The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Woo!” Brandy shouted and slung back the shotglass in each of her hands.

“I thought one of those was mine!” Barbara screamed into her sister’s ear. The music of the club was deafening. Despite the molly, Barbara, the unmarried twin with the green in her hair, wasn’t feeling the love.

“Right!” Brandy shouted. “I’ll go buy more!”

“We don’t have to buy drinks! We’re hot! Let’s find a mark!” Jewel said. “Look at him!”

“What!” Barbara put her lips right to Jewel’s ear to speak.

“Him!”

“Ooh!” Barbara turned, excited. The excitement didn’t survive a heartbeat. She frowned. Down the barrel of Jewel’s dagger sharp nail was a guy with a busted arm and a black eye. He might’ve been easy to play, if pussy didn’t grow on him like fungus.

He had a whole pack of girls. There was an electric-blue-haired petite nymphet with a reflective rubber dress that maybe shouldn’t have gotten past the bouncer. A beautiful green haired hippy dancing between two hippy big-titted brunettes. A sad looking gorgeous blonde under his cast. A cute Chinese girl on his lap; she was not dressed for the debauch. Her little pale dress reflected the lights and lasers all wrong. Finally, a punk rock girl with black and white hair leaned over the Chinese girl and did her best to keep a smile on the girl’s face.

“Yeah, him? What? Where’s Brandy?”

“At the bar!” Jewel shouted. “C’mon. Wing-girl me.”

“He’s drowning in pussy, J!” Barbara let herself be pulled along. A short diversion wouldn’t hurt, but why the hell this guy?

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” Roxxi gurgled and grabbed Elizabeth’s hand as they walked into the nightclub.

“You’re 18, how about you don’t make it look like you just committed a crime?” Elizabeth had to peel back Roxxi’s fingers one at a time to get her hand back. The music was good. Lots of bass, lots of noise. Elizabeth wanted to get Owen out onto the dance floor. She’d feel better if she went dancing and she couldn’t imagine he’d let her body dance with other men. Hopefully Owen danced, or there was not much else for her here. “Roxxi! Let go of my hand!”

“I could never get in anywhere with the girls!” Roxxi spiked and dragged Elizabeth along behind Tamara and Darlene’s asses. Janice rushed forward and hooked her arms around Elizbeth’s waist and Roxxi’s shoulders.

“Let’s get fucked up!” Janice squealed.

“Ugh…” Elizabeth cringed.

“It’ll be easier to take the after-party orgy if you’re drunk,” Janice shouted into Elizabeth’s unhappy ear.

“Not if I’m sick from the drink!” Elizabeth shouted back.

“Good point! Pace yourself!” Janice yelled. Elizabeth sneered and Roxxi glowed when Janice slapped their asses and ran up to Darlene and Tamara.

“You wanna drink Roxxi?” Elizabeth shouted.

“I don’t know! What should I drink! I’ve only had coolers before!” Roxxi’s words never reached Elizabeth as she veered off to the bar.

Wendy felt the stamp land on the back of her hand. Zera pulled her elbow and dragged her into the bar. The music, lights, and energy of the club hit them. Zera thrived. Wendy wilted. She tried to catch up.

The man walking ahead of them, Owen, who the fuck was he? She had broken up with the love of her life for this man? Why? It didn’t make any sense. Except Wendy knew she had done the right thing. Zera wasn’t giving her any answers!

“Excuse me! Sorry!” She murmured as she weaved through the throng and after Owen and the girls. They were all different. All pretty. She got a skank vibe from Darlene, a free-love vibe from Janice, a potentially sadistic vibe from Tamara. Wendy might like Elizabeth if this was any other circumstance.

Yet, she didn’t think this nightclub fitted her well, nor Owen. Zera and Janice might belong here. Darlene would come here as a mercenary in search of free drinks and cheap sex. Why was Elizabeth here? Tamara? What about that perky blue teenager? Surely she was better than this place.

“You happy with your little dress now?” Zera bellowed into Wendy’s ear. Wendy jumped and panickedly grabbed up Zera’s hand. “Hey now! They’re gonna think me and you swing that way!”

Wendy stared into Zera’s bright smile.

“You do!” She hollered. “I’m going home with you! Don’t leave me alone in here!”

“Jesus! Fine!” Zera shouted. “C’mon, somehow they got a table!”

Elizabeth sat down next to Owen and he wrapped his arm over her shoulder. She looked at him and faked a smile. She had so much practice from the restaurant. He swept aside her hair from her neck and kissed her. She shuddered. He was at least good at that.

“You wanna fresh drink?” He asked.

“No!” She shouted back. She was shocked to find her glass empty. She didn’t drink like that. Not usually.

“Sending Janice. Last chance.”

