The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My step mom got me the fuck drunk. This was her plan. Make sure that when my brain was ready to hand me back to the billionaire me, I would be in no condition to walk let alone brain fuck everyone she needed to put me place.

Amanda wanted to help. She had never drank with a Tanner before. I mean drank. I had images of a flute of champagne or a shot of whiskey. She made the mistake of catching up. Shani stopped after a Guiness. Said they were good for milk production. I may have drunkenly torn open her dress and told her she tasted about right.

“I’ve never wanted to see you like this.” Dad said as he clinked a shot glass off of mine. He had the sense to drink once for every three of mine. Amanda was curled up under the table with her face on the side of my head.

“Is Noel going to be OK?” I slurred. Larry pushed me up off of his shoulder.

“The one thing you have plenty of are babysitters and nursemaids.” Olivia poured the bottom of the bourbon into my glass. It burned smooth. I didn’t think drinking five grand would feel this good. The next five was brought to the table. “You get to put your all into becoming the best example you can be for your kids.”

“Snow!” I cried out to the waitress. The one who had made me put on this suit. I don’t know where my tie was and that made me smile.

She garbled something about her name. I grabbed her wrist and dragged her across Shani. I kissed the waitress.

“Did that wake you up?” I grinned. She flicked me in the nose.

“Yes, my prince.” She said patiently.

“You look too tall to fit under the table.” I moaned. She nodded and promised me something. Larry, Dad, and I toasted.

“And the best part is. I don’t have to clean a lick of this up.” Shani rubbed my back. I leaned over and tapped her head.

“You’re too tall too.” I said. She flicked my ear.

“Amanda’s already down there and in the way anyways.” Shani told me. She had left her breasts out and open. I leaned down to motorboat her. That’s when I first threw up.

“Goddammit!” Shani skittered back. I rubbed my mouth with the back of my hand. I was moaning a drunken near crying series of apologies. The clack on the table turned me towards my step mom.

“I don’t think I want to.” I said looking down at the amber filled shot glass.

“I don’t think you get a choice.” She said. I tried to will her to drink it. She threw it in my face.

“Jesus!”

“You can’t just pawn off your drinks. I’m pregnant, you jackass.” She told me softly. “Your mind stuff doesn’t work when your drunk. Good to know. You have to drink more.”

“Whatever mom.” I whined and she smiled. I downed the other two filled glasses on the table.

“Think of the good news,” my dad caught my attention. “It’ll be the other you that has to survive the hangover.”

“I’ll drink to that!” I lifted a glass but Olivia hadn’t poured into that one. Snow White came back with Frankie, the little redhead receptionist. She was wearing a sleek silver dress.

“I’ll believe she’ll fit under the table, master.” Snow White said.

“You’re my favorite princess.” I raised my newly filled glass. Frankie was crawling over Amanda who was aggressively snuggling her back. I may have felt a small woman’s hands reach my zipper.

I woke up like I had slept for an entire ten hours and there were no alarm clocks in the universe. I felt amazing. The best way to get drunk had been discovered. I cheered. That started Amanda who was sitting on a nearby couch reading a Robert Heinlein novel. She had the darkest scowl on I had ever seen. I looked around. It was not unlike that hospital bed I had woken up in… yesterday?

“What do those red numbers mean?” I asked pointing at the 12 07:34.51 over the door.

“That’s the Goddamned timer since we have been stuck in this stupid box. That mother of yours is an imaginative monster.” She grumbled.

“Twelve days? Was I—”

“Pissed? Yeah. Mean, vindictive, arrogant, and demanding? Worse.” She scowled.

“Oh, he’s awake already?” I looked up to see Charlotte sticking her head in. She was wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. “I was going to lift some weights, can I get a spot?”

“Morning.” I waved. She smiled.

“I guess we should get up.” Amanda agreed. “C’mon.”

“What about—I mean. I have questions.”

“So do I!” Amanda rolled her eyes. “First of which is who’s the virgin getting thrown into the volcano today?”

“I believe it’s supposed to be Dakota.” A smaller girl popped around my valkyrie’s hip.

