The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“That’s a Bogamil.”

“What the hell is a Bogamil?”

Captain Tommy removed his hat and he ran his fingers through his hair. “A Bogamil is a shapeshifter,” he said finally. “I’ve run into that one before.”

Allison was looking at the girl that Brian now remembered. She was sitting at a table in the food court. “She’s been around here before, hasn’t she? She came and visited you at your booth, right?”

The man smiled wanly. “Sure. I suppose you could call it a visit. I’d call it more of an ultimatum.”

“Why? What’d she want?”

The man gave the girl a wry look. “You know what she wanted,” he said.

“Oh. The cards.”

“Yeah, the cards.”

“I don’t get it,” said Petra. “If she wants the cards, then why’s she hanging around here?”

“Because she can’t steal the cards. If she did, she’d destroy them, and her master wouldn’t like that, so she’s got herself a surrogate. His girlfriend,” said Captain Tommy with a nod towards Brian. “She’s letting the girlfriend do the dirty work because if someone on the inside takes them, it’s not exactly stealing. As to why she’s hanging around here, I’m just not sure. It might be that she’s waiting for Jillian to get the job done or it might be for something else. I just don’t know.”

The four of them looked at her. “She’s not exactly the same as she was before,” Brian said.

Captain Tommy nodded. “That’s to be expected,” he said. “It’s how the Bogamil operates.”

“How they operate,” Allison asked.

“Bogamil’s are highly empathic creatures,” the man said. “It’s how they do everything they do. It’s their advantage and their curse.”

“Curse?”

The old man nodded. “Just one touch is all it takes for the Bogamil to read every emotion you’ve ever had. Not your thoughts or your memories, but your emotions. All of them. The longer the touch or the deeper the touch, the more information, the Bogamil gets. It’s how the Bogamil changes shapes. It gets to know its victim so well that it literally becomes its victim, but if the Bogamil isn’t careful, it can lose itself in the feelings of the other so much that it can forget who or what it is.”

“I don’t get it,” said Brian.

“She never touched you, right?”

Brian shook his head.

The old man nodded. “It can control minds without touching, but it’s harder. Usually, it does it through direct touch. It merely wanted you to give up your girlfriend to me, but it couldn’t keep its control over you, but to control your girlfriend, it literally had to put new emotions in her head. Probably as a guess, a need to steal the box, and a need to bring it back to her, but that required deeper contact and she’s had to maintain it, so I imagine some of your girlfriend’s thoughts probably are rattling around inside its head.”

“Wait a minute,” Allison said. “I thought you said it couldn’t read thoughts.”

“Sorry. Poor choice of words. Some of her emotions then. Some of them are rattling around inside its head.”

“You mean that thing’s going to become my girlfriend,” Brian asked.

The old man shook his head. “She doesn’t want to do that. She just wants to get your girlfriend to steal my box. That’s all.”

“That’s all well and interesting,” Petra said, “but how do we stop it?”

The old man looked at the girl. “Heck if I know,” the man said. “Heck if I know.”

“So what do you think,” asked Allison.

Petra pulled her mouth from between Allison’s legs. “Think,” she asked. “Think about what?”

“You know,” Allison said. “What Captain Tommy said earlier today, you know, about the Bogamil.”

Petra’s tongue took yet another swipe at the fortune teller’s pussy. “Come on. You really want to talk about that? You want to talk about that now?”

Allison moaned. “I ... I think I have to,” she said. “I think we need a resolution and we need it sooner rather than later.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I just do.”

Petra gave Allison’s pussy another quick lick. “When are you guys leaving town,” she asked.

Allison moaned. “Three days.”

“Three days,” Petra said as her tongue once more slipped between Allison’s legs. “That’s not a lot of time.”

Allison moaned again. The reporter was right. That wasn’t a lot of time, only ... only—

Only hell, it was so hard to think when Petra’s tongue was doing that to her.

Only there was something, and that’s when Allison sat straight up. “I know how we can do it.”

“Do what,” asked Petra even as she tried to once more get her tongue between Allison’s legs.

