The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Alice was feeling guilty. She had arrived in Cutter’s Creek too many days ago and was no closer than ever to understanding what was costing her half-forgotten Department of Education a fortune in the strange little town. Well, she understood the “what” but not the “why.” It was evident WHAT was going on: every female for miles around was pregnant or nursing or both. How could any female be otherwise, being in almost perpetual rut? And, men being men, they took advantage of the inevitable result of unrestrained feminine lust to flood willing, fertile wombs with gallons of baby-making sperm. The result was bulging bellies everywhere Alice looked. Apparently women—whether they were horny little girls or lusty crones—when they were around a Cutters Creek man, could never pass up a chance to have their fertile pussies filled with plenty of baby juice. Moreover, they were unable to insist that their partner use any protection. If yesterday’s conversation was correct, even the Pill after a while didn’t do any good. Worse, the women even seemed to want to get pregnant as much as the men wanted to knock them up.

Her ex-employee Annie and her sister Jennie sure did. Sent by Alice earlier, Annie had come to the little town to investigate and had fallen in lust with a local boy—indeed he didn’t appear to be out of junior high school—and taken him back to the city with her. Soon her younger sister was equally besotted with the youngster and, when the boy had both women pregnant, they had thrown away their independence and well paying jobs in the city to come back to Cutter’s Creek. Now they lived with him and with his older twin sisters who had already made babies for him.

This brought her mind back to why she wasn’t making progress. Alice was starting to feel the same perpetual rut herself. A few days ago she had been unable to restrain herself from watching lustfully as a girl in sex education class was bred in a classroom demonstration. Worse, she had masturbated herself silly as she looked on. She knew she was spending far too many hours every day—and night—satisfying her own needs. The change in her own sexuality was frightening. Back in the city, she had seldom masturbated. Here, she found her hand or a sex toy between her legs at the slightest provocation—and the provocations were not slight! Even stranger, aside from some experimentation in college, she had never had sex with a woman. Her first night in Cutters Creek, however, she had let herself be petted and fondled and taken to bed by Annie’s sister while her ex-colleague was having her lights screwed out by the local boy who had given her one baby and had her pregnant with the next one. Well, that was excusable; Alice had eaten too much and gotten tipsy; she was unprepared. But the following night was worse.

It had been Jennie’s night with Clem and the young woman had been insane with arousal during dinner. Alice thought Jennie was going to mount the boy at the table. She pressed her self against him and kept his finger in her twat, getting herself off again and again while she fed him in preparation for the strenuous night she evidently was expecting. Somehow the next part of the evening had been a replay of the first night with Alice again finding herself tipsy and on the couch with Annie this time playing with her titties and nuzzling her ear until she was insanely horny. She had put up no resistance as Alice’s hand found its way under her skirt and pushed aside her already soaked panties. Later, after Annie brought her friend to several soft orgasms with her hand, she had explained to Alice why Jennie was so sex-crazy that night. “She’s fertile for the first time since her baby, so she’s planning for Clem to get her pregnant again tonight. She says he doesn’t know, but I’m sure he does. Men here do; we just get delirious knowing we’re about to get knocked up again. I remember the state I was in the night Clem gave me MY second,” Annie explained patting her paunch. “He’ll do her good, too. He’ll keep her filled tonight and most of tomorrow and give her plenty of orgasms to make sure she catches.”

That was shocking enough, but a few climaxes later Alice was too sated to react when Annie, giggling, suggested they go up to watch. Alice half protested, but Annie assured her, “She’ll love it. Since the first time Clem’s dong went in her, my little sister’s gotten real kinky. Not that she’s likely to notice, however, as far gone as she’ll be.”

“Far gone” was an understatement. Jennie’s shrieks of delight could be heard from far down the long hall even as the two women approached. When Alice peeked through the bedroom door she saw a thirteen year-old boy-man grunting and pounding away steadily at an incoherent young woman who was screaming in ecstasy, her arms grasped tightly around his neck and legs locked around his torso, in a delirium of desire. His piston seemed to be churning a froth of the white goop that must have represented at least one load of jizz already.

The pungent smell of sex boiling off the sweating bodies of the rutting pair made Alice dizzy. The boy’s business-like copulation had sent the panting young woman far beyond the familiar four dimensions of space-time to a transcendental realm of reproductive lust. “Clem, baby! Yes, fuck me deep, baby! ... Baby! ... I want another baby, Clem ... I want your babieeeeeee,” the sex-demented woman howled as the boy’s body stiffened and readied itself to comply with her pleas.