“Traci right?” I smiled at her. She grinned back. I looked at Amanda. “Talk as we walk then.”

“We’re in the dungeons.” She said. “Kind of anyways.”

“I built a dungeon?” I grinned. “It’s so warm, sterile, like a high end gym.”

“Yeah, for the moment.” She nodded. “When you said you were going to build a dungeon below the castle, we were all thinking chains, whips, stocks, and torture.” She looked at me. “Sexual torture obviously.”

“That wouldn’t be fun.” I said and corrected myself. “That wouldn’t be fun long enough to hold my attention anyways. Dungeons are where you go to find treasure, battle monsters, slay the dragons, and, I assume, rescue the princesses.”

“Yeah,” Traci laughed at me. “Nerd!”

“Nerdfucker.” I taunted back. She put a hand to her tits and gasped. The Valkyrie looked at us strangely.

We passed through a large mirrored room. It reminded me of the old martial arts dojo I attended in middle school. The class before us was ballet. I bitched about dragging the mats out every day. I would’ve bitched more to have been hip tossed onto hardwood. Long bars hip height and parallel to the mirrors. Weight machines and treadmills lined the opposite wall.

“How many people are down here?” I asked Amanda.

“She’ll make seven.” The Valkyrie answered. “Kelsey went to bed. Nastya and Marina are swimming laps.”

The Valkyrie and Nastya stood out large to me. Marina and Traci were the first girls I had seen. That day with Ellie had Kelsey and Traci join us at The Castle. Dakota was next? Whoever put together this list really paid attention to my whitein memories. I closed my eyes. I remembered a boardroom. Everyone but Larry and me were female. Some even fuckable, that’s not why I had enslaved them. They did not want me spending money on Fuck Island. Rumors were making their way into the public. I was already politically toxic and the world was poised to discover Brian Tanner was the world’s foremost pimp. It could cost hundreds of millions of dollars and the shareholders would eject me. There wasn’t enough mind control in the world.

It wouldn’t take my money away. I’d still have my Family, my Freedom, and my Fuck Island. I’d just be forcibly retired in my thirties. If I stopped expanding, Fuck Island was now profitable. Yet, I wanted my dungeons! Where was I going to get dragons?

I opened my eyes as we pushed through the doors opposite the gym. The walls were cut from rock. I couldn’t remember any details about the dungeon. How much was built? How did I leave? The roof looked office building like, so did the floor. It didn’t scream fantasy adventure. What the fuck was I doing? We came to a room labeled: Mermaid Grotto.

“What is this?” I asked as we all snuggled in what appeared to be an airlock. Could probably fit three or four more and close without sardining us.

“We haven’t sealed the sea wall yet.” Amanda explained by giving me extra questions. I felt the air enleaden and my ears squeeze my brain. “We gotta keep the pressure up in here or the place’ll flood.”

“What?” A green light turned on overhead. The door in front of us hissed as a bit of air rushed in while it slowly swung open. This looked more like a dungeon. The walls were ragged, carved stone. Steps and shelves cut into and out of the sea smelling water that lapped feebly over the black sand floor. Lights were situated overhead that gave the place an uneven ethereal atmosphere. “Oh, I get it now.”

“Yeah, and since the access tunnels are sealed up, this is the only way in and out.” She mentioned as the water splashed up. Two frogmen in full scuba gear and Mel in a short sleeved and short pantsed wetsuit broke the surface at the far end of the room. She was breathing off of a second hose attached to the right hand frogman’s tank. I had a moment. I could’ve tried for their minds. I was just watching. They were gone.

“What the hell is he doing in here?” Mel strode through waist deep water. “He’s not supposed to be able to know the clock.”

“He knew it by the time I got here, so there’s nothing we can do about it.” Amanda rolled her eyes. “Do you know when the next girl is coming?”

“No,” Mel climbed up a step and was now wading to me in shin deep water. I smirked. She smiled. “I missed you.”

“I feel as I just saw you a couple of hours ago.” I frowned. “How’s Jacob?”

Her frown surged and she stomped across the sand to stare up into my face. Her nose twisted and her lips looked angry. She looked at Amanda. Amanda shrugged.

