The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Roxxi caught up with the three she had been chasing at the top of the hill. They were waiting for the light to cross to the apartment building he had entered the last time she had seen him. She almost spoke. She stood too close. He smelled like sex. He smelled like Liz the waitress. Roxxi bit her lip until it was white.

“Oh shit! Where’d you come from?” The guy had been talking to the big tittied brown haired girl and when he tossed his head and swayed back in laughter from his own joke he elbowed Roxxi.

“I, uh, I was, uh. My name is, uh…”

“Roxanne?” He shook his head. “Roxxi? Janny, I think she was looking to, uh, supplement your income from the cafe.”

“Huh?” The green haired girl turned and looked Roxxi up and down. “I’ve got some molly, but if you’re looking for anything… She doesn’t want drugs.”

“No, I’ve never, I…”

“Really?” The brunette asked. All she saw was goth leather, dyed electric blue hair, and facial piercings. “I guess you’re only like 13, huh?”

“No! Shut up!” Roxxi shouted. “I’m—”

“This guy again?” Another girl, taller but still short, had two tone hair. The right side of her mane was silvery white, the left pitch black. Her tattoos were visible between the cuffs of her winter coat and the rim of her gloves.

“Me again? I’m sorry, where have I seen you girls before?” He asked. “I’m, uh, Owen. Janice, Tamara.”

“Rosalyn,” Zera spoke for Roxxi.

“No, I’m Roxxi.” Roxxi interrupted. “She’s Zera. We see you sometimes at the bar.”

“Restaurant, it’s not even a pub. They just have a couple of tvs and beer on tap.” Zera said. “How do you know Roxxi?”

“I don’t. This is the second time she’s ambushed me here.” Owen admitted. He gestured and the five of them crossed the street. “What can I do for you?”

“You’re the guy!” Roxxi blurted out.

“I don’t know what that means.” He said. Janice was grinning.

“Aren’t you guys shitty tippers?” Janice grinned. She was elbowing the hell out of Tamara.

“What?” Tamara grumbled.

“I’ve heard this one,” she pointed to Roxxi, “call Darlene out for fucking up a who had the milkshake and who had the tea. It was brutal. ‘Bitch is so dumb, I think she’s going to flush our bills and bring back her used toilet paper next.’”

Owen and Tamara looked disgusted at Roxxi. Zera was sad that that was the legend of Roxxi. When the girl was showing off, she was unforgettable. It was kinda nice seeing her so demure. She hadn’t been that since the septum piercing and electric blue hair dye.

“OK so, bye?” Owen said. Zera nodded and reached for Roxxi’s hand but Janice leapt forward and grabbed Roxxi’s other and Owen’s hand.

“I think this girl may have an enemy!” The singsong of the thought turned Zera’s confused and exasperated face into a scowl.

“Let’s go, Roxxi.”

“I...” She looked to Owen. “Do I go?”

“Maybe you’re right, Janny.” Owen said. “What about you?”

Zera met Owen’s questioning gaze. “Roxxi’s 19. She can make her own decisions.” Zera looked down the hill to the restaurant. “Still I don’t like leaving her. I have to say, I am more interested in what’s going on in her whacko head than getting my drink order mixed up.”

“You gotta come up!” Janice clapped her hands. “You gotta.”

“We don’t even know these girls, right?” Tamara looked to Owen.

“I’ve got questions,” Janice declared. “I’m sure he’ll want the answers.”

“I’m fucking hungry.” Zera said.

“I’ve got snacks. Cheetos, potato chips, and beer—”

“You are going up, aren’t you Roxxi?” Zera looked over the shorter girl. “Ah, fuck it. I’ve got questions too. This is the first time that I’ve seen this one go for anything. And, if you guys are as boring as you look, it’s like four blocks back to the girls.”

Owen grinned. Janice grinned. Tamara deflated. Roxxi’s hand was transferred to Owen. Owen scowled at Janice.

“What’s the endgame?”

“It’s that Avengers movie.” Janice quipped. “It wasn’t as good as Infinity War.”

Owen sighed and the quintet headed into the building and onto the elevator. Zera watched the brunette blush as the doors closed. Maybe not as boring as they looked. Guy was fucking green haired loudmouth and tits for brains, Zera surmised. Roxxi was ready to jump on his dick too. That made sense, the girl was a lesbian because Roxxi had been pushed around by the bigger girls and had been too agreeable to say no. Maybe not. Roxxi was more attention seeking people pleaser than she was straight or gay.

