The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sunday

Violet sighed as she put away the picture. It showed some of the cheerleaders but was centered on one in particular. Violet had taken the picture herself during a game, at the time she had told herself it was to help her practice what she wanted to say to the girl. And she did do that sometimes, but mostly she just stared at it for a minute before going to bed. And always she promised herself that tomorrow was the day she was going to talk to her.

And every day she broke that promise because in her heart she already knew Rebecca wasn’t interested in girls that way. And even if she was, she would certainly not be interested in a social hermit like Violet. Violet wasn’t ugly but she didn’t have shining red hair like Rebecca nor breasts as full as Rebecca’s were. Violet’s were barely a handful while Rebecca’s were more than a handful. Yeah, she was a breast-girl.

She steeled herself to finally say goodbye to the fantasy. Tomorrow she would throw away this picture and then she might finally accept that Rebecca was out of her league. With another sigh she put away the picture and went to sleep, looking straight through the entity that had been observing her bedtime ritual with interest.

It seemed to consider something for a moment and then dove to the girl, right into her head.

Violet suddenly found herself in a hallway of her high school, an empty one. Not too far from her she saw Rebecca in a cheerleader uniform that was a little too small for her. She was also acting shier than she normally did, casting her sea-green eyes downwards. Looking down her own body she noticed she was wearing clothes she would never wear in real life.

Leather pants that hugged her body combined with a top that left her midriff bare and did its best to make the most of her modest assets. Her hair wasn’t straight but wavy and combed back instead of partially hiding her face. It had to be a dream and she thought she recognized this particular fantasy as a favorite of hers. But she had never been aware that she was dreaming before.

Nevertheless, she was about to step towards dream-Rebecca to get the fantasy rolling when a voice stopped her. A man’s voice.

“Well, she certainly is a looker. But the picture already gave that away.” Violet spun around and came face to face with something that looked like a man. He wore a brown trenchcoat, had black hair and fair skin. He actually looked like a pleasant fellow except for the eyes. Those eyes were orbs of the purest black. Violet didn’t actually get an evil vibe from him, just a non-human one.

“Who am I, you ask.” The man continued in that same pleasant voice tinged with humor. “Well, I don’t really have a name but you can call me Jack.”

Violet finally found her own voice. “Why am I dreaming about you?”

“Because I went inside your pretty, little head of course. I was looking for my next meal when I came across you.” And he impishly pointed at Violet.

But being described as a meal wasn’t doing her peace of mind any good. This could of course be a nightmare but somehow, in the same manner that she knew that “Jack” wasn’t human, she knew it wasn’t. “You want to eat me?”

Jack’s smile made her realize the other meaning of that phrase which got her blushing. “In a way,” he said and hopped onto a desk. Suddenly Violet realized she was sitting in a school desk herself and that they were now in a classroom. “You see, I am what they call a pleasure demon. I eat human pleasure, sexual pleasure in particular, it’s what empowers me and keeps me alive.”

“But demons don’t exist,” Violet blurted out. “It’s just superstition and make-believe.”

Jack now looked thoughtful. “Well, I have been out of the loop for a few centuries. Only got out again a few months back. And by the way, I do love what your race did with the place. Anyway, demons are real and you are talking to one right now. Just be glad it’s me and not one of the others cause most of the others aren’t as pleasant as my kind.”

There really wasn’t any use going against cast-iron logic like that so Violet didn’t even try. “Fine, you’re a demon. What exactly do you want from me?”

Jack smiled again. “As I said, I want pleasure. Yours and that of others. I could just hover around and lap up the scraps but I have found that my meals are a lot bigger not to mention tastier when I have a human filtering it for me. I could just possess you, but that would be an uncomfortable experience for the both of us. Instead, I would like to bond with you for a short while.”

“Oh, goody. I have been upgraded from meal to filter.” Violet deadpanned.

Jack chuckled. “Think of me as a symbiont, I take but I also give. For example, I can enhance the pleasure you and those around you experience. Not to mention that you get certain enhancements while I reside within you.”

“I think you need to do a little more research, Jack. I’m still a virgin and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”

“And what if I offer you the object of your affections?” Jack asked.

Violet was weary. “What do you mean by that, exactly?”

“What I said, I can give her to you. I can influence the emotions of other humans; I could make her want you. That wouldn’t last for long though. But I can arrange for something more permanent. Over the centuries I have picked up a few tricks here and there. Are you interested?”

Violet’s thoughts were frantic as she imagined the possibilities. But she wasn’t ready to say yes, yet. There were still some concerns and her conscience had some conditions as well. “And what exactly happens to my soul if I say yes?”

Jack got an annoyed look at hearing that question. “Why do you humans always ask me about that. What would I do with a soul for the love of....” He took a deep breath. “I deal with minds and spirits, nothing more. Your soul is just that, your soul. I don’t want it and I don’t know if souls exist anymore than you do.”

“I do have a condition. I don’t want Rebecca if she doesn’t feel anything for me. I don’t want to force her into something she would be unhappy with.”

Jack tilted his head as he regarded her for a moment. “I think I get it. How about this, we see if she is willing even if it’s suppressed and non-specific. If she really doesn’t feel any attraction to girls whatsoever we just don’t bother her. But I hope you would consider having some fun with someone else in that case. No need to deny yourself all the pleasures in life because your love goes unrequited. It’s not that uncommon, you know. So, do we have a deal?”

Jack slowly approached her as Violet mulled it over. On the one hand, this could still be all a dream. Or Jack could be tricking her somehow. But on the other hand, what if it was real? Was some chance not better then none at all? She took a last look into Jack his eyes, trying to discern if he was as honest as he had sounded. Then she took his hand and shook it. “Deal.”

