The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I knew, better than most, that you could adapt to nearly anything given sufficient time. Still, two weeks of lunches in the small building cafeteria run by a middle-aged Chinese couple were as much as I could stand.

“That’s it!” I told the circle of naked onlookers with a shaky voice, “I’m going out for some real food today. Anybody want to join me?”

Jocelyn stared at me a moment before bursting into peals of laughter. “What? Tired of the artificial meat?” Olivia elbowed her, but she was smiling too as she extended a hand to help me ease myself off the “bronc.”

It was our name for the fiendish saddle-shaped device. That day it was fitted with a modest-sized artificial cock that all of us, even Logan, could accommodate without difficulty. The size wasn’t the point—as our instructor had told us any number of times, “anybody can sit on a penis.”

This one happened to be studded with sensors, as well as a few other things, and connected to a monitor sitting on the cart in front of it. Like Guitar Hero or Dance Dance Revolution, the general idea was to follow guidance flowing across the screen as closely as possible. The difference was that the variables were depth of insertion and the degree of pressure applied at different points on the cock. Also, feedback was supplied by way of pleasureful vibrations or small shocks.

The vibrating didn’t usually distract me or Olivia, unlike the others, but the shocks were a bitch no matter what state of mind you were in—I’d gotten shocked a lot that morning.

Somewhat to our collective surprise, I’d proven to be more adept than the others at this particular skill and had aced my runs on each of the previous two days. I’d looked forward to coasting again, but the evil man in charge had sprayed me.

That changed everything. For one, I sure didn’t need lubricant after that. For another, it was all I could do not just go crazy and fuck everything in sight. Each time I got something slightly right, the increased vibrations I’d ignored the previous days sent me into paroxysms of ecstasy that inevitably led to repeated shocks.

I looked glumly at the record of my performance after Olivia helped me to stand. At the end, I’d been raping the vibrator and it would have saved everybody time to just Taser me. I felt a little raw inside, but I knew the feeling would fade; the shocks weren’t that powerful—just painful.

“Not so easy this time, was it?” the instructor asked me. I sheepishly shook my head. “That’s how it’ll be with a client. There’s a reason not many sluts get sent to me. Still, if you apply yourself, I think we can expect to see some improvement.” He gave me a serious look that left me wondering if this was some of the special training Mr. Burns had mentioned. “Go. Enjoy your lunch. We’ll pick up with oral at one.”

“Well?” I asked my audience again.

“Hell, yes!” Logan grinned. “Anything but sweet and sour chicken, please.”

Di tossed me my tee-shirt. “You drive.”

Maybe I was more fucked up than I wanted to believe, I reflected as we climbed into the car. The situation felt like some demented version of Olivia’s soccer camps when she’d been younger. Logan road shotgun while the four girls crammed themselves into the back seat; it was tight, even in the fairly spacious SUV, but it didn’t seem to bother them. I didn’t think any of us had much notion of personal space any more.

All of were wearing our standard tee-shirts. They were not quite the same as the first day; somehow they’d all acquired “F U” in embroidered block letters. Actually, the prankster’s first attempt had been “FUCK U” but I’d flatly refused to wear it—even if I reluctantly appreciated the pun.

Logan had pulled on bulky cargo shorts that did a better job of covering his semi-erection than the skimpy shorts we (sometimes) wore in class. I was wearing my tailored Bermuda shorts; even after all I’d experienced, I didn’t need to be wearing skimpy hip-huggers with “STUDENT BODY” plastered across my butt.

I stifled a sigh as I put on my sunglasses and adjusted the air conditioning. Logan was just the sort of boy we’d always hoped Olivia would bring home someday, but he was in the front seat looking at me. I’d realized pretty early on he was always looking at me, at least when he wasn’t required to be focusing on something else. Nobody had said a word, but everybody knew he would have given me all the cock I wanted, anytime I wanted it. Luckily for us all, he was incredibly low key about it; the only cock I really wanted was my husband’s and that was an emotional rather than sexual longing.

Forcing my eyes forward and away from the rear view mirror, I sighed again, not caring that it only made my breasts, and Logan’s crotch, heave. The girls were laughing as Di described, in graphic detail, what she’d do if she ever got Justin Timberlake alone in a hotel room. It was moments like this that I understood what some collector had seen in Shannon. The surly recalcitrance she exhibited in class was gone, replaced with animation and a beautiful smile nearly the equal of Jocelyn’s.

If Logan was attracted to me, it was obvious Shannon was equally smitten by Olivia. The realization required no great deductive powers on anybody’s part, because she made no attempt to conceal her fixation. If we had team activities in class, Shannon inevitably found a way to pair up with Olivia. Any time Shannon had to strip, or display herself, or fuck, she made sure she was positioned in front of Olivia. If she showed any animation, it was an easy bet she was talking to or looking at Olivia.

Naturally, Shannon had contrived to be squeezed between Jocelyn and Olivia, to the point where she nearly was sitting on Olivia’s lap. She was leaning back into Olivia’s pillows and if the way Shannon had draped her hand to pin Olivia’s near her upper thigh looked casual, I didn’t believe it was accidental.

I didn’t think Olivia was a lesbian, or even had experimented with other girls, before this. She definitely wasn’t interested in anybody that way now, but it seemed a lot more than just friendship to me. I’d tried to discuss it with her, once, but I’d made a hash of it.