Zera knew what she liked. It wasn’t men. It wasn’t women. The green haired girl might have it, but none of the others did. Still, what Zera wanted, was bad for Roxxi. Zera planned to hitch the girl to a new wagon and then go back to join her clique.

Don’t barge in. That was Frieda’s advice from mom. Don’t barge in. Frieda had listened for the last six months but why had never been stressed to her. Don’t barge in, Kirk is very affectionate when he gets home from a trip.

“Oh gross! Sorry!” Frieda slipped back out of the kitchen kicked her shoes off into porch and zipped down stairs. There’s dad’s butt… At least I didn’t see his dick. Note to self, stop eating at the kitchen table.

“I guess—”

“Yeah, I guess.” Val frowned and dragged her bare thighs and reddened sex back off of her fiance. Weeks ago, when she had dropped Kirk off at the airport, if Frieda had barged in on them and hid herself in the basement rec room? Val’d have gotten her money’s worth to finish her fiance off. She rolled the taste around in her mouth and couldn’t tell the difference.

“Oh,” He sighed, kissed Val and went over the coffee machine that was still dripping. It would’ve been ready if they had finished. “I’ll talk to her but first I’d better shower.”

“Yeah, you smell like happy. No girl wants to smell happy on her father.” Val mussed up his hair. “Your coffee will be ready when you get out.”

“I am so-so-so sorry!” About thirty minutes later Frieda had taken off her headset and put down the Xbox controller to see her father. “Are you—Do you want me to head out and give you a couple of hours?”

Frieda was smiling brightly, holding her shoulders back. It both stuck out her tits and made her look smaller, a go to move for whichever subset of human males she was manipulating: Dad or the rest.

“No, I’ll take her out tonight.” Kirk said. “Sometimes you gotta take the girl out.”

“Oh, dinner tomorrow then?” Frieda beamed.

“What?” The unfinished fugue in his head missed the quip.

“Sometimes you gotta take the girl out.” Frieda said and gestured to herself.

“Sometimes you do. How was the last few weeks? Did I get you that for Christmas?” He asked of the ribbed sweater she was wearing. She pulled it down and looked.

“This one was from mom,” Frieda said. “I guess that means yes you did.”

“Ha!” Her father laughed. He grabbed her shoulder and thrust her down onto the couch. He collapsed down with her. “Tell me about Frieda.”

It was his, how are you? The words made Frieda light up like few other things. Maybe whatever new boy she was crazy for. Then the light in her face got brighter.

“School’s school, you know? Oh! I gotta show you the coin. I looked through the books you said. Yeah, and with the forums and stuff they say they should only be worth a couple hundred but they do match the coins Mr Carrie wants! I know there’s supposed to be thirty and Owen’s set is smaller than that, but—”

“Tell me about Owen.” He said with a smile. The name on the receipt was Owen MacKay not Owen Lahey. He was going to need to get in touch with one of his police contacts or that PI and her firm to trace the man back. Dammit if this doesn’t pay off.

“Oh he’s um…” Frieda was answering and fidgeting and smiling. She definitely had a crush.

“Cute?” Kirk raised a semi-serious eyebrow.

“I mean, he could be like 30, right?” Frieda blushed when she asked that. That raised Kirk’s eyebrow in a serious manner. “Or 40? I dunno. Old.”

“40’s old is it?” The forty eight year old man grabbed his daughter and they fought till they were both laughing.

“Yeah, most people don’t get undead like you.” Frieda was overcoming the laughter when she finally pushed her father off.

“OK, Kiddo. Dinner tomorrow and you can show me the coin and all the work you did.” He kissed her hair and put the gaming headset into her hands. “Um, word of advice, sweetie. Look at his left hand for a wedding ring.”

“Da-ad!” She shouted, threatened but didn’t throw a throw pillow at her father. “Beside’s Owen’s left ring finger was covered by his cast.”

“Oh, that means it doesn’t count as adultery.” Kirk rolled his eyes.

“Does it?” Frieda asked. “Well say the word anytime. I’ll break your fingers!”

“I’ll show you exactly what I mean!” Janice laughed. She thrust Zera down into the middle of the casting couch. Owen was pouring drinks with Roxxi on the counter to his left. Tamara hugged the armrest on Zera’s right. “I mean, I can do that, righty-O?”

“Like I can stop you.” Owen shook his head. Janice burned bright and dashed to the bookshelf. The old wooden box was left open with its red felt risers showing off seven more silver coins. Janice squatted in front of Zera.

“What’s that?”

“The McGuffin,” Janice said, “just tells the story and lets the narrative take right turns.”

“Uh… Sure.” Zera frowned.