Monday

Violet woke up feeling well rested. She stretched herself with a feline grace she hadn’t possessed the day before and then looked at her alarm clock. She did a double take when she saw how early it was as she had never woken up at the crack of dawn before. Briefly she considered going to sleep again but she felt too full of energy to stay in bed.

As she approached her mirror she started to remember the strange dream she had experienced that night. She checked herself to see if she had changed in any way but couldn’t find anything. She checked herself out again, this time slower to appreciate better what she saw. The nightgown wasn’t exactly meant to make her look sexy but she didn’t think she looked that bad after all.

Very little fat, fair skin and with raven-black hair she wasn’t ugly by any stretch of the imagination. She just needed to do something about how she presented herself. ‘Yes’, she thought as her right hand began to trace the contours of one of her breasts. ‘I just need to love myself more, nothing wrong with a little self-loving to get others to love you.’ She finished that thought with a pinch of her turgid nipple which elicited a small gasp.

It also broke her out of the unusual train of thought she was having. She rarely masturbated and never in the morning while standing in front of the mirror. Her hand stopped and her reflection got an annoyed look. A look that wasn’t matched on Violet’s own face. Then her reflection changed as its eyes turned into black orbs and its nails became blood red.

“Well, aren’t you a party-pooper.” Her reflection told her.

This turn of events confused Violet of course. “Who, what?”

Her reflection rolled its eyes. “It’s me, Jack. I know you remember the deal we made last night.”

“Am I going nuts?” Violet asked herself.

Her reflection got a puzzled look. “Were you sane to begin with? For that matter, is there a single human that is actually sane? Don’t get me wrong, I like your race but all of you have these silly hang-ups. And the ones that don’t are more scary than any demon I have ever heard of. Oh, and you might want to start thinking to me instead of talking. We don’t want other people to start thinking we’re nuts now do we?”

‘So it was real? I really got a demon inside me now?’ Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. ‘Was that you egging me on to finger... I mean masturbate in front of the mirror?’

Her reflection smiled saucily. “Masturbate is such a clinical description for something so pleasurable as diddling yourself.” Jack got serious, a little bit anyway. “It’s part of the package. I get rid of the guilt for you, the subconscious part of it anyway. As you noticed, your conscious mind is still in the driver seat and untampered. That’s why you stopped before things got really interesting.”

Jack continued. “It only applies to those silly sexual hang-ups I was talking about earlier. You can still distinguish right from wrong, even better then before if I do say so myself. I mean, what is wrong with some ‘self-loving’?” The grin her reflection was now showing was positively wicked.

Violet blushed again as she remembered her earlier thoughts and realized she had had an audience. She got scarlet as this realization actually turned her on a little. She forcefully changed the topic. ‘The deal was that you could get me Rebecca. But you never said how?’

Her reflection smiled knowingly, showing that Jack knew exactly what she had been thinking. But Jack played along anyway. “Right you are, we better start with the preparations for that anyway.”

And with those words Violet’s body suddenly turned around and headed towards her computer, without any prompting from Violet herself. “What the hell are you doing?” Violet asked frantically. In her panic she even forgot she only had to think the question.

“Holding up my part of the bargain of course,” Jack innocently explained. “I could teach you how to do this but that could take ages and since somebody isn’t comfortable with giving herself some pleasure I want to get this show on the road. Hence me taking the driver’s seat of your body.”

‘You never told me you could do that?’ Violet thought accusingly.

“I didn’t? Must have slipped my mind.” Jack answered back amused. Meanwhile, the computer had finished booting up and her body began typing and clicking. Violet herself knew a thing or two about computers and even programming but she couldn’t follow what her body was doing.

‘What exactly are you, we, doing?’ Violet inquired.

“It’s something a horny wizard discovered back in what is called the Dark Ages these days. He wanted to bed a lot of lovely lasses but couldn’t be bothered to gather the ingredients he would have needed for a lust potion or spell. Too much work for him and potions are used up, spells get depleted. So he devised something that he would only have to create once. He hit upon the idea of modifying a focus pattern.”

Violet interrupted him. ‘Focus pattern?’

“Wizards use it to focus their minds when they do spells, doing magic requires a different state of mind to channel the energies. And that was what our lazy wizard was after. He wanted to enspell women into a trance so they would follow commands. He figured that if he left these patterns where women would stumble upon them he wouldn’t have to go out into the world to catch them, they would come to him.”

‘Let me guess, he hadn’t thought of something?’

Jack chuckled. “Right you are. He littered the forest in which he resided with signs containing these focus patterns. But because most people couldn’t read in those days, many of the instructions he put into those patterns just went unheeded. He also forgot about the fathers and husbands of the women he bedded. And that they could follow the directions those signs contained just as well.”

‘And so all’s well that ends well,’ Violet finished for him.

“Not for the wizard though,” cackled Jack. After his amusement had died down he continued his explanation. “These days however, practically everybody is literate and these handy dandy machines actually make it easier to craft far more intricate patterns. I can put entire phrases into them now, it’s just a matter of setting up the program right.”

Violet didn’t ask any more questions, her mind was too clouded with all the possible scenario’s that might become reality very soon.

Rebecca sauntered down the hallway towards her locker, greeting those that were worth noticing and simply ignoring everybody else. She didn’t notice Violet, or that she was subtly different than the Violet that had attended school last Friday. Rebecca barely knew the name of the girl, so why would she notice that Violet was actually wearing make-up today?

She entered her locker’s combination with the ease of years of practice and opened it. But then she stopped as she discovered something she hadn’t expected in her locker. A folded piece of paper which hadn’t been there on Friday. She picked it up and noticed someone had written ‘For my love’ on it with a marker.

She had a boyfriend but she didn’t see Rick writing any kind of letters. Not that he wasn’t a bad boyfriend, he never cheated on her and didn’t ogle other women when she was with him.