The sight of the formerly sophisticated young woman sent into a mindless breeding frenzy by the backwoods boy’s cock naturally got Alice wound up. She would no doubt have slipped a finger into her needful slit, but Annie’s was already there. “Yes, Alice, sweetheart. Isn’t it sexy seeing him put another baby in her?” Annie cooed as she worked her ex-boss into a lather. “I can tell how horny it’s making you, sweetie. Need to come, don’t you? You’re so wet, honey. You need it bad. Let me help you.” Gently Annie guided Alice away for the scene of Clem collapsing onto the comatose young woman, his half turgid cock still stuffed into Jennie’s distended pussy plugging her and holding in a massive charge of fertilizing sperm in her willing, vulnerable womb. Alice was too dazed by orgasm to know that Annie was accompanying her to her room to spend the night reaping the benefits of her little sister’s instruction the night before of the State Superintendent of Education in the fine art of rug munching.

That explained part of the delay, but why had Alice been unable to turn down one of Clem’s sisters who came with breakfast yesterday but didn’t leave until she and Alice had eaten each other silly and Alice was dozing again? The rest of the day had been a blur. The sister who had just fucked her—or was it her twin?—Alice couldn’t tell the two pregnant beauties apart—was there when she awoke. Amazingly she had allowed the girl to “help” her dress which led to comments about how well her breasts were developing and some touching to be sure that had until Alice was panting for another pussy-lapping sixty nine session. After lunch—mountains of fried chicken, black-eyed peas, turnip greens, corn bread, peach cobblers and pitchers of iced tea—Alice had been too stuffed and drowsy to say no to the suggestion that she should be taken to buy new bras. The morning’s breast examination, before it degenerated into a hot session of girl-woman lust, had indeed revealed that Alice no longer fit into the C-cup bras she had brought with her.

Clem drove silently while his sisters in the back seat with Alice were unable to keep their hands off the newcomer and Alice was totally incapable of fending off the kisses and caresses that had her in a lather when the girls led her into the shop. The sight that greeted her was astounding. Women were milling about, trying on bras and panties necessitated by newly expanding bellies and exploding breasts. Apparently there was no changing room and the pregnant beauties preened unashamedly around the shop. The only women who were fully, if scantily, dressed were the mothers of the little girls who were being fitted with maternity lingerie. A strong musk of feminine arousal pervaded the air.

If Alice had not been in too much of a sexual daze, she might have picked up some information about what was going on from the conversation between the shop owner, a pretty young woman of maybe eighteen with a huge belly, and her young daughter. The little girl wanted to know why a grown-up woman like her—she pointed at Alice—didn’t have regular “boom boom’s” like mommy and other women had. “I don’t want to grow up like HER!” showing disdain for Alice’s inadequate headlights. The child need not have worried about herself; two firm lemons were already poking through her thin dress. “Don’t be rude, Lizzy Lynn. She’s new in town and don’t have no baby in her yet. She’ll be OK soon.”

This explanation only led Lizzy Lynn to ask incredulously why the “funny woman” did NOT have a baby in her. “Don’t she have no daddy or brothers to give her babies like you do Mommy? Alice did not get to hear that answer as the inquisitive child Lynn was scooted off to the care of an aunt of maybe eleven, whose lemons had turned to grapefruit and whose tummy showed signs that she DID have a daddy or a brother like mommy.

The sisters opined and the shopkeeper agreed that all Alice needed was “sumpin’ temp’rary, ‘cause her tits IS growin’ purdy fast fer a outlander.” It wasn’t clear to Alice why she needed to be totally nude to be fitted for a new bra or why it was necessary for the shop owner and the twins to fondle her and tweak her breasts—and play with her sex—so deliciously—while they decided on lingerie for her, but she was past caring; the attention had her squirming. Still, it was a bit of a shock when the young woman apologized for “getting’ ya so hot and bothered, Ma’am” and offering to “hep ya out.” Just watching the fitting had apparently already had a similar effect on the pregnant twins who had dropped their thin dresses and had their heads happily buried in each other’s blonde crotches. Evidently, clients getting ‘hot and bothered” was a frequent problem, for the shop woman pulled back a curtain atone end of the shop to reveal a bed, no two.

On one bed the eleven-year old aunt who was supposed to be “seeing after” the Lizzy Lynn was herself being “seen after.” On her knees, face to the pillow, the girl was moaning with pleasure while a boy who looked enough like her to be her twin was fucking away madly. The Lizzy Lynn, unattended, was happily playing with her naked Barbie who she had bent into the same position as her oblivious aunt. Lizzy Lynn was rapidly moving a Ken doll with a oversized penis in and out of the anatomically, if not politically correct Barbie. “Do her good, Ken! Your sister wants another baby,” the child giggled. “She wants to get another big belly just like Zeekie gived Ruthie May.”

