The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sarah remained pretty busy for the remainder of the night. Her friends—who suddenly found they could now drink freely without fear of alcohol poisoning—were constantly bugging her for chasers. To tell the truth, it was really starting to get on her nerves. How the hell was she supposed to enjoy herself if she had to spend the entire night taking loads in her ass—which, apparently, was the only hole anybody wanted to use. Only once had her friends left her alone long enough for her ass to fill up with cum, forcing the next guy to use her pussy. But even then she spent the entire time wishing he would just finger-fuck her instead. To make matters even worse, the big-dicked bartender’s shift had ended about thirty minutes ago, and her mouth was starting to feel empty.

“Hey, Sarah!” Jenny propped herself up on the chair next to Sarah, “How’s it going?”

“How do you think it’s going? I’m stuck on this bar getting fucked in the ass so that you bitches can have fun on our night out,” she whined. Sarah whimpered pitifully. “And some meanie moved my hand earlier so he could fuck my twat, and I haven’t been able to put it back since.”

“Awe, I’m sorry,” Jenny sympathized. “How about this, we all just got our drinks, so I’ll be sure to let the other girls know that they should at least finger you a bit while they drink their chasers. Sound good?”

Sarah hated to admit it, but Jenny’s offer did sound pretty good. “Ye-yeah, I gah . . . I guess,” she stuttered. It was even hard to have a conversation with the constant pounding against her backside. With each thrust, Sarah’s body was rocked back and forth while her tits pressed painfully against the bar. She didn’t even bother fixing her hair anymore, which now dangled messily in front of her face.

Jenny laughed. She reached over and pinched Sarah’s cheek playfully, “Hehe! You’re so adorable. You’re like our little cum-fountain; we just walk up, push a button, and drink!”

“Very funny, Jenny,” Sarah said, secretly hoping she didn’t forget to tell their girlfriends the part about fingering her. Sarah then reached back and spread her ass-cheeks with her hands.

“What are you doing?” Jenny asked.

“I’m spreading my cheeks.”

“I know, but why?”

“I think it makes them cum faster. It seemed to work for the last few guys, anyway,” Sarah replied candidly.

Sure enough, Jenny watched as Sarah’s rocking increased, and looked back to see the man grip her hips tightly. He let out a grunt; he certainly looked like he was cumming.

“Ohh, wow,” Sarah exclaimed.

“What is it?” Jenny asked.

“Nothing it’s just . . . Oh wow. He is pouring a lot of cum in there,” Sarah answered.

“Okay well hold it in! Let me go get the girls,” Jenny said hurriedly.

“GIRLS! She’s ready!” Jenny yelled. Immediately, all five girls let out cries of excitement as they made their way off the dance floor and over to the bar. Jenny handed them each a shot and they formed a line behind Sarah as the man finished shooting his large load into her bottom.

“Cheers!” They all shouted.

Since she was nearest to Sarah, Jenny was the first girl to take her shot. After she did, she quickly bent down and, with Sarah still parting her ass-cheeks, placed her mouth firmly on Sarah’s asshole and licked. Fortunately, for whatever reason, Sarah’s ass seemed unnaturally clean. No matter how deeply Jenny licked and sucked, she never seemed to drink anything but the cum that Sarah held inside her butt.

“Jenny!” Sarah exclaimed angrily. She wiggled her backside as if to say something.

As Jenny licked and sucked on the butt in front of her, she realized she had forgotten to follow through with her promise. “Oh, I’m sorry, Sarah! I forgot,” Jenny apologized. She then reached one hand down and slid two fingers into Sarah’s pussy, eliciting a slutty moan from the human cum-dispenser. One by one, the girls drank their shots and chased them with cum from Sarah’s ass while fingering her.

Right about the time that the last girl was finishing her chaser, I sat back down next to Sarah.

“Hi, Sarah. How are you?” I asked.

“YOU! You did this to me!” Sarah cried out. “Why, Gary?”

I looked her over. She was utterly helpless. “Well, here’s the thing. My name isn’t really Gary. It’s Gula,” I answered.

Sarah huffed, “What are you talking about, Gary? I’ve known you my whole life!”

“Actually, you haven’t,” I corrected her. I really couldn’t help but feel sorry for this cute little slut. “You were—how should I say this? Well you were ‘freaking out’ as you would put it. So, to help you relax, I told a little white-lie. But I hardly think you should concern yourself with that now.” As I spoke, I lifted part of the spell that I had placed on her mind earlier tonight.

“Can you help me down from here?” she pleaded.

“No, Sarah. I’m afraid you won’t be coming down from there for quite a while,” I answered.

“Why not?” Sarah shot back. She started to say something else, but stopped short as she thought about the rest of what I’d said. “Wait, what do you mean? How long is ‘a while’?” she asked.

“It varies, but the effects of my abilities normally last around six to eight months,” I answered.

“Six to eight months?!” Sarah screamed. She was frantic.

“Whoa, calm down now.”

Sarah relaxed a little.

“It’s not supposed to be fun, Sarah,” I scolded her. “Don’t worry, once this is all over you’ll be as good as new.”

Sarah was livid. “And what until then, huh?”

