The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It took a couple of weeks for everyone to adjust to our new situation.

Two women with children came looking for me the next morning. They were not fond of Adriana, but I wasn’t fond of their minds’ smallness. Adriana knew how to put the new ‘bitches’ (her word!) in their place; the dual blowjob didn’t do the job for me until Adriana lifted up her dress so I could play with her ass. The last bit drove into the women’s minds that I played favorites.

Cathy proved to be a trial—fifteen going on way too fucking mature. If Cathy had been born a boy, we would have the makings of a serial killer considering everything she had seen in her life, but instead she absorbed behavior patterns from her mom’s lifestyle. She was old enough to think of herself as a woman and in her world only the pimp had authority. The women didn’t help with Cathy! Adriana made Hannah understand who was the boss by making her blow me and have sex with me. I turned my head while doing Hannah from behind and saw Cathy watching the action.

I didn’t help my cause by taking Cathy and the other kids on a shopping trip. Their moms had done more to earn the money than I did so spending it on them made sense. The next day I walked into Hannah’s room to find Cathy lying on the floor doing her homework wearing only her new ‘sexy’ panties and a tight white t-shirt. As if buying her stuff more in line with her schoolmates tastes didn’t put me on a pedestal, I had to take it a step further. I read in Cathy’s mind that she hated the shared bathroom on her floor. Three girls and me were too much for my small room, so I swapped the living arrangements around. I took two rooms on the same floor that had a connecting bathroom and kitchenette. Hannah and Cathy moved into my old room; Cathy LOVED the private bathroom.

My problems with the pimps weren’t over. Mickens and Daddy Horse disappearing put me near the top of the street ladder, but there had been no witnesses to what happened. My girls weren’t going talk either. Hannah bought a clue something strange was going on, but she liked her place as number four so if I said ‘boo’ she would have jumped and looked at Adriana for permission to come down.

Things had always been ugly for the streetwalkers in my neighborhood, but the flow of money stopping made it brutal! Some pimps understood the ‘no johns, no money’ rule; most of them didn’t have that much sense. One desperate idiot figured more girls would solve his cash problem since I seemed to be doing well. (On Cathy’s shopping trip, Adriana convinced me to buy some nice items of clothing for myself.) He made a more violent and direct move on me than Daddy Horse. I put him on a slow boat to Somalia; the ship wasn’t going to be docking in the country so he’d have to swim the last bit. Unfortunately, it added another three girls with children to my situation. I found cheap apartments for some tenants in my building to get the necessary room vacancies. Word got out that I took care of hookers with kids. J-e-s-u-s!!! By the end of the week, my stable was the original three girls and ten others including Hannah. Thank God, the room rents were cheap.

The death of a hooker a few blocks away spurred me to take action. The neighborhood was going to explode if things kept going the same way. I took a Saturday off from Marco’s and spent the night at my window. Some johns were still coming around, driving up and down the streets. They knew why they used to come; they just couldn’t recapture the need that made them stop. I mentally pushed them into dropping cash on pussy. They were flush with money, so some came back for a second or a third helping. I made sure the guys had a great time and the women made enough bank to get the pimps off their backs.

Adriana confronted me about it the next day. One night would only delay things she argued. She wanted me to do it again and again. At first, it was more practice. My range had improved to a twenty-block radius, but with ‘my’ girls the range was FAR greater and different. I could use my girls’ eyes to see as if I were in the room with them. It let me be at my jobs and still make the men driving the streets horny enough to buy rather than just window shop

Adriana put the mothers back to work. I wanted to protest but... quite frankly, it wasn’t like they could get jobs as secretaries or some shit. Adriana kept Hannah off the street by telling her more about my powers. It let Adriana, Lisa, Abby, and Hannah work shifts at the windows.

With Adriana cherry picking johns for ‘our’ girls, the cash flowed in enough to start building the pile in my room back up. My perfect brunette wanted to make the other pimps pay a commission too, but I killed the idea. Everybody was making money, which took the envious eyes off me.

Cathy, again, proved problematic. She figured out I wasn’t normal and what the window-women were doing for me. Wanting her own money, she insisted on taking shifts. She was also under the impression that being my eyes would bond us so I’d always be aware of her thoughts. I wouldn’t call what she felt a crush, because it wasn’t possible after whatever happened to turn people’s sex drives off. She felt a more idealistic version of what Abby and Lisa did towards me.

The moms REALLY did not like Adriana running the stable, causing more and more problems as the days passed. Adriana thought she could handle it, and I didn’t want to get my hands any dirtier. As with a most things during those weeks, Cathy brought things to a head.

