The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mary walked up to the halfway house with a grim look on her face. She appeared in control. This was part of her job as much as the paperwork. She had a duty to be at her best for her client. She hadn’t seen or heard from her daughter in days.

She folded worry into adrenaline into energy. She looked up at the three story converted townhouse. She hadn’t been in the building since she had been an associate. She wondered if she wouldn’t have handed off the case if the tenuous connection between her daughter Lilith’s babysitting gig hadn’t existed.

She had a difficult client. Not so much a difficult case.

She approached the desk. The girl behind there was dressed in a cheap security uniform. They really should’ve had a big orderly looking guy for the building. Mary walked up to the girl.

“Hello Ma’am,” the girl said, handing a clipboard on a bungee cord to Mary. “Do you need a pen?”

“I don’t see Don Sievert here,” Mary said.

“Well, we actually have a Frank Sievert. Not Don,” the girl answered. “Perhaps you’re mistaken.”

“I’m not, Don is Frankie—Frank’s brother. He agreed to be here while I met with his brother,” she sighed. “How is Frank today?”

“One sec,” the girl said. She turned to her computer and slowly clicked through a series of windows. “Um… He’s up in his room.”

“Nothing to note then?” Mary asked, returning to her own question.

“I haven’t interacted with Frank,” the girl said.

“Right,” Mary said. She scratched her name onto the sign-in sheet. The door opened behind her.

“Oh, Mrs Cowie! Hello, you got here before me,” Don greeted the lawyer warmly as he entered the building. “Hello Sasha, you’re looking, uh…” he looked over her bland security uniform without breaking his smile, “secure today.”

“Um, thank you,” the security guard girl said with a frown. “You have to sign in. But, Frank can’t have two visitors at once and—”

Mrs Cowie interrupted Sasha with a glare.

“I am Mr Sievert’s attorney,” Mrs Cowie said, she slid the girl a card through the bay of the hard plastic shield between them. “Mr Trevor will be accompanying me.”

“Right, of course,” Sasha said. “Up the stairs, room two-oh-four.”

Mary nodded and Don followed her. She frowned at Don as they stepped onto the second floor landing.

“Sasha? She’s hardly older than my girls.”

“What? No, not like that,” Don laughed. “I checked in with everyone who’ll be looking in a Frankie.”

“You’re a good brother,” Mary said.

“One of us had to be,” Don said, losing some of his mirth. He knocked on two-oh-four and walked in without waiting for Frankie to open the door.

Frankie was sitting on the bed, rolled back with the strap of his ankle monitor between his teeth tearing on it aggressively.

“He’s your Danny DeVito,” Mary said.

“One: we’re not twins,” Don said, sighing. “And, two: Danny DeVito is charming as hell.”

Nat had her knees up at her shoulders and her ankles tucked under her ass. She bit down hard on the handle of her hairbrush as her fingers ground into her pussy aggressively. She had her eyes closed. It didn’t stop her from seeing Richie’s face.

His voice was less of a hallucination.

Through the thin wall between her back and Richie’s room. The rap of his headboard echoed through the shower tiles and into Nat’s shoulders. She squeezed her fingertips in time with her brother’s aggression.

Lilith was moaning, it sounded like her cheek was pressed hard against the flat of the headboard.

Speed up! Harder! Nat forcefully swallowed a moan.

There wasn’t anyone else for her anymore. Her brother had kicked her out of his room when he had brought the high schoolers over. Even if he didn’t want her on the bed, he could’ve at least let his sister masturbate in his computer chair.

The gaming chair had definitely seen its share of masturbating throughout its life. So it was a girl this time? Big deal.

Lilith groaned aggressively.

Nat could even see Lilith’s big Cowie tits trying to whap the skank in the face. The back of Nat’s eyelids had become drive-in theater screens for aggressive brutal sex. Starring Richie.

The bathroom door opened. Zita walked by and nearly shrieked to find Nat in the shower. Nat opened one eye just to make eye contact.

Richie’s grunt cleared the wall.

Nat closed her eyes and went back to work.

