The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Beth Evans felt kind of silly. They’d taken her into another room to get her ready for her scene and now as she looked down at herself, she knew what she had to look like. She knew she had to look like a little schoolgirl.

The director nodded when Beth entered. “Now that’s what I wanted to see,” he told the girl.

Beth preened under the obvious compliment. She was exactly what he wanted to see.

“Now, Sabrina,” the man said and then he stopped himself. “Sorry, I mean Joy ...”

Sabrina, the girl thought. That was the name of the character she was supposed to be playing. Sabrina, the teenage itch. He really did see her that way, and somehow, that made her happy, too. He said he was going to make her famous as Sabrina. She wanted to be famous.

Getting used to the name Joy was taking a little more work. After all, it hadn’t been her choice to pick the name Joy de Vivre. That choice had been made by someone else but now for better or for worse, she found she was stuck with the name.

Well, maybe stuck was a bit strong, she decided. It wasn’t like she didn’t like the name. In fact, she actually did like it. It was just that it was going to take some getting used to. That was all.

“Now, Joy,” the director said, “you’re going to be playing the part of Sabrina. Sabrina’s a good girl, or at least she tries to be. In this first scene, you’re coming home from school when Mr. Simpson pulls up and offers to give you a lift. You knew you weren’t supposed to talk to strangers but you couldn’t help yourself because Mr. Simpson works with your daddy, so in a way, even though you’ve never met him, he’s not really a stranger and in the end, as much as you want to be good, you can’t help but be bad. Understand?”

“Sure. Sounds simple enough.”

“It is. Now the part of Mr. Simpson is going to be played by Jack Splat. I believe you know Jack, don’t you?”

Joy nodded. She remembered Jack. She’d done a scene with him before. He’d fucked her good and hard. She couldn’t help herself. She hoped he was going to be fucking her like that again.

“Good. Now remember, by the time he gets you home, you’ve already been flirting with him so he’s already hot and horny and ready to go. Do you understand?”

Joy nodded. That was easy enough to understand.

The director turned to one of his assistants. “Make a note of that, will you. We need to film the car scene.”

The assistant nodded.

“Okay,” Lenny continued. “So you’ve brought him home, and you know that you shouldn’t go any further, but you know your mom’s not home and your pussy is really wet and you keep telling yourself that you really ought to thank the man for giving you such a good ride but what you really want is that have him give you a whole other kind of ride, and that’s the itch that needs to be scratched.”

Joy nodded. She totally got that. It seemed as if her pussy was always wet, but still ... something was wrong? “Shouldn’t we have a script or something,” she asked.

The man shook his head. “I don’t think we need a script, do we? I mean, it feels so much more natural if you just let yourself get into the part. Just let yourself be Sabrina. You can do that, can’t you?”

Let herself be Sabrina, the girl thought. Yeah, he was right. She could do that.

The director eased the bauble from Joy’s hand. “I knew I could count on you,” he said.

He was right, the girl thought. He could count on her.

“All right, places everyone, and action.”

Sabrina was leading the man up the path to her house. “I really wanted to thank you,” she said.

“For what?”

“For giving me a ride home.”

The man hemmed a bit. “It was my pleasure,” he said lamely.

“You’re not going are you?”

“I have to be going,” the man said. “Your father will be expecting me.”

“But I need your help.”

“You need my help.”

Sabrina stepped closer to the man and she let a hand stroke his chest. “Uh huh,” she said. “I need your help.”

“What do you need my help for.”

“There might be robbers,” she said. “In the house. Can you help me check?”

“Robbers in the house? What makes you think there will be robbers in the house?”

“Well, it’s not that I think there will be,” Joy said. “I just need you to help me check.”

The man shook his head as if he really were confused by her. He was such a good actor, Joy thought. Of course, great acting skills weren’t really what was needed here but what was needed was a good performance.

The girl let the man in the house. “Can you check the living room,” she asked.

The man looked in the living room. “No robbers here.”

“How about the kitchen,” she asked. “Maybe the robbers are in there.”