She wasn’t on the top of the social hierarchy but she was close to the top and with that came certain expectations. Like dating someone that was on the football team and Rebecca had conformed to those expectations without even considering doing something else. It didn’t hurt that Rick was one hell of a kisser either. But Rick didn’t have a romantic bone in his body so this had to be from someone else.

She looked around to see if she could spot whoever had slipped this into her locker but couldn’t spot anybody looking at her in a way that told her he was the writer. She debated just tearing it up but curiosity got the better of her and she folded it open, she would get rid of it after that.

But instead of a poem or a flowery letter she found a mess of lines flowing across each other, written in a script that made it hard to actually read the words. It took her a moment to notice that there was a pattern in the way the words flowed. As she kept looking at it, it dawned on her that it was actually quite beautiful. It must have taken quite a while and some imagination to make something as intricate as this obviously was.

Something in it called to her and instead of tearing it up or throwing it away, she refolded it and put it in her purse. No sooner had she done that or Rick approached her. As always their greeting was an enthusiastic kiss that involved lips and tongues. The kiss was as great as always, but when it was over Rebecca found herself vaguely disappointed. Like there was something more out there for her. Although she couldn’t fathom what that something was.

Violet had watched with bated breath as Rebecca found the letter. The first letter if everything went well. She had watched as Rebecca opened it and thanks to her improved senses she had been able to see Rebecca’s eyes dilate as her mind tried and failed to grasp what she saw. And then she had refolded the letter and had put it in her purse.

‘Is that it?’ Violet asked her demonic companion.

“That’s it,” Jack confirmed. “She kept it which means a part of her is indeed interested. Now the real work begins.”

‘So she will be mine by tomorrow?’ Violet couldn’t help but let her excitement color her thoughts.

“Patience, Violet.” Jack chastised. “No, it’s going to take several more letters to get her to the state of mind we want. But the game is most definitely afoot.” He finished with glee.

Tuesday

Just like yesterday, and all the schooldays before that, Rebecca walked in and went through the same motions as she had done on those other days. The only difference was that today she was curious about what she might find or not find in her locker. Had her secret admirer left her another of his enigmatic works?

She had spent some time last night looking at the letter and she still hadn’t been able to understand its exact meaning. She couldn’t even remember how it looked exactly, only that it was beautiful and the knowledge that it had been crafted for her. That wasn’t a deduction but a feeling she had gotten after staring at it for an hour.

She opened her locker and was pleased to find another letter. It meant someone was making an effort for her. This letter also had something written on it with a marker. This time it simply read ‘Rebecca’. Not very romantic but it wasn’t repetitive either. She folded it open and encountered the same flowing script that snaked its way across the paper.

She had learned from the previous letter and didn’t try to actually read or follow the words. She took a mental step backwards and just appreciated the overall picture the words wove. This time, the feeling that this work of art had been made specifically for her hit her almost right away. This time she also got a soothing impression from it and she relaxed muscles she hadn’t known were knotted up.

The letter left her with a smile, even though it hadn’t said anything. It seemed to Rebecca that whoever made these letters must be a caring person. More caring then her boyfriend anyway, who was now approaching her. Rick was going to kiss her, exactly like he always did. And then he would ask her about her plans for the day, exactly like he always did.

If he really cared about her he would go for a little variety now and then. ‘I have a neck that is just as kissable dammit and would it hurt for him to ask how I am instead of what I am going to do.’ She thought indignantly. ‘Rick just doesn’t have any imagination, unlike a certain somebody.’

Her mysterious secret admirer was also the main thing on her mind during lunch. She hadn’t told anybody else about the letters because then they would want to see them. And they were made for her and her alone; no one else had any right to see them. She talked to her friends on autopilot while she set her mind to work on who was making these letters.

Rebecca wasn’t just beautiful; she had a brain as well and knew how to use it. From the paper of the two letters and what little she could remember of the contents itself she figured the letters had been made on a computer. And she doubted you could make something like these letters on a standard word processor, which meant the guy had to know something about computers.

Another thought hit her. She was assuming it was a guy, but it could be a girl too. There was something exciting about that thought. She looked around and her eyes fell on Cynthia, who was standing up to bring away her empty tray. Of Rebecca’s friends it was Cynthia who was doing the best in computerclass. She watched her go, her eyes drifting to her butt.

‘I wouldn’t mind it if she was sending me the letters.’ Rebecca mused. Then she realized she was checking out another girl. ‘I’ve never done that before, have I? I mean, not that there is anything wrong with it. Girls are beautiful and there is nothing wrong with appreciating beauty. Like those letters.’ Satisfied with her reasoning she turned her attention to whatever her friends were talking about.

Things would have been even more perfect if Rick hadn’t been crowding her. His presence kept her from fully appreciating all the beauty around her.

Rebecca was examining the letters one last time before going to sleep. She had put the two letters next to each other on the bed and was alternately looking at one and then the other. The first letter was definitely evoking a different blend of feelings than the other. But both had that same indefinable quality that made it impossible for her to get her mind around whatever message they held.

With care she folded the pieces of paper and hid them well. She didn’t want anybody else to see them. And then she went to sleep.

Some time during the night she began to dream. She was lying on something soft, a bed. And there was someone else with her too. A warm body with soft skin that was slick with sweat. That body was slipping and sliding against her own. The friction was delicious and the mouth sucking on her pulse point had her mewling like a pussycat.

But she wasn’t just a passive participant. Her hands firmly gripped the other’s butt, squeezing it and pressing their bodies more firmly against each other.

Because of the intensity and variety of sensations she only slowly began to realize that the body above her was feminine. But she couldn’t care less as she felt the culmination of their actions approach. Their mouths found each other as they cried out in orgasm.

In the real world, Rebecca joined in with a groan as she came. It wasn’t enough to wake her up so she simply turned around as her dream-self coaxed her unseen lover into a second round.

