The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kayla set her notebook and pencil down on the bed beside her and rose to her feet. She shuffled past Rebecca and out of her room.

“Where are you going?” asked her friend, “we’ve barely started.”

Kayla didn’t respond; she heard the sound and recognized it to be someone talking, but it wasn’t immediately clear to her that it was her the words were directed at, though it should have been. Slowly but surely, she walked out of her room and down the stairs, absent-mindedly disabled the alarm, turned the lock, and opened the door. Kayla stepped to the side and welcomed a man into the home.

Rebecca stood at the top of the staircase, “I thought you said…” her voice trailed off. Although he wasn’t particularly attractive, neither Kayla nor Rebecca could take their eyes off of him; he was truly captivating. Like her friend before her, Rebecca slowly descended the stairs, drawing ever nearer to the stranger.

He pushed past Kayla and headed to the living room, where he took a seat on the couch. The two teens followed not far behind positioning themselves on either end of the man. For the first time since she had begun to act strangely, Rebecca could see into her friend’s eyes. A mix of fear, confusion, and arousal tried desperately to shine through the thick fog that clouded her, but it was clear the lighthouse of Kayla’s mind was now abandoned, soon enough what little lustre remained in her eyes would be gone and she wondered if Kayla was witnessing the same struggle in her.

As one light in her dimmed, another was ignited, one that shone brighter and with more intensity than she had ever felt before, one farther south. Lost in Kayla’s eyes, she hadn’t noticed the stranger had shoved his hand under her waistband and was now caressing her.

Without thought and overcome by the urges that had engulfed her, Rebecca swung her leg over the stranger and began gyrating her hips, trying desperately to feel him firm against her clit. She let out an involuntary moan as she felt his finger slip inside her.

Kayla now sat topless, his other hand freely grabbing at her chest. Though Kayla had always played them off a more of a curse than a blessing, Rebecca couldn’t help but be a little envious of her. It was hard not to be jealous of the attention men threw at her, at them, it was clear this man was no different. Kayla always responded the same way whenever she brought up her boobs, “I may get their attention walking toward them, but you’re lying to yourself if you don’t think they’re watching you walk away. I’d trade my tits for your ass any day of the week.”

As if he heard the refrain echo in her mind, the stranger took his hand out of Rebecca’s pants and pushed her to her feet. She turned around and bent over to show the man her best asset. A sudden crack rang throughout the room followed by a small stinging on her left cheek. Rebecca looked around for the source, only to find her own hand raised, ready to strike once more. Sure enough, it came down again, harder than the first. She recoiled a bit but was otherwise unphased by her own actions, it felt normal, it felt right.

This time, however, instead of rising back up her hand shot to her zipper. Quickly Rebecca wiggled out of her jeans and underwear and kicked them to the side. Now, no longer restricted by her pants, she spread her legs wider and bent back over.

She stood there, hands stretched around her hips putting herself on display for the man, frozen and waiting. Small fragments of thought tried to settle in her mind, but like drops of water in a hot pan, they quickly sputtered and vanished; leaving no trace that they had ever existed. Rebecca was empty, not much different than the sofa she had just been sitting on, and she was fine with it, she had to be.

Kayla couldn’t contain her pleasure, her cries managed to grab her friend’s attention even in her stupor; Rebecca looked back over her shoulder at the two of them. Kayla had straddled the stranger and began suffocating him with her chest while she rocked back and forth on his cock.

Jealousy flooded Rebecca as she watched him slide in and out of Kayla’s fertile cunt. A bead of arousal hung off her pussy, she had hoped that this clear invitation would be enough for the man to finally make his move towards her, but to no avail. With his face buried between Kayla’s tits, she may as well not exist to him and if she didn’t exist to him, why did she exist at all?

Rebecca begged, “please, sir, I need to feel you inside me.” The words fell from Rebecca’s mouth like water from a faucet, naturally and with no resistance. She felt her face turn an even darker shad of red, as if it instinctually knew to be embarrassed by what she had just said.

Pleasure filled her as she felt his focus shift to her. The slow drip between her legs and turned into a flood. “I’m so fucking wet for you babe, please.” said Rebecca, as she continued to plead her case.

He stood up off of the couch, Kayla still clinging to him, her hips trying to pump him for all she could with what little time she knew she had left. He tossed her to the floor with little regard for her safety and approached Rebecca.

She shivered as he ran a hand down her back and grabbed onto her hips. This was what she had been waiting for. Rebecca let out a cry of pleasure and pain as the stranger pushed his cock into her asshole. She opened her mouth to protest, this wasn’t what she had wanted, she had never done anal before, but quickly closed it again as she bit her lip. Rebecca knew that what she wanted wasn’t important, if this was how he wanted her, who was she to deny him?

“See Becca, what do I keep telling you about your ass?” asked Kayla getting up off the floor. Rebecca opened her mouth to reply, but only managed to let out another moan. “Aww, sweetie, you’re a little cock drunk right now, aren’t you? I’m so jealous.” Kayla sat down on the couch and spread her legs, her hands quickly found their way between her thighs and began rubbing herself. Rebecca found her hands doing the same. “I can’t even imagine how good it feels to have that nice hard cock of his inside your tight little ass. Just look at him, you can tell he’s enjoying it too. Fuck, that makes it so much hotter.”

Rebecca turned to take a look at the man inside of her, his once stoic face now tensed with pleasure. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride that she was able to bring it to him.

“He looks like he’s about ready to pop,” said Kayla. “God, I hope to fuck he doesn’t waste it by pulling out. I fucking need to see him fill that ass of yours.”

Words poured from Rebecca’s mouth; phrases that she had never uttered before and phrases that she knew she’d never say again. “Please, drain your balls in my ass,” pleaded Rebecca. “I need to feel your cum inside me.

“Do it, cum for us, sir, please,” urged Kayla.

Rebecca’s legs buckled as a new wave of pleasure washed over her. The man caught her and pulled her close getting as deep into her as he possibly could while he shot his load inside of her. In that instant, Rebecca knew peace and comfort like she no other. The stranger’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her close, his lips placed firmly on her neck, time stretched on as Rebecca tried desperately to hold onto the moment.

Eventually, he withdrew from her and just as quickly as he had arrived, and without so much as a word, he was gone. The two girls were one again alone. Kayla still furiously masturbating on the couch trying to achieve a climax that remained out of reach. “Becca bend over, I want to see it leaking out of you,” she said.

“Rebecca?” asked Kayla, snapping her fingers three times.

Rebecca looked around her friend’s bedroom, trying to regain her faculties “Sorry, Kay, did you ask me something, I zoned out a bit.”

“Yeah, how did you solve the integral in 3c?” repeated Kayla.

“Oh, I was able to do it with just substitution. Here, let me show you.” As Rebecca took a seat on the bed beside her friend, she quickly slid a hand under her, though she couldn’t explain why, it felt like she had just sat in a puddle.