The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Hey! Fun’s back!” Charlotte’s voice shocked me. I was blinking off the blackout hangover. It was happening so quickly now. I used to have a clear head when I pulled out. Now it felt like I was throttled by the brainstem. I smiled, as hard as that was. I sat up, as hard as that was. I left the bed, as hard as that was. We were snug and naked under those covers.

‘We’ was bigger than Charlotte and me. Nastya wormed tighter into a pillow. She moaned to feel the ejected vibrator dying between her thighs. Mel was snuggled from behind by Marina. Mel tried to pull my shoulder back down and snuggle with me.

“You’re not tired are you?” My Valkyrie asked. I could see the lack of sun fading away her tropical tan and delay of sleep darkening around her eyes.

“I am.” I nodded. I was sore, dizzy, and strained but alert. She took my hand and we escaped over Nastya. I picked the vibrator off the bed. Mel told me to fuck off as she cuddled up with the older woman.

“How long’s it been?” I asked. Since my last white-in I was asking.

“Maybe twelve days?” She said. There were clocks everywhere, but The Dungeon was to be intended for visits not living down here. It had been May? May when we had come down. It had to be August by now. September?

“Oh God no!” Traci squealed with delight as she saw me. I had just closed the door on the bedroom. I shushed her as she hugged me. She was sweaty from the workout room and en route to the showers. I’m sure we’d be repurposing everywhere when it was time for guests. I wouldn’t be coming back down until it was fully to spec. The half assed dungeon had proved to me my mild claustrophobia. Traci pulled my hands. “Don’t fuck me when I’m this stressed.”

“Reverse psychology?” I asked Charlotte.

“The shower sounds like a good idea.” She answered instead. We were also sweaty and littered with other fluids. Traci pitched off her sports bra and shorts as we walked. The dress code was wear what you needed to wear. That was often sandals and a hair tie. I needed a haircut worse than I ever had.

Traci’s “Don’t fuck me” became a “Now fuck me” once we had the showers beating down on our skin and melting the stress out of our muscles. I grabbed the little blonde by her hips and walked her over to a bench. Charlotte, the Valkyrie, was tall enough to fuck in the showers but hunkered over the diminutive Traci? There’s no way we wouldn’t have slipped and broken her necks.

I was bouncing her on my lap, kissing with Charlotte.

“You can’t stay up like you’re doing.” Amanda tsked from the entrance. “You need some time laid out and in to sleep, Brian.”

“Fun’s back!” Charlotte let go of my chin after kissing me again.

“You too, Charlotte.” Amanda frowned. “Cum in her and I’ll get you towels. Then I’m taking you straight to bed, Brian. You too, Charlotte.”

“Yes Mistress Deering.” Charlotte and I submitted in the same lack of enthusiasm. Like Amanda was a substitute teacher and we had realized we had pushed her too far.

“I just woke up, Mistress Deering!” Traci squealed as I bounced her. We just seemed to sleep when we wanted now. Eat, exercise, fuck, read, sing at each other, we were all more than stir-crazy.

“Good, Traci. You can go clean up the kitchen when you’re done.” She flashed a dark look. “Once the locker room is spotless again.”

“Shouldn’t’ve pushed your luck, kid.” I rubbed her back bouncing her hard.

“Yeah, well then, if you fuck me hard enough, my legs won’t work. Then you can write me a note to get me out of chores.”

“You better get a real doctor to do that.”

“Mistress Deering’s the only doctor down here.” Traci frowned when I laughed at her. “And she’s not that kind of doctor.”

I slapped her ass cheek. She wasn’t totally upset. Keeping the place clean kept us from going full on crazy. I looked to my Valkyrie. I really did need to get her to bed.

“Hey! Fun’s back!” Nastya’s soft lilt shocked me. I slipped forward and caught my hands on the uncut netting around our latest delivery. Frogboxes we had started calling them. I guess because they were boxes delivered by frogmen.