As if to confirm the child’s words, Ruthie was moaning, “Oh, yes, Zeekie, give it to me, brother. Give me another one!”

Drunk with desire, however, Alice hardly registered the scene around her and let the shop owner lay her down on the other bed before crawling in with her. Between kisses and caresses the young woman assured Alice that she’d soon have “fine baby-feedin’” breasts and praised her for their sensitivity. The praises stopped when the woman had kissed her way to Alice’s now dripping bush and began to tease Alice’s hot sex with her tongue. The twins were yelping in mutually induced ecstasy when Alice’s first orgasm exploded and melted into another and another. When a warm wet pussy appeared in her face, Alice was more than eager to return the favor to its owner and be rewarded with a gush of tasty girl sex juice.

Just as Alice slipped into a post-orgasmic slumber she heard Lizzy Lynn exclaim, “That’s good Ken. You knocked Barbie up real good, I reckon. Now you keep her good and plugged up so all that baby juice will stay in where it’ll do her the most good.”

Alice and the twins were so exhausted on the way home with their purchases, they didn’t even make out, just dozed cuddled together.

That night’s dinner was different as it was the twins’ nights with Clem, which left both Annie and Jennie more time for Alice. Jennie was beside herself with excitement, certain that Clem had indeed given her another baby. Annie was happy for her sister, but couldn’t suppress the smugness of being sure SHE was already pregnant by their boy lover. In the relative calm Alice was able to extract a promise to help her talk to Judge Finster the next day. She felt that the Judge could help her solve the mystery of the little town if any woman could, though she was coming to doubt anyone wanted to.

Seduction no longer being necessary—Alice knew she’d be sleeping with one of the sister that night and was looking forward to it—they sipped wine and talked almost normally. Normally, except for the topic of conversation: how hunky the local men were, the enormous sizes of their penises, and the total satisfaction the combination produced in a horny woman. Both Annie and Jennie, though semi-officially mated to Clem, had many stories of sex with other men and boys, stories that got progressively more hilarious as the second bottle of wine disappeared.

The sisters disagreed about whether Clem’s oldest brother or Clem’s daddy had the bigger cock, but they agreed that one of these days they’d like to have a baby with each of the men. Alice’s only surprise came when Jennie and Annie let her know that both would be coming to her room that night and from learning the fun of three-way all girl sex.

Well, that was last night. Today was going to be different. Jennie and Annie had arisen early to attend to chores around the little establishment and the twins were presumably still playing pretend “knock-me-up” with their brother. After a short session with one of the vibrators, Alice dressed alone, marveling how snuggly the new larger bra fit her evidently larger breasts, and made her way down for an almost reasonable size breakfast.

On the way downstairs Alice passed by Clem’s bedroom and wasn’t fazed to find the door open and chairs setup in the hallway for anyone who wanted could stop and watch. It seemed that watching people fuck was almost like a spectator’s sport around the house. Peering into the room, she could see all three in a tangle of arms and legs. It looked as if one of the twins was passed out on her back and Clem was hovering over her on all fours. Her sister was helping by aiming Clem’s dick at the gaping snatch below. It looked like she was pointing a hose gushing milk into a cup that was already full. Clem just kept grunting as his sister pumped his prick in time with each spurt. “You fill’er up, brother, and I’ll eat her out,” she giggled. Alice just wondered off downstairs for something to eat herself.

Several cup of coffee had left her with a bit of a buzz, but at least she wasn’t feeling groggy as she made her way to the Courthouse. Alice could make out muffled cries as she tapped on the inner office door marked “Judge Ruth Finster.” “Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, OH, OOOOOH.” Even back in the city Alice would have recognized this as the sound of a woman getting vigorously and satisfyingly pleasured. Here in Cutter’s Creek she shouldn’t have been surprised. The only thing odd was her own action: to try the door, find it unlocked and to peek in. There she saw a pretty forty-something woman lying on her back, a judicial robe rucked up around her waist, knees bent and high-heel sandals planted firmly among the legal papers on her office desk, being serviced by a teen with an absolutely monster cock. “FUCK me you little scamp! Yes! YES! Is one enough for you? Come in my pregnant pussy and give me octuplets!!!!”

Alice knew that was impossible—at least it was impossible anywhere but Cutters Creek—but the boy seemed to be willing to try. He bellowed like a bull inseminating a heifer as his body shook in orgasm in a final desperate lunge. The middle aged woman howled with delight as she felt the boys hot seed spew deep into her womb. The boy grasped her round hips and held his cock in her as if holding in a massive load of baby-making sperm.

