The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

There aren’t many people so famous that everyone all over the world would recognise them. Footballers, pop stars and A-list actors would all make the list, of course, and sitting alongside them would of course be the Luscious Sisters.

The Luscious family wasn’t totally unknown, of course—their late father was a respected showbiz lawyer, their mother a publicist extraordinaire. But their fame paled in comparison to that of the three Luscious sisters, Lexi, Lily and Lacey.

After Lexi Luscious’ sex tape made the news, Laura Luscious used her clout in the world of entertainment to get her girls a reality TV show, Living with the Luscious Sisters. People would tune in to experience the Luscious life—their relationships and their lifestyles—and dream of it. And they got to know the girls in the process—although there were obvious familial similarities, with all of the girls having icy blonde hair and well-rounded bodies, even before their surgeries, everyone soon had their favourite Luscious. Everyone had views on Lexi after the sex tape, but they soon came to realise her soft side—if Laura was the brains of the operation, Lexi was its heart, and she always cared for her family. Lily, the middle child, was known for being creative yet reserved, and her authenticity won people round. Then there was Lacey, the fun and loud one, always playing pranks on her sisters and being ready with a shout of ‘sisters forever!’

It was a pop-culture phenomenon—girls wanted to be them, and they copied the Luscious look to the best of their means. When Lily said that her ex-boyfriend was a dirty shrimp, shrimp became the word of the moment overnight. Whenever the girls wore an outfit, it was sold out in all the shops before the day was out. And, of course, whenever the girls got lip fillers, plumpers or even plastic surgery, a surprising number of fans would go out and copy the modifications.

Sure, there were detractors out there, but the family wasn’t fussed by them—they knew that they were motivated by jealousy, plain and simple.

To be a Luscious was, in effect, to be royalty.

“So why,” Laura Luscious fumed, “are the viewing figures declining?”

The girls sat in silence as their mother and manager paced around their home meeting room, an angry look on her face. When she was in this mood, there was no point contributing to the discussion unless they were deliberately spoken to.

“We’re giving them what they want—what the fuck is wrong with them?”

It was Lexi who broke the sisterly silence: “You always say, mom, to bring it back to family when we’re in trouble.”

“We just need to show them some different,” Lacey said, “something new, so they can fall in love with our family again.”

Laura was thinking: “And what do you suggest, dears?”

“It’s a shame that we don’t have any long-lost relatives we feature on the show,” said Lily. “It’s like my art—you can’t do the same thing all the time, or people look elsewhere, but you can’t be too different.”

“So we need the same, but different?” asked Lacey. “How does that work?”

Suddenly, Laura had a brainwave. It was an idea so incredible she couldn’t believe it, but she just knew it would work.

“I think you’ve got it, girls. All the girls out there want to be a Luscious sister—let’s give one of them the chance.”

It was going to be ratings gold.

But first, to find the right girl…

“Fuck you, bitch!”

Whatever else you might say about her, Selena Crawford was not a subtle woman.

She was almost the living embodiment of ‘born on the wrong side of the tracks’, and it was an unspoken label that she wore with pride.

Selena marched through the streets, swagger in every step. She lived in the rough part of town, but she loved walking in the posh neighbourhood—there, although she had no money and no real power, she felt like she did. There, people looked at her like she was someone.

“Cross the road, that poor bitch is coming,” they’d mutter under their breath. She heard it anyway, and she’d give them a glance of sheer disgust in response. She didn’t care that they avoided her, no—they avoided her because she was someone, someone with a little bit of something over them, even if only for a moment.

When her mother was alive, she told her that. ‘Selena,’ she said, ‘be someone that people want to be—make them jealous of you, or you’ll go mad being jealous of them.’

And so, Selena carried that through life.

She was a natural beauty, although that beauty was tempered slightly by her roughness. She was a brunette, thin, her features stunning if harsh—fuck, she couldn’t help that, not with the world she was from. You don’t get many advantages on the poverty line, and she’d noticed more than once that everyone seemed to get old before their time there—a combination of vices and life stomping on you.