The knife in my hand clattered down past my unprotected junk. I staggered back and Mel’s hands caught me around the hips.

“Four days.” She told me. I lit up, excited. Totally forgetting the close call with the boxcutter a moment ago.

“Fresh clothes!” Nastya squealed. She knocked one of the boxes under the netting. We hardly wore clothes. She rapped the box under it. “Makeup!”

The only thing I remembered seeing plastered on her face in the last dozen whiteins was of my own making. Judging by Marina and Dakota’s excitement they had really craved girlying up. I shrugged grabbed Mel around the hips.

“No testing gear?” Mel looked up at me from the laminated manifest she was looking over. “You alright, Brian?”

“I am now that I have my favorite strawberry blonde.” I lifted her up and waded into the grotto water and set her ass down on the edge of one of the rocky ledges.

“That stopped working once we figured out your favorite twin was whichever one of us you were going to fuck next.” She scowled at me. I frowned. I couldn’t remember ever saying anything like that. Whatever. I grabbed her hair, slapped open her knees, and stuffed myself into her.

“Can we unload it?” Dakota asked.

“Yeah, grab the knife!” Nastya said. I heard her splashing over towards me and Mel.

“What!” Marina complained as Dakota put the knife in the darker girl’s hand. “I want to fuck too!”

“Hey! Fun’s back!” Traci’s squeal occured nose to nose with my face. She spun further, hanging suspended and naked from chains to collars, manacles, and fetters.

I was whiting in for the sixteenth time? I smiled, snatched her hair and twisted her back to me to kiss her. I clued in to the glugging throat around my cock.

“Hey Amanda.”

“Galthaspar!” My Christian name, obviously. Her voicebox vibrated under the head of my cock. She was growing purplish as she sucked harder. She looked great in purple.

“Not when I’m just coming out of sleep this time?” I said Eskimo kissing Traci’s nose. “How long’s it been?”

“Almost thirteen hours.” She said. Holy shit! We’d been down here for months now and I’d come back in less than the part of the day I was awake? The blackouts were shrinking at a precipitous rate. The whiteins had been a static thirty-five hours. I felt giddy with excitement.

I toyed with Amanda’s hair. She was energetic and committed but I had whited in with renewed stamina. From the effort in her face, we must’ve been at the blowjob for sometime. Amanda’s eyes were overrun with tears and her saliva waterfalled off of her chin.

“Damn,” I smiled and slid out of Amanda’s mouth. The suction of her throat held on for a second. Her face was dragged forward by the head of my dick. She recoiled as I left her with a spitty pop. “Hey, is talking bad? Did I need this or did you?”

“You did.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She stood up and smacked her head right into Traci’s suspended belly. “Shit, sorry, Trace. You OK?”

“I needed this!” She grinned at me. She wiggled and I let go of her; she started to rotate slowly again.

“Are you not getting enough time? Is there anyone new today?” I asked the pair of them individual questions.

“No, that’s not it.” Amanda answered the first question.

“Nuh uh.” Traci answered the second. They took my questions not how I meant them. “It’s still just the twenty-two of us.”

“OK.” I said. “The schedule—”

“Been burned and unpredictable since they sent Mel down.” Amanda rubbed Traci’s body. “That shouldn’t be news.” But it was. That I had figured there was a schedule. “If you’re not going to make use of her, we should let her down. It’s bad for her circulation.”

“Keep her up! Get her off! Keep her up!” Traci giggled as she chanted.

“Lower her so she’s cock accessible.” I decided. Amanda nodded. There were levers on the hewn rock wall. Steel cables ran up and behind the ceiling tiles. Traci squealed as she dropped freefall two feet. She screamed and laughed as she was eased down another few inches. She did her best to look up at me but she could orient her head that way. I spun her violently and caught her hips the second time they flew past. She was a drizzling mess of sexual need.