It took a second to parse through the music. Elizabeth slapped a hand on Owen’s knee and lunged forward to whisper to Janice. The green haired girl nodded and left with Darlene. Janice only inched her face out of the way when Zera dumped the Chinese girl on Owen’s lap. Owen immediately grabbed her ass and laughed triumphantly.

“It’s OK!” Elizabeth lied to Wendy. That didn’t feel right so she added a truth. “The sex is really good!”

“Watch her while I go get drinks with Janice!” Zera shouted.

“Goddammit!” Elizabeth huffed.

“You said you wouldn’t leave me!” Wendy was shocked.

“Stick to Owen and I’ll be able to find you!” Zera shook her head and left.

“She’s here!” Tamara shouted into Owen’s ear. “Oh god! This is going to be good.”

“Why’d the twins have to be hot!” Owen said.

“Not hot enough for two coins,” Elizabeth reminded Owen like he had told her to.

“Thank you!” He kissed her neck again.

Elizabeth looked up and saw three women approaching. Tamara did her best to keep her face back to the oncoming trio. Elizabeth looked them over. What the fucking hell? They were all hot, but she had expected that. Twins! Motherfucker. The right wing one downed a second shot while the left wing one glared at her sister. How many sluts does this guy need? No. This was never about need. How many coins were left?

Elizabeth forced her smile and looked up. It was clear the center girl, the non-twin was already bound to Owen. Jewel, Tamara had named her. The fire in Jewel’s brown eyes and the swing in her round hips, she was horny as fuck. She was pretty, big-titted, and brown haired. Tamara’s ex must have a type. Jewel was a handful of years younger than Tamara and Owen. Maybe a little older than Elizabeth. Compare Tamara, Jewel’s breasts were a size larger and her brain was a dozen IQ points lower. Elizabeth made an educated guess on the brains based on how excited she looked.

The twins were hot too! Blondes, but the one on Jewel’s left had a thick under layer of green and blues to tell them apart. They wore slinky sparkly semi-transparent dresses over dark bras and thongs. Greenie whispered hurriedly and confusedly at Jewel. Blondie cocked a grin and rolled her shoulders back. They looked like Darlene always did before scoring drinks from some soon to be very cheated college boys. Elizabeth leaned in to speak to Owen.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

“No!” He shouted back and smiled. For some reason, that made Elizabeth feel a little better.

“You never meant for me to be tied to you, did you?” She had to know.

“I wouldn’t take it back for anything!” He shouted and kissed her. Elizabeth felt a lot better.

Jewel had never before felt the tingly eager attraction she had for this beaten man. She saw the cast on his wrist, the purple around his eye, and her pussy wept for his battle scars. She had dated hot guys, sports guys, pretty guys, and rich guys. Her body cried out for a warrior. She was getting married in the spring. One last fling wouldn’t hurt. She just had to rope Brandy into it. Barbara didn’t have a husband. There wouldn’t be mutually assured destruction. She licked her lips and swung her hips and approached with a broad smile

“What are we doing?” Brandy shouted at her sister.

“Jewel wants to score drinks!”

“This guy’s already got like ten girls!”

“Hi-ii...” Jewel leaned forward and slapped her hands down on the table in front of Owen.

“Hi,” The brunette to her right turned. She looked familiar. She had bright blue eyes and a—Motherfucker! Tammy that slut!

“What’s wrong?” Barbara asked.

“Hey, you’re the chick we bought drugs off of!” Brandy giggled. “They are so good. I just about love everyone!”

“Not her!” Green haired drug dealer shouted into the warrior’s ear.

“Damn…” He laughed. Another brunette and a black and white hair chick returned. He bounced the Chinese girl on his knee and accepted the drink from the new brunette. The blonde under his cast watched the pair of guys following the drink bearer’s ass look at each other confused, the girls angry, and stalk away.

“What the hell?” Barbara asked.

“Maybe you,” He said.

“We should leave,” Barbara grabbed Jewel’s elbow. Tammy was smirking right in Jewel’s face.

“No, I think you’ll stay.” She was wringing her hands. Her tits jiggled with her nervous excitement.

“Buy me a drink!” Jewel frowned and shouted at Owen. He leaned in and spoke into the blonde under his arm’s ear. She looked offended.

“Are you going to pay for it!” She shouted back.

He looked confused. He bounced the Chinese girl and whispered to her.

“OK. I guess.” The Chinese girl looked at the skunk-haired punk girl. “Come with me.”

“Fine!” Zera rolled her eyes.

“What’s going on?” Jewel asked. Chinese girl walked right up to her.

“We’re buying you drinks!” She shouted.

Liquor flowed. The music vibrated Barbara’s bones. The place was crawling with cute boys. Every time she danced with one, Jewel sent Brandy, and Barbara was dragged back and thrust her into the crowd of sluts that scared her. Another drink. Her head was swimming.