Once more, the man checked where he was directed to go. Once more, he found nothing.

“Looks like there’s no robbers here,” the man said.

“Hmmm. There’s one more place.”

“Yeah? Where’s that?”

“In my bedroom.”

“In your bedroom?”

“Uh huh. That’s where the really bad men hang out. Can you help me check there?”

“Now why doesn’t that surprise me,” the man said.

“Why doesn’t what surprise you?”

“That you have bad men in your bedroom.”

“Oh my God. You say the sweetest things,” Joy gushed.

“Okay,” the man said. “Let’s go check in the bedroom.”

The first thing Meredith Evans had done after the director had left was to call her daughter’s cell phone. That should have reached her but when her daughter didn’t pick up, Meredith got even more concerned.

The next thing she did was call her daughter at her apartment. Maybe it was something as simple as Beth having left her cell phone at home or maybe her cell phone was on the charger. There were any number of reasons why Beth might not have answered her phone.

Only calling her at her apartment didn’t get a response either from Beth or from her roommate.

She knew a few of the phone numbers of her daughter’s friends but calling them didn’t help either. No one, it seemed, knew where her daughter was, and it was always possible her daughter was in class with her phone turned off.

The only thing was she had a feeling that she just couldn’t explain. That man had come here for a reason.

So Meredith Evans kept calling and calling and every time her daughter’s phone went over to voice mail, she got just a little more worried.

It was late in the afternoon when the call came but it wasn’t her daughter’s phone that was calling her. “Mrs. Evans,” said the voice on the other end of the line.

“Yes.”

“This is Tiffany Caufield with Pink Angel Productions.”

Meredith’s grip on the phone tightened. “Yes?”

“I thought I should call you,” the voice on the other end of the line said. “It’s about your daughter.”

“What about my daughter,” Meredith asked.

“She’s down here shooting another porno scene but I think you might want to come and get her.”

Meredith didn’t think twice about it. “Where is she,” she asked.

“You know where you filmed your scene?”

Meredith’s hand tightened around the phone. She didn’t want anyone saying she’d filmed a scene. She’d been filmed, sure, and she wasn’t sure how, but she’d been tricked. She was sure of that. “Yes,” she said. “I know where that was.”

“Same place,” and with that, the line went dead.

That was all it took. Meredith Evans grabbed up her keys and she headed for the door. As intent as she was on getting to her daughter, she barely paid attention to the rules of the road.

It was clear from the moment that she got there that this was the place. Vehicles were out front and a big man was providing security and there was no way he was going to let her pass.

“You have to let me pass,” Meredith tried to convince the man. “My daughter’s in there.”

“That may or may not be true, but that doesn’t change things.”

“Come on,” she tried reasoning with the man.

He just shook his head impassively.

She’d tried to be nice but that hadn’t worked and Meredith was hardly in the mood to be nice to anyone let alone this goon at the door. “Look, ass hole. My daughter’s in there,” she told the man. “If you don’t let me pass, I’ll have to call the police.”

“You can do that if you want, but if your daughter’s eighteen, I can’t see as if the police are going to do anything.”

He was right although Meredith was loathe to admit it. “Come on,” she pleaded. “It’s my daughter.”

The man shook his head and that’s when Meredith tried to dash by him but he was ready for that. He caught her and he pushed her back.

“Take your hands off of me, you ass hole,” the woman screamed.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you pass.”

“It’s all right, Charles,” a woman’s voice said. “You can let her pass.”

“But Mr. Longfellow said—”

“I said you could let her pass.”

Charles shook his head as if he weren’t sure if it was okay to let her pass, but then he supposed he would let her pass.

Meredith Evans looked at the woman. “You’re Tiffany, aren’t you.”

“That’s right. Come on. I’ll take you to where your daughter is, but I have to tell you something.”

Meredith could feel herself tighten up. “What?”

“I have to tell you something. Your daughter’s been changed. She actually likes who she is now.”

“What do you mean she likes who she is now?”

The woman didn’t really answer that. “I’ll take you to see your daughter and you can see for yourself.”