Wednesday

Today, Violet didn’t stay to watch Rebecca open her letter. She didn’t want to risk Rebecca noticing she was always there when she found them. Violet wondered what Rebecca would think of what she had written on the letter today. She was pretty certain Rebecca would put one and one together when she read ‘May this’ on today’s letter.

That little puzzle was Violet’s touch, she knew how much Rebecca liked puzzles.

So far Jack had kept quiet during school hours, but he finally spoke up during gym class. “Did you know Daphne and Isis were a couple?” The bastard had timed the comment to happen just before she had to dodge a ball. It hit her instead so now she was out of the game. She actually liked dodgeball, there was just something about seeing all those girls jumping and bending in an effort not get hit that appealed to her.

Violet knew better than ask if he was talking about the only Daphne and Isis she knew. ‘How do you figure that?’ she asked instead.

“Hello, empath here. Influencing emotions without actually seeing them would be like cooking without taste buds. A recipe for disaster. That and I read their body language. It’s a little more pronounced now because they are feeling frisky. No doubt about it, they are lovers,” Jack concluded.

Violet observed the two surreptitiously. ‘That does give me some new fantasy material. But why did you bring it up now?’

“Because now that you have me, you can make your fantasies reality.” Jack said in a seductive voice. Violet froze, her mind blank. “Gym class is about to end and it is the last class of the day. It wouldn’t be difficult to arrange some alone time for the three of you.”

Violet swallowed, she was tempted. Both girls were gorgeous and the knowledge that Rebecca was responding had gotten her very worked up. ‘But what about afterwards? If they love each other a stunt like that might ruin their relationship.’

“Oh, they are not in love. They are just friends who like to get physical. To them it would just be another experience and you don’t need to worry about them talking about it with others. I get the impression they are keeping the exact nature of their relationship a secret from their friends, especially Daphne’s boyfriend.”

Now Violet was sorely tempted. But a new roadblock cropped up when her eyes found Rebecca talking to Cynthia. ‘I couldn’t’, Violet concluded. ‘I don’t want to cheat on Rebecca.’

“You wouldn’t be cheating on her,” Jack pointed out. “Right now, she still has a boyfriend and you aren’t in a relationship with her. You’re busy changing that but right now you two aren’t together. Cheating would be doing something like this when you two are together and then not inviting her to join in.”

A smile tugged at Violet’s mouth at that last statement. ‘Why do I get the impression you aren’t just looking to give me a good time.’

“Because I never said I wouldn’t get anything out of this,” Jack shot back equally amused. “I’ve always been honest about what I was. And since a certain somebody refuses to give herself some pleasure, I am looking for other opportunities.”

Violet didn’t respond right away. ‘Okay, you can set it up but I am still not sure about it. How about I just watch. You can feed if I am close enough, right?’

Jack didn’t hesitate. “Done. The girls will start to feel a need to hurry up and leave the building while our two lovelies will get an extra dose of the hornies.” Jack explained.

‘Is it that simple?’ Violet wondered.

“Yes and no,” Jack admitted. “The teacher is actually the most difficult. I have to make her apathetic enough that she won’t bother to check if everybody has left before she leaves. But I also have to ensure she’ll feel a little forgetful so she won’t lock the door. But it’s doable.”

Violet watched with trepidation as everyone around her was hurrying up to get changed so they could leave. None of them bothered to hit the showers first. Jack seemed to have been right on the money on how easy this would be. Violet herself was still debating about whether to join in on the activities she was about to witness.

She had wanted her first time with a woman to be with Rebecca. Jack however had pointed out what a fiasco her first and only kiss had been. He had argued that her first time with Rebecca would be special regardless of what experiences she had before that. The only difference would be in how enjoyable their first time would be. Violet hadn’t been able to find a good counter-argument after that.

It didn’t mean that Jack had swayed her, just that she was still thinking it over. She heard the shower starting up as the last girl left the locker room. Violet stood up and moved to the showers as silently as she could. She had a towel wrapped around her torso in case anybody was still lingering around.

What she saw when she finally reached the showers stole her breath away. Isis and Daphne had already started, apparently not caring that they could be caught. Both of them were under the waterspray, busily devouring each other’s mouths. Daphne’s dark blond hair and pale complexion formed a sharp contrast with Isis her brown hair and bronzed skin.

Daphne’s tits were markedly bigger as well as rounder than Isis’s teardrop shaped ones. Their hands were stroking their counterparts’ backs, sometimes wandering lower to squeeze a butt cheek. And both of them were totally oblivious to the fact that they now had a spectator.

Violet had thought that when this moment came she would have to make a hard choice. That she would be torn about what to do. But now she found that the decision was obvious. She stepped forward, dropping the towel. She walked almost dream-like, her blood pounding in her ears. She didn’t know what their reaction would be but she wasn’t concerned. She was in control after all.

The two girls were in arm’s reach of Violet before they noticed they had company. Both of them parted reluctantly as they stared at Violet, realizing they had been caught. Then they both looked away, their flushed cheeks growing even redder. The symmetry of their actions made Violet smile.

Violet’s left arm languidly moved forward to cup Isis’s face and turned it towards her own. With an equally slow move she closed the last few inches separating them before kissing her on the lips. In the back of Violet’s mind, Jack was giving her suggestions in a seductive whisper.

Isis didn’t resist at all but shortly after their tongues had come into play Violet moved away to turn her attention to Daphne. She had been watching them kiss with an open mouth, her eyes shining with excitement. This time Violet pulled the girl to her, but the kiss itself was just as sweet as the one she had just shared with Isis.

Isis herself wasn’t idle either and had begun attacking her neck, her left hand unerringly finding one of Violet’s breasts. Nobody was speaking which suited Violet just fine. She was afraid that would shatter whatever had come over these two lovely ladies.

