The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Petra Petravich needed information. She was sure that Captain Tommy was somehow involved in the disappearances but she needed to know more.

She’d been watching him surreptitiously but it seemed almost as if the man instinctively knew when she was around. Sometimes, he’d stop hawking his wares while she watched. Sometimes, he’d leave his booth altogether. The bottom line was she never got to see him in action and that was a problem. Her editor was asking where she was on her story and it was getting more and more difficult to put him off.

Of course, there was more than one way to get information.

The line to the fortune teller’s tent wasn’t long but it passed right in front of Captain Tommy. She could see the man and she knew he could see her, too. She wondered what he would think of that but she just didn’t care.

She had her cash out but she was pretty sure that the old man wasn’t fooled. She had a pretty good idea the man knew exactly why she was there.

And then she was at the front of the line. The man who’d been in the tent before her edged his way out and Petra heard a voice call from within.

“Next.”

Petra pulled the tent flap to one side. The darkness of the tent was a stark contrast to the bright sunlight outside.

“Come in, my dear,” the woman said. “Come in and tell Madame Isabella what it is you want to know. Career, love, answers to questions still unanswered, Madame Isabella sees all.

Petra smiled to herself. The accent wasn’t bad but it wasn’t exactly right. She had an idea that Madame Isabella wasn’t nearly as exotic as she made herself out to be.

“Come, child,” the fortune teller said. “Come and tell Madame Isabella what it is you want to know.”

Petra took a seat opposite the fortune teller. “What do you think I want to know?”

The fortune teller reached out. “Give me your hands,” she told the reporter.

Petra offered up her hands.

The fortune teller took her hands. That was a mistake, Petra thought. Up until then, she might have believed the illusion that the fortune teller was a much older woman but as soon as the fortune teller took hold of her hands, Petra knew the girl wasn’t nearly as old as she appeared to be.

Allison’s thumbs stroked their way over Petra’s knuckles. “You’re looking for something,” she said in a voice that wasn’t as accented as it had been before. It had an almost faraway quality to it. “You want information.”

Now that actually did impress the reporter. She wondered how the girl had figured that out. “Go on,” she said.

“You’re looking for someone ... for a friend ... no, not a friend, an acquaintance ... or a colleague, maybe.”

Close enough, Petra thought. The Kline girl was definitely not a friend, but colleague was close enough.

The girl’s thumbs continued to stroke her knuckles and suddenly, the girl looked up. “I don’t think I can help you,” she said.

“And why not?”

“Because I think you want something I’m not ready to give you.”

“Now it was Petra’s turn to take hold of the other woman’s hands. “Why not,” she asked. “Why not? Women have gone missing including someone I know. Women have gone missing around here and the investigations all seem to point in one direction. They seem to point at Captain Tommy. Why won’t you tell me what you know?”

“I don’t know anything.”

“Then prove it. Tell me what you do know. Tell me what you know about Captain Tommy.”

The girl shook her head.

“If you’re hiding something, if you’re not telling me what you know, you may be shielding a kidnapper ... or worse.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Yeah? How would you know? Are you involved?”

“Who me,” the girl squawked. “No.”

“Then why won’t you tell me what I want to know.”

“I don’t know anything,” the girl squawked again.

Petra continued to stroke her thumbs over the girl’s hands. “I think you do.”

Allison Hazlett was looking at the thumbs stroking her hands. “I don’t,” she mumbled.

“I suppose we’ll just have to see about that.”

Captain Tommy wasn’t nearly as interested in Petra Petravich as the reporter might have imagined. It amused him to think that she was interested in him, but beyond that, her interest was hardly something that he chose to take notice of. After all, she wasn’t the first reporter that had taken an interest in him and she wouldn’t be the last.

And besides, he had other things to occupy his interest, like the two kids who were at that very moment, making their way up to his booth. The boy was the older of the two of them. There was something about them, he thought, something about them that made him think that this might be interesting.

“What’s your name,” Petra asked.

“Allison.”

“Allison what?”

“Allison Hazlett.”

“Well, Allison, I know what you want.”

“What do I want?”

