The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I don’t know if the douchebag’s wife put me through my paces or I put her through them. We fucked until my semen was, literally, pouring out of her. The entire time, her husband sat in the corner, spraying the floor in front of his chair. She fainted just before her husband urged me to fuck her in the ass. He wanted to bring her around for me to continue, but I’d had enough—enough of being in the same room with his freaky shit. He offered me a ride home; I let him pay for a cab.

I sat in the backseat of the taxi watching the streetlights pass by. Not thinking was a good place to be! Not thinking about what Mary said, or the hostesses for that matter. Not thinking about the douchebag doing exactly what I thought about him doing. Not thinking about playing the lottery, in case it was all luck. Not thinking about visiting the doctor and telling them that while my cock had more than doubled in length and width, I didn’t fucking mind one bit.

The cab driver wasn’t an idiot—he refused to go into the combat zone. I could only talk him into dropping me off five blocks away rather than the twelve he would have preferred.

The hookers had never solicited me so often! I wondered if the cops came in force to scare the johns away. The pimps tried their own brand of swag-talk to get me to put out some cash on pussy. I let them talk so they’d walk me from block to block, keeping the other predators away. Normally, I’d bike right to my door, not giving anybody a chance to get close. I felt a little bad for the guys and girls trying to ply their trade on me; the wife had not cooked me to well done, but I was far from rare.

“What the fuck, cunt!” Mickens yelled from across the street. “You must think I’m stupid, bitch! No fucking way you made no money tonight. I’ve had enough of this shit!”

The buzzing was near again. I’d have to call the electric company if it kept up, not that they’d come out any time in the next month.

The crack of the slap and the almost dog-yelp of pain made me turn. I was two steps from my door! Honey knelt at the mouth of the alley across the street. Adriana and Lisa stood by her.

“He’s going to kill us this time!” Adriana yelled. “He’s going to kill us. He’s going to kill us. He’s going to kill us!”

Lisa looked up and down the street. Her life experiences had not beaten away the instinctive search for help that her mind knew wouldn’t come.

“Help us!” she screamed at me.

“Fucking cunt!” Mickens yelled. “Let’s see how well this bitch does with a cut face.”

I crossed the street. A car honked and screeched to a halt. My raised hand stopped the horn. Another raised hand brought the car coming in the opposite direction to a hard brake.

“Oh, look at the fuckin’ hero!” Mickens yelled, turning towards me. He flicked his hand and a knife appeared in it. “The Whore Hero! How about I cut you too, bitch? Or have you come to take my offer from the other day? I’m sure I can find you a dick to suck. Mine first, like every other one of my bitches!”

There are things a person can know without having to or choosing to think about them. I knew a truth! I did NOT understand this new truth, but...

“STOP!“ I ordered Mickens, pointing a finger at the middle of his forehead to distract him. He stood perfectly still and watched as I walked up. He watched my leg go back. His eyes closed and all his muscles tightened. I front-kicked the fuck out of his junk! Mickens collapsed, cupping his groin and squealing piteously.

“Shit on me!” I whispered. The buzzing solidified into words: lots and lots of word from Adriana. I couldn’t follow them. The woman was gone in panic, saying twelve different things at the same time.

“Please shut up,” I told her.

“What?” she asked me. Honey and Lisa looked from Adriana to me.

“Please stop talking,” I said. “It’s driving me crazy!”

I stared at Mickens. It didn’t help; I attacked a street pimp! Mickens was tough enough to hold on to the stable of best-looking girls in a dog-eat-dog world. My eyes snapped to Adriana; she straightened her back and stopped talking again.

Looking up and down the street didn’t help. Everyone knew when to be scarce. A couple of pimps were watching us from the shadows—watching the girls.

Mickens stopped making the hurt-noises.

“Shit! What the fuck am I going to do now?” I said. “Not enough time! Jesus, this fuck is going to kill me.”