Her figure was thin, with small breasts and a flat butt. It used to be a sore spot—once, she heard this rich bitch call her the ironing board, and she kicked her head in in response. It felt good, taking this spoiled brat who cared so much about her looks and giving her a free nosejob with her fist—even now, the memory made her smile. Her temper had flared a little too much that day, a bit of envy over how good this girl looked, perhaps? Well, not again, not now.

Selena used to wear cheap clothes, jeans and baggy T-shirts to cover herself up, but she realised that she could own her looks, and she wouldn’t let those snobs beat her down. Now, she dressed like one of them, and she knew they hated it—it pleased her.

She was marching around the rich neighbourhood, but everything seemed quieter than usual. The heiresses and snobs were normally out, walking and chatting, but today, they had all clustered quietly in groups. They had their phones in hand, but it was different—there was a different energy, a different vibe.

She was intrigued—she crawled closer, and peered over one of their shoulders.

It was a video by that old Luscious woman, the one who leaked her own daughter’s sex tape. Selena listened, and was stunned by what she heard.

“Hello, Luscious fans—it’s Laura here, and I’ve got some big big news for you. Our family is going to be growing, very soon indeed. No, not a baby, although I hope that one of the girls might make me a grandmother soon. For the moment, however, I’ve something just as exciting to announce—a competition. Everybody wants to be a Luscious, and today, one of you will have the chance to join our family.”

The girls squealed with excitement. Selena looked at them, feeling a combination of pity and disgust for them. They’d been brainwashed by that stupid family, like so many others.

“If you win, you’ll live a life of luxury. You’ll be a Luscious until you die, and you’ll live a life of wonders beyond your wildest dreams until then. You’ll be one of my girls, treated like my own flesh and blood. And, if you’re one of my girls, that also means you’ll have three incredible sisters at your back.”

Selena heard the familiar, vacant voices of the three Luscious sisters.

“We’re looking for a new sister,” Lily was chirpy.

“I always wanted a little sister,” said Lacey.

“Won’t it be fun to be a Luscious girl?” asked Lexi. “Please, make sure to join us!”

“But how do you enter this competition?” asked Laura. “It’s nice and simple—just post a video online, telling us why you want to be part of our family—be the most lush you can be, and you’re in with a chance. No shrimps here, everyone—just lots of Luscious love.”

Then, the voices of the three girls again, speaking in unison like the blank robots Selena thought they were: “Stay Luscious!”

The message was over, and it seemed like every girl in the area was hit by some kind of hysteria. Where that had been calm, there was now nothing but people talking about the Luscious family, listing a load of claims to fame that Selena thought were nothing to be proud of. They were thrilled by the words that Laura had spoken, and Selena didn’t get it—how could these people want to be one of those awful women?

It was too much, Selena thought—she hated all of these women, but she was feeling a particular kind of hatred at the moment. It was bubbling and bubbling as the activity went on around her, until she finally snapped.

“What the fuck is wrong with you all?”

A group of women turned to look at her.

“Are you all fucking stupid or something? Why do you want to be one of those braindead plastic fuckers, sleeping around and contributing absolutely nothing to the world? Don’t you have any self-respect at all? Do you think so little of yourselves that you want to become part of that fucking machine?”

And on she went, ranting and raving about how much she hated the Luscious family and what they represented.

Some people listened, some people didn’t.

And some people even recorded it…

It had worked better that Laura could have asked—the Luscious sisters were headline news overnight, and the family was all over social media. Twitter, Instagram, TikTok—you couldn’t log onto a platform without seeing the Luscious girls.

There were so many girls out there, already sharing their audition tapes and pitches as to why they should join her family. Laura was thrilled by the attention the media and social media had afforded this competition, and the girls were happy with the attention it had offered them—they had tons of interviews lined up, talking about themselves and the kind of person they wanted to be their new sister.

Finding an attractive, nice girl to become a Luscious sister should have been easy, Laura thought, as she watched an identikit video by ‘the next big influencer’.