“She’s just a friend, Mom, and you know that’s all it’ll ever be,” Olivia told me, fighting not to let the smile I could see there escape. “If it makes Shannon feel more comfortable, why not? Hell, better her than the LFOP!”

“Please don’t swear,” I’d responded, knowing as I said it that it was ridiculous thing to say. I’d looked at Jose, hoping for assistance, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes. He’d had one of his bimonthly sessions with Alex the previous night. “Well, don’t get her hopes up, okay?”

So, now here we all were, headed for the food court at the mall. I knew who Logan and Shannon fantasized about, knew Di was so flexible she could lick herself and that Jocelyn loved anal, but had no idea what anybody liked to eat. I figured a place with lots of choices was a good place to start, and besides, we were dressed pretty casually.

Nothing bad happened while we were eating. We attracted attention of course, but I’d resigned myself to that and there were any number of other girls dressed almost as scandalously. I watched one or two stare longingly at our pastel hair. The boys tended to look at our breasts or the twitching asses of the girls when they weren’t seated. At one point, Logan nudged me with an elbow and nodded in the direction of a couple who obviously were looking for hidden cameras.

I realized I was having a good time. I really hadn’t been out in public for quite a while, what with the hospital stay and now classes. I still did grocery shopping late at night, and shopping for off-the-rack clothing was a waste of time. Not only was I out in the real world again, there wasn’t the thought of a stranger wearing a certain cologne hanging over my head.

“Let’s go shopping!” suggested Jocelyn after we’d all finished our meals.

I frowned, looking at my watch. Nobody else wore one.

“Oh, come on,” Shannon told me. “We have some time. Besides, what’s he going to do with all of us gone? Fuck himself?”

I flinched at the profanity, but it went unnoticed in the bustle of the food court. The others laughed. “Fifteen minutes,” I relented, remembering why Jose and I never had wanted more than two children; when they outnumbered you, you were in trouble.

Naturally, we gravitated straight to the sort of stores I’d always avoided when I’d been shopping with Olivia. There wasn’t enough time for them to make too much mischief. I passed the minutes idling looking at the trashy, overpriced apparel and watching Logan channel negative vibes at the employees who were spending too much time looking at me.

Olivia, still the good daughter, had the girls rounded up by the appointed time, although I decided I didn’t want to know what Di, Shannon, and Olivia were smirking about. Thankfully unburdened by any purchases, we headed back to the car.

The first thing I noticed about the van parked at the valet stand was the totally bizarre red and white checkerboard paint job. Jocelyn stopped dead in her tracks ahead of me and I had to rock up on my toes to keep from running into her. I was trying to figure out if she recognized the man walking towards us when she suddenly grabbed Olivia and I felt Logan embrace me from behind.

“Logan!” I exclaimed, more offended than scared. That was when the melange of cologne and perfume hit me. I barely had time to realize we were in trouble before I was tugging in the direction of the man, wanting him with every fiber of my being.

Logan released me, but my path was blocked by the struggling girls in front of me. Jocelyn was wrestling Di to the ground, and Shannon had latched onto Olivia like a limpet. Logan stepped past me and made an attempt to pry her fingers off my daughter. The man smiled at me, and it wasn’t a pleasant smile—not as if I cared at the moment.

The next bit happened quickly. “I’m okay,” Olivia gasped to her friend. “Help Mom!”

Almost faster than I could see it, Shannon whirled and planted a knee in Logan’s crotch with such force it left him bent over and gasping. What should have been a three-on-two with me and Olivia fighting to get into the van was suddenly a two-on-three with only one slut to herd to safety.

Olivia started moving towards the open door of the van, with me close behind her.

“No!“ Shannon screamed, her voice raw with betrayal. She tried to follow us, but the man blocked her progress. Forewarned by Logan’s fate, he was content to keep her at a safe distance and just stall for time. “Help! Rape!” she screamed.

Just when I thought we’d climb into the van and I’d be able to spread my legs for whoever was waiting inside, Olivia locked the door and slammed it closed.

“About fucking time,” the man snarled, his back still turned to us.

“Ooops!” chirped Olivia, leaving me to tug uselessly at the door of the van.

Evidently surprised at the sound of her voice, the man looked back at us and forgot Shannon just long enough for her to land a stiff kick to his balls. That apparently was enough for the driver, because the van screeched into motion, tearing the useless door latch out of my hands.

Jocelyn stopped struggling almost immediately. “Son of a bitch!” she yelled. “Stop it, Di! What the fuck!”

My head cleared rapidly, and I stared at the smudge of tacky paint on my palm. Moans from the men grabbed my attention.

“Jesus Christ, Shannon,” groaned Logan, “were you always a man-hater?”

“Oh shut up and stop whining,” she hissed. “I learned it in self-defense class. Now, can somebody give me some help subduing this gorilla?”

This time it was her turn to be distracted at a bad moment. A sudden elbow to the stomach knocked her off her feet at the same time the man made an explosive dash for freedom. He probably would have made it, too, but for Olivia’s cleanly executed soccer tackle that sent him sprawling. She hissed at the painful scrapes on her legs, but the sacrifice enabled me and Logan to reach him.