“Any word from on high?” I asked. The door to whatever cell this was opened and Charlotte stuck her head in.

“Frogbox.” She announced. Her eyes beamed when she looked at my face. “Fun’s back!”

“Hey,” I grinned. I slapped Traci’s butt. “Sorry gal, Frogbox.”

“I get it.” Traci sighed. She seemed morose when I unbuckled her ankles. I didn’t touch her wrists, waist, trunk, shoulders, or collar buckles until she had her feet on the ground. Amanda left the levers as soon as Traci was low enough to walk.

I grabbed Amanda’s hand when she walked by me for the door. She caught the shocked smile.

“What is it this time?” She frowned.

“I was thinking about that first tour across college campuses. Just after we had finally purchased Sao Huberto.”

“Fuck Island?” Traci asked. The imprint of the belts was red on her neck and under her breasts. “Such a better name.”

“Yeah? The Toronto fiasco?” Amanda raised an eyebrow.

“No.” I shook my head, that was still out of reach. “Wisconsin-Madison.”

“Oh, that sorority we drugged?” She laughed. “God, that was… You’re fun, right? We’re not getting him back are we?”

“No.” I answered her second question. That sorority sent a pledge and a graduate every semester to work Fuck Island. “I was just thinking about you.”

“Oh, what did I do then?” She asked. We had stepped out into the hall now. I was naked. The floor was cold. I cursed but Traci drumrolled my flipflops on my naked back.

“Thanks.” I said dropping them with a slap on the floor. I had to let go of Amanda’s hand as I put them on. I took eye contact instead. “It only took me two years to amass 14 billion dollars. If you hadn’t kept me on track. Left those girls to themselves. I wouldn’t’ve succeeded at anything.”

“All I did in Wisconsin was beat you in a snowball fight.” She shook her head. “Staying on track, that was all you.”

“No it wasn’t.” I said certainly. I didn’t remember a snowball fight. I didn’t remember snow. “I guess, it’s not all there yet.”

“I think only Larry and your parents were all there when we came down. I think I might be by now, but I can’t be certain.” Mel said. She was waiting for Mermaid Grotto’s airlock to unpressurize.

“You’re by yourself?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She shrugged. “I was trying to read. Got tired of whores.”

“Strange.” I said. She blew a raspberry at me.

“Oh, look fun’s back.” She said with a laugh.

“These girls just knew by looking?”

“Your whores?” She giggled. Charlotte frowned. Traci beamed. “They’re trained to fit you. I didn’t get whore-made.”

“She only noticed because she’s getting away with calling us whores.” Charlotte told me. I frowned. I had perfect memories of fucking her in the ass and calling her a whore. Where was that? Denmark? No, she was from Finland. We’d met in Denmark? I’d taken her to Denmark? I did take Charlotte off the island while her contract was on. I didn’t have an order to the timeline for any of my surfacing thoughts. Or, maybe I was just racist against vikings?

On Fuck Island no one was a whore. That made sense to me. Money for six months of never saying no to paying customers. Definitionally it conflicted. Paid for sex on Fuck Island? A whore on Fuck Island. It hit me. Whores and ladies were antonyms. She was still a lady. On the drug, they didn’t hock their sexuality for some cash. They took to the hedonism like it was the best way to respect themselves. Every girl up there? She was at her best.

“C’mon, door’s open.” Mel slapped my bare butt as the airlock pulled back.

“That’s the second biggest monkey head, I’ve ever seen.” I said as we all stepped into the grotto. Mel groaned, apparently I said that a lot blacked out. A palette full of crates and locked up in a green fat mesh was drip drying on the rocks. The frogman took the two motored conveyor back with them. They always did. For the best, I’m sure if we could get out and make it to the surface without support, we’d die of the bends

Mel had the knife. The rest of us were lucky to be wearing flip flops. Charlotte had a bikini bottom and sarong. It was cute, went with her skin. She was bone white now, tan completely gone. The green net fell away. Amanda caught the waterproof sealed legal case of documents. I looked over the crates. Food, supplements, pills, soap.