Honey tiptoed around me. She picked up a bottle, turned Mickens a little more onto his side, and broke the bottle on the back of his head. Lisa, Adriana, and I held a spontaneous competition for who could open their jaw the widest.

“You have more time to think now,” Honey said, wiping her hands to make sure she didn’t have any broken glass on them.

“Thank you,” I replied. My mind managed to blank even more.

“Whores take care of their pimp.” Honey patted me on the chest and walked back to her position between the two other girls. The girls glanced from Honey to me. Lisa nodded suddenly. Adriana did not look pleased, which meant she was recovering her faculties.

“He has money,” Adriana said. “We can take his money. Run away!”

“Do you know where he keeps the money?” I asked her.

She took a step back. Her brow furrowed as she stared at me. “What money?”

“You said he has money.”

“No, I didn’t,” she insisted.

“Jesus! A couple of minutes ago, you were yelling that he was going to kill you.” I wanted to punch a wall! “Lisa fucking yells for somebody to help you. I fucking help you, and you tell me you didn’t just say he had money.”

“I didn’t... " Adriana started, only to stop when Lisa grabbed her arm. Taking a deep breath, Adriana collected herself. “It’s in his apartment; he has a safe.”

“Cash, I’m guessing,” I said. Adriana nodded. I reached down to grab Mickens by his coat. His car was parked a few feet away.

“Get in the car,” I told the girls. “Drive me to this asshole’s apartment.”

I knew a truth—the wife and husband had never taken a man home to fuck her on Valentine’s Day, I made them do it.

I chose not to ask Lisa where she learned to tie someone up so well. Mickens could barely move. In fact, the asshole could barely breath.

“Give me the combination to your safe,” I told him as soon as his eyes opened.

I nodded and walked to the safe.

“How?” Adriana whispered. “He didn’t...”

“Shhh!” Lisa stood over me at the safe. I turned the rotary dial to the combination the pimp gave me.

“Fuck me,” I said, pulling out the stacks of cash.

“One hundred fifty-seven thousand three hundred twenty-four dollars,” Adriana said. Mickens struggled against his bonds. He settled down, giving Adriana a look that promised hell to come.

“You knew the combination?” I asked Adriana.

“You did too,” she replied, quite a bit haughty. She turned her face away from me.

This was not going to end well for me, unless what I knew at the edge of my mind happened to be true. It might be impossible, but it was my only hope.

“How much?” I asked the women.

“What?” Adriana said. I had her attention now.

“How much of this is yours?” I asked.

“All of it,” she replied immediately. I ran my tongue along my top teeth. Rubbing my upper lip against my two top front teeth, I shook my head at Adriana. Honey and Lisa were doing the tennis spectator thing between Adriana and me. The buzzing was maddening! Every now and then I got words... in Adriana’s voice.

“This is not going to go well, girl,” Lisa said. Adriana acted like she hadn’t heard. Honey stopped looking back and forth. She sat in a chair, watching me exclusively.

“If you get all the money, you get all of him.” I pointed my thumb at Mickens. Lisa and Honey did not like it; Adriana did not appreciate it either.

“Forty seven thousand three hundred twenty-four,” I told them. Adriana’s eyes flashed. More words than buzzing—Adriana’s mouth wasn’t moving. Lisa and Honey nodded aggressively. Lisa poked Adriana in the back. I smiled and winked at Adriana, “For me.”

They gasped. Mickens yelled some obscenities. Honey grabbed a rag from the floor and stuffed it in his mouth.

“What are you going to do with him?” Adriana asked.

“Do we have a deal?”

Lisa and Honey nodded multiple times. Adriana’s hands closed into fists; she didn’t like having to depend on me.

“You’re going to kill him,” she said.

“Do... we... have... a... deal?”

Adriana’s hand moved over the money. She was done separating our cuts in a less than a minute.

“I need ten thousand out of yours,” I told her.

“What for?”

“For him,” I nodded towards Mickens.

