The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Allison Hazlett couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that something was wrong but whatever it was, it was barely noticeable, like an irritant whose source was unidentifiable, like a noise that was almost too low to hear, like an itch that was just begging to be scratched.

She shook her head to try and clear it of whatever it was that was bothering her. Focus, she told herself. She needed to focus.

The fortune teller looked at the man sitting in front of her. “Where were we,” she said again.

The man snorted. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”

“Sorry. I must have been distracted. Your fortune,” the girl said.

“Ye-e-e-eah.”

The girl cupped her hands around her crystal ball but this time, the special effects that caused the ball to light up didn’t kick in as they normally would have. Instead, the ball was flecked with splotches of light and darkness.

“Hey, cool effects,” the man said.

Yeah, thought Allison, only it wasn’t supposed to do that.

It was weird, the girl thought as the reading progressed. It was weird. It almost seemed as if she knew what she was going to say even before the thoughts were in her head. Sometimes, she could almost swear she knew what the man was going to say moments before he said it and when he was going to lie to her, she seemed to know that, too.

Weird!

When it was over, the man dropped a twenty on her. “Not bad,” he said. “A little shaky at the start, but you got a real knack for this.”

Allison picked up the twenty. If she was doing such a darned good job, why did she feel so crappy.

She didn’t get an answer to that but then she hadn’t expected one. She stood up. Her body ached. What the hell was wrong with her.

She walked to the flap of her tent. She stretched. Why the hell did she feel so achy. She wondered if she was getting sick or something. She couldn’t afford to be sick, but at least she didn’t have any more people waiting to see her.

She looked at Captain Tommy’s booth. There was the old man just standing there but suddenly, she felt even worse. She wasn’t sure how she knew it but somehow, she knew that whatever was making her feel so bad, whatever it was was coming from the old man’s booth.

The man saw her looking at him. “Hey,” he called out, “how’s it going?”

It wasn’t him, Allison realized and she was glad. Despite what Petra had said about him, she rather liked the old man.

“You okay,” Captain Tommy asked.

The girl took a step towards the old man and then she took another. “I’m okay,” she said, “only—”

“Only what?”

“Only I’ve been feeling ... I don’t know, I guess like something’s wrong. I’ve been feeling that way pretty much all day long.”

“Feeling what way?”

“Just off, I guess, only ... only it’s stronger here.”

The old man seemed to think that over. “You ever wonder what I do,” he asked finally.

Allison nodded.

The man brought a metal box out from under the counter. “I have this,” he said.

Allison looked at the box. The feeling of unease had suddenly grown much stronger. She felt nauseous. Even without realizing she was doing it, she took a step back and then she took another. “What is that,” she asked in a strained voice.

“It’s just a box.”

“It’s ... it’s contaminated.”

“Contaminated how?”

Allison shook her head. She didn’t know. She wasn’t even sure why she’d used that word. It was just that it was the only word that seemed to make sense.

“Contaminated how,” the old man asked again.

The girl shook her head. She didn’t know why she’d said that. It was just that ...

“One of the cards,” the girl suddenly blurted out. “One of the cards has a person who isn’t what she seems.”

“What do you mean,” the old carny asked.

Allison shook her head. She wasn’t sure why she’d said that. In fact, she was sure she no idea what she was talking about but that’s when she said something more ...

“She’s going to try and steal the cards.”

“Who is?”

Allison looked blankly at the old man and she shook her head just moments before she crumpled to the ground.

Allison groaned as consciousness came upon her. She pulled herself up and she looked around. One thing was clear. Wherever she was, the place was cramped and it was a dump. She found she was on a sofa and there on a coffee table, there right in front of her was the box.

Allison instinctively recoiled from the box but it was only instinct. There was nothing about the box that made her queasy like she had been before.

“I see you’re up,” she heard a man say.

Allison turned to see Captain Tommy hovering over her. “Where am I,” she asked.

“You’re in my trailer,” the man said. “Would you like some tea?”