Violet now dragged them down till they were all kneeling, she did this so she could start exploring Daphne’s magnificent tits in comfort. It was the first time Violet had a breast to play with that wasn’t her own and she was loving it. She could taste the water from the shower on her skin as well as a hint of something uniquely Daphne’s.

She slowly moved down from the top of the breast, gasping midway as Isis had switched from sucking her pulse point to tonguing a stiff nipple. Violet herself speeded up her journey downward in response, mimicking what Isis was doing to her on Daphne.

Daphne herself was cooing and caressing Violet head while her other hand was tugging and squeezing the breast that wasn’t receiving attention. Suddenly Violet moved her head up and away from Daphne’s boob, silencing the disappointed whine Daphne gave in response with another kiss.

Again Violet led the two girls into a change in position. This time she was sitting against the tiled wall with a girl kneeling on either side of her. Isis was still laving her left tit while Violet guided Daphne’s head to her right one. She closed her eyes as the double assault hit her, now it was her making approving sounds.

It seemed to take ages before she could force her eyes open again. She looked over at the entrance to the shower and saw something she hadn’t expected. Rebecca was watching them.

Rebecca had felt uncharacteristically helpful at the end of gym class. So she had helped the teacher put everything back in order for tomorrow before she headed into the locker room to change. She had noticed that the teacher had left right away instead of waiting for everybody to leave so she could close off, but didn’t think anything of it.

In the locker room she found that everybody seemed to be in a hurry, most of her friends were already gone and the few girls that remained were almost ready to go too. She thought about asking one of them to stay but decided she could use the solitude.

She had welcomed today’s letter, but not her boyfriend who had come on the heels of reading it. She had looked at Rick and realized that she couldn’t remember why they were together. She must have had her reasons for that at the time but now it seemed to her they were together simply because they were together.

And that just wasn’t enough anymore for Rebecca. She didn’t need a man to feel good about herself. It also didn’t help that she had spent the night before having passionate dreams about a faceless woman. Even now the memory of those dreams got her excited. So Rebecca had come to the conclusion that she needed to break up with Rick.

But she didn’t want to hurt his feelings too much so now she was contemplating how to go about that. On autopilot she wrapped a towel around herself and proceeded to shrug off her underwear. She was so in thought that she didn’t notice the sound of the water hitting the tiles until she was almost at the showers. But a pleasure-filled sigh did wake her up from her internal reverie.

Cautiously she looked around the corner to see if she was right about what was going on in the showers. But what she saw was far more then her imagination had conjured up based on that single sigh. Instead of catching a single girl fingering herself she was witness to three girls pleasuring each other.

Two of the girls she recognized as they were friends of her, albeit not good friends. The third she only vaguely recalled as being called Violet, a shy loner with whom she shared several classes. Apparently Violet blossomed after school was out.

Rebecca couldn’t tear her eyes away from the beautiful sight. Nor could she stop her own right hand as it drifted upward to caress her own breast in sympathy. With a mind of its own that hand discarded the towel so it could manipulate her stiff nipple more directly. Her other hand was stroking her stomach, dipping ever lower.

Rebecca watched as the girls changed position and Violet became the focus of attention. The gentle yet firm way Violet guided Daphne turned her on. As Violet closed her eyes, apparently overwhelmed by the pleasure, Rebecca finally let her left hand dip into her weeping pussy. She was afraid of making too much noise and interrupting the girls so she remained standing, the tiled wall supported her increasingly weak legs.

She didn’t even stop when Violet opened her eyes and caught Rebecca watching them. But Violet didn’t warn the others, only the flare of lust in her eyes gave away she had actually spotted Rebecca. That look in turn stoked Rebecca’s own lust and she had to bite her lip to stay quiet.

Violet kept looking at her as she directed Isis and Daphne lower. She opened her legs to accommodate the two girls as they went to work on her shaven haven. Rebecca’s excitement went up another notch or two as she realized the situation she was in. She was putting on a show for a girl while that girl was being pleasured by two other hot chicks. ‘Fuck, that’s hot,’ Rebecca thought.

‘Is she imagining I am one of those girls? Or maybe Violet’s fantasizing about me joining in, taking one of those little nipples in my mouth. Letting my tongue play with it before softly biting it...’ This torrent of thought, combined with what she was seeing as well as her own fingers were swiftly building up her pleasure to a crescendo.

Staying silent while the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced rampaged through her mind and body was the hardest thing Rebecca ever had to do. With the aftershocks coursing through her she witnessed Violet climax. She of course didn’t have to keep quiet and the sound almost seduced Rebecca in to a second round.

But a more rational part of her prevailed and she stalked away. She would take a shower at home, a very long shower.

Thursday

“I didn’t see this coming,” Cynthia confided to Rebecca. Beside her, Daphne and Jenny nodded their agreement.

“I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while. I didn’t mean to do it like that though. I honestly don’t know where that came from,” Rebecca confessed. But it was a lie, Rebecca did know.

Part of it was what had happened yesterday. What she had seen and done in the locker room had burned itself into her memory. And it set her on fire every time she let herself dwell on it. At home she had pleasured herself twice more, the last time she had even whispered Violet’s name as she came.

Even her examination of the letter she had received that day had led her to reliving the event. And her dreams were not safe either. In one dream she replaced Daphne and Isis and was she the one sucking on Violet’s clit. In another Violet had beckoned her to come over and she had. Crawling on all fours like a tiger until she reached the trio and dove into the orgy.

Luckily those dreams also seemed to have quenched some of the fire otherwise she might have had to forgo underwear today. ‘Not that there would be anything wrong with that,’ she mused. ‘It would provide easy access for one.’

Today’s letter had also helped, although in a different manner. Today’s letter had ‘Open’ written on it, which confirmed to Rebecca that those words would form a message. She was curious about the next words, what exactly did she need to open? The piece she had gazed at today was again different, this time it had a more tribal feel to it.

