The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Good Morning, Johnson, Jackson and Hayes. How may I direct your call?” The voice was pleasant and female.

“I’m not sure. I’m looking at some old acquisition papers from about nineteen years ago. They’re on your firm’s letterhead. I need to talk to someone regarding what these papers involve. My name is all over them, and I was an infant when they were drawn up.”

“Okay, are there any signatures on the papers?”

Of course there were. “Yes: Garret Setton and Ronald Johnson.”

“Excellent. Hold one moment while I transfer you to his office.” Then there was soft music.

It didn’t take long for someone to pick up. This time it was a man. “This is Ronald Johnson, how can I help you, Mr. Setton?”

“Mr. Johnson, this is Ral calling, not Garret. I’m calling regarding the documents your firm handled almost twenty years ago with my name on them. I’d like to talk to you in person if possible; I need to know what these papers detail and they are a bit confusing.”

“I see. Well, Ral,” he emphasized my name as if I were some child he was speaking to, “If you have a way of getting to my office, I’ll be more than happy to see you. With the blizzard hitting last night, many of my clients have rescheduled their appointments.”

“How long will you be there today, Mr. Johnson?”

“I can stay as late as necessary.”

“That’s very generous. I’ll try not to make you stay too late. I’ll be there just as soon as possible.”

I thought I heard him chuckle. “And that’s very generous of you, Ral.”

We hung up and I looked over the papers again. Dad’s name was on all of them but there was nothing regarding my real parents. Michael had said that I hadn’t been adopted through a normal agency. Were these papers actually regarding my adoption, or something else altogether? There was a man waiting to answer that question and I needed a way to get to him.

While putting the papers back into the folder, a note slipped out of the folder. There was a number scribbled on it, but it didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t a date or a phone number. I put it back in and closed up the folder. I would need a car.

Mom was in her room. She was sitting on the side of her bed and it looked like tears had been streaming down her face for a while.

I sat next to her, just as she had with me on the couch the night before, leaving no room between us. “What’s wrong?”

She wiped her face with the back of her hands. “I’m... I’m just...” She was holding a framed picture in her other hand. It was of her and Dad.

“Your worried what he’ll think?”

Mom nodded. “God, we’ve had fights and one of us would end up on the couch, but nothing like this has ever happened. I’ve never wanted anyone else.”

I hugged her, but I could feel that burning desire right there, ready for the slightest opportunity. I pulled away but didn’t jump back. I wasn’t afraid of a desire, I had them all the time, but hers had a way of making you forget that other things were more important. “Remember, Mom, this isn’t you. Someone is doing this to you. You can beat this thing, Mom. I’ll help you, okay?”

She nodded.

“I’m going to head into town. The law firm is right here and the road should have been cleared by now.”

“I don’t know. You might have to borrow Monique and Ryan’s SUV to get through. That snow piled up pretty high last night.”

It was my turn to nod. “Okay, I’ll ask him about it.” I took her hand and squeezed it. She took the opportunity to kiss my hand. I let her, but when that fire started to push past her will, I pulled firmly away. “You have to hold on, please. I’ll be back soon, hopefully with answers and a way to help you.”

She nodded again and the look in her eyes told me she would probably stay in her room crying.

I didn’t like it. Not at all. If I somehow broke the bond between Mom and this Mage, then Monique and whoever else was bound to him... or her... might suffer for it. I had to find out who it was.

I ran upstairs to my room to get my coat and gloves. Ryan was outside shoveling snow, something I should be helping him with...

I realized that I hadn’t really talked to Ryan. I didn’t know what he was like, other than what I had assumed from his appearance and Mom’s impression of him. He might be a nice guy, he might be a total ass. I wouldn’t know until I found out.

Outside, the front sidewalk had already been finished and I found him working on the driveway. He was obviously in good shape, throwing snow to the side with an efficient rhythm. Then I realized he was wearing headphones and listening to music.

I stood behind him for a moment watching. Ryan had been password protected in Master PC too. That either meant he was either bound to the same Mage, or maybe he was the Mage responsible. The scarf he wore kept me from seeing whether he had the same mark as Mom and Monique. Then it dawned on me, even if he did have a mark, he could still be either the master or one of the schiavi. My girls had my mark and there was no difference between what hovered over their chests and the one hovering over mine. How could I tell? Well, if I could see the connections, I would see if he had one connection or multiple. Or if he had any at all.