So why, she wondered, was her attention focused on a different video entirely?

Laura watched it again—‘White trash girl SHREDS the Luscious sisters’—and her response kept bouncing about. She was unhappy to watch some poor upstart belittle her family, and belittle her girls, like they were losers who’d done nothing with their lives—she didn’t know what she was talking about.

Then, she was thrilled—she scrolled down to the comments, and found that the legions of Luscious fans had leapt to her daughters’ defence. Whatever this poor girl thought, it clearly wasn’t a popular view, and social media wasn’t shy about it.

But, most of all, she was feeling devious. Because, after she’d watched it for the first time, an idea had struck her, and it was proving impossible to shake off.

So many girls wanted to be a Luscious sister, and why would they not?

But picking one of them would surely be a bit cliche, right? And Laura Luscious was nothing if not cliche—she defined the forms, she didn’t follow them.

It was the right call, she thought, and it was going to be must-watch TV.

Making a Luscious sister out of someone who despised them.

For a woman with Laura Luscious’ connections, it was no trouble at all to track down Selena Crawford. Laura learned all about her background, and when she saw where the girl was from, she understood all the anger, all the venom about her girls.

It was jealousy, nothing more—she was lashing out because life had dealt her a bad hand.

Her luck was about to change, Laura thought.

For the older woman, what she was doing was right. More than that, it was a mercy for a girl like that. What was Laura Luscious, if not a kind heart?

Her phone pinged with a message: We’ve got her.

She smiled.

Sure, this would make the family a fortune once again, but more than that—it was going to be fun.

Selena’s head was pounding as she came to, and she squeezed her ears furiously in an attempt to force the pain out. She went to rub them, only to find that she couldn’t move her arms. She gradually realised that she was tied to a chair, her arms and legs both secured, and she was happy only that the effects of whatever they used to knock her out were wearing off.

It was all so sudden—she was just out walking, and before she knew it, two figures in black were pulling her into a van and she was out.

What was going to happen to her, she wondered? Was she going to be killed—or worse?

Her panic only increased with each moment, each unfamiliar sound.

And then, it all became surreal.

Because who walked in but Laura Luscious, wearing a powersuit that probably cost more than Selena’s house and giant shades.

Fuck surreal, it was ludicrous.

“What the fuck?”

“That’s not very ladylike, is it?” Laura smiled at her. “And certainly not very luscious.”

Selena couldn’t help but laugh—she didn’t know what else to do.

“I must be fucking dreaming,” she said. “What, I knocked my head and now I’m now I’m some kind of fucking nightmare, stuck here with some old bitch who thinks she’s the talk of the town.”

It was Laura’s turn to laugh: “Well, dear, that’s no way to speak to your mother, is it?”

“You’re not my mother,” Selena’s tone was acid.

Laura smirked back at her: “Maybe, maybe not. Who was your mother, dear? You do know, don’t you?”

Selena saw red, and tried to buck out of the chair to clock the posh bitch in front of her.

“Fuck you, bitch—I’m not afraid of you.”

Laura grabbed a chair, and sat opposite her.

“You don’t understand, my dear—I don’t want you to be afraid of me. No, I want you to love me, and I know you will, once you’ve joined our family.”

Selena looked disgusted, something that amused Laura.

“That’s right, dear—you’ve won the competition. We’re going to make you the next Luscious sister.”

“You can fuck right off,” Selena spat the words out. “That’s not going to fucking happen, oyu understand. I don’t want anything to do with you and your family of thick plastic sluts.”

Laura was expecting this—she wanted to be hurt by the defiance, but she somehow found it amusing.

If only this naive girl knew what was going to come.

“Oh, come now, dear, that’s no way to speak about your sisters.”

Selena went to respond, but Laura raised her finger in a silencing motion, and the poor girl was surprised that she kept quiet in response.

“Yes, I understand. I’ve seen your video, your rant against me and my girls and my family and what you think we represent. But you’re wrong, you see—you don’t understand what it’s like to be part of our family. To live life as a Luscious.