As she looked at it, she felt the irregular throbbing the shower incident had provoked steady into a calm drum. She made peace with what happened yesterday and the guilt of seeing something so private receded from her mind. Which got rudely interrupted by her ex-boyfriend. She had exploded, figuratively anyway, something she almost never did.

Instead of breaking up in private and getting Rick to understand they had simply grown apart she had done it right there in the hallway. Without an explanation to boot, just told him they were through and then she had turned around and got her books out of her locker.

Which led her to being comforted by a couple of her friends during lunch hour. She still couldn’t decide whether it was a positive thing that Daphne was among them. On the one hand, every time Rebecca looked at her she remembered the shower incident. On the other, every time she looked at Daphne she remembered the shower incident.

And speaking of the shower incident, she noticed Violet entering the room. Rebecca didn’t dare to let her eyes linger on her. But even that quick look gave her the impression that Violet looked different today. Her posture seemed more confident and while yesterday she seemed to hide behind her hair like a mouse, today it just gave her an air of mystery.

Rebecca looked at Daphne and she knew when the other girl spotted Violet. She got this half-smile hinting at something deliciously wicked. It was only there for a moment but Rebecca had seen it. ‘I wonder how long they were at it?’ she thought. ‘And for that matter, when this got started?’ It was obvious they had done this before. It had all looked too natural to be the first time.

“You wouldn’t happen to have your eye on someone else?” Cynthia asked her pulling her from her musings.

Rebecca smiled. “No, I just didn’t see a point in being with him anymore. So if you have anybody in your sights, don’t worry about competition from me.” She squeezed Cynthia’s knee for emphasis. Then she looked around. “And don’t any of you get ideas about hooking me up either. I can find someone by myself.” Or maybe a certain somebody would now step forward since she had become officially available.

Violet entered the cafeteria and quickly spotted the little group around Rebecca. Once she had gotten home, Violet had sat herself down for a good, long talk with Jack. The pleasure demon had admitted to setting things up so that Rebecca would catch them, but had vigorously denied having anything to do with Violet’s decision to join in with Isis and Daphne.

“Speaking of Daphne, it seems she remembers yesterday’s activities with fondness.” Jack remarked with some smugness.

‘I would think so,’ Violet thought back as she navigated the room. ‘I don’t think she stopped moaning the entire time we went down on her.’ Not that Violet found anything to complain about that, the sound had been undeniably sexy and so was her pussy.

There had been some awkwardness afterwards though. Neither Isis nor Daphne knew how to break the silence and Violet herself had been to busy basking while she dressed. But it had been her who had broken the silence, even if it was simply to say goodbye to them. It appeared to have been the right thing to do.

As she took a seat and started to dig into her food her thoughts turned to the events of this morning. ‘Strange,’ she thought. ‘I’ve been fantasizing about sweeping Rebecca off her feet for years. And yet I never spared a thought for her boyfriend. Not that it matters anymore, he is definitely out of the picture now.’

Which was another topic she had confronted Jack about, this time during first period. She had asked if Jack had slipped in some instructions to Rebecca to dump her boyfriend. Jack had denied the accusation and maintained he had kept to the inspiration he had gotten out of Violet’s addition to the letters. Violet hadn’t pressed the point, she really couldn’t give a damn about the now ex-boyfriend. Rebecca could do better was Violet’s opinion.

And yesterday had shown Violet that she too had choices. Her first time had gone a lot better than she could have dreamt. And afterwards she had felt different, more comfortable in her own skin. More confident too and that was fine with her, the time of blending into the background was about to end anyway.

‘There definitely is a tribal feeling coming from this one,’ Rebecca concluded. ‘I can practically hear the drums.’ She could feel her right hand beginning to tap a rhythm of its own accord. Tomorrow, she would hopefully get another one. It would have to last her the weekend unless the author was going to slip them into her mailbox.

As she closed her eyes, she summed up another benefit from these letters. Since she had gotten them, she had absolutely no problem falling asleep.

It was the sound of drums that woke Rebecca. As her mind shrugged off the last vestiges of sleep her nose was assailed by the scent of burning wood. A scent that was almost drowned out by the rich smell of the rainforest. She could feel the ropes around her legs and wrists that positioned her into a spread-eagled position with her arms stretched out to the sides.

She was lying on the ground, the humid heat caressing her naked skin. And it wasn’t the only thing touching her skin. There were delicate fingers tracing lines across her skin, she could feel the trails they left. Obviously they were finger-painting her body, although the paint left her feeling strange. It seemed to heat her body, in a good way.

Rebecca opened her eyes and saw that it was three women who were doing the painting. They were older, but still looked good. And they didn’t have a stitch on them. Apparently they had been nearly finished when she came to, because they stood up and left. Rebecca felt strangely disappointed about that, they had carefully missed all of her more sensitive areas.

And it wasn’t because they didn’t know what they were doing. The pattern they had painted on her seemed to be pointing at all her good spots. The paint was turning her on, but it wasn’t enough to do anything more than making her antsy.

In an attempt to distract herself she looked around to see where she was. There was a fire somewhere above her head, she couldn’t see well into that direction. But in every other direction she spotted women staring at her. It seemed she was going to be the main attraction tonight.

The signal that whatever was going on was now beginning were the drums, they began to beat in a more intricate and faster rhythm. A young woman came dancing from the direction of the fire. She, unlike everybody else, was wearing a mask with feathers streaming out of it. The mask only covered the areas around the eyes and her forehead. Like Rebecca she was sporting an intricate painting on her body and nothing else.

Her skin was pale and her body was slender with round, perky breasts. The masked woman was dancing in tune with the drums in an ever tightening circle around Rebecca. Rebecca couldn’t tear her eyes away from the dancer. Her heart began to pound in the rhythm that the woman was setting with her wild yet sensuous dance.