This one was funny! As funny as you could be in a dark room that was too loud to communicate in. He had big hands. Muscles! Brandy grabbed Barbara’s hips.

“What the fuck!” She screamed wordlessly as her twin dragged her across the dance floor. Brandy’s eyes were huge and her smile impossible. Molly and liquor and too high of heels were swinging her wildly about the dance floor.

Jewel grabbed Barbara’s waist.

“This one!” She thrust Barbara through Zera and Elizabeth into Owen’s arms. He looked a wreck. He could be hot, once his face healed up, but he wasn’t club hot. He wasn’t drink and fuck hot. He was boyfriend hot. Domestic hot. Come home and cuddle up on a couch hot. She wanted I-never-want-to-see-you-again hot. This was Halifax for fuck’s sake. Not Montreal or somewhere she wouldn’t hate staying if she picked a guy she’d like to stay with.

“C’mon, they always eat it up!” Brandy bellowed into her sister’s ear. Barbara’s spine shuddered and her face darkened. She hated playing hot with her sister. She barely even liked doing it with Jewel. Twins making out bothered her but it had never failed them from getting what they wanted. This wasn’t the guy for that tactic though!

And where was Jewel? Oh, getting pulled off the dance floor by that brunette she almost seemed afraid of. What a waste of a good night.

Brandy ran a hand down Owen’s chest and Barbara mimicked the action, but her heart wasn’t in it. He was lit up and smiling goofily. His hands wrapped their hips and they gyrated into him. Guys were so fucking gross. They were sisters! Barbara herself was gross. She caught her twin’s eye.

“Why?” She mouthed to her sister. It wasn’t like they’d been denied any drinks they wanted.

“He must be rich! Look at all of these girls?” She dragged her twin in and shouted in Barbara’s ear. Maybe? He didn’t have a nice watch. His clothes weren’t special. That green haired drug dealer had on a little bit of gold, but mostly she wore cheap plastic neon crap. Blue haired pixie was mostly decorated in steel. The blonde had some nice shit, but not a lot. If he was rich, where was the rich?

“I don’t want to be the twelfth girl,” She shouted into her sister’s ear. Brandy was grinding her ass into Owen’s crotch. She pulled Barbara and they switched. She felt his hardness on her ass. Good for her, at least. Jewel would want something crazy big. Brandy lifted Barbara’s jaw and said into her ear.

“You also don’t want something clingy,” Brandy said. “Always looking out for my little sister!”

The fuck she was. Barbara scowled until Owen’s hand reached around her waist and took her fingers. There was something metal in his fingers. A ring maybe, but it didn’t feel like a ring. But still. Married men made Barbara feel guilty and it was hardly her doing! It had stopped when she had finally dyed her hair green. And that time they had gone too far was when she didn’t make him stop once she came out of her stupor. Brandy-shit!

Her sister was too close. This was the play. How many times had she kissed her sister to fire up a guy for herself or for Brandy? Maybe if she had more molly? Maybe if they could score some coke? Little green hair drugdealer tickled Owen’s shoulder as Barbara turned. It wouldn’t make sense if Owen didn’t watch. He nodded and she faked a sultry face. She felt her sister’s lips. What the fuck was that? A loonie? How cheap did he think they were!

The noise died down in the ladies room. The bland fluorescent lights hurt Jewel’s eyes. Tammy pushed her forward and marched her down to the stalls.

“You homewrecking little slut!”

“What are you doing?” Jewel sniped.

“You heard him!” Tammy beamed. “Get in there!” She pushed Jewel around some women and into the stall. She kicked the door closed and locked it.

“Yeah, he told me I was going to be getting it on with him and girls tonight,” Jewel sneered. “I’m not going to be fucked around in a bathroom stall. Not without him, Tammy.”

“My name is Tamara!” she growled into Jewel’s face. “You want to make it to Gene’s apartment?” She hiked up her skirt. “You need to prove you belong in bed with us tonight.”

“I did that by getting Brandy to needle Barbara all night,” Jewel rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why he wanted angry sex with Barbara. Whatever! I did my part. Luckily, that molly your friend sells is some garbage shit.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Tamara shrugged. “But if you think he’s going to give a shit about you, when he’s got twins to fuck?” Tamara stomped as she pulled her g-string off around her heels. “But I know Owen, I know what makes him tick, makes him hot. You have to go through me.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jewel asked. “We’re not lezz—”

Using two fingers and a grip on Jewel’s chin, Tamara stuffed her underwear into Jewel’s mouth.

“Get that pussy-smelling rag out of my mouth!” Jewel spit and wiped her face. Tamara grabbed a fistful of Jewel’s hair and kicked her toe behind Jewel’s knee. Tamara dragged Jewel down to the bathroom tile floor. “Let go of me!”