That sounded ominous.

Meredith let herself be led forward, her trepidation growing with every step. Around every corner, she thought she’d find her daughter doing some slutty thing, but what she found instead was Lenny Longfellow.

“Meredith Evans,” the man said. “What a pleasant surprise. Have you come to take me up on my offer?”

“What? No. I came here to get my daughter back.”

The man nodded as if he were considering Meredith’s words. “I see,” he said, “and it looks as if Tiffany got you in here, didn’t she?”

Meredith wasn’t sure how to answer that. After all, she didn’t want to rat out the only ally she had on the inside this man’s operation.

The director grinned at her reluctance to speak. “I understand,” the man said, “but as it turns out, I’m not the bad man you think I am. I’m perfectly willing to let you see your daughter but before I do that, I want you to do something for me.”

“What?”

The man took a bauble from his pocket and he held it out to the woman. “I want you to hold this for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I told you to.”

“Fuck you then. I’m not going to do it.”

“Then you don’t get to see your daughter.”

Meredith couldn’t help but notice that the security man was lurking in the background. “I can have you thrown out of here,” Lenny said.

“Fine, and I can call the police.”

“You can, but when they get here, they’ll find a very willing participant in your daughter. In fact, I can even make sure she offers each of them a blow job to show her support for the law. You’ll look like a fool, and the police don’t like false reports.”

Meredith shifted nervously. She wasn’t sure the man could do what he said he could do, but what if he could.

“On the other hand,” the director said, “if you listen to what I say, if you do that and if when I’m done, you still want to go, I’ll let you go and I’ll even let you take your daughter with you. What’s wrong with that?”

It sounded simple enough, Meredith thought.

“Come on,” the man said. “All you have to do is listen.”

All right, Meredith thought. She nodded at the man. She could listen to what the man had to say.

“Now, hold this,” the man said even as he offered the bauble to Meredith and this time, the woman took it.

The man watched Meredith’s face go blank. “Now, first things first. I asked you earlier if Tiffany got you in here earlier. I still expect an answer. Tiffany did help you, didn’t she?”

Meredith nodded.

“She deserves to be rewarded for that, don’t you think?”

Meredith nodded again.

“She needs to get her pussy licked. You can do that for her, can’t you?”

Meredith suddenly looked nervous as if she was unsure what the answer should be.

“You can do that,” the man said again. “You want to do that. You want to lick her pussy.”

Meredith nodded tentatively. She supposed she could do that.

“You want to do that,” the director said. “Tiffany is your friend. You can trust her implicitly. You do trust her implicitly. You want to do whatever she tells you to do and you want to show her just how much you love her.”

Meredith could do that. After all, she did love Tiffany.

“You like eating pussy. You like it a lot, but the two pussies that you like eating most are your daughter’s and Tiffany’s.”

It was amazing, Meredith thought. It was amazing how well this man understood her.

“Now as to why you’re here,” the man said. “You know you’re a star, don’t you?”

Meredith shook her head. She didn’t know that.

“We named your daughter Joy de Vivre, but we, of course, needed a different name for her mom. Tell me. How big are your breasts?”

“36D.”

“Perfect. That’s just what we thought they were so when we came up with your name, the choice was simple. Joy’s mom is Didi de Vivre. How’s that sound?”

Meredith Evans just stood there.

“Come on,” the director said. “You can do better than that. You’re Didi de Vivre. Say it. I’m Didi de Vivre.”

“I’m Didi de Vivre,” Meredith repeated on cue.

“It feels good to say that, doesn’t it, and it should feel good. You should feel proud of who you are. Let’s hear you say it again.”

“I’m Didi de Vivre,” Meredith said with a little more energy.

“Emphasis on the D,” the director said, “or should I just call you ‘Double D’ de Vivre. That is what you call yourself.”

“Yes,” Meredith agreed although there was a part of her that was sure she’d never called herself that, but it did sound so right.

“You like it when guys stare at your tits, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Meredith answered. She wasn’t sure why but for some reason, that just sounded right.

