The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Hailey sighed, pursed her lips, and blew a strand of hair out of her face. It was two in the morning and dead at the Paxton, Pennsylvania McDonald’s of I-75. Hailey adjusted the hair back into her paper hat. She could hear Billy in the back counting the left over patties.

“God, what a loser.” She muttered to herself, and leaned her chin down on her elbow. Hailey was a sophomore in high school, a dark pixie-esque brunette. She thought it might be a good idea to make some extra money this summer, maybe enough to get up to New York, and go clubbing, at least leave this hick town, but now she was beginning to regret it. She hadn’t seen a customer in hours and was dying of boredom.

Billy was technically her manager, but being as he was seventeen, and a dork, it was pretty easy to manipulate him with some pouting and batting of the eyelashes. But now she was beginning to regret having Billy do all the work. Even work might be better then sitting hear listening to crickets.

Suddenly, Hailey’s headphones bleeped. A car was pulling up to the drive-through. Finally, Hailey grinned, a customer.

“Billy, we got a customer.” She yelled and ran to the window. The car that pulled up to the window was beautiful. A black Porsche with tinted windows. Hailey whistled as the windows rolled down to reveal a middle age man in sunglasses. “I just want a soda pop,” said the man. “With plenty of ice.”

“Sure thing.” Said Hailey. She filled up a cup, and began to hand it through the window. The man reached with a credit card and his hand brushed hers. Hailey felt a bolt of electricity as he touched her, but that wasn’t what made her yelp.

In the seat next to him was a teenage girl; naked except for a pair of panties she had pulled to the side, so that she could busily frig herself.

“Like what you see.” Said the man. He looked old enough to be the girl’s father. “She’s a hot little piece of jail bait isn’t she? Of course for you, she’d be completely legal.”

The man laughed as the girl whimpered and bit her lower lip. She was looking right at Hailey with eyes that were terrified, but aroused. Hailey was panting; why was it so hot inside this McDonald’s?

Even through the glasses, she could tell the man was staring her up and down. Her body spiked with fear. She could hear Billy still counting in the back.“I changed my mind,” Said the man, I think I want a double whopper. How about you come here.”

She didn’t know why she was doing this. Well, she did know why. Something about the way he leered at her sixteen year old body and talked to her like she was his personal whore was turning her on. He looked like he was in his thirties, and not the most attractive guy she had ever seen, but he seemed to ooze confidence, and there was that smell…that smell of sweat and car engines. It seemed to waft from his body and permeated everything.

Her body felt like it was holding a high fever. Sweat dripped from around her McDonald’s headband. Her pink little nips ached as they drilled through her bra. She bit her lip. There was something so masculine and stern about him. She had to do what he said. She didn’t want to get into trouble.

“Yes sir.” She breathed, and awkwardly crawled out the drive-in window and into his car. The intercom system that was strapped to her forehead snapped off and hung swinging from the window. As she crawled through the driver side window and over Sir’s body (she could not help but think of him as Sir) she could feel her body brushing against his groping hands. The side of her breasts brushing against his chin as he pulled her across him. She crawled until she was sitting in the middle of the seat, her legs straddling the drive shaft. That peculiar aroma seemed even more intense inside the car where it mixed with the smell of hot, wet pussy.

She could feel the naked outer leg of the little slut sitting next to her as it pressed against hers. The girl’s chest was flushed from over-heating and embarrassment. Saliva and pre-cum were hanging quivering from her chin and dripping down onto her bony chest and b-cup breasts. The girl’s face was flushed.

As they drove out of the McDonald’s parking lot, the strange girl absently stroked her pussy making Hailey incredibly uncomfortable. She turned towards Mr. Reid. His dick lay flaccid on the side of his lap. She could see grey hairs nestled in his pubes. She wondered how long it would take Billy to realize where they were going.

“Uh, where are we going, Sir. “

He looked at her in annoyance. “How about we leave the questions for the grownups. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind getting acquainted. After all, now that you too are apart of our little harem, you’ll probably be bunking together for now. Kitten, how about you get to know Hayley more intimately. The girl called Kitten crawled into Hayley’s astonished lap reached with both of her small hands, and looked her in the eye. Her green eyes shown with lust and Haley could feel her heat through her jeans. Haley had fooled around with her girlfriends, but would never consider herself bi. The girl reached in to kiss her and Hayley tilted her head. Some part of her was still resisting what was happening. She knew that she would probably do anything her new master told her to do, his presence was just so… strong. But this slut was another matter. Kitten pressed her wet mouth up to Hayley’s ear and whimpered.

