The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Cindi yawned in total boredom. The conversation in the House common room, most nights great fun, was really dragging. Beth Landers was actually snoring in the corner. How that total spaz had ever gotten into the sisterhood was an eternal mystery to h... She noticed her roommate was rubbing her temples with a petulant expression.

“What’s wrong, Trish?”

“I’ve had this simply awful headache, all evening. Ever since I got back from class. I took some aspirin, but it didn’t help at all.”

Cindi stifled another yawn. “Mah- maybe you should go to bed. I think I will. I simply can’t keep my eyes open.”

“It’s only 7:30!” Trish pouted. “And didn’t you say that hunk Roger would call? Don’t you want to talk to him? I wish that Fred would call once in a while, the jerk.”

The thought of talking to Roger Haskill suddenly made Cindi want to vomit. She flounced to her feet.

“I don’t care. I’m tired, and I’m going to bed. You tell Roger to call back tomorrow. Good night!” She stormed off to her and Trish’s room, wondering why she felt so crabby all of a sudden. She had been looking forward to talking to Roger all day, but now all she wanted to do was sleep. She carefully went through the nightly ritual: tightly closing the blinds so none of the local perverts could spy on her, stripping off the various layers of fabric and make-up, finally crawling into bed in her nightgown. She thought about Roger again, and smiled sleepily, feeling a little stirring inside her. Trish was right- he was a hunk. If he asked her out this weekend, she’d definitely go. Pity she was so tired, and would miss his phone call, but on the other hand, it was never a good idea to be too available... a delicate balance... She drifted off.

The alarm clock rang. And rang. And rang. Cindi crawled blearily out of her covers, and scrabbled around for the off button. She finally found it, gave it a savage push, and immediately flopped back into position. She had always hated getting up in this early, but her stupid classes started practically before the sun came up... She heard Trish stirring, and finally dragged herself out, knotting her robe tightly around her shapely body and shuffling into the bathroom in her fuzzy slippers. Their House was one of the few on campus that had private bathrooms, for which she was grateful, especially on mornings like this...

She stepped into the shower, and gave her short blonde bob a quick, efficient scrub and shampoo under the cold water. Unlike a lot of the girls, Cindi was never one to wastemuch time in the shower, using it mainly to force the last remnants of sleep from her system. She stepped from the stall, groping for her robe..

She and Trish stepped out of the House, and into the bright morning sunlight. They both donned sunglasses, and left for class. Cindi vaguely registered that that little nerd Sherman Philpot was covertly staring at them from behind a pair of dirty coke-bottle lenses. If he (definitely one of the Local Perverts) ever tried anything, she’d mace him. Or maybe she’d sic Roger on him. Roger could break Philpot in two with one hand. That would be sorta fun to watch..

“Hey, Babe!” She turned gracefully, holding her lunch-tray. It was Roger, bulging and rippling out of his letterman’s jacket in all the right places. Looking at him, Cindi felt that little twinge again, and smiled sunnily, her green eyes sparkling.

“Hi, Roger!”

“Where were you last night, Babe? You never answered your phone!”

“I’m sorry, Roger. I fell asleep early. I guess Trish did do. Why don’t you try again tonight? I promise to stay awake!”

“OK, Babe.” A crowd of his fellow football players rumbled by, and he waved at them. “Gotta go. I’ll call you!” Cindi watched his retreating backside with deep appreciation. Then she joined Trish and the other Sisters at their usual table.

Cindi growled in disgust and slammed the book shut. Studying, never one of her favorite pastimes, was impossible tonight. She couldn’t concentrate, waiting for Roger’s stupid phone call. Trish, still suffering from a headache, was already in bed, sound asleep. No fun there. Cindi yawned widely, got up and wandered out to the common room. If anything, it was even more dead than last night. Myria Thompson, the House brainiac, was slumped in one of the chairs, staring at a crossword puzzle from behind her glasses, which were neither dirty nor coke-bottles. Otherwise, the room was empty.

“My? Where is everybody?”

Myria started violently, looked up.

“Oh! Cindi! You scared me. What?”

“I said, where is everybody?”

Myria looked blank.