“So, I said this girl had enemies…” I was difficult to do overacting hand gestures pinning the coin to her palm with her right thumb. “Darlene the Pretty Terrible.”

“Pretty Terrible?” Roxxi asked.

“Pretty and terrible.” Zera translated. “OK, so what?”

“Who do you have for an enemy?” Janice asked. Owen handed Roxxi a beer. Tamara took a tequila.

“You sure nothing?” He asked Zera.

“For the moment.” Zera asked. She scowled at the green haired girl who grabbed her chin and turned their eyes back into lock.

“Who do you hate? Who bothers you?” Janice asked.

“This green haired bitch.”

“Eaannh!” Janice crossed her wrists and made The Family Feud buzzer noise. “Seriously, who’s caused you the most problems.”

“My grandma, probably, homophobic—”

“Eaannh!”

“Um, what?”

“Work it out, think rivals, bitches, hot girls. Who do you hate?” Janice waved. “You’ll get to hate me later. You’ve got some cunt that you’d smile to find out she was sold into sex slavery.”

“Right…” Zera tried to turn to Roxxi and wish her goodbye. Janice grabbed Zera’s chin once more. “Fine! I’d be the top chick in all of my medical classes if it wasn’t for this one, pristine, monogamous since prom to the boy she loved since she was little, silver spoon fed, rich girl.”

“Yeah? You thinking of her?” Janice grinned. “What’s she look like naked?”

“Tall, for a Chinese girl. OK, not much taller than me. Perky tits. About as much ass as you. Not a scar, a tattoo, or an adventure to have left a mark.” Zera scowled. She looked down as Janice yanked Zera’s hand forward and slapped the coin down into Zera’s palm. She looked infinitely pleased as she closed Zera’s fingers over the coin.

“And then there were seven.” Janice leapt to her feet. Zera looked at the green haired girl, the punk chick sat with perfect princess posture. The fifth piece of silver had normalized to Zera’s body heat.

“What?” Zera looked around.

“I guess the question is, get naked if I own your body.” Owen shrugged.

“That is not a question!” Roxxi giggled maniacally. All their coats and winter gear were piled on an armchair. Her t-shirt when flying.

“The grammar fuckup’s hardly the problem, Roxxi.” Zera said as she shed her sweater and started pulling at the hem of her tank top.

“You’re right there, Zera.” Owen turned his eyes hard from seeing Janice scurrying out of her jeans. Fuck. Roxxi grinned at him.

She was sitting on the kitchen counter. She drank unhappily but pridefully from a bottle of Alexander Keith’s India Pale Ale. She was not acclimated to the taste of beer. It rushed over her braces. For a naked girl she had on a lot of stuff. Jewellery: four and two earrings in her lobes, three sapphire studs in the shell of her left ear, two gold eyebrow rings, a diamond stud in the side of her nose, braces, and a belly button ring. There was also her makeup: black lip gloss, dark blue-black raccoon eyes, enough foundation to cover her freckles. Foundation too dark for her, her skin was crazy white.

Tamara had climbed out of the couch to evade Zera’s frenzied elbows. Tamara hovered at the bookshelf. She only wore her hair tie and lip gloss. Owen hadn’t given her much time after their shower. She only managed the lip gloss because she had borrowed the stick from Janice. The cold weather had begun to crack Tamara’s lips. More than naked, she felt naked. She wanted to rush over to Janice’s and put on her face. To compete with Zera.

Janice and Zera had more confident postures than Tamara and Roxxi. Owen was still dressed. He dropped himself in the corner of the couch. He looked over his cousin with tiredness and disappointment. Zera stared straight forward and was loathe to acknowledge he was next to her. Janice was smirking and her green eyes flit over to meet his green eyes every few heartbeats or so.

“Think it worked?” Owen finally asked Janice. She covered her tits for his benefit.

“We’ll know when we get her enemy.” Janice pointed out.

“Why you then?” Owen turned. Roxxi downed the last of the bottle. A gesture from him and she rushed across the apartment and climbed onto his lap. Zera grabbed her calves as they stretched across the black and white haired girl’s thighs.

“Pretty straight forward, right?” Janice laughed. She roughed up Roxxi’s blue hair. “This one’s Darlene’s enemy. I’m Tamara’s.”

When the green haired girl gestured to herself, Owen grew a little whiter. Janice rolled her eyes.

“What?” Roxxi looked around.

“Oh, he’s worried cause I’m his cousin,” Janice laughed.

“Dude, not cool.” Zera scowled at Owen. Roxxi moved her head to intercept.