Rebecca was looking down her own body when the masked woman suddenly stopped facing Rebecca’s feet. The drums changed their tune at the same time, going for a slow rhythm again. The painted woman now slowly approached her in a crouch. She didn’t seem to have exerted herself with that energetic dance, Rebecca on the other hand had only seen it and that was enough for her to take deep breaths.

As the dancer stepped between Rebecca’s legs she extended her arms to the side and began sliding her fingers across Rebecca’s skin. Her hands went faster than the rest of her body and her fingers had almost finished ghosting over Rebecca’s stomach when she planted her feet on either side of Rebecca’s belly.

The dancer’s hands next target was Rebecca’s breasts, a brief massage of her nipples elicited Rebecca’s first moan. As the hands traveled upwards and then sideways down Rebecca’s arms the dancer kneeled. She took care to align their tits so that the stiff nipples dueled with their counterpart if either woman moved.

And it was impossible for Rebecca not to move. The dancer somehow managed to turn even her arms into erogenous zones. She could finally look into the eyes of the masked woman but that only added to the sweet torture. The eyes shone with desire and excitement and Rebecca found them irresistible.

The hands now traveled back up the way they had come and the dancer finally kissed her. It was only the tip of her tongue and it didn’t go past her lips. Rebecca felt the urge to reciprocate but knew that it wasn’t time yet for that. Her role for now was to simply endure and enjoy what was being done to her.

The mask came closer as the painted woman began to massage Rebecca’s lower lip with her own lips. Rebecca squirmed and took even deeper breaths, forcing their nipples closer together until they poked into each other’s breasts. Luckily the dancer didn’t linger but with a quick nip at Rebecca’s lip traveled down till she reached the right breast of the bound woman.

The masked dancer lavished that breast with the same treatment as she had given to Rebecca’s lip, complete with the nip at the end before switching breasts. Meanwhile, her hands were massaging the sides of Rebecca’s neck adding to her rising excitement.

Rebecca herself had now reached the point of begging, so desperate was her need to cum. She didn’t know how the woman was doing it but Rebecca knew she was responsible for that inability. Except that she couldn’t get herself to voice anything but inarticulate sounds of pleasure which meant she couldn’t even plead for mercy.

Great was her relief when the masked woman finally left her aching tits alone and began to explore her pussy. A relief that was short-lived as the young woman seemed to be intent on carefully examining every nook and cranny. The result was that Rebecca seemed to crawl towards her orgasm.

Rebecca let her head fall back and tried to focus on the stars. The sensation of being so full of pleasure while looking at those distant points of light was indescribable. She lost all sense of time but after an eternity she became aware that the painted dancer had stopped.

She looked back and met her eyes. Rebecca was on the cusp of oblivion, being kept there by the dancer’s hot breath stroking her cunt. The eyes behind the mask told her all she needed to know. If her response was right she would get her reward, otherwise they would be here for a while longer. “Who am I?” the dancer asked.

Rebecca’s mind furiously ran through the possibilities, trying to match the dancer’s body to someone she knew. But it wasn’t the body that gave it away, in the end it was her expressive eyes. She had looked into those eyes before. “Violet.” Rebecca whispered reverently.

The chocolate-brown eyes twinkled with approval and humor before disappearing behind the mask for a moment as it was removed. And then she was staring at Violet’s unpainted face. “Good girl,” Violet crooned to her before diving back between her legs.

Violet quickly sucked her clit into her mouth while her hands began tweaking Rebecca’s nipples. But release only came after Violet’s teeth began to add pressure on Rebecca’s clit. The orgasm was violent, all-consuming and just kept going on and on. Every muscle in her body tensed and she bucked her hips each time a wave of pleasure hit her. Miraculously this didn’t throw Violet off and she even managed to keep her assault on Rebecca’s clit going.

“Oh Violet.” With those words Rebecca finally stopped cumming, her body turned to jelly. She didn’t notice that her bonds were cut or that Violet was moving. But she did notice when Violet picked her up in her arms and began to carry her to a hut, barely lit by the roaring fire.

She looked up into Violet’s smiling face with a questioning look of her own. It was everything Rebecca could manage in her current state.

“The night is still young,” Violet confided to her as she carried her girl inside.

Friday

Rebecca was staring at her locker, already knowing what she would find in it but not at all certain whether she wanted to open this letter. After she had woken up this morning, she had quickly reached a few conclusions. One of them was that the letters were affecting her more than she had thought. She wasn’t certain but it looked like they were actually giving her dreams, very hot dreams.

What she didn’t know was if Violet was indeed the author or if her mind had come up with a face on its own. She also didn’t know if the letters were responsible for her break-up with Rick. She didn’t remember feeling so discontented last week. But neither could she remember feeling particularly happy or excited about the guy. From a rational point of view, her decision had been the correct one. But there was still the doubt.

‘And it was a silly doubt.’ Rebecca thought to herself. ‘It’s not like those letters can hypnotizing me or anything like that. My own imagination just took those letters and the realizations I reached this week and that’s what caused those dreams. Catching three hot girls having steamy sex in the gym’s shower just put oil on the fire.’ Satisfied what that eminently logical explanation Rebecca opened her locker.

As she expected there was a letter waiting for her. ‘Your eyes’ was written on it. She was feeling a little excited as she picked up the folded piece of paper. Rebecca unfolded it and as she had learned from the previous letters didn’t try to actually to understand the letter. “Understanding isn’t required, only obedience,” Rebecca murmured softly as she took in this latest work.

Rebecca refolded the letter and stashed it away, apparently unaware of what she had just said. She took out the books she needed and almost went to class. But she stopped herself when she saw Violet and remembered she meant to ask her for help with her History homework.

“Hi, Violet.” Rebecca greeted her. “Could I ask you for a favor?”

Violet smiled in return. “Sure, you can ask me for anything.”