Petra continued to stroke the other girl’s hands. She could feel the other girl responding and in spite of herself, it was making her hot. This wasn’t the first time she’d done something like this to get what she needed. She had to remind herself that she had a job to do, but she couldn’t help it. There was a part of her that wanted to see what Allison looked like when she wasn’t dressed up like a fortune teller.

“What do I want,” Allison asked again.

Petra’s thumbs stroked Allison’s hands. “You want to do the right thing,” she told the girl.

Allison looked at the reporter’s hands and then she looked in the reporter’s eyes. “Which is what,” she asked.

Petra stood and then she was coming around the table. She bent down over the girl and in a moment, she’d swept aside the old gypsy wig that the girl had worn, and in that instant, the years seemed to melt away. In that instant, Allison appeared to be what she really was, a naive, little twenty-year-old trying to play the part of a much more mysterious woman. “There you are,” Petra murmured, and in the next instant, she was bending down to give Allison a kiss.

“W-w-we shouldn’t,” Allison stammered.

“Why not? You know what you want.”

“But I’m not supposed to.”

Petra pulled the girl up out of her chair. Her hands easily swept the robes the girl wore off her shoulders. “Who says you’re not supposed to?”

“But I’ve got a job to do.”

“What, they don’t allow you to take any breaks? How about you consider this to be your break. Now, should we see what we have here.”

Allison could feel the reporter’s hands as they gripped her breasts through her light, little dress. She could feel those hands give her tits a squeeze and then they backed off but that was only so they could open the dress. The hands were back again, brushing the dress off her shoulders and they were back on her tits, back again to give them another squeeze. “Very nice,” Petra said.

Allison could do little more than moan. This was wrong, she kept telling herself, and yet, she knew she liked it. She wasn’t even sure why. She was sure she wasn’t into girls and yet she knew she liked this.

The reporter was turning her around and she was pulling the dress even lower. A hand stroked its way down her lower back and then it pushed its way into her panties and Allison could feel a finger sliding in between her cheeks.

“O-o-oh,” the girl moaned, and the reporter smiled. Getting her out of the rest of her clothes wouldn’t be all that hard after all.

“There now, isn’t that better,” Petra asked when Allison was finally standing there naked.

“But you’re still wearing your clothes,” Allison shot back.

“You’re right. What do you suppose we ought to do about that?”

Allison grinned. “I think I know what you want me to do.”

“What can I do for you, son?”

“I understand you got women on cards that are available for sale.”

The old carny looked first at the boy and then at the girl. The boy had long, straggly hair and an almost wild look. His body was very, very thin.

The girl was almost a foot shorter. She had black hair and black lips and she said almost nothing.

“I might have something like that,” the man allowed, “if the price is right. So the question for you is are you interested?”

“I might be,” the boy said. “How much are you charging?”

The old man looked at the boy. “Twenty bucks if you want to look at what I got and a hundred more if you want to buy.”

“Ouch. Too rich for me,” the boy said, “but how about I make you a deal.”

The old man just smiled. The kid wasn’t the first one who’d tried something like that. “Son, this is a cash only business.”

“Yeah, but you haven’t even heard what it is I got to offer.”

Allison couldn’t help but moan. The other woman really wasn’t all that much older than her, but she clearly seemed to know more. She was pressing her body against hers and holding her tits and it all just felt so good.

Petra’s hand was stroking her pussy. “Do you have a place where we could lie down?”

Allison shook her head. “It’s just a tent.”

“Anywhere a little less public?”

The girl shook her head.

“Pity,” the reporter said, “but as it so happens, it’s not all that important.”

Allison wondered what the reporter meant by that.

Petra pushed the would-be fortune teller back into her chair. “You must get tired sitting here day after day after day.”

“No, it’s okay—”

“Oh, I admire you putting on such a brave face but really, you don’t have to do that for me.” The reporter never broke contact with the girl even as she circled around behind her. Her hands massaged Allison’s neck and she bent over the girl. “It’s okay,” she said. “You can tell me anything.”

Allison could smell the other woman’s perfume and she could feel the feel of her as she nuzzled up against her neck.