Zita frowned. Everyone was high on Richie fucking. Except Lilith. She flicked on an off her attraction like a fucking strobe light. It wasn’t until Richie had taken a fistful of Lilith’s dark brown hair and pinned her face with one hand as he slapped her ass with the other, did she submit to the long aggressive fucking.

Zita was half-mad like Nat, but only because Lilith had kept cutting in and pulling out of Zita’s turn. Her pussy was sore and unsatisfied. She pissed and set her elbows on her knees. Staring daggers at Nat.

“You’re fucked up,” Zita declared, as she relaxed and started.

“Oh my god!” Nat said. She hissed out a long breath. “Don’t make me moan. It’ll ruin his fucking boner.”

Zita frowned. It sounded like Nat was close to tears.

“He’s not gonna fuck his sister,” Zita said, rolling out the toilet paper.

“But-But—” Nat caught the hairbrush as it fell. She shoved it back in her mouth, parallel to her tongue this time and sucked it in. Her jaw clenched and locked. She shot Zita a dangerous glare.

Zita just stared over Nat’s head. She couldn’t hear Lilith and Richie as well as Nat. Zita didn’t have her body tight against the tiles. She wasn’t feeling the vibrations up her bone. Zita flushed. She walked over and started washing her hands. She watched Nat in the mirror.

“Richie’s cock was just up my pussy,” Zita said. Her cheek was pressed into the bathroom mirror a second later and Nat was thrusting into Zita’s pussy. Though, with tongue.

Zita was unsurprised by what was happening and readily surprised by what she was feeling. She gasped, reaching over the sink and slapping one hand on the mirror. Her other hand grabbed the eave of the countertop. She spread her feet, wincing as her hipbone ground into the fake-marble. She lifted herself onto her toes.

Zita didn’t know if she was supposed to gloat. She wasn’t feeling a lot of pride. She didn’t know if she was supposed to taunt. She wasn’t feeling a lot of spite. She did know she was going to cum. She was feeling a lot of pleasure.

Girls were so fucking wrong! They weren’t Richie. They weren’t guys at all. Zita could pick out the pretties from the uglies. She could hate them both for very similar reasons. She knew what her running did to her ass. She knew what that did to guys behind her. She knew what Richie did when he got hands on her ass.

She knew Nat was a knockout. She knew Nat oozed sex and fight like any sex symbol Zita had ever admired. Zita knew she didn’t get hot by girls.

Zita couldn’t figure out why she got hot for Richie’s girls.

Nat’s deliberate tongue and slim cool fingers were nothing like Richie’s semi-blind exuberant tongue or his stiff big fingers. Zita shook her head. Her black hair was already messed up from Richie’s pillow. Lilith hadn’t helped Zita’s hair day by dragging the black girl’s mouth up and down Richie’s cock. Lilith was rough with her toys and Zita had been the perfect playset.

Tangles blocked Zita’s view of her own screwed up face. She felt like she was cheating, not on Richie but from Richie. This was the right thing to do. Keep his sister from spoiling his fun. Keep Nat from barging in and forcing him to face the consequences… of what? His hotness?

Lilith shrieked.

He was handling his hotness just fine.

Zita slapped the mirror and then balled her fist. Nat knew her way around a pussy better than Oksana did. No. Nat didn’t waste any time being cute. She got down to business. Her tongue was folded into a U and twisting over Zita’s clit. Nat’s nose was buried in the pink.

Zita tried and failed to look at herself in the mirror. She was too tense. She didn’t want to let the muscles slack in her legs and feet. She had already clapped her pelvis a second time. Her wrist was getting sore and there was burning in her upper arm. She forced herself to stay elevated.

Nat slurped loudly.

Lilith slumped forward with a pool of cum on the small of her back. What a way to blow a Tuesday afternoon! Hell, this could be the plan for the week really. Richie was never impossible to track down and when she did the door was open for some of the best sex she could imagine.

She frowned. She could imagine quite good sex. What if—

No, Richie needed to be here. He was slumped, sitting on his ankles, kneading the meat of her ass as he heaved and groaned.