“Now what?” I wondered, feeling totally out of my depth. “People are starting to look at us.”

“Where were they two minutes ago?” Shannon wanted to know.

Logan snapped his fingers to get my attention. “Tanya! Give me your belt!”

I looked down at the decorative ribbon threaded through the belt loops of my shorts. With fingers shaking, I untied the ribbon and pulled it free, and then handed it to Logan. Displaying reassuring confidence, the teen pulled the man’s hands behind his back and lashed first his thumbs, and then his wrists, together. “C’mon; let’s get out of here!”

Di handed me the car keys and my purse; I hadn’t even realized I’d dropped them. Feeling like an idiot, I glanced around us and felt very conspicuous. My nervousness increased when I realized Logan didn’t intend to leave the man, but was hoisting him to his feet, keeping a firm grip on him.

Shannon had been looking around, too. “Dad!” she wailed, so loudly I jumped. “I can’t believe you got drunk so early! I am like totally humiliated! Mom, can we please just go home?” She stepped in to assist Logan, subtly leaning on the man so he staggered a step.

We were crowded closely enough together I realized the onlookers couldn’t see the man’s hands, and Shannon’s outburst had changed the atmosphere. People were shaking their heads and turning away, apparently trying to spare us some embarrassment. Running in this state was out of the question, so we settled for a fast shuffle in the direction of the car.

Thankfully out of sight of curious eyes, we stuffed him into the cargo area behind the seats. “Try anything and I’ll make you wish you’d never been born a man,” Shannon threatened him, looking chillingly convincing.

Logan insisted on staying in the back seat to keep an eye on things, so Jocelyn ended up sitting beside me as we pulled out of the parking deck. “It’s okay, Jocelyn, don’t worry,” I finally told her after about the tenth repetition of, “what was I doing?”

“How about, ‘what are we doing?’” Olivia chimed in from the back seat. “Careful!” Logan reminded her, “He can hear us.”

“Fuckin’ right I can hear you,” the stranger spoke up. My foot involuntarily goosed the gas pedal. “Nobody told me nothin’ about any of this. ‘Just help the blue-haired ones into the van,’ that’s what they told me. ‘It’ll be easy, and you can have fun with ‘em during the ride.’ Easy? Ha!”

Shannon looked like she was about ready to dive over the seat back. “Who? Who told you?”

“Not here,” Logan argued, and she looked like she might turn on him instead, but Shannon quieted under Olivia’s touch on her arm.

The confirmation of my fears perversely settled my nerves. Neither Mr. Burns nor I had been imagining anything—the attempt had been directed specifically at Olivia and me. Not only were we still free, we’d even captured one of the bad guys! I realized I was smiling and wiped the expression off my face before anybody else saw it.

I was more worried about getting back into the building; that turned out not to be a problem. The same group of scantily-clad sexpots that had departed earlier had returned, and apparently the anonymous figure among us, with Jose’s old windbreaker thrown over his head, didn’t raise any concerns.

We piled into the elevator and I punched the button for Mr. Burns’ floor without thinking about it. “Where are we going?” Logan asked calmly. That drew everybody’s attention to the lit button. “Not Mister—” began Jocelyn, but she was silenced by a chorus of “sssssh”s from the others.

Lauren looked up, nonplussed, at my appearance. Her expression steadily darkened as the rest of us emerged into the lobby and she took in our bedraggled appearance. “You can’t go in,” she told me as I started for the office doors. “Really! He can’t be disturbed right now!” There was a plaintive note in her voice I’d never heard before.

“Fine. We’ll wait,” I told her. After a minute, when it became clear I literally intended to stand there, Lauren screwed up her face and picked up the phone. The others stared at me like I’d sprouted wings or grown a third arm or something.

Perhaps five minutes and three phone calls had elapsed before the elevator chimed and disgorged our instructor, Mr. Jones, and another man I didn’t recognize. The lobby was starting to feel a little crowded at this point. The newcomers headed straight for the jacket-covered captive.

“How much has he seen?” Mr. Jones asked Logan, who seemed to be our designated jailer.

“Nothing since we put him in the car,” Logan proudly answered.

“Well, there’s that,” was the enigmatic reply. Mr. Jones nodded to his associate, who did something I couldn’t see. What I could see was our captive jerk and then collapse on the floor while the girls shrieked in surprise. “Don’t get all jumpy,” Mr. Jones said in exasperation. “It’s just a Taser; takes out some of the guesswork. We’ve got him now.”

A generous length of duct tape served to hold the windbreaker in place, and then the two men lifted him more or less to his feet and dragged him into the elevator. As soon as the door had closed, our instructor thumbed the call button to summon the other car.

“Okay, everybody, enough excitement for one day,” he said, his voice cutting cleaning through the confused babble. “Let’s get downstairs and get you all looked at. Are there any physical injuries other than Olivia’s legs?”

“I’m afraid to look,” Logan quipped, gesturing at his crotch. Shannon’s chin lifted just a bit. Logan looked up again, just in time to get sprayed in the face. He immediately relaxed into what I’d come to recognize as his highly suggestible state. Jocelyn started to protest but stopped mid-syllable as our instructor sprayed her, too.