“It’s okay,” the reporter whispered in her ear. “Really, it’s okay.”

Allison could feel Petra’s hands sliding down over the front of her body. She could feel those hands sliding over her breasts and she couldn’t help but shiver.

“Do you want me to show you why it’s okay,” Allison heard the reporter say. “Do you?”

Allison couldn’t say anything. She just nodded.

“You have a nice body,” the reporter told her, “but I’ll bet you know that, don’t you. I’ll bet the boys tell you that all the time.”

Not really, Allison thought, and not nearly often enough.

“But you know,” the reporter said, in a near whisper, “you know, I got to wonder, I got to wonder if you’ve ever had a girl tell you that before.”

Not the way the reporter meant it, Allison thought.

“You are so hot,” Petra said. “You are so fucking hot, and do you know what I want?”

Allison shook her head.

The reporter was easing herself around the girl’s body and she was sliding between her legs. Her lips left a trail of kisses as she worked her way down the girl’s body. “Have you ever had a girl kiss you here,” she said, “or here ... or here.” Her lips held themselves poised between her legs and then she kissed her again. “Or how about here. You ever had a girl kiss you here,” she asked.

“No,” the girl moaned.

Petra’s hands pulled the girl closer to the edge of her chair. “I suppose it’s time you learned then, don’t you think.”

Allison wasn’t sure how she would have answered that but the choice was taken out of her hands. She moaned as she felt the reporter’s tongue lick its way between her legs and then she moaned again as that tongue did it again.

“Yeah, you liked that, didn’t you?”

Allison moaned. She couldn’t like it, she told herself. She couldn’t like it. She moaned again. This was so wrong and yet it was so right.

“Don’t you worry about a thing,” the reporter told her. “I’ll take care of everything.”

Allison moaned as that tongue licked her clit. That was exactly what she was afraid of. After all, she could already feel her pussy surrendering to what that tongue wanted her to be and it felt so good.

“Oh yeah,” the reporter moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. You got such a pretty pussy, don’t you. You got a pussy that’s just begging to be licked and sucked.”

Oh God, Allison thought as that tongue went to work on her clit. Oh God, that was it, wasn’t it. She shouldn’t like it, but oh God, that felt so fucking good.

The reporter’s tongue had Allison right where it wanted her. The tongue licked at the girl’s clit, reveling in every moan and every shudder. Sometimes, the tongue would back itself off just a bit, but it was only a momentary reprieve because in the next instant, it would be back again, licking and sucking her clit even harder than it had been before.

This was so wrong, Allison kept telling herself. This was so wrong, and yet ... oh fuck ... and yet, what that tongue was doing to her. It just felt so good. She tried to resist. She tried not to give in but somehow, that just seemed to make her want it even more.

Even if she hadn’t heard the girl’s moans, Petra would have known the girl was close. It was the way her body was reacting to her tongue that gave her away. She might not have wanted it before but the way her clit seemed to almost thrust itself onto her tongue, there was no doubt about it. She wanted it now.

Allison moaned. She couldn’t help herself. She didn’t care if it was wrong or if it was right. She was going to cum. She was going to cum hard and she knew she wanted it.

The girl moaned as her pussy convulsed and then she moaned again. Oh God, that was good, and all the while, there was that tongue, still licking and probing. There was that tongue making it even better.

The boy grabbed the girl and he pulled her forward. “This here’s my sister,” the boy explained. “She’s a royal pain in the ass but she’s got a nice enough body that if she weren’t my sister, I’d probably fuck her myself. So here’s the deal. You give me one of your cards, and I’ll let you have her.”

Captain Tommy just looked at the kid. “Son, I don’t think that’s your decision to make.”

The boy shook the girl. “Gina, tell the man what you want.”

“Come on, Mike,” the girl said. “I don’t want to—”

A hard shake was enough to stop the girl’s words. “I said tell the man what you want.”

The girl looked at the carny. “I want you to have me,” she said glumly.

The old man just smiled. “How old are you, honey?”

“Sixteen.”

“Too young,” he told the boy and the girl, “but as I already told you, I don’t do business that way. With me, it’s cash or nothing.”