Now Rebecca began to smile. “Great, I could use another perspective on this Restoration business. And since we both have that class and you’re a smart, attractive... I mean you’re a magnet for ehm, high grades. Am I making any sense here?” Rebecca felt her cheeks heat up as she began babbling.

Violet’s expression stayed friendly though and her voice didn’t betray that she had heard anything out of the ordinary. “You do, actually. And I would love to help. You can come by my place after dinner, if you don’t have any other plans? I’ll give you the address.”

Rebecca agreed and wrote down the address after which they parted. In class Rebecca still felt a little nervous. What exactly should she wear tonight? It had to be something classy yet sexy; she wanted to impress Violet.

That faint feeling of nervousness had solidified into anxiety by the time Rebecca reached Violet’s home. ‘How stupid could I be?’ She berated herself. ‘Violet caught me fingering myself while getting she was getting her pussy eaten out by two girls. Just because she didn’t hint at it in public doesn’t mean she won’t mention it when we are somewhere private.’

Her only consolation was the fact that Violet’s parents would be at home too. She didn’t exactly now why she was so apprehensive about being alone with Violet. She seemed like a nice girl and judging by Daphne’s and Isis’s behavior she hadn’t ratted her out.

But that wasn’t entirely correct, she did have a reason to feel nervous. It took her almost half the day before she realized she hadn’t forgotten to ask Violet for help in the first place. Rebecca had no idea where the idea had come from and that scared her.

But here she was. She checked herself over one last time before ringing the bell. With her short, silk skirt, tight top, high-heeled shoes and art-fully applied make-up she was just way too overdressed for a study-date with someone that was barely an acquaintance. Rebecca corrected herself. ‘It’s not a date.’

Rebecca didn’t recognize the woman that opened the door right away. She just looked that different. She wasn’t dressed like a kid anymore but as the eighteen-year old woman that she really was. Tight jeans encased her legs while a white blouse drew attention to both the swell of her breasts aand her belly-button.

This Violet wasn’t hiding behind her hair either, both of her eyes looked straight into Rebecca’s own with a confidence the mousy Violet never had. Violet complimented her. “I don’t want to state the obvious but you look great Rebecca.”

“Thanks anyway. And you look... different. I’m sorry, but you really do. It suits you though.” Rebecca hastened to add.

Violet motioned for Rebecca to enter. “Thanks, I am going for a new look. But I wanted to get comfortable with it first before facing the dreaded opinion of our pears.”

As Rebecca went into the house she noted how quiet it was. “Aren’t your parents home yet?”

“Oh, they’re away on a romantic weekend. It was a spur of the moment thing for them but I can survive a few days without the parental units.”

“So, you got the house all to yourself for the weekend?” Rebecca hated the unsure quality that haunted her voice as she asked the question.

Violet smiled impishly. “We got the house all to ourselves.” She confirmed. Nothing more was said but Rebecca got some ideas what Violet could do with that unsupervised weekend. Her, Daphne and Isis could have lots of fun. Rebecca was unsure if she was jealous of the fun they could have or jealous of Daphne and Isis.

To keep her mind of those thoughts Rebecca busied herself with getting her notebook out. They could share books so she hadn’t brought any with her, then she sat down at the table followed Violet.

“I think you should look at this before we get started,” Violet said. Rebecca caught her staring intently at her and then she saw what Violet wanted her to look at. It was a folded piece of paper, exactly like the ones she had been finding in her locker this week.

This all but confirmed that Violet was indeed the mysterious author and Rebecca’s fears once more leapt to the forefront. Chief among them the fear that the letters were doing something to her mind. ‘What’s going to happen after I open this letter?’ she wondered.

‘Will I fall to my knees and beg her to let me bury my face in her pussy? Maybe it will turn me into some kind of robot, powerless to do anything but pleasure her exactly like she instructs me to. Or it could just put me into some kind of trance, my mind blank and ready to be filled by all kinds of hot, sexy thoughts that she will whisper into my ear.’ Those thoughts were turning her pussy into a spring and she instinctively rubbed her thighs together to get a little relief.

With a mind of its own her hand reached out and grabbed the folded letter. She opened it as if she was already in a trance and helplessly stared at what was inside.

‘For my love Rebecca, may this open your eyes.’ Rebecca read. Relief and disappointment warred within her. Part of her had been turned on by all those scenario’s she had imagined. But this was confirmation that it had been Violet that had been sending her the letters.

Violet looked closely at Rebecca as she read the message. When she was certain Rebecca had absorbed it, she plucked it out of her hands and discarded it onto the table. Then she made another bold move and straddled Rebecca, putting her hands on the chair’s back.

“I hope you enjoyed my little gifts,” she said throatily.

Apparently a cat had gotten Rebecca’s tongue because she could only nod mutely.

“Good,” Violet continued in that same voice. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I sent them? Truth is, I’ve admiring you from a far for years now. I just felt it was time to get to know you up close and personal.”

Rebecca gulped. “What about Isis and Daphne?”

Violet shrugged. “We had fun. You had fun,” she added with a meaningful look. “I’m looking for something more and I was hoping I could find that with you. So, my question to you is this. Do you want to get to know me, intimately?”

Rebecca looked into Violet’s eyes for what seemed like forever. On Violet’s request Jack was keeping quiet, not giving a hint about the answer Rebecca was about to give.

“I...” Rebecca wetted her dry lips. “I am looking for something else too. And I’m wondering if maybe I’ve found it. I, I would like to find out. With you, together.”

Violet’s smile at hearing that lit up the room. She didn’t know it but Rebecca fell in love with that smile right then and there. “Let’s find out,” Violet agreed.

Their faces moved closer but Rebecca stopped when Violet asked a seemingly random question. “Do you know what the first thing was that made me fall for you?” Rebecca shook her head in response.

Violet closed the remaining distance, giving the answer right before their lips met. “Your eyes.”