Tamara shushed Jewel. “I cum, you come home.”

“Like I’d believe your—”

Tamara held up the text exchange on her phone.

“Hey can I have Jewel?” She had texted.

“Sure, bring her back when you’re done.” Owen had replied.

“Get me done. Quickly, if I were you,” Tamara whispered in Jewel’s ear and pushed the top of her enemy’s head until Jewel was kneeling submissively. Tamara turned, keeping a fistful of Jewel’s hair. She looked back over her shoulder. “You’re going to need to hike my skirt up.”

Jewel was shocked for a moment. She nodded. She grabbed the tight fabric of Tamara’s skirt and rolled it up over her ass. Oh my god! She thought. She hadn’t been face to face with a pussy like this since she had played Truth or Dare with her junior high cheerleader squad. It shouldn’t be too difficult, right?

Jewel yelped as Tamara’s ass swung into Jewel’s nose. Jewel’s head was pinned to the divider of the toilet stall. She grabbed fistfuls of Tamara’s asscheeks just to pull them apart and let precious oxygen flow in. She was soaked. Once she had tasted Brandy, or was it Barbara, still cloying to a cock she was about to suck, but that had been ages ago. That hadn’t been so fresh.

Tamara jumped her hips and the divider wall rocked. “Get started.”

This was the cost. Owen wouldn’t get to do anything with Jewel, whatever he was going to do until she came out the other side of this fiasco. Jewel lifted her chin and touched the tip of her tongue to Tamara.

“Do you like it when someone’s that afraid of your pussy?” Tamara sneered. Jewel’s head bounced the divider wall again. She yelped. Her nose was right up against her asshole. That wasn’t so bad, she had smelt that licking balls a number of times. The pussy taste was shocking her.

Jewel warbled, it was the only sound she could make, flailing her tongue about while trying to breathe. Tamara rocked her ass all over Jewel’s face and pulled Jewel’s hair with every backstroke.

“How the fuck do you give such lousy head, you homewrecking piece of shit!” Tamara spat. “Don’t just hold my ass, you half-assed slut!”

Jewel’s “I’m trying!”’s were muffled by pussy flesh and thighs rubbing all of her lips and cheeks. She couldn’t let go of Tamara with both hands if she didn’t want to suffocate. She brought her left and shoved three fingers roughly inside Tamara’s pussy. Scent and lubricant cascaded down onto Jewel’s palm and knuckles. This was really getting Tamara off.

“Fuck! That’s more like it!” Tamara laughed. “Now you just need to remember which parts feel good! You idiotic whore!”

Jewel’s muffled cursing accompanied her hooking her thumb up and onto Tamara’s clit. All the lesbians and bi girls she had known had said, do what you would done to you. But how does that work when all you wanted done to you was to be saved by Owen? She dug the pad of her thumb in tightly.

“You’re finally getting it!” Tamara wailed happily. “I was thinking I was going to have to give you the full course by Zera and Janice. Your going to make a sweet little vibrator and fuck-hole aren’t you?”

Jewel’s answer was sent wordlessly up into Tamara’s forceful cunt. Her head banged off the wall again. Tamara slapped her free hand on the opposite divider of the stall. She was keening and rising and—

A loud banging slammed the door of the bathroom stall.

“Fuck!” Tamara swore.

The gruff powerful voice matched the physique of the heavy bouncer who had stamped their hands earlier that night. “Girls, you gotta take that home. Get your shit together and I’ll walk you out.”

“Goddammit!” Tamara’s knees knocked. She was an inch from the finish line. Jewel refused to let her Tamara pull away. Jewel curled her fingers to the roof of Tamara’s pussy and dug her thumb hard into Tamara’s clit.

“Shit! Yes!” Tamara squealed. The banging came again.

“C’mon! I only ask twice before I have to go in and get you!” The bouncer warned.

“We’re good!” Tamara wailed. “C’mon slut! Let’s get you home!”

Tamara weaved off of Jewel’s face in a daze. Jewel shook her head. The waft of air tickled the wetness all over her nose and jaw. She started to climb to her feet.

“Pitch, grab my underwear,” Tamara tsked as she yanked her skirt down. “Sorry about the noise.”

“Yeah, not my favorite part of the job. But, you’re coming easier than most do,” The bouncer said with a leer over Jewel getting to her feet.

“I am, it’s all new for me. Hurry up, slut. You don’t want to ruin this nice man’s night.”

“Owen?” Jewel asked.

“He’ll meet us at the apartment,” Tamara said. “He’s still busy with the twins, right now.”

“I don’t know who Owen is, but I’m jealous.”

“Ah, thank you,” Tamara said. The pair were walked out of the club.