“Please don’t struggle. Mr. Reid says he’ll let me cum as long as I do everything he says. Please,” she whined, “I need to cum. He won’t let me cum.”

Kitten started placing small wet kisses down the sides of Hayley’s face and neck. Hayley moaned into her hair as Kitten reached up and squeezed both of her pert teenage breasts through her uniform. Kittens placed her lips against Hayley and whispered into her throat.

“Please, Pretty please, can you take your shirt off. I want to get to know you better like Daddy said I should.” Kitten’s lips tasted like bubblegum and Hayley could feel Kitten’s nipples, the shape and hue of raspberries, brushing against her chest. Hayley was breathing deeply. She was horny and if Kitten’s daddy said it was all right to play…

Thirty minutes later, Hayley shirt was pulled over her head and Kitten’s tongue was deep within her mouth. She gave a low moan and reached up to cup Kitten’s breasts in her hands. They were going to be the best friend’s. Like sisters, she could hear the man saying as he drove. Kitten had tore at Hailey’s clothes like a wild cat. For the first time in her life, Hailey felt another girls lips and teeth around her nipples, and Hailey’s pussy dampened as Kitten hooked her thumb and dragged her jeans down her kicking legs. Now both girls were naked except for their panties and socks and Kitten pivoted, sitting back in the passenger seat pulling Hailey until she straddled her lap. From the that point on, the rest of the night, was a blur of erotic sensation, wetness, and heat, as Hailey wiggled and whimpered on top of her new girlfriend.

Unbeknown to the two girls frantically pulling clothes off and licking and biting each other, Mr. Reid pulls out a digital recorder and began recording.

“Testing of Pheromone Gamma three success. New behavioral emergence in Object 17. Object 17 shows desire for bonding with other objects in bisexual -submissive patterns. Marked contrasted from Pheromone Beta, which caused general states of sexual competitiveness amongst objects. Possibly due to higher secretions of Ocytocin within the pre-frontal cortex. And…” Mr. Reid looked at his new girl now busily suckling at Kitten’s B-cup breasts. “I picked up a new object along my way home from the NSA. I will be depositing both Object 17 and now Object 18 at the academy for further indoctrination.”

Hayley moaned as another orgasm overtook her.

Hayley woke up, curled in the fetal position, in the back seat. Images from the night before swayed and beckoned in her head. They had stayed up most of the all-night drive performing for Mr. Reid by sixty-nining in the back seat. Occasionally they would take turns crawling into the front seat to give Mr. Reid road head. Hailey blushed as she remembered her first time with a cock in her mouth. Kitten, as Hayley was beginning to affectionately think of her as, had stuck her head over the seat to give her pointers.

The man, Mr. Reid, Hailey corrected had possessively run his hands through her hair as she clumsily drooled over his cock. She remembered the embarrassment mixing with a bizarre need to prove to her master that she was a woman, and that she deserved to be owned. She had fallen asleep curled up with Kitten in the back seat, as her master drove south.

Somebody had thrown a coat over her naked body while she slept. She leaned up, rubbing her eyes. The car was parked on the side of some rural highway. Her master was in the front seat. The door was open and his legs were sticking outside the car. Kitten was kneeling outside on the cement between his legs. Her hands were behind her back. Mr. Reid had both hands on the sides of her head and he was busily slamming his cock into the back of her throat. Kitten was gurgling and a long line of spit was dripping from her face to the sidewalk below. The man shuddered and began to cum in Kitten’s mouth. Hailey remembered last night again and the first time she tasted come in her mouth. The man had made her swallow the cum. He had told her that she would get use to the taste.

As the man walked around to the other side of the car, Kitten quickly leaped into the backseat, her naked body twisted over the head cushions, as she fell into Hailey’s lap. She grabbed Hailey’s head and began to kiss her. Hailey gasped in shock as Kitten pushed Mr. Reid’s cum into her open mouth.

Kitten ended her long French kiss and rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand. “I wanted to share,” She giggled. Hailey couldn’t help but smile at her infectious attitude.

“O.K. Sluts” Said Mr. Reid from the front seat, “Get your clothes on. No panties or Bras though. We’re about to stop somewhere.”

“You want a breath mint,” Kitten giggled as she reached for her purse.

Mr. Reid drove onward listening to rock music while Hailey and Kitten cuddled in the backseat. Kitten talked about how she was a high school junior before she met Mr. Reid. Hailey was surprised when she found that Kitten had gone to the same school as her, back before the abduction.