“You like fucking in front of a camera because it turns you on to think of all those guys staring at your tits.”

“Yes,” Meredith agreed. He was certainly right about that.

“You really do like having guys stare at your tits.

“You really do like getting your tits fucked.

“You really do like it when a guy shoots his load on your tits.

“Your daughter really is a hot, little number, but every once in a while, you need to remind her where she got it from, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Meredith answered every time the man asked her one of his questions. It really was silly, the woman thought to herself. Why were they wasting time talking like this when she could just go out and show the man just how good she was.

“Now, Didi—”

God, that made her pussy hot. She loved it when guys called her Didi or better yet, when they called her Double D. Of course, why shouldn’t she love it. That was her name after all and she did love guys. Well, to be honest, she loved their cocks, and more to the point, she loved their cocks when they were between her legs or mashed in between her tits. But the man was speaking and she’d missed something of what he’d said.

“... so you see, we’re already filming and we need your cooperation.”

They were already filming. How could that be? She should be in on the scene. Maybe the guy would like to fuck her tits.

“... so you see how it goes. You just need to wait here quietly. You can see that, can’t you.”

Well sure, she could see that. She could see doing what the director told her to do, but ...

The man was talking and Didi listened but she didn’t like it. She should be in there. She should be in on the action.

The man eased the bauble from Didi’s unresisting hand. “You understand how things have to be,” he said.

Didi nodded. She understood.

The man nodded at his assistant. “You did good,” he told her and with that he went back into the room where his stars were waiting for him.

“All right, people,” Lenny said. “Enough rest. Time to get this show on the road. Now where were we.”

“I think I was sucking Jack’s cock,” Joy said with a little giggle, “and if you ask me, I think Jack was liking getting his cock sucked.”

“That’s right,” the director said. “Now, Joy, if you can undo the top three buttons of your blouse and kneel down in front of Jack, I think we can get under way.”

“You mean like this,” the girl asked as she knelt down in front of the man and took a hold of his cock.

“Yes, Joy. That’s exactly what I mean. All right now, is everyone ready?”

Apparently everyone was.

“All right then, let’s go. And action.”

The girl looked up at the man with big, wide eyes even as her hand stroked his cock. “Gee, Mr. Simpson,” she said. “You have such a big, hard cock. Do you think it will fit inside me?”

“I’m sure it will, Sabrina,” the man said, “but really, there’s only one way to know for sure.”

“How’s that, Mr. Simpson?”

“If you’ll lean back, I’ll show you.”

“You mean like this,” Joy said.

The man stroked his cock as the girl unzipped her schoolgirl’s skirt and he watched as she pushed the skirt down her legs. “That’s good for a start,” he told her.

The girl giggled. “You mean you want me to take off my panties, too?”

“That’s generally the idea,” the man said.

The girl giggled as her panties slid down her legs. Her fingers worked her little hairless slit as she looked up at the man. “You’re so big,” she gushed even as she looked at the man’s cock. “Please don’t hurt me, Mr. Simpson.”

“My dear, I have no intention of hurting you.”

The girl moaned as the man’s cock worked its way between her legs. “Oh my gosh,” she gushed. “Oh my gosh. It’s so big.”

“That’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

The girl’s hands played with her tits. “Oh my gosh,” she moaned. “It’s too big. It’s too big.”

“Nonsense. It’s just the right size.”

“Oh my God,” the girl cried out frantically. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.”

“Yeah. You like that, don’t you.”

Whatever the girl was going to say was lost in the sound of a door being banged open.

Both Jack and Joy looked at the newcomer and then Joy blinked. “Mom? Is that you?”

“Who else do you think it would be,” said Didi.

“B-b-but—”

“Did you really think you had me fooled? Did you?”

“No, I mean, well maybe, but I didn’t—”

“Shut up,” the older woman said. She looked at Jack. “Well all right, I want to see what you’re doing with my daughter, so show me.”

Once more, the man’s cock resumed its work between the girl’s legs.

