The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Interlude

“What’s up my freakazoids!? It’s Ya Boi, the Loudmouthed Leviathan, Doctor Kraken! Today we’re comin’ at’cha from Bacchanal Bay on beautiful St Lucia in the Caribbean!”

“It’s the biggest adults-only resort on Earth—almost thirty square miles of grown up fun in the tropical sun! It’s rides, drinks and fucking as far as the eye can see! Leave the kids at home—it’s time for mom and dad to play!”

“And Ya Boi is giving you an exclusive, all-access tour of the park, with the founder and CEO, Krystallo Orfanos! It’s all up next after a word from our sponsor!”

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Being wealthy has its advantages. Violet chartered a plane from Sea-Tac to Hewanorra airport, and by sundown they were checking into the Elysium Suites, a wildly luxurious vision of ancient decadence, all marble and purple velvet, mock amphorae along the walls depicting rather risque versions of Greek myth. A waterfall poured from the third floor, filling the cavernous lobby with white noise.

Zoey squeezed Dom’s arm as they checked in. “None of this is familiar to you?”

“I’m sorry sweetie, but no. I’ve never been here in my life—I’d remember a place like this.”

There was sadness in her eyes. “We had such a lovely time. I don’t like that it wasn’t true.”

He squeezed her hard, tickled her beneath the ribs, which brought back her smile.

“We’ll have twice as much fun this time, I promise. I’m in no rush to tear down the walls—this Orfanos lady might be ok and we’re certainly in no position to point fingers at people changing things. We’re just gonna… have a look around, kick the tires.”

“If we happen to have a few drinks, enjoy a few rides, give the beds a good test—well, that’s all part of the job.”

Lola squeezed between them, wrapping an arm around each spouse.. “Yeah, we’re gonna search for clues, question suspects, the whole nine yards!” She turned her head back to Violet. “I’m gonna be Sherlock Holmes, but with better tits! What do you say, Watson?”

Violet smirked. “I’ll order you a deerstalker cap immediately, Mistress… though perhaps not the intravenous cocaine.”

“You’re no fun. Speaking of no fun, we should probably have dinner with Dave before we… retire. He was kinda grumpy on the flight.”

Zoey poked Lola in the breast, gave her a stern look. “He asked you very politely not to fellate Nicky, but you did it anyway. You need to be more considerate of his feelings.”

“Fiiiiiiine. I’ll be good—for Master’s sake.” Lola harrumphed dramatically. “Next thing you know, I’ll have to wear clothes…”

The five of them were soon in the steakhouse. Violet knelt at her Mistress’ side, arms dutifully bound, while Lola argued with the waiter. “Miss, it’s simply impossible—I cannot serve her meal on the floor! The health inspector would skin us alive!”

“I’m not asking you to serve it on the floor! Serve it on a plate on the floor! Big difference. What happened to the customer is always right?”

Dave gave Dominick a pleading look. Dom sighed and put a hand up. “Lola, leave the poor waiter alone. Violet, please join us at the table—we gotta do as the Romans do for a while.”

“Greeks, Mr Vasquez. The Roman style would have more frescos.” Violet gave him a smirk as she took a seat. “Though Bacchus was the Roman name for Dionysus, so who knows?”

After that the meal went without issue. They split a few bottles of excellent red, ate and speculated.

Saying goodnight to Dave, Violet and the Vasquezes had a quick fuck and got to bed early. They woke at 7, fucked in the shower and headed to breakfast. Dave was waiting for them, nursing a diet coke and working intently at his laptop. Lola arrived a few minutes behind the group.

“Sorry. It takes me a long time to put on sunscreen.” She sat next to Dave, his eyes locking onto the laptop. “Whatcha got Dave?” She looked at his haggard expression. “Did you get any sleep?”

“Sleep is for the weak.” He tapped a few times, turned the screen to face Lola. She snickered, snorted, then full on laughed.

“The firewalls are using the default password?”

He nodded, a wicked smile on his face. “Oh, not just the firewalls. The wireless access system, point of sale terminals, backend switches—and security control.” Dave turned to the others. “I have damn near complete control of the whole fucking system. Apparently Krystallo Orfanos didn’t wish for a competent IT team.”

Lola turned Dave’s chair to look him in the eyes. “Tell me you brought the card writer…”

“Oh I brought the card writer.” He pulled a handful of white plastic cards from his pocket. “Full superuser access.”

She put a hand behind his head and kissed him, lips parting. “God I fucking love this hacker shit.” Dave turned beet red as he pulled away.

Zoey put a hand up. “So… we can open doors in the park?”

“Oh babe, we can do anything we want in the park.” Lola’s eyes were full of mischief. She gestured at the fiercely blushing tech. “And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Dave, and Hell followed with him.”

“Wow, well done.” Dom nodded, impressed. “Does this change the plan at all?”

Dave shook his head. “Not for me. I’m gonna stay back in the hotel and run support.”

“Mistress and I will start at Hades’ Halls, while you and Mrs. Vasquez begin at Poseidon’s Plunge.” Violet spread the little map out, pointing to opposite ends of the massive park. “We act casual, enjoy ourselves, but keep our eyes open for trouble. If all goes well, we meet at Elysium Fields for dinner—Mr Ashcroft included—and discuss our findings.”