“He’ll be fine Dad, Ellie, Garth, and Olivia love him.” Mel turned back to me, shaking her head and combing her fingers through her hair.

“Your dad—”

“I don’t want to talk about Dad on Fuck Island.” Mel said she looked over Traci and Valkyrie. She strode by them and hugged Amanda.

“He shouldn’t be whited in yet.” Mel explained. “Prediction was this time tomorrow.”

“Yippee!” Amanda looked over Mel’s shoulder and grinned at me. “Who’s ready for some blood work?”

“I guess me?” I said. “We have a clinic or whatever down here?”

“There are clinics everywhere,” Traci said. “I started off working the nurse’s station in Casa de Tanner.”

“Great.” I said, “Let’s go, we’ll all play doctor.”

“I don’t know if that works.” The Valkyrie frowned. “Or does that mean you and Amanda get to be doctor and patient and the rest of us sit in the next room waiting for turns?”

“Not all of you!” I shook my head. “Someone has to be the aloof receptionist.”

“This doesn’t sound fun.” Traci murmured. I squeezed her in a one arm hug as the mermaid grotto airlock closed behind us. My ears popped as the air rushed out and the pressure dropped. The door before us opened up.

“Hey, not Dakota then?” Kelsey was wearing pyjamas. Pink trimmed with black, unbuttoned with her tits perking up the lapels. I grinned. “I take it she’s been told it’s not just an afternoon trip?”

“Yep, four months was the estimate.” Mel said. “What got turned into the clinic?”

“Front of the labyrinth.” Amanda was already walking down the hall. She gestured for us to follow. Nothing else opened to our left, to the mermaid grotto side.

“This place is too weird.” Kelsey said. “When it’s all set up, I’ll be happy to have gone home.”

“Not a fan of role playing?” I grinned. She flipped her hair and smirked.

“I’m down for naughty cop needs to strip search you.” The purr in her throat and the swing in her hips was incredible. I couldn’t have been smiling more wide.

“Games second. We have to do this fun stuff first.” Amanda said. She smiled. There was exhaustion in her eyes. I walked over to her and hugged her. She squeezed me for a heartbeat and pushed me off the next one. I kissed her above the ear. Mel and Charlotte walked me to the table.

Dammit! I remembered My Valkyrie’s name.

“What’re you giggling about?” Traci asked from the doorway.

“All the good things.” I said. I took off my shirt when Amanda flicked my sleeve. “Tell me Doc, am I going to live?”

“I’m not a doctor.” She pinched my arm. Had she done that before my original blackout, she’d have had fingers full of loose arms. I was quite impressed with my current muscles. She swabbed the area. “They really need to send down a nurse.”

“Traci worked in the clinic, right?”

“I mostly just called up someone from the main clinic if I wasn’t just putting a band-aid on a small cut.” Traci said. “I helped a girl with eyedrops once. I never had to stick someone with a needle.”

“Yeah, but those that get sent down here? We’re not sending our professionals.” Amanda said. “Olivia figured if you had access to a doctor you could hurt yourself bad enough to get evac’ed but not enough to risk killing yourself.”

“Ow.” I smiled as she pricked the vein in my wrist.

“Shut up.” She swabbed down the hole and slapped a band-aid on me. “Now this is the fun part.”

I was flipped over the bench and she grabbed a handful of my butt.

“Don’t do anything I would do back there!” I fake yelped for the girls watching.

“Jesus, if I had a dollar every time I was flipped over like that.” Laughed Kelsey.

“If you made less dollars than the number of times you were flipped for entry you wouldn’t be able to walk.” Mel scowled.

“Why’d you come down?” I ground my teeth as I got a needle in my butt. Mel raised an eyebrow.

“It was either come down or get off Fuck Island.” Mel scowled.

“Got caught trying to get the work teams to open the dungeon entrances?” Amanda slapped my butt and told me to get up.

“By Garth.” Mel scowled. “I thought he loved me.”

“He does. That’s why he wants the best of me for you.”

The whores, they looked at each other. Traci spoke first. “It’s true. You are not you?”

“The drug that makes you good whores? Made me a billionaire.” I said. Only Mel balked when I said good whores. “And it’s got to get out of my system if I’m going to be a good father.”