To her surprise, Alice’s scientific observation of how the Cutters Creek judiciary prepared for court was interrupted by her own orgasm. Somehow, without her knowing it, Alice’s hand had had found it way to her own excited cunt. A mere brush of her engorged clit had sent her over the edge. Fortunately, the far more kinetic sex of the mis-matched couple before her covered her own grunts and gave Alice time to withdraw to the waiting room.

When at last Alice found herself with a still flushed Judge Finster and a smirking teen sitting in a corner, she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to pretend belief of the judge’s explanation of her delay. “I was getting a ... er, ... brief from Jethro, my ...uhh, ... clerk.” Whatever Judge Ruth Finster had been getting from Jethro, Alice thought, it certainly had not been brief. After she withdrew Alice had heard the pair start over again, this time with the matronly, if still curvy woman on top.

After some initial attempts at denial Judge Finster seemed to change her mind and decide to take Alice into her confidence. For the first time Alice heard the story of how a few years ago Rev. Daniels had come to Cutters Creek from Fertile Valley. At the time Judge Finster had not heard of the strange goings on in Fertile Valley and was unconcerned about one more hick preacher trying to start a new church in this Bible belt hinterland town. Soon thereafter the explosion of pregnancies began. “I think it’s something in the water, though I suspect it’s in the dairy products and local wines the Church sells,” Ruth had confided. Alice blanched thinking of the gallons of wine, water, and milk she must have drunk since arriving. “By itself, it just makes the women unnaturally horny and physically transforms both genders into the other’s fantasy ideal. Women grow wider of hips and bust but narrower of waist. Girls enter puberty earlier, having womanly proportions by the time they are ten or eleven and menopause seems to be delayed indefinitely. Men and boys develop classic stud physiques, as you must have noticed,” she grinned at Alice who has been glancing, furtively she thought, at Jethro whose own appreciation of Alice was anything but disguised.

“And fertility and virility went through the roof. It seems that women get pregnant EVERY time they get fucked at even approximately the “right” time. The pill looses it effectiveness within a few weeks of exposure to the water. Still that does not explain the positive urge to have babies that they—well, we—have. Yes I’m as hooked as the silliest schoolgirl. That comes only after you’ve been bred by a Cutters Creek man. One fuck and there’s no turning back. After that, you can’t get enough cock. I don’t believe that “go fourth and multiply” shit that Rev. Daniels preaches. I don’t know if he does. But after I visited him once and let the sexy bastard fill me up with more cum than I’d ever dreamed of, I sure as Hell practice what HE preaches. He only did me once, the bastard, so I don’t know if he put this baby in me or if Jethro did. I guess I don’t really care. I just know I want to get fucked with a big sperm-spewing cock every chance I get. Yes, and when I’ve got one in me, I want it to make me pregnant. It’s like my body wants to reward the prick that’s driving me crazy with pleasure, with a baby.”

“Ruth, that’s horrible!” Alice exclaimed in sympathy.

“Yes, I guess that’s what I’d have said before it happened to me. But is it really so bad? I’m also going to be a mother after thinking for years that I never would be, I have a hard-dicked boy who keeps me fucked silly and I have a well-paying job to support as many babies as Jethro can give me. What more could a woman want?”

“But this town, the population explosion, it can’t go on!”

“I know. At least I know it when I don’t have a big cock in me, making it impossible to think about anything else” the judge grinned. “I guess that’s why I confided in you. Maybe you can help me figure out what I, what we can do. You haven’t been “converted” yet. Have you?”

Alice confirmed that she had not had sex with a Cutters Creek man, thought she admitted feeling the effects of the water in her bodily measurements and her urges. “Jennie and Annie, yes, the schemers! They are probably trying to get you softened up for Clem, building up your craving for sex and waiting until the pill wears off. We have to keep our suspicions secret from them until we find a solution.”

“Jennie, Annie?”

“’Fraid so. Like most wives, they want to please their man and know that the way to do that is to let him impregnate as many women as possible. They are hopeless. You and I know the outside world and that Cutters Creek cannot go on as it is. Sooner of later it’ll be stopped. It must be stopped, though I don’t want to see it.”

“You don’t?”

“Not at a personal level. My brain has already been fried and my libido hopelessly corrupted. I can’t go without getting fucked silly several times a day and breeding babies, but something has to be done.”

“But what?” Alice asked.

“That’s what you’ve got to help me figure out. But not now. I’ve got court. Why don’t you sit in? It should be amusing. And maybe you’ll learn something. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready. Jethro, come here you little fucker! I’ve got to sit in front of scores of Cutters Creek men for hours with noting but a vibrator up my cunt to keep me going. I need some more of the real thing to tide me over!”