“I was hanging out in the mall with my friends.” whispered Kitten. “They left me to go up to the food court. When I turned around Mr. Reid was there. The next thing I know I’m following him to a change room. He’s the age of my dad, a stranger, and I’m showing off for him, all of my panties that I bought. I got down on my knees, only in panties with the tags still in them, and gave my first blowjob. Then he fucked me from behind against the mirror. That was how I lost my virginity. To a guy I had met thirty minutes before.”

“How is he doing this?”

“I don’t know. He has some sort of drug or something. I think it’s like a virus. All he has to do is touch you and you like become his personal slut. The weird thing is I’m starting to get used to it. I used to cry thinking how I would never see my mom again, but now all I think about is how nice it is to be owned by someone and be there slave, and how nice it is to have their dick in me. You know, it’s like I want to be a part of this fantasy where I’m somebodies object.”

Hailey shivered at this. She was already wondering what it would feel like to have Mr. Reid pull her legs apart, take her virginity, and make her his property.

Kitten could see the story was having an effect on Hailey. Her nipples were poking out from the t-shirt Mr. Reid had let her put on. She reached over and began to pinch Hailey’s nipples as she whispered in her ear. “Somehow, he had convinced me to get into the car with him. Fifteen minutes later we were in a hotel room and Mr. Reid bent me over a desk chair and relentlessly fucked me. He fucked me all night in that cheap hotel room and made me do all kinds of things that only porn stars did. He spanked me, made me give his balls a tongue bath, made me lick his asshole. He fucked my asshole while I cried and begged, made me masturbate while begging him to fuck me, made me call him daddy and say that I was a bad little girl for being so slutty. “

As she said this Hailey was beginning to breath heavily as Kitten’s hands roamed her body. Soon there tongues were dancing together as Kitten’s hand trailed underneath Hailey’s shirt.

“He has some kind of power. Some kind of aura that radiates off him. He started to talk to me and all of my priorities shift. I get super horny and and have to—worse want to—do everything he says.”

She turned and looked at Hayley. “It’s weird. There’s like two sides to me. There’s the rational side. The side that knows this whole thing is crazy. That knows all I got to do is start screaming or leap out the car door, or at the very least have a nervous breakdown. And then there’s this other side, this more powerful side that is still 100% me, that wants to be his perfect, obedient slave girl.”

Kitten turned and looked out the window at the miles of roadside attractions flying by. “I was the good girl in school. The kid whose mom had the honor roll sticker on her back window. And now I’m bisexual, half-naked slut whose been willingly being kidnapped and fucked by a guy her dad’s age. I can’t even tell if my desire for you is real. If I’m doing this because I need someone to be there with me, or because he’s somehow made want girls now.

Hailey reached forward and wrapped her arms around her and kiss the tears falling from Kitten’s checks. Soon, the salty taste of Hailey’s tears mixed with her own.

It was three hours and several orgasms later, when they finally arrived at their mysterious destination. Mr. Reid refused to tell the girls anything, and any questions on their part resulted in a reprimand and a spanking. Mr. Reid couldn’t provided the punishment, of course, so the task would fall to the one of the girls. Even though Hailey was now fast friends with Kitten, it was terrifying how one order from Mr. Reid, and she would push her over onto her stomach, roll her panties down her legs, and proceed to spank her firm ass cheeks, and Kitten would likewise do the same to her.

There seemed to be no limit to Mr. Reid’s control, he could make her do anything, even turn against her best friend. But as they continued to drive past countless state lines, Mr. Reid seemed already bored with them, and with Mr. Reid silent, Hailey had nothing left to do but explore her sapphic desire for Kitten.

The car continued to drive through the morning as they tongue fucked each other. Hailey knew that she should be embarrassed as other cars passed or pulled up along side hers, but she wasn’t. They weren’t allowed to take off their clothes, but Kitten taught her something she learned from Mr. Reid’s movies called “tribbing” which involved wrapping their legs around each other like competing scissors and rubbing their pussies together in circles.

Later, Kitten pulled out a small “Hello Kitty” vibrator from her handbag, and they shared it, taking turns rubbing along their clits, and shoving it into their pussies until they cried out and Mr. Reid yelled at them to quiet down.

Eventually it was evening, with their car on the border of the Virginia state lines, when they pulled into the parking lot. From the back window, Hailey could see the neon pink glare of a blinking sign called Trixies. There was a pair of blinking legs as well that opened and shut like Ms. Pacman’s mouth.