“Why?”

“So you don’t have to kill him, Adriana.”

She pressed her lips together until they turned white. It took her a lot longer than a minute to count out the ten thousand and hand it over. She looked at my pile as if she expected me to put in some money too.

I didn’t know what I had done. It wasn’t like I had much of a choice though; it was either try or quite likely die. Moving a chair to a spot in front of Mickens, I sat down. He stared bullets at me. I pulled the rag out of his mouth.

“I’m going to cut out your liver and feed it to those cunts!” Mickens meant every syllable.

“I don’t like that word,” I told him. “They’re hookers. Whores, if you must. Cunts... that’s you and those other pimps.”

“Your balls are mine!” he yelled.

“Shut your mouth!“ I said, staring into his eyes. Mickens’ teeth clicked together.

Truth!

“Stop it,” I said, pointing at Adriana. “Stop talking! I need to take care of this asshole and your yapping is distracting.”

“She didn’t... " Lisa started only to be stopped by Adriana’s hand. The girls shared a look.

I picked up the ten thousand dollars. Holding them in front of Mickens face, I tried to remember how I felt when I thought at the douchebag and his wife. It couldn’t be anger or else I’d need to find a whole lot of shit to be angry about. It was force—my mind forced something into them.

Focusing on Mickens completely, I spoke, ”You will take this money and get on a bus to California. When you get there, find yourself a charity or a church that will take you in. Work for them for the rest of your life! They will be your life from now on. You will not come back here, Mickens. Ever! You will not give these girls a thought again. You will never think of me again! I am going to untie you and give you the money. You will walk out of the apartment, take the shortest route to the Greyhound station, and take the first bus to California.“

I felt it, a part of my mind grabbing his and bending it to my words.

I went into the kitchen to get a frying pan. Nodding to Honey, I gave her the pan and directed her behind Mickens. “If he does anything other than what I said, clobber him!”

Lisa had to help me untie Mickens. I ignored the knife in Adriana’s hand. Mickens stood up without making a peep. He did not look at the girls. He did not seem to really see me. I put the money in his hand. He turned without saying a word and walked out the door.

“Shit!” I said, rushing to follow him. ”Not in your car! Drop your car keys! Not in your car!“

I must have managed it because at the front door to the apartment building he turned left. The girls piled into the car behind me. We were facing the wrong way.

“Over there!” Lisa said when I got the car turned around. We followed Mickens from a distance. The bus station was farther away than I thought. I would have saved us time if I had instructed him take a cab.

“He doesn’t see us,” Adriana said in the station. We sat a few feet from Mickens. The bus station attendant had been happy to tell me what ticket Mickens bought. Next bus to Los Angeles, California! God being kind to fools and me, the bus terminal served as a stop for cross-country bus lines.

Adriana stood up. She walked in front of Mickens a few times. He did not react to her. She sat next to him. He still did not react to her presence, even ignoring her when she asked a question.

“We’re not going to follow the bus, are we?” Lisa asked when Adriana rejoined us. I think Adriana might have been planning it. Lisa laughed at the look on my face when I shook my head.

“Shit!” I said.

“You understand that what you did is impossible,” Adriana said to me. I’d never heard that tone of voice from her—no street-attitude.

“I’m still the smelly guy from this morning,” I told her. “You would have charged me double yesterday.”

“Our pimp fucks us for free,” Honey said.

“Oh no!” I jumped up from my seat. “No! No! No!”

They didn’t say anything until Mickens got on the bus. We watched it depart the station. I wanted to follow it!

“Honey’s right,” Adriana said when I turned around. “All the pussy you want for free.”

She picked up the satchel with their share of the cash. I watched as she dropped it at my feet.

“If you can do that to him, you could take it whenever you want anyway,” she told me with a shrug. The buzzing was back, louder than ever and I was nowhere near my building. Adriana’s eyes brightened; she knew a truth too.

“Shit on me!”