“You call that fucking,” the mother raged. “Hell, give me a strap-on and I could do better than that.”

“Mom!”

“Hell, I’ve got half a mind to go and get mine now.”

“Mom!”

“Hush. I’m talking to the man, honey.”

“Mo-ther. I can take care of it myself.”

“Well, obviously not, honey, or you would have been doing it better.”

“I wasn’t done yet.”

“Well, honey, a pussy like yours, you’ve got to be getting it fucked all the time.”

“I know, mom.”

“Here. Let me show you,” and with that, Didi began to remove her clothing.

“Mom!”

Didi perched herself on her hands and knees over her daughter’s body. She mashed her tits against her daughter’s face. “Now,” said the woman, “how about we let Mr. Simpson decide. Does he want young or experienced. It’s up to him.”

For a moment, it seemed as if the girl was going to continue to be upset but then she grinned and she kissed her mother and she said, “Maybe he’ll like the both of us.”

“If he has any brains at all,” Didi whispered back, “he will.”

The girl gasped as she felt the man enter her. “Oh my God, mom. He’s fucking me.”

Didi couldn’t help but feel happy for her daughter but on the other hand, she’d kind of hoped she would have been the one to get the man’s cock.

But that was when she heard her daughter yelp and then moments later, she felt the man’s cock as it worked its way between her legs. Oh God, she thought to herself. Oh God. She loved this. She loved getting fucked on camera.

But then the cock was gone again and once more, it was back between her daughter’s legs. That was only fitting, the woman thought. After all, it was her job to teach and to guide her daughter.

Teach her daughter, Didi thought. Where the hell had that come from, and yet ...

And yet she knew she could do it. Oh God, that cock felt so good inside her. Oh God, her daughter was going to be a great porn star, just like her mother.

The women changed positions and suddenly it was Joy on her hands and knees with her mother sitting in front of her and with the man poised behind her and it wasn’t long before the man was pushing himself inside her. “Oh my gosh,” the daughter moaned. “Oh my gosh.”

“Don’t talk,” her mother told her even as she pulled her daughter’s head down. “Just eat.”

Didi couldn’t help but moan as her daughter licked at her mother’s pussy. Oh geez, the older woman thought. Oh geez. Her daughter was so good at following orders, even better than her mother Didi had to admit. She was too set in her ways. There were things she wanted to have like getting her tits fucked, but her daughter, her daughter was open to anything.

The woman moaned. And her daughter was good at licking pussies, too. Oh God, she was going to cum. She was going to cum so hard.

The man was, too. Did could tell that just by looking in his face. He was fucking her daughter harder. It was inevitable. The only thing was was her daughter going to cum as well.

She should have known the answer to that, Didi thought. After all, this was her daughter.

Joy looked up at her mom and she moaned. “I’m going to cum,” she confided even as the camera looked on. “I’m going to cum so hard.”

“What do you want him to do.”

“I want him to cum. I want him to cum on my face.”

“Don’t tell me. Tell him.”

The girl’s face took on a frantic look. “Oh my gosh, mom.”

“Tell him.”

“Oh fuck,” the girl cried out even as she looked back at the man. “I want you to cum on my face,” she cried. “Me and my mom. I want you to cum on our faces.”

It seemed as if the man hadn’t heard her and Joy was sure he was going to cum between her legs and she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him but at the last moment, he pulled out.

Both women scrambled to kneel before him as the man stroked his cock.

The man groaned as the anxious women waited for him and then he grunted as his cock surged. His first shot looped across Joy’s left cheek. The second one caught her mother almost dead on, and then the women were taking turns sucking on the man’s cock.

Lenny Longfellow leaned over to his assistant. “Tell the production company we got what they wanted.”

Tiffany paused to watch the women still going after the man’s cock and then she nodded. “I’ll let them know, and Lenny—”

“Yeah?”

“These girls are going to make us lots of money, aren’t they?”

The man still watched the two women as they cleaned the man’s dick with their tongues. “Oh yeah,” he said. “You can count on that. They’re going to make us lots and lots of money.”