An hour later, Dom and Zoey were moving through the throng of Poseidon’s Plunge, the waterpark section of the resort. Dominick was in his blue swim trunks, towel over his shoulders, while Zoey was in a flowery bikini with a gauzy sarong and a floppy hat.

The crowds were already dense at 10am, queueing for the myriad rides and slides. At the center were four vast pools surrounded by “the world’s largest lazy river,” and hundreds of men and women were splashing around, lying on inner tubes or just soaking up the sun.

And quite a few of them were nude. Generally the older guests, but folks of all ages were taking advantage of the Plunge’s ‘clothing optional’ policies.

“I feel overdressed,” Dom joked.

Zoey gave him a saucy look. “You could fix that, if you’re not a chicken.”

“Let’s hit a few slides first.” She wrinkled her nose at him, but didn’t press the matter. They locked up their bags and lined up for a doubles’ tube ride. It was a beautiful Caribbean fall day, warm without being hot, a gentle breeze coming in from the east.

As they waited, several of the Bay mascots wandered by—big cartoon Greek gods made of cloth and foam with googly eyes. There was Bacchy (God-Mascot of Wine), Dotty (Goddess-Mascot of Love), Hermes (Messenger God-Mascot), and Poppy (Wife of Hades, and Goddess-Mascot of Goth Chicks).

Zoey squealed all the way down the tube slide, laughing and whooping as they raced. As they splashed into the unloading zone, she jumped up and half-dragged Dom from the tube. “More! More!” He beamed at his lovely wife—Dom lived for her joy, for Lola’s joy. Maybe this place was ok.

They spent the morning up and down the slides, Zoey hauling her happy husband around like an excited kid. She finally ran out of steam around noon, and they grabbed tacos and margaritas for lunch, watching the people go by.

“You were right, Nicky. I’m having twice as much fun this time.” Zoey took Dom’s hand, eyes filled with delight. “I wish you were there before, but I’m glad you’re here now.” They shared a long kiss, Zoey’s hands in Dom’s hair. When Dom pulled away, she was still staring at him—but there was another look in her eyes.

“Come on, it’s time for a dip.”

A minute’s walk brought them to Eros’ Grotto, the smallest pool at the heart of the Plunge, a quiet and discreet place away from the noise all around. Zoey had her arm around Dom’s waist as she led him to the entrance. “Ok mister, time to fix that overdressed feeling.” She started to untie her bikini. “No clothes in the Grotto—rules of the house.”

Indeed, the sign above the entrance warned that it was a fully nude space. Dom hesitated for a moment—but Zoey darted through the entrance, naked and smiling. She stuck a hand around the corner, and curled her finger for him to follow. His shorts were gone in a moment and he was inside.

They paused at the showers to rinse off, Zoey’s long hair clinging to her back. “You know, this is very freeing—I see why Lola goes around like this.”

Dom snickered. “She just does it to show off. Not that I’m complaining.”

“Well, she’s got a lot to show off. Way Lola tells it, she turned herself into your ideal woman.” Zoey pressed herself against Dom, hands gripping his butt, voice playful. “Would you say she’s your ideal woman?”

Dominick leaned down and kissed her. “One of them.”

“Good answer.”

They headed inside, Dom absently using the hand sanitizer station. “Nicky!” He turned to look at her, only for a jet of… not sanitizer… to cover his hands. “What the hell?”

“Sweetie, that’s astroglide.” He stared at her, baffled. “I suggest you look at the vending machine.”

Dom turned to actually look at the thing. “For Lovers” was printed on the top, and there was a small cup dispenser beside the lube canister—along with a variety of condoms and dental dams.

Beyond the final doorway, beneath a black translucent canopy, dozens of couples were having sex. On their towels, on the beach chairs, in the pool itself—the whole space was filled with lovers, moaning and thrusting without an ounce of shame.

“Come on Nicky, let’s not waste that lube.” Zoey strutted to an open chair, lay back and spread her legs. Dominick rubbed the astroglide into his cock and joined her. “Happiest place on Earth,” she murmured as he entered her. He thrust deep and slow, her legs wrapped around him, eyes fluttering. Zoey gripped the chair slats above her head and started pushing, driving herself on Dom’s dick, speed increasing as the minutes went by.

He leaned in, kissed Zoey deep, and wrapped his hands behind her neck. Dom pulled her up into the lotus position, drawing a deep moan from both of them, and she started riding as they kissed, bodies pressed tight. Dom’s breath grew ragged, orgasm mounting, and Zoey’s babbling meant she wasn’t far behind.

Dom shifted again, laying back and letting Zoey ride cowgirl. She rode fast and hard, running her fingers through Dominick’s chest hair. The words left her, and she simply moaned and whispered—then a cry of pure delight as she climaxed, leaning forward on her hands as she slumped in release. Dom held Zoey’s hips and thrust, and was soon groaning himself as he filled her.

They lay side by side, panting and kissing in the open air. Zoey put a hand to Dominick’s cheek, content and beautiful in the sunlight.

“We should get an annual pass.”