“How’d I get here?”

“I brought you here,” the old man said. “After you fainted, of course.”

“I fainted?” It really wasn’t that much of a question. Allison already knew she had fainted.

The man nodded. “A most remarkable reaction,” he said. “I’ve never seen this level of perceptivity before.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Would you like some tea,” the man asked again.

At first, Allison thought she would say no. She didn’t need any tea but if the man thought it would help. “Sure,” she said. “Sure, I’ll take some tea.”

The man nodded and he retreated into the trailer’s little kitchen.

“You say you brought me here? Why?”

The man smiled as he brought the girl her tea. “Isn’t that obvious,” he said. “You fainted. Now either I could get someone else to come take care of you in which case Iverson would end up hearing about it, or I could bring you back here and fix you up myself.”

Mr. Iverson was the carnival operator. He’d already had words with Allison about her needing to bring in more money if she wanted to keep her job, but while keeping her from coming to Iverson’s attention might have been part of the old man’s reasoning, Allison was sure it wasn’t the only part. “What else?”

The old man grinned. “You know something. You may not know what it is, but I want to know what you know.”

“I don’t know anything.”

The old man shook his head. “I’m not buying it. You may not think you know anything, but that’s not the same as not knowing anything.”

Allison thought back to what Petra had asked her. Petra didn’t trust Captain Tommy so she wondered if she should. “I want to go,” Allison said suddenly. “Can I go?”

“Of course. As soon as you feel up to it. Do you feel up to it?”

Allison couldn’t help but cast a wary look at the box. “What’s in the box,” she asked.

Captain Tommy smiled. “I don’t have to tell you. You already know what’s in the box.”

Allison thought that over and she had the feeling the old man might just be right which left her just one question. “Why do you do it?”

The smile vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. “The cards want what the cards want,” was all the man said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means what it means,” the man said. “Now, are you ready to go?”

“I think so,” the girl said.

“All right then. Let’s get you on your way.” The old carny walked the girl to the door of his trailer. “I’ve got a request to make,” he said.

“Yes?”

The man seemed to think it over. “Just stop by tomorrow and let me know you’re okay, okay?”

Allison wasn’t fooled. She knew the man wanted something more. It wasn’t like he was uninterested in her well being. It was just that he wanted something more. Still, what would it hurt. “I’ll come by tomorrow,” she promised.

Allison made her way back to her own trailer. She wasn’t going to even bother with the pretense of trying to keep herself awake but there was someone she needed to talk to first. She picked up her cell phone and she listened as the phone went over to voice mail.

Allison shook her head. She was tired. She readied herself for bed. One more time, she told herself. Just one more call.

And again, the result was the same. The call went over to voicemail.

She switched off the phone and she climbed into bed. It could wait until morning, she told herself and with that, Allison went off to sleep.

There was a reason Petra hadn’t answered her phone. She’d found herself yet another missing persons case and she was busy interviewing the last person to see the girl before she’d gone missing.

“So let me get this straight. You say Captain Tommy has your girlfriend and you say you want her back?”

“That’s right.”

“But from what you told me before, you practically sold her out to him.”

“No, it wasn’t like that.”

“It wasn’t, huh?” Petra didn’t have to consult her notebook to know what it was she had written down. “From what you told me, you and Bobbi picked up this girl at the carnival—”

“At Captain Tommy’s booth.”

“At Captain Tommy’s booth,” the reporter said. “You picked this girl up and you took her home, and the two of you fucked her.”

“Yes, but—”

“But nothing. The next day, the two of you went back to the carnival and you left Bobbi, your girlfriend, there with Captain Tommy.”

“Yes, but—”

“And you did all this so you could get another piece of ass to fuck.”

“No, it wasn’t like that. I had to do it.”

Petra laughed. “You had to do it. Why do you think you had to do it?”

The boy hung his head. “I don’t know. I just did.”

