piece of ass, but Greg…

Greg was different.

He grabbed her waist, pulling her up against his body. Grabbing one of her hands, he brought it to his crotch, and as she desperately unzipped his pants, he reached up and started tugging on her exposed nipples.

Lily gasped with pleasure as her hand found Greg’s cock and wrapped around it, slowly pumping.

“Please,” she panted. “I need it…”

“Shhhh,” Greg replied, and to Lily’s surprise, he moved one hand up until it was covering her mouth. “Patience, pet…patience.”

Lily’s eyes widened as Greg continued leisurely exploring her body. It wasn’t often he got to play with a teenager, and he wanted to make the most of it. She bit down on his hand with shock as he reached around and spanked her, and writhed with pleasure as he moved one hand between her legs.

“Mmmgh,” she grunted, but Greg just clicked his tongue softly.

“All in good time,” he murmured, and—releasing her mouth—began running both hands all over her body.

For the next ten minutes, Lily learned what it felt like to be utterly adored. She stood there, trembling, as Greg explored every inch of her with his rough hands. Finally, just as she felt she couldn’t take any more, he reached between her legs.

“Yesssssss…” she vibrated, but to her surprise, he didn’t position himself at her entrance. Instead, his finger began running up and down her wet slit, before slowly entering her.

Lily involuntarily thrust forward with need, and soon a second finger joined the first, and then a third. Soon, four of Greg’s fingers were rapidly thrusting in and out of her wet snatch, as she pushed against him, desperately wanting more.

“Please,” she begged. “Greg, please…I need…I need…”

In return, she only got a grin, as Greg’s thumb joined the rest of his hand. Lily looked down in shock—her legs were spread wider than she knew was possible, and Greg’s entire hand was slowly pumping in and out of her glistening pussy.

“Ohhhh myyyy goodddd…”

Lily’s eyes rolled back, and she started convulsing in pleasure. She hadn’t even known that what Greg was doing was possible, but soon waves of pleasure coursed through her body, as a stranger’s fist filled her up, again and again.

Finally, when the last few twitches died away, Greg withdrew his hand. Lily silently objected…but when his hand was replaced by his hard cock, a slow smile spread across her face.

“Yessss,” she hissed once again, and lay back on the counter of the sex shop. She was spent, but she still tried to make the effort, pushing back against Greg’s, clenching her pussy in time with his thrusts.

Greg leaned over as he fucked her, grabbing her face with one hand and forcing her to look into his eyes.

“You’re mine,” he grunted, and Lily couldn’t help but nod. She didn’t really know what that meant—not yet—but in the moment, she couldn’t help but agree…

She was his.

As she opened her mouth with pleasure, Greg surprised her by spitting into it. For a moment Lily’s mind was a-whir—were there any demons who took over women by spitting in their mouths? What about succubi? Could you even have a male succubus?

But when she swallowed the spit, it quickly became obvious—he wasn’t trying to demonically possess her. He was just emphasizing his ownership.

She was his. She didn’t know what that entailed, but Lily was sure she was going to like it.