“Listen to me. I know how we can defeat the Bogamil.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Petra said. “You tell me what you think we should do and if I think it’s a good idea, I’ll give your pussy a congratulatory licking.”

“And if you don’t think it’s a good idea?”

Petra gave her friend a smile. “I’ll still give your pussy a good, hard licking. It just won’t be a congratulatory pussy licking.”

“Then I guess I better make this good,” Allison said with a smile.

The girl waited in the food court. She’d been waiting for quite some time, for longer than she’d expected, but it didn’t really matter how long she had to wait. She’d wait as long as it took to get those cards.

She didn’t see the other girl come up behind her or swing her leg over the bench. “Hi,” the girl said breezily. “You mind if I sit here?”

The Bogamil looked up and shook her head. Actually, she did mind, but she wasn’t going to say that.

“My name’s Allison,” said the newcomer. “What’s yours?”

The girl looked at the newcomer. “Listen, I’m not really—”

Allison slurped on her soda. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m being nosy. It’s a bad habit of mine.”

The girl on the bench nodded.

“It’s just that ... well, I saw you talking to Captain Tommy the other day and if I didn’t know better, I’d say you knew him.”

The girl looked at Allison. “I’d like to be left alone.”

“Oh, come on,” Allison gushed. She took another slurp from her soda. “I know you know something. I just want to know, too. You want to know how I saw you?”

“Not really.”

Allison looked around to make sure no one else was listening and then she lowered her voice. “I’m the fortune teller. You know, Madame Isabella, but don’t tell anyone, okay. I could get in a lot of trouble if they found out I told you.”

“Don’t worry,” the girl said. “I have no intention of telling anyone, but please, I just want to be left alone.”

“Hey now, that’s not fair. I just told you one of my secrets. Now, you need to tell me one of yours.”

“I just want to be left alone.”

“Suit yourself,” Allison said. “I was just trying to be friendly. Hey, would you look at those two.”

“What two?”

“Those two,” Allison said with a nod of her head. “Hey, that guy’s kind of cute.”

The girl looked in the direction where Allison was nodding. It took her only a second to pick out Brian with a girl draped over his body. “Bastard,” she muttered under her breath.

“What’s that,” Allison asked. “Did you say something?”

“No,” the girl said quickly. “No. I said nothing.”

Allison wasn’t about to let that drop. “You can’t fool me,” she said. “I saw you. You said something.”

“No, nothing.”

“Come on. You can’t fool me. I’ll bet it’s the guy. I’ll bet you have the hots for him, don’t you?”

“Whatever.”

Allison smiled. “Don’t whatever me. I can tell. You got the hots for that guy, don’t you?”

Allison smiled to herself. She could hardly blame the Bogamil for being upset. After all, if the Bogamil was as empathic as Captain Tommy had said, then it must have picked up a lot of Bobbi’s feelings from her when it had controlled her and if Allison had had a boyfriend who was doing what Brian was doing, she would have been pissed, too.

Of course, that didn’t mean she was going to let up on the girl ... the Bogamil ... the whatever it was.

“Look at the way that girl’s all over him,” Allison said. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was going to fuck him right here and now.”

Almost as if on cue, Petra began to rub her hands over the front of the man’s jeans.

“God damn,” Allison said. “Would you look at her go. I wonder if he’s got a girlfriend because if she were here, I have a feeling that she wouldn’t be letting her get away with something like that.

Allison smiled as she heard the Bogamil let loose with an almost inaudible growl.

“Oh my God,” Allison exclaimed. “Is she going to do what I think she’s going to do. Oh my God, it looks like she means to pull his cock out right here in public.”

Of course, that was exactly what Petra was going to do, but the Bogamil didn’t know that.

“Oh my God, would you look at that,” Allison said. It was probably overkill because there was no way the Bogamil was looking away.

Petra’s hand was definitely inside the man’s pants and it took almost no imagination at all to think that she had her hand wrapped around his cock. The two women weren’t close enough to hear what Petra and Brian were saying but it was clear from the way they were looking at each other that whatever was being said wasn’t being said in anger.

“Oh my God,” Allison said. “I can’t believe it but here it comes.”