“Zita’s taking the longest pee ever,” he said.

Lilith frowned. Her heart was pounding and she could feel the blood rushing about inside her skull. But she was certain Zita was moaning and squeaking just through the wall. Why the fuck would she be masturbating in another room?

Nat.

She was with Nat.

Lilith kicked her leg around and managed to corkscrew herself onto her back. She kept a knee to her tit and wiggled back so that she could drop her thighs down on either side of Richie’s knees.

“Hey,” Lilith said.

“Hey,” he grinned.

For a moment the heat of this happy smile sapped the solidity from her bones. She bit her lip and touched her sore pussy. Her eyes flicked down to his spent cock. His cum was smeared over his sheets and now her back.

That moment of fuzziness lasted no longer than a heartbeat. She frowned. Richie was looking like Richie again. The cute, but not that cute guy her sister banged. Harper.

“I haven’t seen Harper in fucking forever,” Lilith said. Richie turned away, blushing, moreso than his exerted heavy breathing face had committed. “You didn’t kill her and cut her up or anything?”

“What? No! She’s… She’s alive.”

Lilith stopped at that. He didn’t sound convinced. She swung herself out of their spent mess and rushed him on her feet.

“Oh my god! Is that why there are rats everywhere? They’re looking for more? Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!”

Richie grabbed her before she could rush to her bookbag and sweater. Dumped on the floor since she had arrived and disrobed nearly as fast as Zita. Her phone was in one of the pockets. Richie wasn’t about that.

Lilith screamed when Richie had grabbed her. Instantly he let go. She stopped looking at his hands as he lifted them palms facing her and took a step back.

“I didn’t kill and cut up your sister and feed her to rats!” he said. “Nothing like that! I—Do you have any idea how many rats that would take?”

“Of course, you didn’t,” she said, softening as she stepped between his hands and rubbed his cheek and his stomach. “No one would—”

Nat and Zita barrelled in through the door. Nat’s foot clubbed Lilith’s schoolbag and she went down screeching. Zita tumbled over Nat. Zita slammed the front of her face on the side of Richie’s mattress. They collapsed as a naked knot of flesh.

“Goddammit,” Richie said. “Nat, c’mon. And Zita…”

“Harper!” Lilith said, sharply. Richie stepped back shocked by the quickness in which her face had changed.

“Right, your sister,” he said. “She’s with someone.”

“Oh my god,” Lilith said. “She cheated on you? What a fucking whore?! No wonder you’ve been on a complete fucking tear through all of these girls! Your heart must be broken!”

“I never even thought to ask,” Zita said, climbing to her feet. She put her hand to her face and caught the first drop of blood pooling in her nostril.

“Well, shit,” Richie said. He walked over and took Zita’s elbow, leading her out of the bedroom, aiming for the washroom.

“Hey everybody, I’m home!” Dick shouted as he entered the room. “Is that Harper’s car out front? Are you staying for supper Harp?”

“It’s actually Dad’s car, not Harper’s,” Lilith said. “Or mine.”

Richie had pushed them back into the room and shut the door. He dragged Zita over to the computer desk where a box of Kleenex was waiting.

“You’re not hurt worse than this are you?”

“Dude,” Nat said. “I don’t have a change of clothes in here.”

The sister hopped and flopped down on the bed. Her grin twisted into brightness was she felt the squish and she lifted her fingers to her nose.

No one was watching her as she licked off the edges of her ring and pinky finger.

“Who is he? This dude that Harper fucked off for?” Lilith said. “He’s obviously got his own place. Oh god, she’s worried Mom’s gonna think she is a whore! That’s why she went dark.”

“And she left her phone in my car,” Nat said. When she mentioned that. She noticed everyone saw her dragging her finger down her tongue. Nat grinned. “What?”

“And if you’re fucking this many girls at once, well Harper must’ve been insatiable to keep up with you,” Zita said. “I’m not surprised she hasn’t come up for air.”

“Fucking skank!”