“Listen, both of you,” he commanded. “You will remember everything that has happened to you. You will act on no commands you have received prior to this one. You will hear only my voice, and will obey everything I say, until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand these instructions?”

“Yes,” they chimed in eerie unison. Apparently satisfied, he sprayed both of them with neutralizer, and aimed a few bursts at Olivia and myself for good measure.

“Was that really necessary?” I asked him.

He shrugged. “We don’t know. Under the circumstances, I prefer to play it safe.” The elevator chimed and the doors to the second car opened. “Let’s go, everybody.”

I looked longingly at the office doors, but finally decided to go with the others.

“Not you, Tanya,” Lauren spoke up. “He wants you to wait here.”

That earned me a few more looks, but the only one I cared about was the concern on Olivia’s face. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Go get your scrapes cleaned up; I’m sure I’ll be down in just a few minutes.”

As the door closed, I heard Shannon’s voice. “Kiss my ass, Logan!” After a pause, “I was just checking. Sir, could you tell—” It was hard not to smile, and when I looked over at her, it seemed I might almost have caught Lauren smirking, too.

I debated about trying to take advantage of this sense of camaraderie, but just then the office door opened and Mr. Burns slipped out. “Lauren, please make sure our guests have everything they want. Tanya, walk with me.”

It wasn’t far past the elevator doors to the bathrooms, and when I hesitated outside the men’s room, Mr. Burns hauled me inside by the arm.

“What happened?” he asked brusquely, at the same time standing in front of a urinal and unzipping himself. “Come on, Tanya, you’ve seen it before. Talk! We don’t have all day.”

“We’re all fine, thanks for asking,” I snarked. “Look, we all went to the mall for lunch. On the way out, two men with a van tried to kidnap me and Olivia! Not only did we escape, we even captured one of them!”

My hopes for effusive congratulations died on the vine. “Yeah, now you’re guilty of kidnapping, you did it in front of witnesses, and you brought him here! What were you thinking? Never mind,” he added dismissively, “Stupid question. You weren’t.”

I followed his eyes downwards and realized my khaki shorts had a distinct dark patch in the crotch. “Damnit!” I shouted at him, my anger fueled by embarrassment. “What was I supposed to do? Let them take us?”

“Yes!” he shouted back. “That was exactly what you were supposed to do! Find out where they wanted to take you. Find out who they are. Learn something useful. Not jeopardize your cover, commit a felony, and then show a hostile operative our local base of operations. Jesus Christ! What could have gone worse?”

“It happened too fast to think,” I admitted, feeling a little cowed. “Anyway, surely you can question him?”

“Already happening,” he assured me with a sigh. “He’s probably low-level hired help who doesn’t know a thing. Now, what can you tell me that I won’t learn watching the same security footage every cop within 20 miles probably is viewing right now?”

“They knew us—all of us. The inside of the van was laced with my cologne, and Olivia’s perfume. Both Logan and Jocelyn started acting weird the second they saw the van, like they were working for them, and didn’t go back to normal until it drove off.” Mr. Burns frowned as I continued. “The paint job on the van was very distinctive, one of a kind, and fresh. Luckily, Olivia wasn’t affected like they expected, and I think they underestimated Shannon.”

“Yeah, I’ve wanted to kill her myself once or twice,” he admitted as he tucked himself away.

“Well, I owe her now,” I said reflexively, then frowned in turn as I realized it was true.

Mr. Burns moved over to the sink, still thinking it over. “Do you think they know Olivia wasn’t affected?”

“Maybe not,” I decided. “I don’t think the driver really had a clear view of her once we were up against the van, and the guy we caught wasn’t looking at us until after the door closed—right before Shannon kicked his balls up between his tonsils!” I lingered on that moment of triumph for a second before something he’d said earlier ruined it. “But I suppose the security cameras might show it pretty clearly.”

“Another reason to lose that footage fast,” Burns growled softly. “The witnesses won’t matter—they don’t know what they were looking at. But I don’t have time to screw around, and we have to assume there’s an insider working with them. It’s imperative we keep them guessing as long as possible. The first thing you do is find Olivia and make sure her shorts look like yours.” He pointed, just to make sure I got the picture.

“Then what?”

“Wait for them to try again. They will. Probably.” He tore off a length of paper towel with more force than was necessary.

“I’m afraid people are going to get hurt,” I admitted.

He froze, and looked at me like I was an imbecile. ”Hurt? We’ll be lucky if only a few people are killed—hopefully them, not us. I thought you understood that.” Mr. Burns yanked furiously at the door and headed back down the hall, leaving me staring fearfully at myself in the mirror.

“Fuck you!” I finally screamed, long after there was any chance of him hearing me. When I walked back to the lobby, Lauren was back behind her desk, brushing her hair. I silently pointed at the trail of semen decorating one ear and she flashed me a faint smile before wiping it away.

The elevator ride seemed to take forever. My mind raced, juggling fears, ignorance, and too many television dramas. Had the mole already noticed Olivia’s lack of arousal? If I just poured a little water on her shorts, would somebody test it and realize it was just water? If I or somebody else got them damp the “right” way, would DNA testing reveal the ruse? It seemed stupid, but I’d seen so many impossible things the last several months that it was hard to discount any possibility, no matter how seemingly remote.