“You know, dear, I think I know where your words come from. It’s a place of jealousy, a place of anger at having had so little for so long. I can understand that, of course I can. But don’t you worry, dear—when you’re a Luscious, you won’t long for anything ever again.”

Laura looked at Selena in all earnestness, hoping that those words would help nudge the poor girl along the road and make her a little more compliant. She seemed to think about it, if only for a moment, before her face resumed its customary scowl.

“You can fuck off, bitch—I’ll never be one of you.”

Laura Luscious rose to her feet, and replaced the chair.

“I won’t claim I’m not a little disappointed by your attitude, Lena, but I’ll forgive you for now—when you understand what I’m offering, you may not be quite so dismissive. Let me give you a little time to think it over.”

“It’s Selena,” she was angry.

The posh woman only smiled in response.

Laura made a show of leaving, her power heels clicking on the floor, before they came to a halt. She turned back, a devilish grin on her face.

“Oh, before I forget, I can leave you here like this—you’ll be bored out of your mind, and I’m not cruel, not towards my girls. Let me give you a little entertainment, something that might help clear things in your mind a little.”

Selena noticed that Laura had some things in her hands—a pair of headphones, and a visor. She swore at Laura, calling her every name she could think of, and she tried to fight, but there was no way that the posh woman was going to be deterred. She won out—Selena could hear nothing and see nothing.

“If you’re going to bore me into submission, you’ll be waiting a long fucking time,” she shouted, hoping that Laura was still there.

And then the show started, sounds and noises that were there in a flash, gone before she even realised what they were but not before her mind had absorbed them. It mainly seemed to be white noise, but she could make out images of the Luscious sisters. Lexi, Lily, Lacey, hanging out with each other, wearing expensive outfits, going to events—living the Luscious life.

She just about made out a voice, concealed behind the white noise, and it was speaking to her. Whispering messages to her, implanting them in her brain.

You love the Luscious family.

You love the Luscious sisters.

You want to be a Luscious sister.

You are a Luscious sister.

Selena did all she could to block out those thoughts and ideas—she screamed out loud: “I’m not a Luscious. I don’t want to be a Luscious.”

Yet, the more she was bombarded, the less convinced she seemed to be.

She had no idea how long she’d been out, or how long she’d be tied to that chair. But she felt someone removing the visor and the headphones, waking her up in the process.

Selena looked up, and she was unhappy to see that it was Laura. She wanted to smack her, but as she bucked, she realised that her arms were still secured to the chair.

“Morning there, sleepyhead,” Laura’s tone was bouncy, something that annoyed the poor girl no end, “how are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been kidnapped by a psycho bitch,” Selena spat the words out.

“Come now, Lena,” Laura said, “you don’t mean that. That’s no way to speak to your mother, is it?”

Selena went to fire back, but something in her mind kept her in check. It was strange, she thought after the moment had passed, she’d never normally have missed a chance to have a go.

“So, what would you like to do today?” Laura asked. “Would you like to go out with your sisters?”

“I don’t have any sisters,” Selena said, less forcefully that she’d have liked.

Laura half-smiled, a little ruefulness on her lips.

“I don’t think that’s the right answer, Lena—you’ve got three incredible sisters.” With a click of her fingers, a TV was wheeled into the screen. “Here, I’ll leave you with this, see if it wakes you up a little bit, okay?”

After the posh woman left the room, the TV screen flickered to life. That familiar theme music played—it was an episode of Living with the Luscious Sisters, and Selena was forced to look forward, taking it in. She saw the title sequence, all of those familiar faces appearing. Lexi, Lily, Lacey, her sisters, having fun.

Wait a minute, what did she think there?

They weren’t her sisters, were they?

Somehow, that thought felt wrong too, but she didn’t know why.

What was happening to her?

She kept watching—it was all she could do—and she found herself getting quite into the show. It was fun, seeing those girls, having fun, living their best lives. Those girls, she thought—her sisters.