“Shit.” I looked around. “Dolly’s still in the kitchen. I guess it’s time to show off the muscles.”

“Don’t pretend anyone’s going to carry anything. You throw out your back down here and they’ll send down a doc to run out the rest of the clock. Fuck.” Mel swore. She grinned. “Leave it and let’s go!”

“How much longer are we—”

“Let me read the report first, Brian.” Amanda waved the box. I nodded.

“How about who’s up?”

“I think Nastya and two of the others went to bed. I dunno. You got Traci and Charlotte.” She gestured. I grabbed her ass with two hands.

“That’s not all I got.”

“Let me read the report first, Brian.” Amanda waved the box. She looked just as impatient the first time she had said the words.

“Fine.” I said and grabbed Mel. I looked up at the lights, it must’ve been late morning. “How about lunch?”

“We went to the torture chamber straight after breakfast.” Amanda said. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really.” I frowned as Traci snickered at me.

“She can read it in the library,” Mel said. “Let’s go there.”

“Sounds good.” I said. Amanda gave me a look. She sighed and agreed. The airlock transferred us out to the hallway. I waggled my jaw to pop my ears.

I led the way around Mermaid Cove to our library. It was a small room with mostly empty wooden shelves and a long conference table. I could tell by the design of the shelves it was going to look cool and wizardy when it was done, but for the moment it just seemed lonely. Mel’s book was on the table. Some anthology of excessively sexual romance stories.

“Would’ve been better to take this to the clinic.” Amanda muttered as she dropped the rubber case on the table. The slap of water was loud. “Someone grab a towel from the laundry.”

I gestured to Charlotte and Traci. The small younger one was off like a bolt of lightning. I grinned. I grabbed my topless Valkyrie and marched her around to where Mel had been reading. Mel rolled her eyes at me.

“I thought it was my turn.”

“There’s fresh Sisyphos on the pallet, everyone’s getting a turn.” Amanda said. She scratched her lip and smiled as I pulled apart Charlotte’s ass. Mel shook her head at me and reached down to pull Charlotte’s bottoms aside.

“Damn, I should’ve let Charlie go.” Traci murmured when she skipped back in and dropped two folded towels at Amanda’s wrist. “Mistress Hess, do you wanna—”

“Nope, go fetch a friend.” Mel gestured. Traci made some strange high pitched affirmative noise and zipped out of the library. I sank my lips on Charlotte’s sex. She immediately flooded wet.

Part of their training, a trigger from the drug. Touch their pussies, turn them on. Vanessa said the effect would last for decades after they left the island, yet it wasn’t permanent like their susceptibility to mind control. It was still fun, yet I hadn’t forced my main girls, my babies mamas, to undergo it. I had based it off of Ellie and Mel’s early responses. Mel needed something more now. Ellie was still a firecracker or she had been in May, six-ish months ago.

“He’s just stopped down there.” Charlotte worried.

“Yeah, memories.” I said as an apology. I started licking with gusto.

“Scent and taste are big triggers.” Amanda had her case dry and was ripping the rubber strip seal so she could pull out the papers. I started licking. My valkyrie started moaning. “Music too, but he doesn’t listen to anything newer than late nineties to mid-two thousands, and he remembers that time well enough as is.”

I knew burnt onions reminded me of my real mom but not why. I wondered about the taste of pussy. The smell, if was different from girl to girl but I’d always rather liked it. Except one time in tenth grade. That’s how I had caught the flu from Missy Yaeger. Amanda was right; I couldn’t hear The Real Slim Shady without remembering Missy’s pre-orthodontistry. I forced out my reverie.

I licked, I nuzzled, I spelunked. Charlotte was very animated and her butt was determined to flatten my nose. She was furious, hot, and wet. The more I licked, the more I remembered licking. Not always squatting behind a girl bent over, her lying down on a bed more often that not. God, I had a lot of lessons over my two years of nothingness. I gripped her thighs tighter. She butted my face harder.