“I dunno. Around, I guess.” She stretched and shook her head of tightly-wound black ringlets. Her gaze drifted back to the crossword before her, and she sighed. “Can’t seem to get anything done with this thing tonight. You want to look at it?” She carelessly tossed the puzzle book and pencil onto the coffee table in the center of the room. “I’m going to bed. ‘Night.” She rose and left the room.

“Uh.. night..”

Cindi looked down in distaste at the book, which had landed facing her. Crossword puzzles, really.. The puzzle’s title caught her eye: “SHEEP TIME” What a stupid name. Sheep Time. Sounded like..

Sleep Time. Sleep. As soon as the word popped up in her mind, her eyelids drooped, and she stumbled a little. She jerked them open, irritably, and stalked back towards her room. She had to stay awake until Roger called. Marched into the room, slammed the door, not caring if it woke Trish. She’d get into her nightgown, at least. Something to do.. Cindi pulled off her sweater, revealing the generous assets held in check by a bra. She carefully folded up the sweater, placed in on the table. Her glance fell on the bed.

The bed. So soft, so warm, so inviting. Bed. She’d just lay down for a moment. Just for a mo...

The alarm went off. Cindi opened her eyes, gave a contented yawn, and hopped out of bed. Or, she suddenly realized, off the bed. She was wearing only a bra, and her nice skirt, which was now all crumpled. Blonde hair dangled messily over her face. She was annoyed for a moment, but she felt so good after the night’s sleep she dismissed it. She slapped off the alarm, stripped off her remaining clothes, tossed them in the hamper, wrapped herself in her bathrobe and made her way to the bathroom. Trish was already there, vigorously brushing her teeth.

“Morning! Feeling better, Trish?”

“Huh?” Trish mumbled through a mouthful of foam.

“The headache, you ditz!”

(spit) “Head.. Oh! Yes. It’s gone now. Finally.”

A memory surfaced. “Did... Roger call?”

“How should I know? You were up later than I was.” Trish went back to scrubbing.

Cindi removed her robe, and slipped into the shower. The spray felt really good this morning, tingling delightfully off of her breasts and stomach. She turned up the temperature, and spend a long time lathering and soaping herself and running her hands slowly over her body. It felt so good..

She and Trish left for class together, chattering happily. Not looking where she was going, Cindi bumped into someone. She turned to snap at them, and stopped, puzzled. The spindly man mumbled a vague apology and disappeared into the crowd.

“Who was that?” She asked Trish, cutting off her friend in mid-sentence.

“Huh? Who? Oh, that was that major geekazoid, Melvin Swickard.”

“It was? I didn’t recognize him.. Has he changed his hairstyle or something?”

“No, ‘course not. It was the same old Melvin. Blegh.”

“Huh.”

“Say, did you hear? He and his weirdo friends, Philpot and those other dorks, actually started a fraternity? They got some national group to sponsor them and everything. It’s not a real fraternity, ‘course, but still...”

“Well... I’m guess they could figure out how. It’s not like they’re stupid... or anything... Just..”

“Gross.”

“Yeah.”

“Cindi...!” It was Roger, as hunky as ever. But looking at him, Cindi didn’t get usual thrill. Instead.. she felt..?

“Oh. Hi, Roger.”

“That’s two nights in a row, Babe. What’s up with you?”

“Like I told you yesterday, Roger, I was tired. I went to bed. You shouldn’t call so late.”

“Oh.. uh. Sorry, babe. So, how about you and me going out this weekend?”

“I.. I don’t know. I may be busy. I’ll let you know.”

“Uh.. OK. I’ll call you, OK?”

She swirled away, not answering.

Cindi was sitting in the empty common room. Most days her boring old classes seemed to last forever, but today time had just flown by. She found herself staring at the wall. It was strange; she’d never really looked at a wall before. The flow of the grains in the wood panelling washed around in such a fascinating way, almost seeming to pull her in..

“Earth to Cindi.” She looked up at the source of the voice in annoyance.

“What? Oh, hi, Trish. What did you say?”

Trish stared at her in exasperation. “What’s the matter with you tonight? I said Roger’s on the phone. If you wanna talk to him, talk to him. I don’t have time to be your answering service.” She yawned, suddenly and widely. “I’ve got stuff to do.” She left.