I also didn’t know who to trust. On my own, I couldn’t do the job any better than Olivia could. It was natural to suspect our still-nameless instructor; who else knew we’d all be together, and had ready access to the compounds needed to program us? On the other hand, it appeared Mr. Burns still trusted him, and our abductors apparently hadn’t known about Olivia’s sabotaged addiction. Nobody had ever said anything about it, but my gut told me he knew—which implied he probably was still on our side. Or Mr. Burns’ side; I didn’t think anybody really was on my side.

When I finally made it to the conference room, nobody was there except Jocelyn and our instructor. “Where’s Olivia?” I asked, unhappy to interrupt Jocelyn but unwilling to wait.

She ignored me completely, continuing to recite in a low monotone, until he commanded her, “Stop. You hear nothing until I speak your name.”

Looking at her frozen there, like a living doll, make me uneasy. “Sorry, Sir,” I apologized, before repeating, “I was just looking for Olivia.”

He met my gaze gravely. “I understand, Tanya; no apology is necessary. I believe she’s next door having her scrapes cleaned.”

“Um.” I felt suddenly diffident, and Jocelyn’s motionless form wasn’t helping. “Can I borrow some ‘89 spray, Sir?” I knew the inventory numbers for our scents as well as I knew our birthdays.

“Borrow?“ he asked, eyebrows raised.

“Use,” I admitted. “Just one spray. It’s important.” I looked upwards, hoping he’d get the hint without my having to say more. I felt embarrassed that I still didn’t know what to call Mr. Burns.

He didn’t leave me hanging very long. “In the case on the sideboard; it’s unlocked.”

I opened the lid; the small case held space for a dozen vials. Some of the containers were empty, and two spots were vacant. I scanned the remainder, hesitating slightly at the sight of a label ending in “73,” but kept going until I found Olivia’s perfume. “Thank you, Sir,” I told him as I closed the case again.

“You’re welcome, Tanya,” he replied, surprising me. “Return it promptly. Jocelyn: you may continue.”

Her monotone voice sounded behind me as I moved down the hall and peered through the next doorway. The office contained only Logan, who sat quietly in a chair staring at the wall. The hair rose on my arms as I watched for a moment until I could at least see he was breathing.

Moving on, I heard low voices coming from the next office. “Really, it’s okay, Shannon,” Olivia said. Quiet as a mouse, I peered through the doorway, curious to see what was happening.

Olivia was sitting on a chair, and Shannon was kneeling on the floor in front of her. Scattered around them was the detritus from enough bandages, lotions, and tape to outfit a small urgent care center. Olivia’s lower legs were wrapped with gauze from ankle to knee, looking remarkably like the socks she wore to soccer games. Another large bandage peeked out beneath her shorts on one hip. Shannon was lightly rubbing some sort of cream on Olivia’s right foot.

As I watched, Shannon released the foot and leaned forward to plant a delicate kiss on Olivia’s knee. A moment later, instead of sitting back, she repeated the kiss a few inches further up Olivia’s leg.

“You know, Shannon, that doesn’t make me hot or anything,” my daughter said. Her tone was gentle but matter-of-fact.

Thank God, I told myself.

Shannon looked up at her. “It makes me hot, Olivia. You make me wet.”

Olivia looked back at her for a long moment. I had to bite my cheek to stifle a gasp when she spread her knees. “I don’t care; if you like it, go ahead.”

I realized wild horses wouldn’t be able to drag Shannon out of the room at that point, and I couldn’t afford to wait around indefinitely. I tried to think about it dispassionately while I watched Shannon’s kisses march upwards.

For all her rough edges and bad attitude, I probably trusted Shannon more than anybody else in our class—at least when it came to Olivia. A blind woman could have seen she’d crushed hard on my daughter. Also, distasteful as a lesbian encounter with Shannon might be to me, it wouldn’t be the first—or probably last—time for Olivia.

The alternative was to do it myself. I’d done far worse to my son, and I was prepared to do what was necessary, but I wasn’t too proud to try a different option if one was shoved in my face.

“Ew! Your locket smells like piss, Olivia.”

While I’d been lost in my thoughts, Shannon had worked her way up to Olivia’s cleavage. Everybody knew she always wore it, the same way we knew Jocelyn and Di had pierced navels and Shannon had a small red rose tattoo just above the crack of her ass. Normally nobody was close enough to smell it, or Olivia had them too distracted to notice.

I stepped further into the room before anybody could say anything more. Olivia saw me immediately, and her movement made Shannon look back over her shoulder.

Her claws came out immediately. “I was just taking care of her scrapes!” protested the brunette. The hand that had been holding Olivia relaxed and gently patted the bandage on her hip.

The image that came to my mind from Olivia’s childhood was too delicious to hold back. “Yes, kissing each one to make it better.” Maybe it was nerves, but I blurted, “I didn’t realize she’d gotten scraped in so many places!” before I could tell myself to shut up.

Olivia’s face flushed a bit, but not as much as I’d expected. Shannon more than made up for her lack of reaction. “Fuck you! I was just looking out for a friend, okay? And what’s it to you? Olivia’s old enough to make her own decisions, and we weren’t doing anything she didn’t want to.” I thought she might have run out of words, but she added, “At least she’s not out fucking over her own family!”