She was right, of course. Petra was pulling the man’s cock out and her hand was stroking it.

“Oh my God. It’s so big. Oh my God. Wouldn’t you love to get a piece of that?”

The Bogamil didn’t say anything but then Allison hadn’t really expected that. The Bogamil was watching though, and that was good enough.

There was no doubt about it. Petra was definitely stroking the man’s cock and the man was definitely liking it. Allison didn’t have to say anything to get the Bogamil to watch. In fact, there was no way the creature was going to look away.

“Oh my God,” Allison said. “Oh my God. Here it comes.”

It was clear the man was cumming, all over the reporter’s hand and arm and all the while, the reporter just kept right on stroking until it seemed as if the man finally had nothing to give and then the reporter lifted her hand up, never taking her eyes off the man even as she started to lick.

“Oh my God. That is so nasty,” Allison said. “Hot, but nasty.”

The Bogamil couldn’t help but nod as she watched the reporter stuff the man’s cock back in his pants and then almost nonchalantly zipped the man up and gave him a kiss before she got up and walked away.

“Well,” said Allison, “it’s been ... yeah, it’s been fun. Kind of going to be hard going back and telling fortunes after I just saw that, but, um, yeah, I guess I gotta do it. See you around whoever you are,” and with that, Allison walked away.

The girl in the food court looked up at Allison’s approach. She looked just the same as she had the day before and Allison couldn’t help but wonder if she spent all her time waiting for Jillian to come here with Captain Tommy’s little, metal box. “What do you want,” the Bogamil asked grumpily.

“Me? I don’t want anything,” said Allison even as she slung herself down onto the bench next to the girl. “I just thought it was funny seeing you here two days in a row.”

“It happens,” said the Bogamil noncommittally.

“Yeah, but I think I’ve seen you here before, too. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost say you were waiting for somebody.”

“Who me,” the Bogamil said uneasily. “I’m not waiting for anybody.”

“Yeah, well it sure looks like it. Oh ... my ... God.”

“What?!”

“You’re never going to believe who’s back.”

“Who?”

“It’s that couple from yesterday and you should see what the girl is wearing this time. No, don’t look. Oh my God, she is such a slut. Makes you wonder what a guy like him sees in her.”

“Yeah. Makes you wonder.”

“Okay, look,” Allison said. “Oh my God. You got to see this. She’s sitting in his lap and geez, would you look at her, her skirt’s so short, you can already see her panties.” What Allison failed to mention was that that skirt was the very same one that she’d loaned to Petra for just this encounter.

The Bogamil turned to glare at Petra and Brian.

“Oh my God, she’s not going to do that,” Allison said.

“What?”

“I think she’s going to ride his cock right here in front of everyone. Oh my God. Someone should stop her.”

“What about you,” the Bogamil said through gritted teeth.

“Me? What about me?”

“Well, you work here. Can’t you do something?”

“Well yeah, but they don’t want us doing stuff like that. They want us to stay in character even when we’re not on duty. Oh my God. Would you look at that. She’s riding him. She’s riding his cock.”

“I don’t want to look at stuff like that,” the Bogamil snorted.

“Yeah, but geez ... look at that. Oh my God, she’s really going at it now.”

“I really don’t want to look at it.”

Allison turned to look at the girl. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Yeah. What’s wrong with you? I mean, yeah, it’s kind of weird, but the way you’re acting, one would almost think you ... you had, you know, a thing for the guy.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” the girl said.

“Oh my God,” Allison said. “Oh my God. That’s it, isn’t it. You like the guy. That’s why you don’t want to see him doing that.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not being silly,” Allison said. “This is what I do everyday. I read other people’s emotions.”

The Bogamil snorted at that but Allison let it pass.

“You should go talk to him,” Allison said.

“No.”

“Why? Because you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You should get to know him.”

“He already has a girlfriend.”

“Who, her,” said Allison with a nod at Petra who was still bouncing up and down on the man’s cock.

The Bogamil shook its head. “Not her. Someone else.”

“Yeah? How would you know that.”

For a moment, the Bogamil said nothing. “I just know,” it said finally.