“Oh, all right.” Cindi hoisted herself to her feet and plodded to their room. She flopped into her chair, and lifted the receiver with a total lack of enthusiasm.. “Hi, Roger.”

“Hey, babe. This early enough for you?”

“Hmm?” Cindi idly studied her nails, considered reaching for the nail-file, decided it wasn’t worth it... “Oh, yes. I suppose so. What do you want?”

“Uh.. well.. I wanted to ask you about this weekend. Some of us are going over to Parkville and... you know... hangin’ out. I’ll come get you around ten, wadda say?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Cindi watched Trish drift into the room, close the door, and start undressing. “Hold on a second, Roger..” She cupped her hand over the receiver. “Trish? You going to bed? I thought you had ‘stuff’ to do.”

Trish seemed to see her for the first time, her blue eyes fuzzy and unfocused. “Oh.. yeah. Stuff. Well, it can wait till morning. Right now, I just wanna.. sleep..” She pulled on her nightgown half-on, and burrowed sloppily under the covers. “Just... sleep...”

The whole room seemed to go wavery for a minute. Sleep... Cindi removed her hand.

“No thanks, Roger, I’m not interested. G’night.”

“Babe? What..” click. bzzzz.

Cindi was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

Cindi rose up out of sleep. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. She hopped out of bed, and immediately pulled off her nightgown. She stopped and stared down at the garment. When had she put that on? She couldn’t remember. Cindi shrugged, dropped the gown and started to put on her robe. For some reason this morning the wool fabric felt unbearably itchy and hot. She discarded it, and wandered into the bathroom naked.

Trish was taking a shower, from the sound of it. Cindi stared at her reflection’s bemused expression in the steamed-up mirror, strange thoughts boiling in her mind. The noise of the water pounded into her skull. It sounded so soothing, so relaxing. She wished Trish would hurry up and get out of there. She longed to get under the water, and wash... herself... all... over...

The shower curtain pulled back, and Trish stuck her head out, her long red hair plastered to her skull.

“Oh, hi.. Cindi... The water feels sooo good this morning... Why..” she hesitated, frowned, then smiled, “..why don’t you join me..”

Cindi’s mind recoiled in disbelief at the suggestion..

“But.. but I’m not.. that would be...”

“Oh, come on.” Trish smiled and gestured. “You know you want to..”

And she did want to. Badly. Getting under that lovely spray was more important than anything right now... the confusion vanished. Cindi smiled, and slid into the shower with her roommate. Trish smiled back happily, and handed her a bar of soap.

“Lather my back, would you? Ahh.... that feels sooo wooonderfulll...”

For what seemed like hours, they washed and soaped each other, gently sliding their hands and the bar of Ivory over each other’s slick, soapy bodies, arms, legs, breasts... especially the breasts.. wash Trish’s pert breasts especially carefully.. fingers probing into every nook and crevice while the wonderful, warm, water poured endlessly down around them...

They strolled to class. Even after taking her shower, Cindi’s clothes had felt strangely sticky and scratchy, but the feeling passed as soon as they got into the cool morning air.

A man hurried by, carrying a large pile of books. They both stopped and stared his retreating form.

“Who... who was that?” Cindi asked.

“I.. I think it was Reggie Finkledorm. One of those... a friend of Sherman and Melvin’s.”

“Really? Are you sure? He looked so.. so..”

“I know!”

They went on, puzzling.

“Uh, babe? Cindi?” Roger.

“Yes?” She looked at him with distaste. He was so... hairy. So.. vulgar. He was an ape, a brutish, hulking, flat-topped ape in a letterman’s jacket. Why hadn’t she seen that before?

“Look, is.. did I do something.. wrong? Did we have a fight or something?”

“No, Roger, you didn’t do anything. You.. you can’t do anything, can you, except throw those stupid footballs around? I don’t know what I ever saw in you!”

“Cindi? Wha?”

“Gaaah! Stop talking! Just stop talking to me! Go away!” Cindi spun around and marched away. The many people who had been in earshot watched her go. Most of them were bemused, but two of them, on opposite sides of the room, smiled.

The phone rang. Cindi, crawling woozily into bed, heard Trish answer groggily.