I pulled back as she panted. I stood up as she whimpered. I lined up as she stiffened. I fucked into her and she wailed. It was impressive. If I had done this that first moment out of my first blackout, I’d have felt like a sex god. I knew now, all of the triggers and changes we had instilled under the drug. I knew she was serving me. The game was still fun with cheat codes.

“What’s it say?” I kept swinging my hips as I asked Amanda. She flipped through the stapled booklet a second time.

“They’re upping our vitamin D supplements. Side effects of Nastya’s birth control implant are less severe than expected.” She sounded so quiet and frozen that I stopped fucking my Valkyrie. I couldn’t stop her though. She responded to the sharp thrust inside of her as if I was twitching to cum. Her orgasm rocked her. I pushed her shoulders down as she rocked. I rubbed her spine as she caught her breath.

“Something about Noel?” I beamed. I loved getting news about the kids but Mel and Amanda took Noel and Jacob’s news with frustrated faces. I worried for Jacob but he was safe with his cousin Melanie and his Auntie Ellie. Auntie Ellie had none of the postpartum symptoms that Mel had developed. I looked at her. She was deep in her book. Traci slid into the room like Kramer. She dragged Marina behind her.

“Nastya’s rounding up a group to unload the Frogbox.” Traci beamed. I looked at her. “Mistress Mel said I could bring a friend—”

“I did, you got Amanda?” Mel stood up and grabbed Charlotte’s hair. It wasn’t a rough tug but she pulled the Valkyrie to her feet and headed for the door. “C’mon pack mules, you can get your dick after your chores are done.”

“Mo-om!” Traci whined with a smile.

“God no.” Mel said pushing out the door. Charlotte turned to Traci.

“Don’t say stuff like that to the mistresses.” She warned. Traci looked sheepish. I almost lifted my hand to wave it off, it’s fine. I didn’t. I frowned. Let them take too big of reins and they wouldn’t have a small enough ego to excel with the customers.

I let the whores go but frowned as I sat down next to Amanda. She looked up.

“Something up?”

“I wanted her ego crushed.” I said hating myself. I rubbed her back. “What do you need?”

“I need you to get better.” She smiled. “Look.”

She flipped to the last three pages. The title: On the progress and happiness of His Imperial Mightiness Brian Caligula Tanner, First of His Name, Father of the Gods, Glory to His Name… Remember Glory? Played the Piano? Does Anyone Know When Glory Went? The title was a clear construct of Ellie’s. I smiled. We had had two Glorias over the life of Fuck Island with opposite sloping accents on the o’s. Neither were anywhere near second term girls. The pianist was name Gracie. It was good to know that not only guys fucked up the names of the girls they banged.

“I might be finished with the blackouts?” I read the first line. Estimation until next whitein—tomorrow morning. Estimation until next blackout—unpredictable. “It’s taken me less time to get rid of him than I figured it would take to get rid of me. I mean, he figured.”

“We don’t know yet. We can’t go up until you last through a sleep cycle.” She said.

“How are they monitoring us?”

“Data sent up from the clinic.” Amanda shrugged. “Why?”

“I’m not the only one gone a little stir crazy.” I said. “Mel’s up and down at a moment’s notice.”

“Well, on the bright side,” Amanda grinned, “If you’re as good as we think you are, Halloween was always her holiday.”

“So what?” I asked.

“Let’s go to the clinic and take samples.” She said.

“Oh you filthy minded nymphomaniac!” I grinned and she pinched me smiling. She had really mastered the art of pinching. I was twisting and flinching and escaping as quickly as I could. She pushed me out and into the hallway. We grinned as we hurried down to the clinic. Nastya was rolling the dolly in with Sisyphos and vitamins. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. I grinned to.

“Hey! The king’s back!”