“When my older brother got sick, and had to go to the hospital for a few months. Everyone bought him a bunch of books to keep him from going insane.” Kelsey frowned. “Great, we’re your library.”

“Well the good news is that there’ll be less paper cuts on my dick with girls and not books.” I beamed and she laughed. Amanda just flinched.

“I need to put these samples into the centrifuge. Go exploring. Fuck your sluts. You can’t go far. I’ll find you when I know something.”

“Doctor’s orders.” I hopped up and looked at the four hot blondes looking at me. “Where do you want to go?”

“The other girls are at the pool.” Charlotte pointed. “I wanted to go to the gym.” She pointed with her other finger in a direction 90 degrees off.

“Take me.” I grabbed Mel’s hand. “Ellie showed me the island. You get to show me the underside.”

“You know I’d rather this all fails though, right?” Mel asked with more than a little fear in her voice.

“I know.” I squeezed her fingers. “You can talk it over with him by tomorrow. I’m sure.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Mel growled. “I love you, Brian! I’m just scared that you’re not going to love me when you lose the part of your brain that got to know me!”

“Well…” I frowned. “That… Wow.” I took a long deep breath. Traci opened the doors ahead that led to the pool. I grabbed Mel’s fingers and squeezed them with a smile. “Every minute that I’m here, that I don’t take my drugs, I get to remember more and more and more. All those feelings and memories we shared? We’re going to laugh and love when they all come back.”

“Do you promise?” She seemed incredibly young in that moment. She was only twenty. No, she was twenty-one now. I had missed that. I grinned. “What are you smiling about?”

“I never got to wish you a happy birthday.” I smiled.

“No, but even if Olivia hadn’t buried you alive. I wasn’t really up for it. I had just slugged a kid out of my cunt! Bastard hung on until we shared the same birthday.” She was beaming now though. I ran my hand over her stomach. The other girls had filed in and the two that had been swimming were out, naked, and toweling off waiting for us.

“Well,” I said grinning, “Happy birthday!”

When I kissed her to celebrate. I pulled back and Traci leaned in to kiss her. They were cute, blonde, young, hot. Mel had a little bit more, but they looked so good together. I hadn’t got to say “Happy birthday!” to Ellie either.

“Happy birthday!” Charlotte grabbed Ellie from Traci. The hot new mom was spun from lips to lips getting all of the birthday love I had ever imagined. I could feel the geeky smile on my crooked face. Nastya pulled her lips off of Mel and spun her until she could big spoon around the back of Mel.

“So? Birthday spankings?” Traci and Marina lit up at Kelsey’s suggestion. Charlotte and Nastya exchanged worried looks.

“Birthday spankings?” Asked the Valkyrie. Charlotte had a very mild Nordic accent. I could not tell you the difference between Norwegian, Finnish, or Icelandic so I didn’t even pretend to try.

“On a birthday, it’s fun to spank the girl once for every year she’d been a live.” Kelsey clapped her hands and rubbed them warm. “How old are you, Mistress Hess?”

“No spanking your mistress!” She play fought against Nastya’s arms. It took a minute and some corrective tugging for Nastya to hold onto Mel.

“She looks good for forty two doesn’t she?” I asked. Twenty one doesn’t divide into an even number of spankings for six tormentors, now does it?

“Oh you son of a bitch!” She giggled. Nastya dragged Mel, on Mel’s semi verbal instructions, and laid the girl face down on a bench around the pool. It looked like it was cut straight from the rock but I noticed after a second look that is was lined. I could hear the filters even if I couldn’t see them. The smell of chlorine was obvious though. Mel screamed! “Your fingers are cold!”

“The better to spank you with, my dear.” Kelsey grinned. She had dragged the wetsuit shorts Mel was wearing down beyond her firm little butt. I grinned. I could see the very little tanline of a thong bikini running out of her cheeks and over her hips.

“OK, first of all I’m twenty one.” Mel said looking over her shoulder at me. “And—ow!”

“One!” Kelsey pulled back her hand from Mel’s jiggling buttcheeks.