“Hello?.... Oh. Hello, Fred.” Pause. “No... no, I don’t think so. Goodbye, Fred.” click. bzzzzzz. Sleep.

It was morning, Cindi’s eyes flipped open, and she sat up. She turned off the alarm before it could begin ringing. She perched silently on the edge of the bed, her green gaze locked on Trish’s sleeping form. Trish’s eyes fluttered open, and looked over at her roommate quizzically.

“Do you want to do it again?”

“Do what? Oh. Yes. Yes, very much.”

They went into the bathroom together. It was even better than yesterday, as they gave each other shampoos and soaped and scrubbed and slathered the soap everywhere. Everywhere. Cindi felt like she was floating when they were done. Every inch of her body tingled as she slipped on her hot, sticky, scratchy sweater, and ran her comb through her hair. Trish sat in her usual spot at the mirror, looking mildly puzzled, and brushing, brushing, brushing her long hair...

They were walking to class. Cindi was surprised to see, walking towards them, the most marvellous, hunky, guy. He strolled past, giving her a dazzling smile when she caught his gaze. She felt a little catch in her throat, and something deep inside her, more than a twitch this time, and much deeper than with... with...

“Who was that? How did we miss him before this?” Trish breathed.

Cindi felt a intense surge of jealousy, but it faded almost instantly. She knew, he was man enough.. man enough for both of them... together... She had a clear flash.. she and Trish and the man, together in the shower... and they on their knees.. looking at... the vision faded..

“I don’t know.... I hope we see him again...”

Then another one walked by, and they could only stare...

Roger stood and watched Cindi and Trish march by, not so much as glancing in his direction. A tremendous, baffled, frown crossed his face. Something was wrong here. This wasn’t the way things... He became aware that someone had suddenly materialized at his side.

“Hi, Roger...”

He turned, looked down. It was the Markowitz chick, that girl from his chemistry class... Deborah Markowitz.. yeah... The one who wore those... He smiled broadly. Whatever thought had torturously been clawing its way to the surface of his mind vanished like a popping soap bubble. She smiled back, looking up at him from under her bangs...

“Hi, Babe. Say... you busy this weekend? Some of us are going over to Parkville..”

Cindi again sat in the common room, not looking at anything much in particular. Except for seeing those two new hunks, the day had gone by pretty much in a dark blur, people’s voices resembling those of the adults in those silly Charlie Brown cartoons she used to watch on TV- Wahwaahwah.... She giggled, and mouthed the sound:

“Waaahhwaaahh..waaa..wahhwahh...” She supposed it was a good thing she hadn’t been called on in class. Or had she even been to class? She couldn’t really remember. It didn’t matter. Another vivid flash, her and Trish and.., grovelling naked in front of.... Waahwahwah...

The flash was interrupted by a odd noise. It took her a long moment to identify the sound. Someone’s stomach was growling. Was it hers? There was no one else here, so it must be. She looked down at her firm, thin, stomach in perplexity. She didn’t feel hungry... When was the last time she had eaten? Maybe she should...

No. She was tired. So very tired. It was time for bed. Warm, soft, comforting bed. She rose, walked to her room, removed all of her clothes, and crawled into her comfy, inviting, bed.

Waaaa.. waaawaahhh.... waaaahh... she giggled again as the darkness roared in and engulfed her.

It was morning. Cindi opened her eyes, and lay in bed for quite a while, staring silently at the ceiling. Then it was 7:15 and she got up. Trish got up, too. They went wordlessly into the bathroom, and Trish started the shower. They both climbed in, and began lathering each other. It felt sooo gooood to carefully, slowly, lather and wash every inch of Trish’s body, shampoo her long hair, fondle her breasts, her ass, her sex... The pleasure was re-doubled this time; Cindi was almost panting, her snatch becoming wet, her nipples turning rock hard. She noticed Trish was staring fixedly at the high, firm breasts that held those nipples. The redhead’s tongue darted out, licking the full lips that surrounded it. Slowly, jerkingly, Trish leaned over and licked Cindi’s left nipple, then her right. Cindi moaned, and pushed her chest forward. Silently, Trish began to run her tongue around the jutting tips, and circled out from there, the soft pink muscle sliding silkily around and around the blonde girl’s burning breasts. Hesitantly at first, but then with more and more assurance. In a blinding flash, Cindi realized what Trish was thinking- this was the only sure way to get the other girl clean- gently pushing Trish’s unresisting head back, she bentover and began to methodically lick and kiss Trish’s perfect orbs, tasting the salt and the warm water and something else she couldn’t identify while Trish soothingly ran her fingers through Cindi’s hair and down the back of her neck.