Sudden tears stung my eyes, and Olivia quickly sat up. “Shannon!” she protested, “that’s not fair!”

“Hush, both of you!” I pleaded, blinking rapidly. “We can trade recriminations later; there’s no time for this now. Shannon, I wouldn’t be saying this if I didn’t know you were her friend.” I hoped with all my heart I wasn’t making a huge mistake. “Olivia, we need to make sure nobody knows what happened at the mall.” Unwilling to say more, I brushed a hand suggestively across my shorts.

Olivia got it almost immediately. “Oh, shit! What do we do? Use water?”

I shook my head and showed her the spray.

That and the question did the trick for Shannon. “That’s right! You both leak like faucets... I didn’t think about it before—how did you keep control of yourself, Olivia?” She stared suspiciously up at my daughter.

I opened my mouth to warn them, but Olivia shook her head slightly before answering the question. “It’s a secret.” She leaned forward, closer to Shannon. “You helped us kick ass today; but this is really important. I could be trusting you with my life. Can I trust you with that?”

The girls’ heads were nearly touching. With Olivia bent forward and Shannon still kneeling on the floor between her legs and looking up, it looked almost like the brunette was worshipping my daughter. It was obvious to all of us what the answer would be. I took a few more steps while Shannon forced out, “Yes.” The single word was loaded with curiosity, annoyance, and passion in equal measures.

“Stand up for a moment,” I requested, wanting a better angle for spraying. Shannon looked at me as she rose to her feet, and the fire smoldering in her eyes startled me; it was clear she knew what was going to happen, and wanted it badly.

“Not on the shirt,” she stopped me, and quickly pulled it over her head. Her nipples looked like ruddy rocks atop her tits as she presented herself to me. Shannon’s voice had changed, lowering in pitch and softening.

It hurt to see her wanting so much. “You know it’s just chemical— there’s nothing real,” I reminded her, trying to be gentle.

She looked down at Olivia, who was playing with her locket. If Shannon’s face was an open book just then, Olivia’s was completely inscrutable. The brunette looked back at me. “It’ll be real for a few minutes. Enough for me, anyway. Go ahead.”

I gave her a single spritz, right on her bared chest. The clean floral scent rolled across my nose; it was attractive enough, but held too many bad associations for me to be pleased by it. We watched Olivia stand up, and I think Shannon still expected to be tackled, even after our hints and warnings.

Olivia moved right up to her, so close their breasts rubbed against each other. Olivia’s hand was curled around the locket, but instead of raising it, she closed her eyes and gently kissed Shannon on the lips. It didn’t last long, and looked chaste—at least by our standards—but I couldn’t say whether I or Shannon was more surprised.

“I just wanted to know,” Olivia whispered, and then, a little more loudly, “Don’t let me take off my shorts too quickly, okay?” Shannon remembered to nod after a moment, and then the locket came up and Olivia inhaled deeply.

Before the breath was done, those violet eyes had widened and were throwing off sparks of lust. The girls crushed together for another kiss, but this time I could see it was an open-mouthed attempt at aggressive mutual penetration that was reflected down the entire length of their bodies.

“Oh, fuck me, Shan!” Olivia gasped, trying to hump Shannon’s leg; she was a little too tall to make it work.

Shannon dropped a hand and began rubbing Olivia’s mound through her shorts. “You’re such a hot little slut,” she purred, but there was nothing in her voice except admiration. “Suck my tits—they’re aching for you.”

Spurred on by the words and teasing fingers pressing her shorts into her, Olivia stooped and fastened her mouth on Shannon’s nipple. The brunette threw back her head, eyes closed, in response to the sensation, but it was Olivia who started shuddering in an obvious orgasm a few seconds later. “Oh! Oh! You taste so good!” she gasped around a mouthful of slick boob. Panting heavily, she switched to its neighbor while Shannon continued stroking her.

I wanted to leave. Watching them felt wrong in some many ways, but I needed to make sure our deception was protected. Olivia climaxed again; I’d never seen her so turned on, even in class, and Shannon hadn’t even really touched her yet!

Shannon stopped teasing Olivia through her shorts and raised her fingers to her mouth. I could see the moisture on them before they disappeared between her lips. “Come on, Liv,” she suggested a moment later, “Let’s get naked—I want to taste more of you!”

It really seemed like things had gone far enough. That was the point where I realized I hadn’t brought the neutralizer with me. “Damnit, Tanya!” I scolded myself, while the oblivious girls quickly shed their clothing. I scurried out of the room and back down the hallway to the conference room.

I was a little taken aback to discover Jocelyn was talking normally with our instructor when I walked through the doorway. Both of them looked up at me. “I...” I paused, uncertain what to say.

“Thank you, Tanya; I’ll take that,” he told me, and held out his hand.

Reluctantly, I walked down the side of the conference table and dropped the spray into his waiting palm. He curled his fingers around it before Jocelyn could see the label, although she surely must have recognized what it was.

His other hand came up and sprayed me in the face. I blinked, but nothing happened. “I forgot to check you and Olivia after you arrived,” he not-quite-apologized. “Jocelyn is fine now. Could you show her where Logan is waiting, and then give Olivia a quick spray?” He handed over the neutralizer.