“It wasn’t him, blame... blame... blame Chesty Larue,” Roxxi waved to Tamara. Tamara was hiding a little bit more behind the corner of the bookshelf.

“I didn’t think of an enemy though!” Tamara complained. “Not like Zera just did.”

“Yeah, Wendy.” Zera drawled with worry. She looked over Owen. “So, you’re my… my top now?” Somehow dom didn’t fit. How the fuck was Zera supposed to get off now. Hell, it took three butch girls building confidnce by pushing Roxxi around to get the courage to really fuck Zera.

“Wendy? How do we get in touch with Wendy?”

“She’s in all of my classes.” Zera admitted. “I don’t understand. Why her?”

“I don’t understand either.” Owen said. What he really didn’t understand was how quickly Janice had wrapped the tattooed punk girl around a finger. How Janice had got the girl talking about bitches she hated. Maybe, getting Zera to focus on what she hated was the easy part. “She got you thinking about a pretty girl you hated and bought you both. For me.”

“And yes, she’s got money!” Janice said. She frowned. She looked at Roxxi and Zera. “Either of your families got money?”

“Dad’s an engineer and mom writes rapey smut for prison inmates.” Roxxi said. “We got a big house, but I got lots of brothers and there’s not much help their willing to give me for college.”

Owen was stuck on Roxxi’s mother.

“No,” Zera shook her head. “I got where I am on scholarships and hard work. My mom wouldn’t buy me lunch.”

“Alright,” Janice sighed. “Not a total loss. Look how hot they are. And tiny’s 19, totally legal.”

Janice waved Zera’s and Roxxi’s driver’s licenses. Zera frowned not realizing the green haired girl had snatched their IDs. The dates were right. In fact, Roxxi was so nineteen that Owen had forced everyone to sing happy birthday. The girl blushed to her clit. She hated being the center of attention and loved having the attention. Owen had lowered himself a notch or two in Zera’s eyes. Roxxi was crazy in love.

With the age question out of the way, it surprised Owen to learn that Roxxi was naturally a redhead and 148cm tall. He mostly worked in feet and inches. He had to pull out his own license to figure out his own height in metric. 188cm. He was 6′2″. He would’ve attempted the math but Roxxi then asked what they were going to do today.

“We’re having an orgy.” Zera muttered.

“No.” He said. “Janice put your tits away.”

“Cool, bottomless it is!” She laughed. “I’m kidding. Ogle your new girls.”

“Why do you hate what’s her name?” Owen forcibly ignored the green haired girl.

“Wendy Chau.” Zera answered.

“What makes you have an enemy?” Owen asked. It was the one hangup he wasn’t getting his mind around.

“She’s the only girl in pre-med that scores better than me. She gets on with everyone and she doesn’t drink. She had the same boyfriend since before university. She’s happy with that. Happy right in my face.” Zera explained. There was no passion. It was clinical.

“Fuck, damn, maybe I do have enemies.” Owen said. “There’s dozens of happily married people at work who make more money and are more personable than me. But I’ve always called them, what’s the word? Friends.”

Zera awarded Owen with a flat unconcerned stare.

“Unimportant!” Janice buttoned her jeans and zipped the fly. “We got a birthday girl!”

“It really was the day before yesterday. I already did the cake and sex thing.” Roxxi waved panicked with both hands.

“Go get me another beer.” Owen poked his cousin with the toe of his sock.

“Fuck, you girls are so lucky.” Janice trudged over to the counter, knocked the Roxxi’s almost finished beer over. Janice cursed and unrolled some paper towel. “Gofer sucks! Sex slave’s the way better slave job.”

“Maybe,” Zera muttered. “Seriously, fuck. It ain’t slave really, is it?”

“He owns our bodies.” Tamara explained.

“Not our minds though, right?” Zera frowned. She didn’t ask about her heart and feelings.

“And what’s not in our bodies?” Roxxi grinned. “Our brains, our thoughts, our hearts! We’re not ghosts piloting skeletons wrapped in meat. We are the meat. Right?”

“Uh, no,” Tamara shook her head. “He doesn’t own our souls?”

“He owns two of mine!” Roxxi laughed and waggled the bottoms of her feet at Tamara.

Zera worried. She had claimed to be a strict materialist. She was the machine. Roxxi was repeating her own words, except for the stupid foot pun. She could see she still had a few doubts, more in line with Janice’s scoff than Tamara’s pity for Roxxi. She buried that doubt deep down.

“OK, so no Janice. I am going to get laid right? And you said something about snacks?” Zera forced herself to smile. She wasn’t certain who was more eager to hear Zera’s words, Janice, Roxxi, or Owen.