And then it was 7:45. Cindi straightened, and stood silently in the spray, occasionally blinking the dribbles of water out her eyes. Trish knelt before her on the shower tiles, and without ceremony buried her face in Cindi’s pussy. Her soft tongue came out again, and carefully began to lick out Cindi, inexpertly but enthusiastically swirling around deep inside her roommate’s moist, warm, cavern. Cindi trembled as the first wave of pleasure washed over her from Trish’s ministrations. She could feel the orgasm forming in her, but couldn’t move. She could only stand, utterly still, as the pleasure began to build and build... Her tall body quivered, every curve and muscle twitching, her toes trying to dig into the tiles. She hung suspended as Trish’s tongue probed deeper and deeper, searching for more Dirt and Filth to clean away...

Then, finally, Trish licked.. just... the... right.... spot.... and the orgasm hit. Still Cindi could not move a muscle, but Trish’s tongue and the shower and the rest of the world vanished into a pure, blinding white haze of ecstasy, wave after wave breaking over her as her mind soared higher, ever higher into that blinding white cloud. She spun, and spun...

Everything was dark. Then there was a flicker, and hovering right before her blurry eyes was Trisha’s cunt. She had to lick it squeaky clean. She had to make Trish happy andclean. For now, Trish and Trish’s happiness were all that mattered. Trish was all there was. She set eagerly to work, and was eventually rewarded with a gush of delicious womanjuice as the paralyzed Trish finally came and came and came.. And of course Cindi had to lick it all clean again, because of the mess made by the warm, sticky, juice, which tasted sooo goooood...

And the water poured and poured...

waaahwaah wwaahhhwahahh.. wawawaaawahwah....

... The day’s blur slowed as the most handsome man Cindi had ever seen in her life stormed majestically by. He was a lion, a titan, a god. The fires of heaven surrounded his mighty form in a blinding aura. It was all she could do to keep herself from flinging herself at his feet and pleading to be allowed to serve him, obey him, please him, pleasure him, fuck for him, to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted. Something held her back, sunk deep into her feverish brain like a barbed hook. A deep, primal instinct told her that doing what she most craved could harm this man she worshipped with all of her heart and soul. She would have to wait. Wait for her Master to deign to come to her. Wait in torment... He cast an indifferent glance in her direction, and she trembled, almost collapsing, trying uselessly to scream. He moved out of sight, and the darkness and the noise closed in again. She sank into them gratefully....

wwwwaaaaawaaaahhhwaaah wahhawwwa

WWWWAAAAWAAA WAHHHWAAAHAA It was dark, pitch-black, and hot, so hot... The non-noise roared in her ears WAAAWAAHWAA... Where was she? She was in a bed, but that didn’t matter. It was time. Finally at long, long, last, it was time. She slithered out of the hot, sticky, burning bed, directly onto a carpeted floor. She was swimming in a pool of fire. Her naked breasts, her ass, her sex burned with itching desire, fire ants swarmed under her skin biting and stinging. The soft carpet felt like a sea of broken glass, jabbing through her skin and scraping against her bones. Only the Master’s touch could save her now. She needed the Master’s cock inside her or she would go into convulsions and die; she was a fragile, hollow cock-shell, existing only to be filled. Every orifice in her body was an empty, bottomless pit of flaming desire. She began to weep, violently, her body spasming. She couldn’t feel it in the blinding wash of agony, but she could hear her voice sobbing in desperation.

