The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Worchester General Hospital

Cheryl Paisley shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“Can I get you anything?” nurse Patricia asked seeing the heavily pregnant woman.

“No thanks”

“You’re here for your brother?”

“Yes, that’s right…,” Cheryl said.

Patricia sensed a level of hostility in her Cheryl’s demeanour. The nurse didn’t understand why.

“Can you tell me anything more about the accident?” Cheryl asked.

“The doctors are just finishing their examination…”

Cheryl waited another fifteen minutes and then saw doctors and nurses draw out from Brad’s room.

Struggling to get up, with her pregnant weight Cherly made her way to the room.

She stopped when she saw her brother…a bandage around his jaw.

“So, it’s true!” she gasped.

He turned to look at her.

“No, you can’t control me anymore!” she sneered.

His eyes widened.

“I only wish someone had broken your jaw years earlier…,” she hissed. “The things you made mom and me do!” she continued angrily. She paused only to make sure no one else could hear. She had a lot on her mind and she was going to let him know.

“As soon as I have this baby I’m going to adopt it out!” she said. “I will never be a mother to your child!” She shifted her stance as the weight hurt her ankles. Carrying her brother’s child… she was near due date. That was for her a very visible, and physical reminder of what her brother had done to her.

She decided to step in further to be certain that no one could hear.

“Mom says she will keep hers… But…” she paused again, as she felt overwhelmed by anger and tears. “I cannot believe you made us do…,” she paused. It was over-whelming.

“I don’t ever want to see you again!” She said as she reached into her bag for a pair of scissors.

“Ah, there you are!” nurse Patricia said. Cheryl dropped the scissors.

“This is Dr. Thompson..,” the nurse continued.

“How do you do?” he said offering his hand. She did not take his offer.

“Is my brother going to…?” she began to sob. They naturally thought she was concerned for her brother’s well being.

“He will recover, I’m sure you’ll be glad to…”

“Nooooo!” Cheryl cried in horror.

This surprised the two medicos.

“It’s no more than a fracture…,” Dr Thompson continued.

“This… He can’t…!” Cheryl cried and she reached back into her bag for the scissors. She found them, drew them out and lunged at her brother.

It took all the doctor’s effort to restrain her, but Dr. Thompson managed, and urged the nurse to hit the alarm.

Moments later other staff arrived and they helped subdue Cheryl.

Eventually several Sheriff’s deputies arrived. They cuffed her and took her away.

Her outbreak of violence shocked them.

But how could they know she’d been a sex-slave to her brother? She’d been a ‘willing’ sex partner to Brad. Irene too! Both mother and daughter serving Brad. All he had to do is smile…

And you were his.

They were involved in the most depraved relationship. Both had taken Brad up all their holes. Both were pregnant to him. Irene had in fact lost her first child. She’d been impregnated by her son three years ago for the first time, now she was carrying her son’s child again.

Then… out of the blue a car accident. Brad broke his jaw.

And, as if a giant fog lifted from their eyes, mother and daughter both had been freed from his power.

It had shocked them… To suddenly realize all the things they had done… and so willingly too. The worst part wasn’t that she and her mom had done these things… it was how willingly they did it. She came so many times when her brother fucked her. She tried to say to herself it was all because of his mind-control of her.

Carrying his child was a constant reminder of it.

Lisa Evans was a court-appointed lawyer who visited Cheryl in custody. She successfully applied for bail (the charges being attempted assault—on her brother, and another count for her fight with the doctor, and then the officers—resisting arrest, etc.).

Irene posted bail for her daughter. This was a hard thing for he to do because as soon as the mind-control was broken Irene—in her own way of coping with her shame—said she never wanted to see either of her adult children ever again.

“I’m really glad you came…,” Cheryl said.

“Yeah, well… You go your way now, and I’ll go mine… Okay?”

“Um… yeah, sure, mom….If that’s what you wanna do?”

“I… I think it’s for the best…”

Cheryl got to say goodbye to her mom all over again.