There was also the fact that Ryan hadn’t done anything to make me suspect him, except maybe by his inaction. Well, there were the incidents with Mandy, but her memories showed him benign and passive. I guess I would be a bit shocked and inactive too if my girlfriend’s sister kissed me out of the blue and then ran off. Otherwise, he hadn’t come to me, either to greet, to shun, or to offer something bizarre because he was compelled to. If he were a Mage, I would think my being condemned would have him calling for reinforcements or a team to help remove my powers or some such. Something should have happened, but, as far as I could tell with Ryan, nothing had.

Well, he might be just a normal, pleasant human being. He hadn’t shown himself to be anything else. “Hey, Ryan!”

He turned and saw me. Immediately he plucked the earphones out and smiled. “Hey!” He was breathing heavily from the exertion. A twang of guilt hit me for not being out here with him. Growing up, this had been my chore.

“I’ve got to run into town. Something’s come up at the store I work at back in Texas and I need to speak with a lawyer. I was hoping I could borrow your SUV.”

“Oh, well... um, actually the SUV belongs to Monique. It’s her baby.” He shrugged. “I don’t have a problem but you’ll have to ask her for the keys.”

I nodded, not perturbed but dreading that request.

I looked around at his work. “Good job out here. It’s usually me that does the shoveling.”

Ryan grinned. I could see why the girls found him charming. He was handsome. Not that his looks affected me one way or the other. “It’s good exercise.” He gave me a quick once-over but my bulky coat didn’t allow for a reasonable estimation to what my health was. I had lost most of my fat when my powers had awakened and maintained the trim body with my only exercise being walking to classes and sex. However, I knew what he meant. I was usually worn out by the time I finished shoveling the driveway clear.

I nodded in agreement but didn’t have anything else to talk to him about. Maybe, if he didn’t turn out to be the one causing all the trouble and I got everything resolved, I’d chat with him, get to know him. After all, he was supposed to be my future brother-in-law, as it were.

I went to the great room but only Yvonne and Chloe were there. Mom was still in her room, curled up on her bed. Upstairs, Monique wasn’t in the bathroom, or, thankfully, my room. I was fairly certain that she wasn’t in Mandy’s room, but I decided to check anyway.

Knocking softly, I pushed Mandy’s door open a crack. She was laying on her bed staring out of her window, simply ignoring whoever had just knocked. I could feel her sorrow. She felt helpless.

I went in, closing the door softly, and sat next to her on the bed. Her face was wet from tears just like Mom’s had been.

~What are we going to do for her, Ral?~

~I’m not sure yet. I want to break the bond between her and whoever has her, but that might put Monique in further jeopardy.~

~So Mo’ has a mark too?~

I nodded.

~Oh, God! Why did they have to pick my family? Why?~

I laid my hand on her arm, a soft comforting touch. She grasped my hand in hers immediately and she pulled my palm to her face. She sniffed and licked me. For her it was the most comforting thing she ever did for herself.

~I’m going into town to talk to this lawyer. Mom gave me all of the papers she could find that had my name on them. There are no actual adoption papers, so I have to find out what the papers mean. Do you want to go or stay?~

~I’ll stay. I don’t want to leave Mom.~

~Well, she’s down in her room, crying. She’s pretty messed up about this, but she’s fighting it.~

~Ral, could you tell her?~

~Tell her what?~

~About you and me? Please?~ she added quickly, looking up at me. When I took in a breath to retort, she continued, ~You’ve already explained to her how you know what’s happening. Maybe she won’t be so mad about it?~

~I’ll tell her that I’ve told you what’s happening, but the less trauma she goes through at one time, the better.~

Mandy nodded and sat up. ~Let’s go then. I can’t stand the idea of her being alone right now.~

I followed Mandy downstairs and into Mom’s room.

“Mom...” She was balled up on her bed. When Mandy and I stepped in, she stayed still. She was having difficulty holding on.

Mandy went to the bed and curled up behind her. She stroked Mom’s hair and started whispering to her. I went over and sat on the edge of the bed where Mom could see me. Apparently, Mandy’s presence was helping her. She relaxed before my eyes.

“Hey, I told Mandy what was going on. She’s worried and wants to help, even if it means just staying with you until I can figure out what to do. Okay?”