Mr. Reid walked to the back of the car and opened the truck. Hailey watched him pull out two shopping bags. He threw them into the back seat.

“Here put those clothes on.” Inside the bags were trashy stripper versions of a schoolgirls outfit. There were white knee-high stockings, a pleated skirt about six inches longs (barely enough to cover her ass, Hailey noted), a white see-through slip that you knotted in front under the tits. By the time they put on their costumes both Hailey and Kitten looked like sluts. They didn’t even look sexy with their makeup smeared and their hair tangled from the long two days in the back of the car, just desperate and trashy teenage whores. Hailey blushed as Kitten appraised her.

“I can’t help it, I think you look hot. You want to be my high school crush.”

Hailey blushed. “I never had a boyfriend before.”

Mr. Reid rolled his eyes. “Jesus, the bisexual encoding might have been a little to strong. You’re suppose to be o.k. for a menage a trois, not fall in love.”

Both girls looked at Mr. Reid with contrition. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“It will be a shame not fucking you both tonight. I imagine both of you in bed together is gasoline and dynamite, but I’m a man on a mission.”

Mr. Reid walked into Trixies with a girl on each arm and a hand on each of their semi-bare ass cheeks. The inside of the club smelled of sweat, cigar smoke, and alcohol. It was dark, everything glowing in deep red, and hazy. Most of the strip club was empty except for a few old guys at the bar and a stripper lazily strutting around a stripping pole on the one occupied stage. The stripper was a platinum blond with long legs and preposterously ballooning tits. Hailey couldn’t help but wonder what her pussy looked like underneath the spandex g-string.

Mr. Reid walked purposely up to the bar with the Hailey and Kitten walking demurely behind him holding hands. Kitten had to admit that the ridiculously high stripper heels that Mr. Reid had forced her and Kitten to wear forced Kitten’s ass up and gave her a coquettish vibe. When Mr. Reid had them sit down at the bar, Hailey could feel the sticky vinyl bar stool against her ass. Her skirt was ridiculously short. An old man leered at Kitten and her from across the bar.

Behind the bar a middle aged women was bartending. She was a small women with auburn hair and breasts even bigger than the blond on stage who was currently grinding her ass in to the face of a old man with a receding hairline. The women was tending bar with a slouched bored expression as music rumbled over the speakers, her tits resting on the bar table until she saw Mr. Reid. She immediately stood at attention.

“You poor little things, your young enough to be my daughters. I can’t believe you Horace, you pervert. You couldn’t have converted some college age pussy.”

“Save it Justine. I need you to keep these two little things here for me until someone shows up to get them.”

The attractive women looked both the girls over. “So keep them until Covenant Housing comes to pick them up. Well, the guys will appreciate the new meat I guess, but Mercedes won’t like it.”

She looked back and forth between Hailey and Kitten. Kitten squirmed under the attention, somehow feeling more naked. “Don’t be shy girls stick those perky titties out, now what is your names.”

“Mr. Reid took my old name away and made me Kitten I don’t remember what it was before that.” Said Kitten. Hailey was shocked, she always assumed that Kitten name was some sort of nickname, but she didn’t realize that Mr. Reid could destroy her identity so casually. Hailey felt a new wave of emotion for Hailey, while Justine reached across the bar and pulled Kitten closer towards the light. “Kitten, now why did he give you that name, sweetheart?” Kitten blushed. “it’s because of the noises I make when he’s inside me,” she squirmed on the bar stool.

“Kitten, I like it. We’ll get you some cat ears and a collar. The guys will go crazy for that shit. Can you dance?”

“Um, No, not really. Sometimes with my girlfriends back at school, but I have no rhythm. “

“Well it doesn’t take much rhythm to walk around, bring drinks, bat your eyelashes, and give lap dances. Are you afraid of cum?”

Kitten blinked at that. Justine was running her fingers along her bottom lip.

“I know a few guys that would pay extra to take you back into the VIP room and use that pretty mouth of yours. But they’re going to want a girl whose not afraid to get a little cum on her face.”

“I can vouch for her.” Mr. Reid said. “She taken to the indoctrination pretty well. She’ll open her mouth and take whatever you want to give her.” Hailey remembered that morning on the side of the road, the wet smacking sounds, and the glazed expression on Kitten’s face when Mr. Reid had his cock lodged in her throat. Kitten got a little crazy when she tasted Mr. Reid’s cum. She would go after it like liquid crack.