“Certainly, Sir,” I agreed, pleased with the way he’d finessed things. “Come on, Jocelyn; he’s right next door.” I was hoping to make a beeline straight back to Olivia and Shannon, but Jocelyn stopped me as soon as we made it into the hallway.

“I just want to apologize,” she told me earnestly. “I feel really bad about what happened. I’d never do anything to hurt you or Olivia, or any of the others, not if I could help it.”

“I know, Jocelyn. It wasn’t your fault,” I gently assured her. I fought back a sense of impatience, knowing this was important to her. “I didn’t do any better than you did, after all. The important thing is that we’re all fine. Are you okay?”

“Mostly,” she admitted. “I thought I’d be used to it by now, but it’s really unnerving realizing I’ve been programmed by people and not even remembering that it happened! I mean, with the sex, I kinda was doing that already,” she sheepishly smiled, and then turned serious again. “But this is just totally wrong! I’m glad we won!”

Jocelyn darted forward unexpectedly and gave me a quick hug. I gave her a brief squeeze in return, and then we broke apart. “Well, go help Logan and maybe we can learn something,” I suggested. It boggled my mind that she could take the sex so casually, or perceive any distinction between forced prostitution and forced kidnapping. Sometimes Jocelyn just seemed so ... blonde.

As soon as she walked into the office where Logan waited, I scurried down the hall. I found the girls tangled on the floor sixty-nining each other. Olivia’s head was towards the doorway, and as I watched, her long tongue extended to tease nectar from Shannon’s swollen pussy like a butterfly visiting a flower.

I knew it was no use trying to break them up in Olivia’s aroused state, so I just knelt and gave her a quick spray. The tongue retreated like a startled animal and I literally could see awareness flow back into Olivia’s eyes. Shannon evidently felt the change, because she sat back slightly and moaned, “ooooohhh,” in disappointment.

Olivia colored slightly as she looked at me, but then fixed her attention again on Shannon’s bared and glistening lips. I was shocked when she extended her tongue again, and Shannon jumped as if it were the bronc and not warm flesh contacting her sensitive button.

She got into it quickly enough, even before Olivia brought up a finger to assist with the stimulation. “Oh fuck, yeah! Oh, Liv!” were the last coherent words I heard from Shannon. Olivia’s hand sped up, and her tongue darted deep inside the brunette’s slit, and then stayed there.

I couldn’t tell what she was doing, but it must have been good, because Shannon started trembling and panting like she’d run a marathon. “Oh! Oh, God, Liv, you are not doing that!” Shannon’s voice suddenly shifted from disbelief to uncaring delight. “Oh, fuck me, you little slut! You’re gonna make me cum! Oh shit, yes! Oh! Fuuuuuuuuck!“

Olivia was still blushing as she withdrew her tongue and hand, and I sat down hard. I couldn’t believe she’d done it. Shannon whirled around and gave Olivia a great big wet kiss. “Liv, you slut! I can’t believe you found my G spot! How the hell did you do that?” She realized Olivia wasn’t responding, and sat up, still straddling her. ”Why did you do that?”

That was a question I wanted to hear the answer to. Olivia’s blush deepened, but she kept her eyes focused on Shannon’s face. “I knew you were close,” my daughter slowly replied. “It didn’t seem fair to leave you hanging. I knew you wanted it, and—well, I didn’t mind.”

Shannon smiled and echoed, “Well, I didn’t mind, either.” She absentmindedly caressed Olivia’s breasts, but frowned when her fingers encountered soft nipples that reflected a complete lack of arousal. “This doesn’t get you off at all?”

Olivia tried to make a joke of it. “No. But I got off plenty, earlier.” She squirmed a bit. “Can you get up? I think I’m getting squished.”

The brunette stood up and offered Olivia a hand up. Both of them glistened here and there with perspiration, saliva, and vaginal secretions, but they were still attractive. Olivia had an unworldly artificial look that said “Fuck-Me Barbie” every time I saw it, but frankly Shannon had never looked better. Every line of her body radiated confidence and contentment, and she stood very close to Olivia, still holding her hand.

I saw with a pang that Olivia didn’t seem upset to have Shannon so far inside her personal space. If I’d read in her body language what I saw in Shannon’s, I probably would have had a heart attack. Couldn’t the prickly girl have chosen somebody else to fixate on? I sighed and climbed to my feet, unassisted. “Come on, girls. We’d probably better see what’s going on.”

“Honey?” I asked on the drive home.

Olivia looked over at me, eyes unreadable behind her sunglasses. “What?”

I struggled for how to phrase what I wanted to say. “Are you okay with Shannon? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you know.”

Her mouth twisted, and she laughed, sort of. “It seems like I want to do everything, doesn’t it? That still doesn’t mean I have any choice. Shan’s the least of it.”

I still wasn’t sure when they’d become “Shan” and “Liv,” but for a change, the threat Shannon represented wasn’t what was on my mind. “I understand. But, Olivia, what made you decide to, well, kiss her?”

“She’s nicer than you give her credit for,” Olivia responded, surprising me. “I couldn’t have broken things up this afternoon by myself. It’s not like I want to fuck her or anything like that, Mom. It’s just—I’ll never be a normal girl, and I’ll never have a normal life! Can’t I just have a friend? Can’t I pretend, once in a while?”