“Sisters forever,” Lacey shouted on screen, and Selena’s heart leapt a little in her chest. She was speaking to Lexi and Lily, but she was also speaking to her.

Something in her mind told her that this was wrong, she wasn’t one of these people, but she was struggling to really understand why. The more she watched, the more she thought that Luscious life actually looked… kind of great.

She’d never really given it a far go, she thought—and now she was seeing her sisters in a new light. A better, happier light.

When Laura returned, she found Selena happily watching the TV. She flicked it off, and although the poor girl just about held herself together, Laura could see that she was going to complain that she couldn’t keep it on.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Lena, watching your sisters? You see, it’s a lot of fun in our family. That’s all we are—a family, not a machine.”

Laura had just meant it as an ironic reference to Selena’s comments, but it awakened something in the back of the poor girl’s mind. For a moment, she was fully herself again: “It’s not our family. I’m not one of you.”

The rich woman frowned.

“I can’t say I’m not disappointed by your attitude, Lena, but we have ways of dealing with that.”

Laura found the headset, and moved to reapply it.

But first, she held it in front of Selena’s face, and smirked at her: “It doesn’t have to be this way, you know. I’m saving you, bringing you from a life of poverty to become a celebrity even among celebrities. How could you not want that? All you need to do is say the word, dear, and it’s yours.”

Selena’s face went red.

“I’m never going to be like you, mom—fuck off.”

It took a moment, but both women realised what Selena had just said. Selena’s eyes went wide with panic at how easily that word had slipped out—she’d said it without even realising.

For Laura, it was fantastic, and she smiled with pleasure.

“You know dear, you can’t reprogram someone to be someone they don’t want to be, deep inside. If this really wasn’t for you, it wouldn’t change you. But it sounds like Luscious life might have a bit of a pull, doesn’t it?”

Selena was stunned, and didn’t respond. She barely even fought as Laura replaced the headset and the visor, pumping more and more of that stuff into her brain.

She could resist it, couldn’t she?

Laura wasn’t right about this, was she?

Did she actually want this?

You’re a Luscious.

No, Selena told herself, barely convinced.

You want to be a Luscious.

She was proud of who she was—she worked for everything she had. She wasn’t a freeloader, a moron like—

Luscious.

Luscious.

Luscious.

She shook her head, trying to shake those thoughts from her mind, but it became harder and harder with each passing moment.

Life is great when you’re a Luscious sister.

Maybe it is, Selena thought.

You want to be a Luscious sister.

Maybe I do…

The cycle continued for the next few days, although Selena had no idea how much had passed while she was trapped. Laura fed and watered her while she was in a state of suggestion, and kept checking in on the poor girl’s progress. She’d put up a fight to begin with, but the rich woman had her to a tee—the moment she found the button to press, Selena’s tough exterior cracked, giving space for Laura’s suggestions to creep in.

But, after about a week of reprogramming, Selena woke up and rubbed her eyes to wipe away the sleep.

Wait, my arms are free, she wondered?

And she was in a bed—a nice bed, a very fancy bed in a very fancy room. It was confusing, yes, but also really comfortable—she could get used to this.

It felt like any time had passed, but it must have done, right? Unless it was all just a strange dream…

“Where am I?” she said out loud.

Moments later, the bedroom doors flew open, and three familiar faces practically ran into the room—Lexi, Lily and Lacey Luscious. It was strange, but Selena was thrilled to see them. Somehow, having them here made things feel right.

They were there in matching outfits—a pair of latex leggings and a matching bralette top, the colours the only difference—Lexi was in black, Lily in a dark green and Lacey in brown. The oldest and youngest sisters wore pumps, while Lily had opted for knee-high boots.

“Good morning Lena,” Lacey was bubbling with excitement, “you were sleeping forever.”

It was strange: “But… what… what are you doing here?”

Lexi replied: “We’re your sisters, Lena—where else would we be?”

Without even knowing, her mind had a choice to make—and it decided that Lexi was correct.