“Well, maybe you won’t be completely useless. How about you baby, you think you could shake your ass on stage.”

“I took dance in high school.”

Janet smiled at that. “Maybe this won’t be all bad. Alright girls, here’s the rules. You dance for room and board. The house receives all tips. We have rooms upstairs where you will sleep with the rest of the girls. You do not leave this building unless you I tell you to. As of now, I own both your asses. until someone comes to pick you up. Mercedes take these two girls back stage. ”

Mercedes had just gotten done with her set on stage and was being replaced by a curvaceous, black women with short cropped hair and pink fishnet stockings. She sauntered over to the bar. “What are they doing here?” She looked coldly at Sarah and Kitten.

“Don’t worry your little blonde brain about. Get them back stage. I want her up on the stage next. Put the other girl to work in the VIP room. Put her on a leash and let Bambi train her.”

The next few hours were a surreal experience for the girls. Sarah went onstage after the next women and gave her first strip tease. The experience was a surreal event. Sarah found that she naturally seemed to know what to do as she ran her hands over her body, slowly discarding clothing piece by piece, her hips rolling in languid circles. This was just an extension of what she did at every weekend at the clubs after sneaking in with her fake ID. The only difference were that the men devouring her with their eyes could be her fathers age. And the nakedness only seemed to add to her heightened sense of eroticism as every nerve in her body seemed to burn as she ran her hand across her budding breasts and down the sloping stomach. Perhaps, the drug that the Mr. Reid had given her added a new desire for voyeurism as well the submissiveness, and kindled bisexuality.

As she got down on all fours and crawled her way across stage towards the men with beckoning dollar bills to slide into her thong, Sarah could see her new friend kitten, past the stage lights and cigarette smoke, being lead around the bar on a leash by a asian girl named Kiki Bangkok.

Back stage Kiki had snapped a collar around Kitten’s neck and attached it to a leash. “Now you listen hear you little teenybopper slut. The last thing we need is young sluts like you coming in here and taking attention away from us. You give me any “Veronica Mars” sassyness and I will put you across my knee and spank you in front of everyone. No one is going to stop me, Hell they’re going to love to watch.”

Your going to follow me around with the drink tray and I will negotiate with the men for some extra time with you in the VIP room. I hope your ready to suck a lot of cocks, Honey.”

“You understand me.” She pulled kitten’s face right up to hers with the leash. Kitten whimpered.

Now, as Sarah, on her knees on stage, was slowly thrusting her pelvis into the face of a large, fat man, as he had both hands on her ass, she watched Kiki and Kitten work. Kiki would have Kitten bring over the drinks, and then Kiki would sit in the man’s lap and flirt with him, until a price was negotiated, while Kitten kneeled between her feet like of a forlorn pet. Then Kiki would take both kitten and the man, one by the arm, and the other by the leash to the back VIP room.

As the night progressed, and Sarah moved on and off the stage, she saw Kitten being lead into the VIP room a dozen times.

Even in the changing room in back, Sarah wasn’t given a respite. The first time she walked back their in her clanking high heels, she was grabbed by the hair by Mercedes and the black girl. “Listen bitch, we have a rule at the club. New girl gets the bitch duties. Which means right now, keeping our pussies wet and dripping. Mercedes dragged Sarah over to the black girl, who had her legs draped over the legs of the love seat she was sitting in. Mercedes brought Sarah’s face right up the black girl’s cunt.

“Ooh, that’s it little white girl, yeah eat my pussy.”

One day away from her kidnapping, Sarah found herself eating the second pussy of her entire life. She would end up eating several more that night as every stripper there forced her face between her legs. That was the how Sarah’s night went; either dancing on stage and being groped by old men, walking through the crowd to flirt and give lap dances, or eat pussy in the back room. Once for variety, Mercedes took her to the VIP room and fucked her with a strap-on while one of the customers watched and stroked himself. For an extra twenty, Mercedes let the man cum in Sarah’s hair while she was fucked on all fours. And through it all, Sarah came twice. That was the surprising thing, through all the degredation, she continued to be sexually charged and even appeared willing. Though inside, she was tormented, on the outside she continued to serve with a smile on her face.

The night ended at three-thirty for the girls, but there were still trials for them to go through. Kiki and Mercedes took them to the showers to clean up, and forced them to clean each, then the older women, before having both girls eat out their pussies and asses.