Petra laughed again. “You’ll pardon me if I don’t believe you, but—”

“It’s the truth,” the boy cried out. “It’s the truth. I swear it is.”

“Yeah right. You know what I think. I think your girlfriend wouldn’t put out, and—”

Petra saw the boy stiffen. It wasn’t much but she’d trained herself to recognize even those little signs.

“So I touched a nerve, did I?”

“It wasn’t like that. She just wanted to go slower.”

“Yeah but you wanted to go faster, didn’t you?”

“So what if I did, but she was coming around. Just the night before, the two of us picked up this girl—”

“From Captain Tommy.”

“Yeah from Captain Tommy.” The kid was starting to get a little irritable which was just the way Petra wanted him. “I already said that. We picked up this girl, okay, and Bobbi was fine with that, and she wanted to go back the next day.”

“She wanted to go back, or you wanted to take her back.”

“She wanted to go back.”

“And you got yourself another girl.”

“Yeah, but—”

“But nothing. You got yourself another girl and she stayed the night but she was gone in the morning and now you’re feeling a bit lonely and you’re thinking maybe, maybe you want your girlfriend back.”

“It isn’t like that.”

“I think it’s exactly like that.” Petra was moving closer to the boy now. She let a hand slide down into the boy’s lap. “I know how guys like you work.”

The boy suddenly looked nervous. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“I think you know exactly what I’m doing.”

“I thought you were a reporter.”

“I am a reporter,” Petra said, “and I’m trying to get at the real story here.”

“I told you the real story.”

Petra’s hands unzipped the boy’s zipper. “I know,” she said, “but we’re just trying to see if it really is the real story.”

The boy groaned as the reporter slid her hand inside his jeans. “Fuck,” he groaned.

Petra could feel the boy’s cock. “I can see you like this,” she purred.

“Yeah,” the boy groaned.

Petra’s hand slipped inside the boy’s briefs and she stroked the boy’s cock. “I bet you want me to suck this, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

Petra’s hand continued to work the boy’s cock. “You like this,” she said again.

“Yeah,” the boy groaned.

Petra’s hand pulled the boy’s cock out into the light. “I know what you want,” the reporter said. “You want me to suck on this.”

The boy said nothing.

Petra slid down until her mouth was scant inches away from the boy’s cock. “Such a pretty cock,” she purred. “Such a pretty cock that needs to be sucked so bad.”

The boy could only groan as the reporter’s lips slipped down around his cock. “Shit,” he moaned. “Oh fuck, shit.”

If Petra heard him, she gave no sign of it. Her mouth just kept sucking that cock.

The boy groaned. He knew he was going to cum.

And yet, before that could happen, the reporter pulled her mouth free of the boy’s cock.

“Is that what you wanted,” the reporter asked.

“Yeah ... I mean no. I ... I want my girlfriend back.”

The reporter squeezed the boy’s cock. “Liar,” she said in an only half-way accusing tone. “I don’t like it when people lie to me.”

The boy groaned as the reporter continued to stroke his cock. “I’m not lying,” he moaned.

“Prove it.”

“How?”

“That’s a very good question,” the reporter said even as her hand continued to stroke the boy’s cock.

The boy said nothing.

“I know,” the reporter said. “Let’s have a little test.”

“What kind of a test?”

“Well now. You say you love your girlfriend, right?”

“That’s right. I love my girlfriend.”

“You fool around on her? Other than the girl you got from Captain Tommy, I mean.”

“No.”

Petra’s hand continued to stroke the man’s cock. “You ever want to?”

“No.”

Petra smiled to herself. That second no was just a little slower than the first one. So the boy wanted to fool around. This was going to be fun. “How about you and me play a game.”

“What kind of game?”

Petra smiled. “It’s a simple game. It goes like this. First, you’re going to take your pants all the way off.”

“I’m going to do what?”

“You heard me. You’re going to take your pants off and when you do, I’m going to climb onto your lap and I’m going to slide my pussy down on your cock—”

“You’re what.”