And with that, everything fell into place, cementing the Luscious life for Lena. Those memories of a poor life, they were just part of some weird dream—this was her life, of course it was. She was one of the Luscious sisters.

“Okay, Lena,” Lily laid a bag on the bed and opened it for her new sister, “you can’t stay in bed all day. We’ve got places to go, people to see, clothes to buy!”

Lena looked inside and smiled. They had a matching outfit for her, except hers was in a dark-blue shade. Well, why wouldn’t they have one—she was their sister, after all.

Lena got out of bed and, after a quick wash, returned to her sisters to get dressed. It was incredible, she thought—her sisters were thrilled with every item, Lacey clapping her hands and shrieking in delight.

“You look amazing,” she chriped, “absolutely incredible.”

Did she, Lena wondered. She caught the sight of her reflection in the room mirror, and realised, for what felt like the first time in her life, that she did.

Lily took over the makeup duties—and, of course, with her artistic flair, she made Lena look fabulous.

But Lena wasn’t fully happy, and it showed.

“What’s the matter, Lena?” Lexi asked. “Don’t you like your outfit or your makeup?”

“No, it’s not that,” the new Luscious sister said. “It’s great, but… look at my hair. It’s brown—that’s not very Luscious, is it? And my body—I just feel so different from you all, and I don’t like it.”

The girls came together and gave Lena a big hug—somehow, their sisterly warmth made everything feel better already.

And, when the embrace was over, everyone looked to Lexi.

“You don’t have to worry about any of that, Lena. Mom’s given us all the money we want, and she gave us one instruction—don’t come home until Lena feels truly Luscious.”

Lacey squealed in excitement.

Laura was delighted—the first episode of the new series of Living with the Luscious Sisters had received record ratings, surpassing even the premiere. The public had tuned in to see Lena’s transformation, and they’d been gripped—everywhere you looked on social media, people were talking about her. Some loved her, some hated her—loads of men wanted to fuck her, and loads of women wanted to be her.

The Luscious family were back on top.

Laura had called a family meeting, and all four of the girls were there—all four of her girls.

Lexi, Lily and Lacey were familiar sights on that sofa, but Laura was thrilled to see how naturally Lena had blended in. She had reclined on the sofa, wearing tight yoga pants worth more than her old house and a crop top with an emphasis on the crop.

Still, with the modifications she’d had, why wouldn’t she flaunt them? When Selena first came to the Luscious mansion, she was beautiful but largely shapeless—well, the family had dealt with that and then some. Lena had been to the doctors with Lexi to get a massive butt implant, while Lily had taken her for a giant boob job. Lacey, meanwhile, had helped her with a little Botox, a little tan and a more than steady supply of lip fillers. Her brunette hair had been dyed icy blonde—she was now, physically and mentally, completely one of the family.

The cameras had documented every step of the way (well, after Lena woke up in that bed, at least), and people were watching it. No-one believed you could just make a Luscious sister, not really—but Lena was proof.

“Girls, you’ve done me proud,” Laura clapped her hands together in delight, “everyone’s talking Luscious, and I couldn’t be happier.”

Lily was on her phone, scrolling through social media and reading out some of the messages.

“Loads of people think you look better now, Lena—they say you’re a natural Luscious. And there’s lots about us, too. Oh my god, everyone, there’s a piece in Vanity Fair about our sisterly bond.”

“Sisters forever,” Lacey shouted with a big grin.

Lexi put down her phone. Lena was sitting next to her—she placed her hand on her sister’s, and smiled at her.

“Lena,” Lexi said, “you’re a star. This is the height of Luscious stardom—doesn’t it feel amazing?”

“It does, Lexi—it really does.”

“And not only that,” Laura said. “Thanks to Lena, you’re all stars again—the world loves the Luscious sisters. Not that I ever thought otherwise, girls—to me, all four of you are stars and you always will be.”

There were smiles around the room, before Lacey leapt excitedly to her feet: “Group hug!”

The Luscious family followed Lacey’s cue, and it was Lena’s turn to shout out.

“Forever Luscious!”