Emilie’s was closed for a couple of days so they could do a major cleaning of the restaurant. It left me with free afternoons; I spent one of them in the lingerie shop with the Asian salesgirl. I found myself making regular visits to the store to check if the Fab-Three needed anything new. I had covered one of the busboys on my normal day off at Marco’s, so I didn’t have to work that night either.

Having developed a bit of guilt over my civic efforts, I didn’t want to be in my room. Adriana had talked me into going town by town in the county to find guys who’d been regular shoppers on our streets. I built in mental mechanisms to make sure they’d come visiting. The triggers were a lot like Amanda’s reaction to stress. For some reason, purely sex-based triggers didn’t hold longer than a day. I had to tie their ‘visits’ to something other than sex and make them horny on-site. The pile of cash in my room was getting ludicrously sized. I would have paid the women more, but Adriana had a very strict pay scale.

I couldn’t find a movie I liked or a woman I wanted to spend the evening with at the mall so I went home.

Cathy was in my room, doing her homework before she took a shift at the window. She was wearing a white-shirt... and that’s it. The thing stopped at the small of her back, leaving her ass exposed. She looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, and lifted her behind so I could get a good look at her pussy. There were a lot of lies I told myself since I had gotten sick and come out of it with a better life; I couldn’t think of one that would make what I wanted to do Cathy sound less fucked up.

All the women (moms and my three) were in my rooms. At the sound of the door opening, they filtered into the room I used as my bedroom. I tried to convince the original three girls to use the other room as their bedroom, but nothing short of mental commands was going to make them move their sleeping bags away from my bed.

I looked at Hannah. She was the only one unsure about Cathy’s display; the other women wanted me to fuck the girl. They needed me to live down to my role. Adriana smiled at me; her mind was whirling, multiple tornadoes in an open field.

“I may be a pimp, Cathy, but you’re not one of my hookers,” I said. “Put some panties on.”

“She has to earn her keep!” Adriana said. The tornadoes had been getting darker and darker recently. The pressure of running the girls and their defiance was getting to Adriana.

“Hannah is her mom,” I said. “She pays Cathy’s way.”

Adriana fucking knew better! There had never been a thought in my mind that Abby, Lisa, and Adriana would walk the streets again since our new business venture began. Adriana had also kept Hannah aside purposefully to give her special status in MY eyes. Adriana knew Cathy was also special. I was no angel, but dropping trousers and doing a teenager in front of a hooker audience was too much.

I found the kernel out of place in Adriana’s mind. The mom-hookers were skimming money! Fucking Cathy would show them I was no better than Daddy Horse or Mickens—a nice pimp but still armed with the backhand slap of the trade. Adriana needed me to have her back, regardless that I would have preferred not to be a part of selling the women’s bodies.

“You’re not doing anything here, Simon,” Adriana said. “You just enjoy the fruits of them getting on their backs!”

She was lining up her interests with the mom-hookers. The thing is that a part of Adriana believed it. It wasn’t enough for her that I brought the johns back because... I brought the johns back. It was a tight race for who the hookers hated more, the johns or themselves.

“I’m not a pimp,” I said. “I’m not making Cathy a whore.”

I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did, but they heard the ‘like you’.

Adriana slapped me. Hard! I could hear the minds of the women gasp and pull away. They did see me as a pimp, so they expected a particular reaction. After all, I’d told the truth. Adriana’s mind was still. Abby and Lisa were quiet, whatever their place in my bed, they also saw me as their pimp. I backed up until I was leaning against my dresser. The moms’ minds buzzed at my reaction. I was weak in their eyes for not beating the crap out of Adriana; Mickens and Daddy Horse would have put her in the hospital.

“Cathy,” I said. “Go to your room.”

Her chin went up! She stood by her mother, refusing to move. And there was the problem. The whore-dwarves hadn’t come out of the forest to live in my castle—I was in THEIR world, trying to maintain snow-white hands. Their world had rules!

The incredible thing about Adriana during this time was that she never favored one plan over another. She did not prefer any outcome to any other. Mickens or me. Daddy Horse or me. My choice to leave or...

Adjusting to having real power takes time. Later, I would realize there were more options. In that moment, I thought it was as simple as leaving or doing what was expected of me. I sighed and looked at my right hand as I made the bunny head and ear with my fingers. Adriana’s brow furrowed. The hooker-moms were smiling, thinking me weak and planning how they could steal even more money from me. A couple knew about the stacks of money in the bags under my bed.

I snapped my fingers.

12 seconds—Adriana’s legs crumbled.

27 seconds—Her upper body collapsed so she was lying on her back.

43 seconds—Adriana whimpered.

129 seconds—She screamed!

210 seconds—She begged for her mother.

417 seconds—She offered me the laundry list from the shower and more. Much, much more!