“You heard me. Don’t interrupt. You want my help. This is me helping you.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Shush. I told you. This is me helping you. Now, I’m going to slide my pussy down on your cock and I’m going to ask you some questions. If I think you’re telling me the truth, you get what you want.”

“And if you don’t think I’m telling the truth?”

“Then you don’t get what you want. So how about it? You ready to answer some questions?”

“I guess, but ... isn’t this kind of irregular?”

“I get the answers in whatever way I see best,” Petra replied. “Now if you’re ready, I think we need to get you out of those pants.”

The boy looked at the reporter and then he stood up and he took off his pants and he sat back down again.

Petra’s hand once again wrapped itself around the boy’s cock. “I suppose it’s time for me to reciprocate, isn’t it,” she said even as her hand resumed its stroking.

“Oh yeah,” the boy groaned.

The reporter stood. Off came her shoes and then her jeans. Off came her blouse leaving her in just her bra and panties. Her hands squeezed her tits. “Are you keeping yourself hard for me,” she teased.

“Oh yeah,” the boy groaned again.

Petra grinned. “I’ll bet you want to see these,” and with that, she dropped her bra.

The boy stared.

“But I know what you really want to see,” and with that, Petra let her panties fall.

And still, the boy stared.

“Now where were we,” the reporter asked even as she moved in to straddle the boy’s lap. “I think I was going to ask you some questions,” she said even as she pushed her pussy down on the boy’s cock.

The boy groaned as her cunt took his cock.

“Did you like the girl you got from Captain Tommy?”

The boy groaned as he felt the reporter’s pussy grind against his cock. “Which one,” he moaned.

“Pick one.”

The boy groaned again. The pussy was so tight. “The first one yes,” he moaned. “The second one, no.”

“Why not the second one?”

The boy groaned again. “Because Bobbi wasn’t there.”

The reporter froze for a moment. Was he telling her the truth. She thought he was, and so she continued to grind herself against his cock.

“Why’d you go see Captain Tommy?”

“I don’t know.”

Petra stopped grinding against him. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s the truth,” the boy whined.

“We’ll leave that for now,” Petra said as her pussy once more started to grind on the boy’s cock. “Why’d Bobbi want to go back there.”

“I don’t know.”

Petra thought the boy was telling her the truth. “Why’d you sell her out?”

“I don’t know.”

Petra stopped grinding herself against the boy’s cock. “You expect me to believe that?”

“It’s the truth.”

“Yeah right.”

“It’s the truth,” the boy said again.

“Yeah right. That’s not enough to make me get your cock off.”

“It’s the truth,” the boy said again.”

“Why’d you go see Captain Tommy?”

“I don’t know.”

Petra’s pussy bore down on the cock inside her. “Come on. You can do better than that. Why’d you go see Captain Tommy?”

“I don’t know.”

Petra pushed her tits almost up against the boy’s face. “Come on. You can do better than that. Why’d you go see Captain Tommy?”

For a moment, it seemed as if the boy was going to say just what he’d said before but then something changed. “It was the girl,” he blurted out.

“Girl,” the reporter asked. “What girl? Your girlfriend?”

The boy shook his head. “Not Bobbi,” he said.

“One of the girls on the cards?”

The boy shook his head. “We met her in the food court. Why didn’t I remember that before?”

“You met who?”

“I don’t know. It was just this girl.”

Petra’s pussy was grinding against the boy’s cock. She had no idea who this mysterious woman was but she had an idea this girl, whoever she was, was important and that made her excited.

The boy groaned. “Oh my God. You’re going to make me cum.”

That was the whole point, Petra wanted to tell the boy. That was the whole point, and just who the hell was this fucking girl.

“Oh God,” the boy groaned. “Oh God. You’re going to make me cum. No wait. We can’t do this. This isn’t fair to Bobbi.”

You should have thought of that earlier, Petra thought even as she ground her pussy against the boy’s cock. It was a bit late to try and say no.

“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned as his cock surged inside the reporter’s tight and gripping pussy.