“Two!” Marina dove in and cracked Mel across the other side.

“No, sweetie, let me do my twenty-one and then you can do yours,” Kelsey smile was full of alligator teeth.

“What?!” Mel squealed. I laughed. “God damn you, Brian! I’m never going to walk again!”

That set Traci giggling like mad. I reached over, ran my hand through the girl’s blonde hair as I brought her to me. Crack! Charlotte had long arms and long swing. Mel screeched.

“Three.” Said the Valkyrie.

“Oh, fuck!” Mel growled. “Thank you, Charlotte.”

“You’re welcome.” She grinned. “Nastya.”

“Happily,” They weren’t being gentle. She knelt down on Mel’s side and stroked her hair and smiled into Mel’s face. “You ready to keep count for us?”

Mel nodded.

“Good girl.” The sound of skin colliding was sharp.

“Nineteen!” Mel tried to be clever.

“That’s not what my count thinks it should be.” Kelsey shook her head. “We better start over and try again.”

“It’s the only way to be fair.” I agreed. I reached down and pushed Traci forward by the buttcheek. She looked at me with a bit of trepidation. Then she giggled. I asked: “What’s funny?”

“The first time I met you,” She laughed. “You were with her and I was folded over the bar at Chez Shan-Marie. She told me with my ass looking that good, I was never going to walk again.”

“That must’ve been Ellie.” Mel said.

“Meh, you all look the same to me.” Traci grinned and she hop skipped forward before slapping Mel’s butt with a running start. Everyone waited.

“One…” Mel whimpered. Kelsey grabbed my t-shirt’s collar and dragged me up. I put my hand down and picked up the meat of her butt. She quivered in my hand. I had flashes. I had given a handful of spankings on the island. Images flashed of mostly thicc Latinas I had to get a hand on.

“Two!” Mel whooshed sharply as I brought my hand down wide and flat enough to rock her on the bench but not be explosive like Nastya or Traci had been. Kelsey flicked the back of my hair. She was smiling evil. I grinned. I gestured to Mel’s ass.

“Three!” Boomed out of Mel’s lungs. Kelsey grinned. She clearly needed to work out some frustration. I kissed her above the ear and made room for Charlotte.

“It’s nice seeing one of your women getting past around,” Kelsey told me. Mel squealed for Marina.

“Yeah, I’ve never been good sharing toys.” I said. I watched as Mel’s tongue fell out and she slurped it up with a smile. I grinned. I tapped her butt before I took my second swing.

“Ten!” She panted. I could see the stickiness forming on her sex. I grinned. I gestured for Kelsey to hurry. Nastya ran her hand over the front of my shorts. Charlotte stepped in for twelve. I gestured to Kelsey.

“Naked.” I smirked. She ripped off her tank top setting her unsupported tits jiggling the mauled ass of Mel. Charlotte sashayed back and opened her sports bra from the front. She was ungodly hot. Marina dropped her towel. Nastya was just comfortable naked. Traci cracked Mel for fifteen and seemed surprised when she turned back and saw all of the tits out.

“You want me to strip her?” She asked. Mel was a writhing puddle. I knelt down as Marina lined up again. Mel had heavy lidded eyes. She grinned.

“Thanks, I deserve it.” She grinned. I looked confused but she squealed. The girls were getting meaner. I was getting impatient.

“Sixteen…” Mel moaned. I licked over the tips of my upper teeth as stood up. I had smile to mirror Kelsey’s. I lifted my hand to her face. “Blow on it for the perfect throw?”

She grinned as she pursed her lips and blew on my palm like I was a high roller in Vegas. Nastya made a gesture, bring it down a little. That was probably good advice. Though, Mel said she deserved it. I laughed.

“Oh crap!” Mel squealed happily to hear the way I laughed. I hit her skin before the memory hit me. That laugh. That was what I was doing when they opened their apartment door. Ellie was in their living room. Mel looked pissed that I interrupted them. I blew a handful of Amanda’s drug into her face. That cut the wind out of my follow through.

“Seventeen…” Mel murmured. I stepped aside for Charlotte this time. Kelsey had the other girls lined up. She had taken the first. She wanted to give the last.