“She’s not a skank or a whore or a slut!” Richie said, grabbing Lilith by her shoulders and barking. Lilith looked shocked. She even wilted, for a half a blink, under Richie’s gaze. She stared back as good as he gave.

“What fucking happened, it’s on me,” Richie said. He lifted Zita’s chin. She was still holding a bunch of tissues to her nose. “I—”

“It’s not your fault,” Zita said, her voice distorted by how tightly she shut her nostrils. “She cheated on you.”

“Look at what I’m doing!” Richie said, grabbing Lilith’s ass. He slapped Zita’s in good measure. He grabbed his hair and flopped down on the foot of his bed. “I’m the fucking bad guy.”

“Oh,” Nat said, climbing up on her brother’s back and hugging across his chest. Her nudity only registered in his brain when Lilith squatted down and put her hand on Richie’s knee. He shot up, breaking Nat’s grip and pacing around Zita. Zita became his shield for his naked sister.

How many days before he had let his sister’s nearby nakedness become commonplace to him?

Fuck! He was a monster!

He was looking at his desk. The last bean sat, partially powdered, within a ziploc bag on top of the two backstage passes to Gabrielle Xu.

I need to get my Harper’s worth, he told himself.

“It’s kinda sweet you’re a complete idiot,” Lilith said, her face contorting as her emotions vacillated inside of her.

Richie took a deep breath and brought up a smile. A smile that rose in time with his erection. There was an energy he was tapping into. A need to not think and replace all of his feelings with sensations. One look at Zita or Lilith and he—

Nat sat with her ankles crossed and her body bared on his bed. She smiled and waved her fingers in a little wave.

“Nat, you cover for Dad. Lilith and Zita and I are going out. Girls get dressed.”

“But I—” Nat sighed, her cheeks burning. “If you really need this from me, you know I’ll do it.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake I do, yes,” Richie said. Zita was already getting dressed. Lilith stood with her hands sitting on her hips.

“We need to talk about Harper,” she said. “Like, I know it hurts and you need to get over whatever she did.”

“She did…” Richie shut up, grabbing a fresh t-shirt from his dresser. “Get your ass in those jeans. We gotta get outta here.”

Lilith started and stopped four times getting dressed. Zita was hopping in her sock feet, trying to get going. Richie smelled her hair.

“We all reek of sex,” Richie said, thinking of walking past his father.

“No worries,” Nat said, taking Richie’s fan and aiming it out the window. She cracked it. The cold proto-spring air rolled in before she started blowing it back out.

“We weren’t smoking weed,” Richie said. “It’s stuck in all of the sheets and blankets—”

“Fine! I’ll do your Goddamned laundry!” Nat scowled. “Sorry. Just a little pent up. You sure you don’t have one in you for…”

She frowned at the open door as Richie dragged Zita by the hand out the door and down the stairs. She looked over at Lilith. Lilith stood there, in her jeans and socks looking confused at her bra.

“You might want to get that on before Dad comes up the stairs,” Nat said. She started stripping the bed.

“You might want to go to your room and get some clothes yourself,” Lilith grumbled and stuffed her arms through the shoulders. She grabbed her sweater and dumped her phone into her hand.

Harper cheated on Richie and is shacking up with some dude!!!

Mary looked at the text on her phone for the eighteenth time. It had arrived when she was in her meeting with Frankie. Getting that spastic to sign his fucking name had been harder than keeping track of a teenaged daughter.

What a great mom she was.

She had raised two whores.

Her face was fire red and livid. She hadn’t started her car and sat in the parking lot.

Did she owe Richie an apology?

Did he still owe her an explanation?

Fuck owing shit. She needed an explanation. If Lilith was right, she needed to give an apology. She called up her firm.

“Carol, great. Cancel the rest of my day. You’re a gem. Thanks so much.”

“Um, Mrs Cowie, you really want me to cancel on—”

But she had hung up.

Part of her job was being at her best for her clients. Therefore she could not do her job until she talked to Richie. She started her car and headed straight for the Jackson’s house.