A Voice spoke, and suddenly, miraculously, light blazed on around her. A wondrous, pearly Light whose mere presence washed away so much of the pain, bringing in a wave of bliss and peace. Cindi looked up, trying to blink her eyes free of tears. Her Master was standing over her, triumphant, colossal, his proud, massive member at rigid attention, awaiting her devotions. She continued to sob, but now in relief, as she scrabbled hungrily across the endless burning carpet to where He stood. She pulled herself up, her lips eagerly wrapping around the Shaft and pulling it into her mouth. Lunging forward, she slid It deep into her throat. It went down effortlessly, plunging into the pit of emptiness and filling it to the brim, putting out most of the fire in one cool gush. The blonde-haired girl began to slide her mouth up and down the Shaft, faster and faster. Every time It slammed home against the back of her throat, another wave of pleasure broke over her, a soothing balm spread over horrific burns. It was soooo big, and it tasted sooooo good... the light had begun to fade away again, but she didn’t care now... only the Master’s Rod mattered...

Her Master’s Voice spoke a single word, and she broke off instantly, turning and crawling back up on the bed so that her firm, round, ass stuck up in the air. Cindi wiggled it, invitingly, felt the Member bump for a moment against her ass cheeks, and then, in one sudden jab, rip into her, burying Its cool, icy self deep inside her burning anus. ..How could anything so hot be so delightfully cold... Again, there was no pain; this was even better than when It was in her mouth. For an unknown, wonderfully long, time, It slid in and out of her, each in-stroke blasting deeper into her, and sending her mind up to a new level of fevered ecstasy. Thrust after thrust, and no orgasm came.. The pressure clamped around her brain just kept building, and building and building...

Another word. The Rod was withdrawn. Cindi scrambled the rest of the way up onto the bed, flopped over on her back, eagerly spread her legs. Her Master rose up and settled down on top of her. The Shaft torpedoed its way into her sopping sex. This was the best of all, the best ever- the last remnants of the pain melted deliciously away, and her hips began to buck, forcing the wondrous Thing deeper and deeper inside her, only reluctantly and stickily sliding back from each titanic thrust. She was screaming now, screaming from frustration, from pleasure, from exhaustion..

Then her Master leaned over her, and looked into her eyes. All thought burned away. His black eyes went down forever and ever, bottomless pits of boiling ecstasy that pulled her down and down. He smiled, a smile of a thousand sun-bursts, and grunted out a word as His Shaft finally let go of Its seed and ground in one last time, blasting Its load into her very core..

“Cum.”

The world went a color brighter than white, and then there was blackness.

Cindi opened her eyes, and felt a sense of absolute peace and contentment ooze slowly over her as her mind and body floated gently back to earth, light as a feather. She was lying naked in bed.. with her Master. She gave a happy, tired, little sigh, and cuddled closer to His sleeping form, basking in the continuous waves of pleasure that rolled off of Him. Then the contentment started to fade, and the burning began to creep back around the edges of her mind. She hoped He, or one of the other Masters, would soon decide she was worthy enough to bless by placing their Rod deep inside her again. She would just have to wait, wait forever if need be, and be obedient and submissive to the Masters’ every whim.

“Cindi.” The Master’s Voice spoke to her, surprising her. He was awake, and looking at her, propped up on one elbow. Of course. She belatedly realized The Master was always looking at her. Watching her every minute of every day. Measuring her to see if she was worthy of serving him.

“Yes, Master?” she looked up at Him, eagerly, worshipfully, trying not to be too blinded by his radiance.

He elbowed himself a little further up the bed, rolled onto His back...

“Mount my cock.”

“Yes, Master!” She sprang to her knees, and straddled His body. Carefully, reverently, her trembling hands held His Cock up in the air, and she positioned herself over It. After a moment’s fumbling, the rapidly-re-hardening Rod slid neatly into Its proper position inside her, and she gave a strangled gasp of pleasure. The bad fires snuffed out, and the good fires began to burn once again, again filling her simultaneously with that coolness and warmth.... She rode lingeringly up and down, up and down, the glorious, wonderful Cock punching deep inside her with each thrust. It could never go deep enough, long enough.

After another eternity in which her universe narrowed to the sensations between her dripping thighs, she felt the Master cum inside her again, and a wave of total fulfillment crashed over her, followed instantly by another screaming orgasm. As soon as she stopped twitching and jerking, and the colors trickled back into the world, she quietly resumed riding up and down, up and down, already working towards another explosion...