“Eighteen!” Mel’s voice always spiked for Traci. I saw what the vengeful little blonde was doing. She made sure her fingers slapped Mel’s pussy just before the heel of her palm cracked Mel’s ass.

“Nineteen…” Nastya was less the showwoman and less angry. Mel needed the long breath she got from Nastya’s love tap. Marina flashed me a bright smile. She spit on her hand. I laughed.

“Twenty!” Mel shrieked as the loudest smack to her ass landed. I grinned. Kelsey was stepping forward. I was dropping my shirt onto my discarded shorts.

“Mistress Hess?” Kelsey smirked dangerously. She lifted Mel’s face by a handful of strawberry blonde hair. “Happy birthday!”

“Twenty-one!” Mel screech in time with the blast to her ass. Kelsey let go. Mel’s face landed cheek to bench. Her gorgeous wild smile was crushed in the baby fat of her cheeks. I stepped over her thighs. I squatted down and grabbed both asscheeks and pulled her wide. “Oh my God! Christ Brian! What the hell are you doing? Now? Oh my God!”

Her voice was staccato and panting. Kelsey, still squatting at Mel’s hip, reached across and grabbed my cock. She pushed me to Mel’s asshole. I leaned forward, poorly balanced on her red ass.

“One!” I said as I slid my cock home. She flailed like a landed fish. Traci and Marina grabbed her legs. Nastya and Charlotte pushed her shoulders down. I kissed both of them. I dragged my cock back and slammed it home.

“Two!” Mel shouted. Her body was collapsed fire. She was tight in a way that felt nostalgic. I pressed my thumbs in harder over her hip bones and slammed into her again. The hot breath of her counting brought a smirk to my lips.

The whores watched like I was a rock star. They cheered and stepped back. One look from me and they pulled each other in. Nastya was fingering Traci dragged against her chest. Kelsey and Charlotte flanked Marina. The Latina melted as the taller women’s tongues did to her ears what their fingers did to her sex. I fucked harder.

Mel was still counting but it seemed she rolled from twenty-ones back to ones. She humped her hips with my thrusts into her. She gripped the bench with both hands. She dragged her clit up and down on the bench.

I had flashes. Memories of sex as I closed my eyes tight. I had become determined to make it up to the next twenty-one. She was wailing. “Six! Seven! Eight!”

I could smell arousal of Shani. I could taste the cum of Rena. I could feel the muscles of Olivia. I could see that first twisted grimace as Ellie had her first orgasm shoulder to naked shoulder with the sister she couldn’t look in the eye. I cocked my lips in a sick smile. It was everything I could to keep going. To hold off. “Fourteen! Fifteen!”

I had collapsed forward. My chest pressed down on Mel’s back. Traci’s had was tracing the muscle groups on my back. Charlotte’s teeth lightly gnawed my ear. I was tight and frowning. I couldn’t stop myself. I just tried to keep going. Ellie’s hoarse voice was whispering now. Her teeth couldn’t be clenched any tighter. “Nineteen.”

Neither could her butt get clenched tighter. It was a chore to pull out and push in. I flinched as I spattered her insides. “Twenty.”

Growling, panting, fighting off the last cold death of my orgasm. I eased out and shouted with her as I pushed back in. “Twenty-one!”

“Happy birthday.” I sighed into her ear. I was limp on top of her. I could hear her jabbering madly about her ideas for The Globe. She wanted a real theatre where the actresses would be dragged down by the guests to celebrate their performances. I forced her to make it a pornographic costume party. I took a deep breath. Maybe her idea had merit?

The Globe. She had played Helena at a high school play of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The first thing she didn’t share with her sister. That’s why she had named the theatre after Shakespeare’s famous one.

“Good,” I didn’t hear what she had whispered. I kissed the back of her neck and smiled. Slowly, I inched off of her. I was smiling like a special child who just got a new ball. I looked at the girls all around me. My whores and the mothers of my children. I would be home soon enough. I would be my own man again.

“What are you thinking about?” Traci asked me.

“I was thinking ‘So this is the plan? Hide underground fucking my way back to good health?’ Well, I think I kinda like it.”