Cheryl found emergency accommodation with a church group. She had her baby, a girl she didn’t name, but gave up for adoption. The church group kicked her out when they found out.

It must have been seven months had passed. Cheryl had been ‘working the streets’ for six weeks. It was awful, degrading work.

“Tom” a sixty-year old factory worker lay on her in a room of a dingy motel.

“Oh, yeah!” he gasped as he came (in a condom).

Cheryl gasped…. She came too…She never came before…

“You really enjoyed it?” Tom wheezed as he did his fly up.

Cheryl lay there stunned. Not that she’d come… but what she had fantasised as the ‘client’ lay in her.

She had thought of her brother… Of him being inside her… And how good it had made her feel.

Tom left. He felt triumphant at making the whore come.

She got up only after another ten minutes. She was still in shock.

As she showered and washed Tom’s sweaty stench off she thought again of her brother.

“Noooo!” she cried as she caught herself rubbing her clit.

Cheryl took the $30 she’d just earned and caught a taxi back to her green-leafy home. She stood outside her house… the one she’d not seen in all these months.

She thought about her mom. She missed Irene.

Cheryl took a big gulp and opening the cute gate (the family home had a white picket fence). She went up to the door.

Yes, her mom had told her what was what… But…

Cheryl knocked on the door. What surprised her was not that Irene invited her in, but that her mom was wearing a negligee… in the middle of the day.

“Look mom… I know you told me never…” she began as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Oh, honey!” Irene (almost crying too) embraced her daughter.

“You’re home now… And… And, that’s what’s important…”

“You mean it?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Oh, mommy!” Cheryl burst into a huge sob. Pressing her head on her mom’s shoulder she felt Irene’s hands embrace her firmly. How she missed her mom!

Then Irene’s hand moved down to Cheryl’s butt. Cheryl was surprised but at first she didn’t want to break that connection she was having with her mom. It felt good.

“I’m so grateful for the both of you,” Irene said.

“Mom?” Cheryl gasped breaking away from her mother’s embrace.

Irene took hold of the button on her collar and undid it, and her whole dress fell to the floor. She stood there naked.

“Mom?” Cheryl gasped again.

“You look so beautiful,” Irene smiled and then Cheryl realised she was undressing too.

“What’s…?” Cheryl began.

“He’s upstairs….”

“Who?”

“Our master…,” Irene smiled “He’s waiting for us…”

“No… this…” Cheryl cried…

Irene took her naked daughter’s hand and lead her up to the bedroom. Cheryl sobbed the whole way, but she still passively allowed her mom to lead her the way.

And there he was, naked, and very erect.

“Hi, Sis,” Brad smiled.

“No… this…,” Cheryl began, but already she was stepping over to the bed and climbing onto it.

“I healed…,” Brad said as Cheryl took hold of her brother’s cock and eased onto it. It felt so good. “Ohhhhhhh,” she sighed. It felt as good as it did before…

“Our master got his powers back,” Irene smiled as she climbed over her son and eased herself down onto his face, facing her daughter.

“Mom… this…?”

“Drink…,” Irene said offering her leaking breast.

Cherly leant forward and took her mom’s lactating breast into her mouth. At the same time she rose and sank slowly on her brother’s cock.

Cheryl ground her crotch against her brother. It felt so good feeling him inside her body. “Ohhhhhh,” she murmured.

Irene sighed too, as her son’s tongue lapped at her juicy shaven cunt. Irene loved her son and she pressed her body against his face, secretly wishing she could take him entirely back into her vagina…

Cheryl moaned as she enjoyed her brother inside of her.

“Oh, master!” she cried.

Afterwards he scolded her for giving up his child. The problem was that the way she set up the adoption she didn’t have any contact details.

“That’s okay,” he said “I’m sure I can get them to tell me where my child is…”

“I’m sure you can, Master”, Cheryl said as she lay on him gently kissing his cock.

She knew he would. He could make anyone do anything he wanted… with his winning smile.

She looked over at her mom who was wiping come from her ass.

They smiled. Knowingly.

Everything felt as it should, again.