“Mister, I think you better think that over again.”

“I want to do you now.” Allison couldn’t believe she’d said that but she had.

Petra had grinned. “So you want to do me now, huh?”

Allison had nodded even as she’d finally pushed Petra up and away from her pussy. “It’s my turn,” she said.

Allison had pulled the girl up onto her knees and then she’d pulled her up onto her chair. The chair had groaned with the combined weight of the two women but then Petra was leaning in over her and pressing her lips against her lips and her tits against her tits. “So you want to do me,” she asked again.

Allison nodded. She couldn’t believe it. Not that long ago, she wouldn’t have thought she would have been having sex with another woman and now she’d just gotten her pussy licked and she was practically begging the other woman to let her lick her back.

Petra kissed her again. “I want you to do it,” she said. “I want you to take your turn.”

“You do, huh?”

“Oh, absolutely. I want you to take your turn. So what do you want me to do now? You want me to sit down and spread my legs for you?”

Yeah, Allison thought. Yeah, that would be good, except ...

Except that was just what the reporter was expecting her to say and Allison didn’t want to do just what was expected of her.

“I got another idea,” she said.

Petra’s eyebrows went up. “Oh?”

Allison liked that. She wasn’t quite so predictable now. “Yeah, I got something else in mind. I want you to come over here. I want you to bend over my table.”

The reporter did as she was told and Allison couldn’t help but admire the way the other woman’s butt looked when it was bent over like that. Oh God, she told herself, maybe I really do like girls.

“Spread your legs,” the girl told her. “Wider ... come on, wider ... spread them wider.”

Allison looked down at the reporter. She ran a hand over the girl’s ass and she wished she had something bigger than her finger to slide between the other woman’s cheeks.

Petra could feel that finger toying with her ass hole. It really wasn’t her thing but if that’s what the girl wanted ...

Allison’s finger moved lower still and then it was pressing up again the other woman’s cunt. She should have expected it, she told herself, but she was still surprised at just how wet the other woman was.

Now that was more like it, Petra thought. She could feel that finger stroking her. It hadn’t entered her yet but it was only a matter of time.

Allison’s fingers rubbed up against the reporter’s pussy. She knew her fingers were brushing her clit and she just couldn’t help it. She loved the way those fingers were making the other woman moan.

Petra moaned again. God damn it. Enough with that, she wanted to tell the girl. She wanted to feel those fingers inside her. She wanted those fingers to make her cum.

Allison’s fingers toyed with the other woman’s pussy but then she was pushing her way past the other woman’s lips.

Petra moaned. That was more like it. She could feel first one and then another of those fingers sliding up inside her tight, little cunt. Oh yeah, that was it. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.

Allison knew the reporter was going to cum and to her surprise, her fingers worked her harder.

“Oh God,” the reporter moaned. “Oh God. Fuck my pussy. Come on. Do it. Make me cum.”

Allison’s hand reached around the reporter even as the first one continued its work. Her hand easily found its way between the reporter’s legs and then her fingers were working against the reporter’s clit.

“Oh fuck,” the woman groaned. “Oh fuck. Do it to me. Come on. Do it. Make me cum.”

She was trying, Allison told herself, and that was what really surprised her. She really was trying.

Petra had stopped talking. She just moaned as her body shook to the rhythm of the fingers in her cunt.

Just a little more, Allison told herself. Just a little more. That’s all it would take.

“Oh fuck,” Petra groaned even as her pussy started to cum. She was cumming hard. “God damn,” she moaned again. “That’s so fucking good.”

Captain Tommy stared at the knife in the boy’s hand. “Son, I really wouldn’t be doing that if I were you.”

“Well, you’re not me,” the boy said. “I made you a fair offer and you didn’t take it. Well fuck you. I know where you keep that box of yours so why don’t you reach down and pull that box up here.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Well, you’re not me. Now get that fucking box up here.”

The old carny just stood there.

“I’m not kidding, old man.”

Mike failed to notice the way his voice cracked or the way his sister was looking at him

“It’s not too late,” the old man said. “You can still pull back.”