Petra couldn’t help but moan as she felt the boy cum inside her pussy. Geez, that felt so fucking good.

Petra pulled herself up off the boy’s cock. She turned and looked back at the boy and suddenly, she felt regret at what she had done. The boy looked absolutely mortified at what he had just done. Petra wasn’t sure why but right then and there, she made the boy a silent promise. I’ll get your girlfriend back for you was what she promised. Don’t you worry. I’ll get her back.

The corridor was dark but despite its darkness, Allison could see. There were doors on either side of her and the doors seem to go on and on all down the corridor.

Allison looked down at herself and she saw she was naked. For a moment, she thought she would touch herself. In fact, she wanted to touch herself. She needed to touch herself.

Allison shook her head. No, she whispered back to herself. She wasn’t sure why she whispered to herself but in the dark corridor, it seemed hard to raise the voice in her mind above that of a whisper.

Touch yourself, her mind heard. It wasn’t her voice. It was someone else’s but it was coming from inside her mind. You know you want to. Go ahead and touch yourself.

Allison shook her head. That wasn’t her. That was something else, something else that wanted her to touch herself. No, she whispered back. No. I won’t do it.

Allison felt a shiver of pleasure cascade through her body.

You can have more of that, the voice said. All you have to do is touch yourself.

No, I won’t.

You will, the voice said. You just don’t know it yet.

Who are you?

That’s unimportant.

If it’s unimportant, why won’t you tell me who you are?

She could hear a laugh ripple through her mind. Oooh, clever girl. I like that. I like clever, pretty girls.

You think I’m pretty? As soon as she thought that, Allison knew it was a mistake. That’s just what the voice wanted her to think.

I think you’re pretty, the voice said. Don’t you?

Don’t respond, Allison thought. It’s a trap. What’s in here Allison asked even as she looked at the first door.

You know what’s in there. There’s a clever, pretty girl in there, a clever, pretty girl that’s just like you.

The voice was right. Oooh, that was a mistake, Allison realized. The voice wanted her to admit that it was right.

But the voice was right. She did know what was on the other side of the door and it was a girl, just like her. The girl was naked and the girl wanted nothing more than to give herself over to the pleasures of sexual delight.

Allison turned away from the door and moved onto the next one. Allison knew that like the first one, this door had a naked girl on the other side.

The next one and the next one were like that as well but the next door was different. What’s in here, Allison asked.

The voice was silent for a moment. Nothing, it said. Nothing’s in there but perhaps you’d like to fill the void, the voice asked hopefully.

For an instant, Allison thought of reaching out for the door but then she pulled her hand back. No, she said. No, I don’t think I will.

Suit yourself, the voice said, but Allison could hear the disappointment in the voice.

She moved down the corridor. There were other doors which contained naked women and only a few doors which concealed nothing at all but there was one door which contained something else. What’s in here, Allison asked.

A crazy woman.

A crazy woman, Allison asked.

A crazy woman, the voice confirmed.

Allison didn’t have to open the door to see inside. There was indeed a woman inside and like all the other women, she was naked but there was more to it than just that. Where the other women seemed to be in an almost stupefied state, this woman was walking around almost angrily. Allison wasn’t sure how she knew it, but the woman had something she needed to do, something that was preventing her from being happy.

You see how she is, the voice said. We can’t do a thing with her.

Allison could sense the dual desires warring in the other woman’s mind. She had to give in to the pleasure but at the same time, she had a job to do and she couldn’t do one without subverting the other. Can’t you do anything for her, Allison asked.

We’ve tried. She won’t cooperate.

You can take her place, another voice said. We like you.

No, thank you, Allison answered back.

Then I think it’s time for you to go.

But feel free to come back anytime.

Allison’s eyes flew open and the girl sat straight up in bed. Her breathing was heavy and her blood pounded and try as she might to convince herself that it was all just some very weird dream, Allison knew that in some way, what she’d just experienced had been all too real.