“Well, it may comfort you to know that as far as everyone else is concerned, you’ll be just another part of the bar,” I replied. I was trying to make her feel better, but I could tell I was only making it worse.

“Oh great. So what? I’m just a human cum-dispenser until August?” she asked.

“Well, that actually only applies to the six friends you brought with you tonight,” I explained. “No, I would say you’re more like a bar-top masturbation tool for drunken customers. Then again, I suppose the bartenders and bar-backs will want to use your mouth as well. So really you’ll be for drunken customers and employees.”

I saw the fear once again creep back onto Sarah’s face. All this was getting to be too much for the young girl to handle. “Who are you?” she asked.

“My name is Gula, and I’m the Demon of Gluttony. Believe it or not, you’re being punished by one of the Seven Deadly Sins,” I answered.

Sarah began to cry profusely. “Nooooo . . .” she wailed.

“Yes.”

“But . . . sniff . . . why me?” she asked.

“Look, let’s not discuss the ‘why’ right now. We’re past that. All I want to know is if there is anything you need,” I asked. I always found it hard not to feel like a parent when I punished my sinners. I felt a sort of responsibility for them. But then again, the punishment had to continue.

“Yea! I need to get down off this bar!” Sarah yelled in between sobs.

I was growing weary of Sarah’s whining. “Sarah, why don’t you tell me what you really need?” I asked with a hint of demonic influence.

“Well, I suppose I could use another male bartender,” Sarah blurted out, unsure why.

“Awe, what happened to Mark?” I asked. I was relieved to be back in a normal conversation. “I thought you liked him . . . or parts of him anyway.”

“Oh I did! But he left almost an hour ago and took that delicious cock of his with him!” Sarah couldn’t believe what she was saying. It sounded like a sluttier, bimbo version of her normal voice. “Since then I’ve just been sitting here getting my cute butt fucked by all these men. My mouth is so empty!”

“Well, can’t you just blow the new bartender?” I asked.

“Um . . . not exactly,” she replied.

I looked up and, sure enough, Sarah was right. The last male bartender had been replaced by a tall and sexy female bartender with dark hair and tattoos.

“That’s all? Why didn’t you just say that in the beginning?” I asked. I turned my attention to the tall girl behind the bar. “Excuse me, miss?” I called to the brunette bartender. She looked at me and I waved her over to us.

“Hi, what can I get you?” She asked.

“I was just wondering your name?” I asked in response.

“My name’s Deidra. Would you like something to drink?”

“Not really, but my friend Sarah here could use something in her mouth.”

“Yea!” Sarah giggled in response. “I’d really love to suck on a fat cock right now. Do you have anything like that?”

“Uh, no” Deidra looked at her in disgust. “What the hell is going on here? Are you two, like, a couple of perverts or something?”

I laughed, then leaned over and whispered something into Sarah’s ear that made her giggle.

“Maybe we are!” Sarah reached out, grabbed the bartender by her hips, and pulled her closer, “And I want to see what’s under this skirt!”

“Get the hell off me, bitch! Look, I don’t know what kind of sick game you two are playing, but leave me ou—“ Deidra froze. Something was wrong.

Suddenly the tall, slender bartender doubled over and clutched her stomach in agony. She moaned as a strange tingling sensation traveled down through her tummy and into her thighs. That was her only warning before a weird feeling began throb in her pussy—no, her clit. It was like a swelling in her clit. Her belly began to twitch with arousal. Suddenly, Deidra reached under her skirt and pushed her panties down until they dropped to her ankles.

“Who’s the pervert now little missy?” Sarah taunted.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s happening,” Deidra exclaimed. The bartender was openly sobbing now.

“It’s okay! Let’s just see what you’ve got under that skirt,” Sarah continued.

Deidra continued to sob quietly. She wanted to tell the girl no—or to fuck off—but couldn’t. “Sniff . . . okay,” Deidra replied. Without hesitation, she reached down and slowly lifted her skirt.

“Oh . . . my . . . God!” Sarah gasped.

Beneath Deidra’s skirt, where her pussy used to be, now hung a massive, uncircumcised dong—at least eight inches long in its current flaccid state. Sarah looked up at Deidra as if she were about to confess her love for girl and her cock, but she just reached out and grabbed it instead.

Even with tears of shame streaming down her cheeks, Deidra couldn’t help but gasp when Sarah’s fingers clutched the huge penis, and then again when she slipped it into her mouth.

I observed the scene in front of me; it was quite the spectacle. Sarah was once again sandwiched on the bar-top, except this time it was between her sorority sister Tiffany, and the tall, slender, gorgeous bartender, Deidra. As if it were common practice, Tiffany was now rimming Sarah’s ass while fingering her pussy lovingly—which made Sarah mewl with delight. Meanwhile, on the other side of the bar, Sarah was busy swallowing buckets of cum from Deidra’s massive cock. The tall, newly-made dick-girl had reached an orgasm after just a few minutes of having a cock. The new sensations just proved too much for Deidra, especially once Sarah reached her hand around Deidra’s thighs, and began fingering her asshole while she sucked the “girl’s” dick.

I took one last look at Sarah and then, having finally sated my thirst for debauchery this evening, made my way happily to the exit. Let’s see you top that, Luxuria.