“I’m not going to pull back,” the boy said and it was only then that he realized how his voice had pitched higher. “Hey, what are you doing to me?”

“Me? I’m not doing anything.”

“This isn’t funny,” the boy cried out. He stamped his foot. “This isn’t funny.”

His protests might have been more convincing if it weren’t for the fact that his sister was standing there laughing at him. His already long hair was getting even longer and there was definitely some swelling in his shirt.

“Stop it,” the boy squealed. “Stop it. You can’t do this to me.”

The boy grabbed at his pants as it appeared almost certain that his pants would soon slip past his rapidly diminishing waist.

Captain Tommy looked at the boy. “I think you’re going to need a change of wardrobe real soon and if I’m not mistaken, perhaps a bra might be in order.”

The girl, for that is what the boy now was, the girl looked at the old carny. “How did you do this to me,” she wailed.

“I didn’t do anything,” the man said.

“But—

“You brought this on yourself, but it doesn’t have to be permanent if you don’t want it to be.”

“What do you mean? Change me back. Change me back.”

“Sorry. No can do, but if you’re a good, little girl, maybe you can turn yourself back. Then again, maybe you won’t want to.”

“What do you mean I won’t want to. Turn me back.”

“Turn around girl and let me see your butt.”

Before the girl even realized she was doing it, she was turning around and letting her pants fall down past her now nicely rounded ass. “Hey, wait a minute. Why am I doing this?”

The carny smiled. “You do seem to be a little bit more amenable to suggestions now, don’t you, and I’ll bet your pussy is wet, too.”

“What, no,” the girl cried out but then she moaned as the man slid his hands between her legs.

“Oooh, look at this. A nice, little virgin pussy, all nice and new and tight and just begging to be stretched out. Is that what you want,” the man asked. “Is that what you want? Do you want a cock to stretch you out?”

“No,” the girl moaned. “No-o-o-o.”

The man just smiled at that even as his fingers continued to play with the girl’s wet, little pussy. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” he told her. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’d be putting out on a regular basis.”

“No way,” the girl cried out but then she moaned as the man pushed a finger up inside her pussy.

“I think someone needs to get fucked.”

“Mmm yeah,” the girl moaned.

“Yeah? Yeah what?”

The girl’s eyes were closed as she relished the feel of that finger moving inside her. “Yeah, I need to get fucked.”

“I thought so. A pussy like this ...”

The girl moaned. “I need to get my pussy stretched. “Can you stretch my pussy out?”

The man just laughed. “I don’t think you need me to do that. Just wiggle that ass of yours around and make sure everyone knows that you’re ready to put out—”

“I’m always ready to put out,” the girl moaned.

The man looked at the sister. “Take care of her, will you?”

The girl smiled and looked at her one-time brother’s now cute, little ass and she smiled. “Don’t you worry,” she said. “You can count on me.”

“I really don’t know anything,” Allison said.

Petra kissed her even as her hand almost idly stroked Allison’s now satiated cunt. “Come on, honey. You know that isn’t true.”

“But I’m just a fortune teller.”

“No. You’re smart. You know the score. I know you know something.”

The girl thought it over. “I don’t really know that much about Captain Tommy,” she began. “He’s a nice guy, at least, he has been to me, but—”

Petra fought the urge to clench but she loved that word. She loved the word ‘but.’

“There was this girl that came around.”

“Girl?”

“She was different than all the rest. She seemed to know Tommy and he seemed to know her, too. She wanted something from him and he didn’t want to give it up.”

“Do you know Mistress Linda?”

Allison nodded. “I know her but I don’t like her.”

“Was it her?”

Allison shook her head. “It was someone else, someone I hadn’t ever seen before.”

“What did she want?”

“I don’t know. All I know was she was real mad when Tommy wasn’t going to give it up. I had the feeling she thought she was going to get it one way or the other.”

That was what Petra was thinking about when she finally stepped outside of the fortune teller’s tent. She’d come there to find out about Captain Tommy but she’d learned something else instead. Who was the other woman? Was she one of the good guys or a bad guy, and in the end, did she really care.