Allison looked over at Brian and Petra. Petra’s pace had begun to slow and there was no doubt about it that the man had just given her what she wanted. “No time like the present,” she said. “You should go over there, if you really know. You should go over there and give the guy a piece of your mind.”

“No,” the creature said, but it didn’t sound so certain.

“Why not,” Allison urged. “I mean, if that’s really the guy, and if you’re really sure—”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

“Then you should go.”

“Maybe I should,” said the creature.

“I think you should,” Allison agreed.

The girl got up off her bench and with Allison following a step behind, she approached the couple. The slut at least had the good sense to get off her boyfriend’s cock ... not her boyfriend’s, she told herself ... Bobbi’s boyfriend’s cock. It was just that as long as she kept her hold over the girl named Bobbi, more and more of who Bobbi was was leaching into her so in a way, he was her boyfriend too whether he knew it or not.

Brian looked up at the two of them as the two of them approached. “Can I help you,” he asked.

What was she reading, the Bogamil wondered. It was an emotion, but what was it. Condescension? Victory. Strange emotions, she thought, for a man who shouldn’t even remember who she was.

The slut still had her hand on her boyfriend’s ... on Bobbi’s boyfriend’s ... cock. “I think maybe she wants to suck you off, too,” Petra said.

The Bogamil gave the girl a withering look but the girl seemed unfazed by it. She turned her attention back to the man. “I know you,” she said.

“Do you,” the man said.

The Bogamil nodded, secure in what she knew about the man, but all the while, she found herself being distracted by the hand that kept stroking his cock. “I ... I know you have a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, and so?

The Bogamil kept staring at that hand that was stroking that cock. “Yeah, and so, I also know this woman’s not her.”

Petra’s hand squeezed Brian’s cock. “Uh oh,” she said. “I think we’ve been found out.”

Something was wrong here, the Bogamil told herself, but she shoved that thought aside. She was just so mad at Brian’s betrayal that nothing else seemed to matter. “I know this woman’s not your girlfriend, and when I see her next, I’m going to tell her what you’ve been doing.”

“Uh oh,” said the slut. “That sounds bad, Brian.”

“I don’t know,” Brian said, “but I suppose if you’re going to rat me out, then I suppose I ought to show you something first.”

What the hell could he show her, the Bogamil thought, that would justify his acting this way. Still, whatever it was he had to show her, she wanted to see it.

He was reaching in his pocket and he was taking something out. Whatever it was, it was small, small enough to fit in the man’s hand. “You want to see what I got,” he said, “take a look at this.”

It took the Bogamil a second to realize what she was looking at but even then, she still had time to save herself except for one thing. Even as she realized what it was the man was holding, she could feel the other woman, the one named Allison grabbing her from behind.

In that instant, with that first moment of contact, she knew what she should have known all along. All of this, all of it, it was all just a trap, a trap that was set just for her. It was a trap, and yet first and foremost in Allison’s mind was one thought and one thought only. Look at it, that thought said. Look at that card, and in spite of herself, the Bogamil looked.

She could feel herself being pulled in but still there was a chance to look away but still there was Allison’s thoughts.

Look at it. Look at that card.

An image was starting to form in the center of the card. The Bogamil knew that was bad. She knew she should look away but she knew she couldn’t.

Look at it. Look at that card.

The image was getting clearer. The image was her and the Bogamil groaned because she already knew she’d lost.

“That’s how it is,” she heard Allison say. “You come when called, don’t you, Maggie. Maggie Metamorphosis. That’s your name, isn’t it?”

The Bogamil could see the letters playing themselves out across the top of the card. First an M, then an A, and a G and another G.

At least she was going to be able to retain her ability to change shapes, she thought. It was a part of her identity but they could have stripped it from her, but they hadn’t. She’d be able to change shapes to whatever anyone wanted her to be.

“You’ll come when called, won’t you?”

Maggie nodded even as she felt herself falling into the card. She knew the drill better than these amateurs. She’d come when called and she’d serve whoever her master was at the time, and there was one thing more.

She’d serve whoever wanted her and she’d love to do it because she was born to serve.