Then they dressed the girls in white thongs and baby tees, and walked them upstairs. They showed them the room they would normally sleep in, a bare little closet with one small cot, barely big enough to fit one. “I hope you girls like to snuggle,” laughed Mercedes, “of course, your going to be spending a lot of your times in our beds, In fact your going to Janet’s room tonight. She wants a taste of what she just acquired. Mercedes brought them to the top floor of the building, it was practically an annexed apartment in its own right. At this point both girls were completely exhausted.

Janet’s bedroom had a king size bed underneath a large ceiling mirror. The bed was covered in leopard skin throw pillows and silk sheets matched the negligee wrapped tightly around Janet’s large fake EE breasts. In her hand, was a glass of white wine, and with her other hand, she tapped the bed on either side of her, and beckoned the girls to come closer. Sarah was conflicted, on one hand Janet was her new owner and a willing partner in Sarah’s degradation and enslavement, on the other hand she seemed to legitimately care about both of the girls and was possibly a slave of the man who abducted them as well. Kitten, without hesitation, snuggled up on one side which solved the problem for Sarah. Sarah slid her body up against Janet on the other side of Kitten and took a sip of the white wine in her hand.

“My babies, its fine. Just relax for mommy.” Janet had them both rest their heads on her artificially enlarged bosom. I know you’re confused. The drug does that to you. Don’t get me wrong if he came in here right now and ordered me to swallow his cock, my knees would be bruised by how quickly they’d hit the floor. I’m sure you know what it’s like the powers they have, the things they make you do. Has he made you do things with each other?”

Hailey and Kitten glanced at each other shyly and blushed. Hailey vividly recalled her first muff dive with Kitten; how kitten’s cute, auburn pussy hairs had tickled her nose (like little whiskers, she thought) and how her pussy was so hot and sweet when Hailey tentatively ran her tongue for the first time across Kitten’s labial lips. The truth was, whatever Mr. Reid had done, even though Hailey had only know Kitten since yesterday, she felt bonded to her like a sister, and she lusted for her like a lover. The strange thing was through the entire ordeal, the worse part was not what happened to her, but watching the abuse that Kitten took. The pain she felt for Kitten was worse.

Janet put down the wine and cradled each girl on her breasts. Both girls’ faces were squished against Janet’s breasts. “I know Girlies I know. The worse thing they do is they make you like it. They make you want to be their slaves. I used to be a schoolteacher. I had two little girls. Two beautiful little girls just like you. And now I know I know I’ll never see them again because one the Agents saw me at the school board meeting. He took me away from my family, fucked me, made me get these huge fake tits, and then dropped me off here like garbage. I’m not even good enough anymore to be a man’s fuck-slave. I’m 32 and too old. Now they just make me run this safe house. Send me all the other discarded slaves they take and get tired off. They have my daughters too, god knows where they are.?”

“I expect they will be coming for you girls soon. This place is for the cast-offs, I’m sure you girls are to young and pretty to waste your talent around here, you’ll be heading to the Ranch soon for training I guarantee it.” Sarah leaned up from Janet’s breasts “What’s the Ranch?”

“Pretty girl, no questions, just right on my nips and suck. That feels nice.”

Janet guided Sarah’s face to her long, distended nipple. Sarah was surprised when breast milk jutted from the nipple into her suckling mouth.

“Janet moaned, as she guided Kitten to her other nip. “I was part of an experiment, a way of reinforcing the Pheromone Virus, through constant oral injections. These breasts were discontinued when the virus became so powerful, reinforcement became unnecessary. But my body, I can’t stop producing milk. God, yes, that feels good. God, you remind me of my little girls. Good keep sucking mommy’s titties, baby.”

Sarah could feel a flush of extra eroticism and from the muffled moans coming from Kitten she knew she could feel it too. Whatever had been on the man’s skin the night Sarah was kidnapped was in this milk. She could feel the effects coursing through her body. Her mind already submissive to Janet because of Mr. Reid’s commands, became even more so. “Mommy,” Sarah thought as she suckled. Yes you are my mommy, Kitten is my sister, and we need to obey. We are too weak to escape. We need mommy to protect us.”

Janet pulled Sarah off her breast with a loud plop. Sarah could see Kitten with her eyes closed joyfully sucking at Janet’s teat. Her eyes heading downward, she saw that Janet’s chemise had been pulled up above her waist. In the light of the candles, Janet’s pussy glowed with wetness.

Janet’s hands ran through Sarah’s hair. “You know what mommy wants baby. Right, you going to give mommy what she wants?” Sarah moaned. She knew what mommy wanted. She looked up to see the older women staring into her eyes.

She dropped her head between Janet’s legs.