900 seconds—Bloodcurdling scream after scream!

I made every woman in the room meet my eyes while the crazed animal on the floor continued to suffer—they got the message!

I snapped my fingers.

Adriana sat up fast. She looked around the room wildly. She turned her head to the side and vomited. A puddle formed underneath her, spreading slowly. The smell of feces assaulted my nose; some of the women gagged. Adriana puked again! No woman in the room believed she was faking it.

Lisa and Abby looked at me. I nodded. They ran to their friend. Lisa ignored it when Adriana threw up all over her. They pulled Adriana’s chemise off her shoulders. They made Adriana get up on her knees, so they could hold the piece of clothing over her ass to keep some of the feces trapped in place. The two girls helped Adriana to her feet. With their assistance, Adriana walked into the bathroom.

A couple of seconds later, Lisa came out naked. There was still puke on her collarbone. She nodded to Hannah and pointed to the spot where Adriana had defiled herself. “Clean that up!”

The women were afraid to move. Hannah started to pry Cathy’s hand for her waist.

“Hannah,” I said. She squealed in fright. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and nodded without looking at me. “You’re doing something more important to me by taking care of Cathy. Clean it up doesn’t mean you have to do it yourself, just like I don’t have to be the one to collect the money around here.”

I made the women who had been skimming meet my eyes. If I did not have an iron hold on their bodies, they might have pissed and shit themselves too.

The floor was clean by the time the girls came out of the bathroom. Adriana was naked; she walked up to me on shaking legs. She didn’t speak as she knelt at my feet. With trembling hands, she undid my pants. I wasn’t hard when Adriana pulled my dick out. Her eyes touched mine when she gave the tip a kiss. Adriana took me into her mouth slowly. She sucked me like a straw, while her hands stroked the part of me not inside her mouth. I pushed in deeper. She had a plan though. Adriana always did! She pulled me out until only the head of my dick and an extra inch was in her mouth. Adriana’s hands pumped my length while her tongue caressed the head of my dick.

It wasn’t forgiveness for what I had done, but I pretended. (I didn’t bother looking to see if Adriana thought I had done something wrong or not.) It let me enjoy the feel of her hands, the way her hands urged me to cum, and the look on her face, which I couldn’t have described as anything other than capitulation.

When I hardened more, Adriana’s tongue and hands moved faster. She felt the moment arrive! Her tongue stopped moving; her hands kept at their task. She looked up at me. Cum filled Adriana’s mouth. She kept staring at me as her hands encouraged my dick to empty my balls on her tongue. She waited until I was done! She waited until I could concentrate on her and enjoy the sight of Adriana swallowing my cum. She dropped her head back so I could see her neck as she took my seed into herself. Adriana opened her mouth to show me that I was a part of her now.

I stood up straight. Grabbing the back of Adriana’s head, I fucked in and out of her mouth. She gagged but didn’t protest. Her hands went around behind me, stroking the back of my legs. I fucked into Adriana’s throat. She gagged again so I reached into her mind to make her relax. She took me deeper on the next stroke. I fisted her hair. Holding Adriana still, I fucked the prettiest face I had ever seen. She made no complaint, continuing to hold on to the back of my legs.

It was faster than the first blowjob; I felt it building. She whimpered sexually, feeling the tension in the muscles of my legs. I pushed in as deep as I could and held. Adriana moved her head to massage my dick with her throat and tongue. I shot straight down her throat. Adriana swallowed my second load!

When I let her go, Adriana wrapped her sleeping bag around her body. Curling around my feet, she cried. It took twenty minutes for her to fall asleep.

Abby and Lisa looked scared. For Adriana though, they were not scared of me. In their world, it had been deserved.

“She’s going to be okay,” I told them.

“How do you know?” Hannah asked. She WAS afraid of me and for her daughter.

“She never cried out for her daddy,” I replied.

All the women stared at me.

“Adriana had a normal life, until the night daddy raped her. He took her virginity, made her clean the blood of his cock with her mouth, and then he raped her ass. It went on for hours before he fell asleep. She put on the same clothes she wore the day before and ran out of the house. She never went back! I think I will, with some friends who aren’t put off by man-action as long as they’re the ones laying the pipe.”

Abby had been abused, emotionally and physically, but not sexually. Lisa had fallen in love with the wrong man. A couple of women in the room had similar stories to Adriana, a brother or an uncle.

“You ladies have the night off,” I told the moms. “Take the time to consider whether you want to continue working for me or not.”

Hannah might have chosen to leave if Cathy had not perched on the window to take a shift.

Abby and Lisa enveloped Adriana with their bodies. It was a couple hours before I could work myself free of Adriana’s grip.