Shaken, I didn’t pursue the conversation after she turned to look away from me out the window for the rest of the drive. Maybe I’d been too focused on myself.

“Are you ever coming to bed?” Jose asked. He lay on the bed, DVR remote in hand, waiting for me to emerge from the bathroom. Watching TV together was about as good as it got in our screwed-up household these days, but I was determined to try and change things up.

“Right now!” I assured him, hitting the light so only the soft glow of the television suggested my silhouette between the cotton baby doll. I wondered how long it would take him to notice the change. “Do you like it?” I asked, twirling once.

“You know you’re a stone cold fox,” he replied, but I could tell it was his analytical side talking, and not the lover I’d married. “Hey!” Jose suddenly yelped, and we both watched his organ stir in his boxers. “I can’t believe it! What happened?” He looked up from his burgeoning erection with hope in his eyes.

I hated to do it, but I didn’t want to begin this night with another deception. I unfastened the shoulder ties on the nightie and let it slide noiselessly to the floor. Alex’s briefs hung on my hips, gaping so wide at my waist they looked ridiculous, but I’d pulled them out of his special air-tight laundry hamper and the crotch was heavily permeated with his scent.

“Let me be your wife tonight,” I told my husband, my heart in my throat, but he was already tearing at his pajamas. Most of my Jose was buried beneath the mindless lust that had pumped his cock to the hardness of wrought iron. I climbed onto the bed, facing away from him, and wriggled my derriere to attract his attention.

The artifice was completely unnecessary. Jose slammed himself into me with a single brutal thrust that buried his cock inside my rectum at the same time it drove my face into the covers. His large hands nearly encircled my waist as he hauled me back to my knees so he could ream my back door again.

It didn’t hurt—my surgically-enhanced anus was nearly as adaptable as my vagina, and I’d taken care to lube it—but there was no particular physical pleasure, either. The warmth I felt was just the emotional bond between my husband and me, reaffirmed by our first physical intimacy since I couldn’t remember when.

“Oh, fuck,” Jose grunted in my ear, “how does it feel to take it like a man, Tanya?” He grappled momentarily between my legs like he was reaching for a penis that wasn’t there; fingers brushed the small patch above my dry slit before disappearing again. “You’re tighter than my little Alex-slut, but this isn’t your first cock, is it?” He leaned back a little, almost lifting me from the bed.

I felt a little conflicted. On the one hand, my beloved husband was fucking me for the first time in far too long, even if it was in the ass. On the other hand, I didn’t like being compared to our son in this context, even if it sounded like I was coming out ahead. “Come on baby, fill me up with your cum,” I urged him, and tried to clamp down harder on his organ.

“Fuck, yeah,” panted Jose, “Keep doing that! Oh yeah, baby. I think I can feel your shit!” His voice rose and he slammed against me several times so hard I could feel my teeth click. Suddenly his penis surged inside me and I could feel jets of sperm erupting into my rectum.

I’d barely caught my breath when Jose pulled out of me and crouched down. I felt his breath, warm against the crack of my ass, and I thought he might rim me, but he sat on the bed beside me instead. “I’m sorry, Babe,” he sighed, sounding morose, “but you just don’t smell right. It’s too, I dunno, sweet or something. Maybe if you blow me?”

I rolled over on my side and looked at him. His cock was already nearly flaccid, and even if the light was too poor to really see anything, I knew where he’d been. “Do you really think it would help?” I wasn’t enthusiastic, but I’d been relatively clean.

Jose blew out his breath. “Probably not. Alex is just such a little cocksucker it’s easy to fall into a rut.” He shook his head. “I mean, the way he devours me like he’s starving, and then his tongue smells like his ass, and I just can’t wait to plow him again.” It was easy to imagine the haunted look in my husband’s eyes, even if I couldn’t seem them clearly. “I’m sorry, Tanya; I just can’t help myself.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” I told him. “I’m the one who got us all into this mess.” It was tough to swallow around the sudden lump in my throat.

“Hey, Baby, don’t cry,” Jose crooned, pulling me close and stroking my hair. “We’ve gotten this far; don’t give up on us now.” Perversely, his reassurance just brought me closer to tears.

“I love you.” I pulled the nearly forgotten underwear off my ankle and used it to wipe off Jose’s cock; it didn’t take long, but he was quivering and breathing rapidly by the time I finished. When I heard him whisper, “Alex,” I knew I’d have to use my fallback plan. I wriggled free enough to reach the purloined spray sitting on the nightstand, and gave the soiled briefs a light spritz.

Jose caught his breath immediately and his cock went limp almost as quickly. “Oh shit,” he hissed. “Again?”

“It’s okay,” I reassured him. “I’ll be back in just a second—don’t go anywhere!” I scampered to the bathroom and dumped the underwear down the laundry chute, and then hurried just as quickly back to bed. I slid into the bed next to him and asked, “Just hold me.”

He wriggled a little closer and spooned me. I moved his hand so it cupped a breast and felt it grip me tentatively before relaxing. My lips curved into a tiny smile and I closed my eyes.

I was a slut caught in corporate intrigue I didn’t understand, a lesbian was hitting on my daughter, and my husband and son were asshole buddies. Maybe there wasn’t anything traditional about it, but we were still a family. As long as I had anything to say about it, we’d stay one.