Mom smiled and nodded, kissing Mandy’s hand but otherwise remaining as still as possible.

I got up and left them in the quiet. There wasn’t a lot that could happen. Worst case scenario would probably be the two of them going at it as Mandy tried to help Mom’s urges calm down. I hoped not. If Mandy actually got turned on and shifted... Oh, her claws might bring on some of the pain Mom and Monique had been asking for. I crossed my fingers. Here’s hoping Mom didn’t have any lesbian tendencies.

Well, I had checked everywhere for Monique except the obvious. I went back up and straight to her door. After I knocked, there was movement and the door cracked open. At first her eyes were wide, as if she were terrified of who was on the other side, but as soon as she recognized me, the look shifted and the fire within was visible through the grin on her face.

I didn’t want to go in that room. The last thing I needed was to have to give her something in order to borrow her SUV. I had feared she would demand something in return and it looked like I was right.

Monique backed away from the door, watching me. I could see through the crack that she had pulled her bed sheet around her to answer the door, but now she let it fall away from her naked body.

I shook my head. “Might as well get it over with,” I said under my breath. Then I walked into the room and closed the door.

Monique had crawled onto the bed and laid back with her legs spread wide. She reached under the pillow and pulled out a dildo. I would have done a double-take but only heaved a sigh as she ran the length of the massive toy along her slit. It was one of the models unique to Mr. Naughty’s. Unique because I had been the one chosen to model for it. My girls had a lot of fun that day, getting the casting. However, I was surprised that Monique had one. Some coincidence. I knew we had an online store and that this particular model was selling well. I just never thought I would see it in the hands of any of my adoptive family.

She brought the toy up to run it between her breasts and sucked on the tip. It reminded me of the day before, and I was causing a tent in my pants.

“Since you’ve got a replacement, how about loaning me your SUV?”

Monique smiled as she pulled the toy from her lips. “Now why would I want to loan you my SUV? What have you done to deserve it?”

I had lied to Ryan about my reason for seeing the lawyer. There was no reason to give Monique a different story. In fact, it might help me. “I’ve got an important meeting I have to go to. It has to do with the very store you got that from.” I nodded at the toy she was rubbing between her boobs.

She looked at it and then at me. “How do you know where I got this?”

“Put it back in your mouth, only don’t taste it, feel it.”

She did and her eyes widened. “No way!”

I nodded, though I wasn’t smiling. After I got home, I might have to pull that particular toy from our line.

She pouted. “But you taste better. Especially all that hot sperm shooting into my mouth.” Then she drew the toy down her body and held the tip of it at her entrance. “I don’t want to suck on you today. I want to fuck you. I want the real Cockzilla spreading me like this toy does,” and she pressed it into herself. I rarely watched how my girls looked with my cock buried in them, so it was an even more unusual sight to be standing across the room from Monique while she pressed as much of the toy into her body as would fit.

I was throbbing. It took quite a bit of willpower to stand there and not even adjust myself for comfort. I crossed my arms and watched her fuck herself with the dildo. She watched me watch her and became more flamboyant with her own eagerness to turn me on.

I waited. Maybe she would get herself off and would be too worn out to argue with me when I asked about the SUV again. Yeah, right. As if. My girls were usually only worn out after I had creamed on or in them three or four times. Since I didn’t have enough experience with Monique to know how long it might take for her to finish and reach that state of weariness, I decided to ask again. “Well, that’s doing quite the job. How about those keys?”

She shook her head. “I want you in me. Fuck me Ral and I’ll loan you my SUV.”

This was ridiculous. She was wriggling around on the bed and those keys were probably in her purse somewhere. I walked around the bed looking for it. Monique watched me, still driving the toy in and out of her soppy snatch. “I’ve hidden my keys, Ral. You won’t find them.”

I looked at her. “How did you know to hide your keys?”

She grinned at me. “Fuck me and find out.”

I shook my head. “I’ll trudge the snow before I do that. How did you know to hide your keys?”

She let go of the dildo, leaving it buried in her, rolled over and crawled toward me. Her movement was provocative and I was still throbbing at the sight of her, especially with the base of that dildo sticking out from behind her so far. She couldn’t take half of it.