“That’s enough, Cindi. Lick my cock clean.”

“Yes, Master.” Cindi pulled the Cock out of her hole with a squishing noise, and sobbed a little inside as the emptiness, the burning, immediately came trickling back. She squirmed around on the bed until her tongue was in position, and went to work. It took quite a while to get all the cum and juice off of Him, and she worked until she’d cleaned up every last drop. It was good that she’d practiced this sort of thing with her fellow slave the day before... All too soon her task was complete. Chancing her Master’s displeasure, Cindi went on licking and then softly sucking on the Rod, her mind filled with cool empty bliss and her mouth filled with the Meat, her nipples still rock hard, her cunt juices and His seed still dripping and running down her slave thighs..

“Gaah... That’s really enough, Cindi. Get up, and sit in that chair over there.”

“Yes, Master.” She didn’t want to be separated from Him for an instant, but disobedience, hesitation, was unthinkable. She scrambled up from her knees, slid her bare feet onto the floor and hurried to the indicated chair, furtively sucking in the last precious drops from her lips. She noticed fleetingly that Slave Trish was kneeling by another bed, totally engrossed in providing oral pleasure to one of the other Masters. She was wearing some kind of strange headset. Lucky Trish. Cindi felt so happy for her, wished she could join her..

The Master rose languidly, and wrapped a robe around his majestic body. He sauntered over to the chair, and picked up a device similar to the one that Trish was wearing. He held it out to her, a long bundle of wires trailing off it to a sinister-looking black box, covered with slowly-blinking lights.

“Put this on.” She took it and slipped it over her head. The bulky device slid down overher eyes and ears, sending her into darkness and silence. Cindi could feel bits of throbbing metal poke sharply against her skull in a half-dozen places Strange, compelling patterns began washing and surging before her, and a familiar wawawawawa filled her mind, a massive undertow gently but irresistibly pulling her deeper, ever deeper into cool, shiny depths that spun and shimmered... Somewhere under the sound, she could hear voices.. whispering to her... deep, authoritative voices... pictures began to flicker before her eyes, the faces and names and Rods of the Masters, burning into her mind.. The arousal returned, redoubled..

The Master’s Voice spoke.

“Now, then, Cindi, I’m going to ask you some questions. Can you hear me?”

“Y-Yes, Master. I can hear you very well.” she gasped.

“Who are you?”

“I’m your s-slave, Cindi McLinden, Master.” Cindi squirmed in her chair, riding the rising burning within her..

“Good. And what’s my name, Cindi?”

“Master.”

“Yes Cindi, very good, but what is my name to the outside world?”

A series of pictures appeared before her dazzled eyes- a name, a face, a Cock, a list of likes and dislikes, some sexual, some not...“Oooo. I’m sorry, Master. Melvin S-Swickard, Master.”

“That’s right. Are you hot for me, Cindi?”

“Uuuh... yes, Master. So hot. So horny.. I’m burning up... I need my Master inside me..”

“Start fondling yourself, Cindi. Who, besides me, are your Masters?”

Her hands rose up and began pinching and tweaking her breasts. This only redoubled her horrific desire yet again, bringing not the slightest scrap of relief. “Any member of your fraternity, Master. I obey the orders of” (flicker) “The Geeks without hesitation. Without thought. Without fear. I exist only to please and pleasure Geeks. They, and only they, are my Masters now and forever.” The words came easily, effortlessly. It felt so good to say them. She wanted to say them again and again and again. With a Master’s big, thick, cock buried deep inside her slave cunt while she did.

“That’s right.” A pause, then in a tone of mild interest... “Cindi, do you have any curiosity at all as to how you came to be in this situation?”

“No, Master.”

“Well, I’m going to tell you anyway, because it amuses me to do so. For the past several nights, you, and every girl in this dorm, have been exposed to intense subliminal messages, which... ah. Do you even know what the word ‘subliminal’ means, Cindi?”

“Yes, Master. Professor D-Deezen talked about it Psych 101. He said... ooo... subliminal messages don’t work. Master.” She was panting now from her own ministrations and the messages beaming deep into her brain. She needed the Master and his Cock so bad...

“Wow. That means you were actually paying attention in Psych class that day. Will wonders never cease?”