I stood there while she rubbed her face against my crotch. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her up. She didn’t scream out or tell me to let go. Instead her eyes watched me as I forced her up. She tried to kiss me once she was upright, but I held her back. “Tell me how you knew to hide your keys and I’ll give you what you want.”

She smiled. “I don’t know. I just had this... need to put my keys in a safe place.”

“No one came in here and told you? You didn’t hear a voice?”

She tried to shake her head but I held it firm. “No. No voices. No one told me to.”

The only other two I had talked to about a vehicle were my Mom and Ryan. It might have been possible that this Mage that Mom and Monique were bound to could hear what they heard, but if so, then that same Mage would know that I was no normal human. To some degree that scared me. However, there was also Ryan. If he was the Mage behind this, and I still had no proof, then he would have so much to answer for...

While my mind was occupied, Monique pulled against my grip and draw slowly closer. She pressed against me and her lips met mine. Her tongue was in my mouth and though I knew it was probably because she was being told to, forced to, I could kiss her back. I stood there, letting her kiss me and as she did so, I reached down and found the handle to the dildo. Gripping it with my hand firmly against her bottom, I pulled it back and pressed it back in. I didn’t know what would be too far and I certainly didn’t want to hurt her. Of course could always hurt herself with it after I was gone, but that was something that I would have to chance.

Sure enough, Monique began moving against my hand, trying to take in more of what she was probably already too deep with. I was still throbbing in my pants and the need to cum built up.

My anger was like waves on the beach, building, cresting, falling and pulling back. It was there and then gone, back with a crash and withdrawn with a whisper. I was pissed with the Mage responsible, and then sorry that Monique was crawling over me like she was. It was a roller coaster ride that, in and of itself, was starting to make me angry and that was not how I wanted to be, angry.

I pulled Monique back from her kissing me and told her, “Give me your keys, Monique. I don’t want to hurt you, and with the way I’m feeling now you might end up in a hospital.”

Monique continued to rub against me. “That sounds like a challenge. Come on, Ral, wouldn’t you rather fuck me than go to some crummy meeting?”

Honestly? She had be all heated up and yes, I wanted sex, but I wanted to be calm and in better control of myself before taking care of that need. So, it was a partial truth. “I have to go to this meeting. It has to be today.”

“Fine. Then I’ll just lay back with this massive hard lance and give myself over to the needs you won’t fulfill...”

I felt relief as she pulled away and rolled over. She was laying with her head at the edge of the bed where I stood and her bottom pointing away from me. Both of her hands gripped the dildo and began pressing it in further. The look on her face was a mix of pain and pleasure and I knew, because there were several inches of length left to that toy, that she would hurt herself. Whoever was playing with her may have figured out my reluctance and possibly my desire to help them. They were now forcing Monique to do something right in front of me that would coerce me into doing something I didn’t want to do.

There was one thing I could do. I walked around the bed, Monique watching me, and as mean as she might think of it, I pulled the toy out of her hands and out of her body. There was a smear of blood on the tip. I had seen blood on certain days when with my girls but it had been due to other cycles their bodies went through. I was hopeful for Monique.

“Monique, is it that time of month for you?”

She grinned. “Fuck me and find out.”

This game was getting old. “I’ll be holding onto this while I’m gone. You,” I said giving her a stern look, “better keep your legs closed until I return.”

The look in her eyes was still manic, the grin, just as dirty, but she closed her legs, then raised her feet to display her bottom to me.

I reached out and grabbed one of her feet. Those desires for sex and pain tried to ride up my arm into me, but I shoved them back. Then with a bit more will of my own, I commanded Monique, “Get your keys for me, now.”

Her eyes glazed over. “Get my keys for you now,” she repeated softly. After I let go of her foot, she rolled over and went to the corner of the room. She pulled up a loose floorboard and pulled out her keys. I went to her and took the keys. She stood up, eyes smoking, red lips smiling. “Can I have a fuck now?”

I held up the toy and she reached for it. Just as she touched it, I grasped her hand around it. Again, I commanded, “You can use this to help sate your need, but you will not do any damage to yourself with it or anything even closely resembling it.”

Her eyes glazed over. “I can use this to help sate my need, but I will not do any damage to myself with it or anything even closely resembling it.”

I turned and left the room. Monique merely watched me go, not saying anything, not moving to cover herself or get dressed. I hoped my commands were strong enough.