“I.. I don’t knowww, Master.” Admitting this made her sick and queasy. Her Master required information she couldn’t supply...

“Eh? Oh, it doesn’t matter, Cindi. Forget I asked.” The nausea vanished, had never existed in the first place. “In any event, old Deezen’s an idiot, and should have retired ten years ago. Trust me, Cindi, they work, when properly applied, by.. competent individuals.” He laughed. The grating, donkey-like sound was the most wonderful, infectious, laugh Cindi had ever heard; it sent waves of pleasure rippling through her. “Anyway, these messages have been coming through you House’s speaker system. Speakers in every room, you know, a great help. Once we realized what we had invented, it was a simple matter to splice into that system, and play whatever tapes we desired, sending information directly and deeply into your subconscious mind, especially after you were lulled each night into a deep sleep. Every girl in this building, as well as your housemother, of course, has been programmed against her will to be an obedient, slutty, slave to The Geeks. How does that make you feel?”

“Happy, Master. H-Hot. Hornyyyy.” She squirmed again in her chair, watched the pretty, helpful, pictures, slid her hands over her breasts and into her dripping cunt...

“Good, Cindi. The headsets you and.. uh.. Trisha.. It’s Trisha, isn’t it, Sherm..? Oh, Trish... The sets you and Trish are now wearing are busy reinforcing and completing your programming. Every second, it’s taking you deeper. Ever deeper into total slavery. Total subjugation to the will of The Geeks. You no longer have a mind, a will, a body, of your own, do you?”

“No, Masterrrr. All I have, all that I am, belongs to The Geeks. Please... pleeease use your property... Master..”

“No, slave, it’s time to switch partners. Crawl over to the other Master on your belly, and get to work sucking his cock. If you do a good enough job, maybe he’ll fuck you.”

“Yes, Master!” Cindi squealed, and almost fell off the chair in her eagerness. Even though the pictures continued to flash and strobe in front of her, the new Master’s Cock was clearly visible, and she homed in on it unerringly, almost drooling in her eagerness. She felt someone brush by her, going in the opposite direction. Trish, she guessed fleetingly, but of course it didn’t matter in the slightest...

As he looked down at his new slave, eagerly wrapping her soft, warm lips and velvety tongue around his rather unimpressive penis, Sherman smiled, and commented to his fellow Geek lounging on the other bed, a mass of tangled, sweaty, red hair now bobbing enthusiastically between his legs..

“Wanna hear something funny? That friend of Cindi here, Roger Whatisface? Saw him yesterday with Deborah Markowitz. They seemed to be getting along..(oh, yeah...) famously. I hear back when she started school here, she applied to this very sorority, and they rejected her. Probably didn’t... ahhhh... measure up their ‘high standards’. Funny how these things work out...”

EPILOGUE

Cindi smiled broadly at the row of beautiful girls lined up before her on the bench in the basement of the sorority House.

“Congratulations. You have been deemed worthy by the Selection Committee, and have all been chosen to join the illustrious ranks of this sorority. Before you can become full fledged members, however, you must undergo one final process...” She carefully pushed a button on the remote she held in her hand, and the enormous TV screen beside her lit up with a colorful, swirling display. Pouring out of a multitude of precisely-placed speakers, a pleasant, soothing ‘waaawaaawaaa’ filled the room.

“Now just watch this screen..” Cindi watched patiently, as one by one the girls’ eyes began to glaze over, and their breath became calm and even. Cindi was happy. The Masters’ programming process was so much more quick and efficient and sure now, as opposed to when she had first been enslaved. Soon all of the new girls were in a deep trance, and their sublimanally-controlled arms mechanically began to remove the hot, sticky, confining pledge robes. Cindi set down the remote and eagerly followed suit. Now Trish and Myria and the other slaves would bring in the wonderful headsets, and the new Geek property would spend the next several hours being programmed for total obedience. They would all get to wear the headsets... Then tonight, the Masters would come, though the newly-completed secret passage... Cindi stared straight ahead, smiling, unmoving, her bare breasts pointing proudly into the air. Her slave cunt became very, very wet, as Slave Beth approached and slipped a headset over her eyes. The wondrous colors once again began to swirl...