The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“It’s the quiet ones you need to watch.” Fred grinned over his plate of breadsticks at Onvipa “Oni” Dasna, Deb’s friend and center fielder for the Ponytail Express. Deb hoped that appetites would lessen the tension. It had been a few months since she tried to set Oni up on date with Fred, with less than stellar results. Oni had managed to ignore Fred so far, but her annoyance began to creep through.

She set up the meet to see Fred’s ability firsthand. Liberal ground rules had been set in preparation; Fred needed to order Oni to do something drastic. With Deb guarding against things spiraling out of control, it would be Fred’s job to convince Oni to give him a blowjob under the table. Both were sympatico in the belief Oni would never do something so depraved; suck her bf’s boyfriend that she didn’t think highly of in a public place in front of same bf. Deb thought it was a ridiculous situation that would only happen in a bad porno, and despite Fred’s newfound influence, Deb was confident Fred was ice-skating uphill.

Deb picked an off-campus restaurant with next to no traffic, due to its lack of both Wi-Fi and cellphone signals. Given the possible outcomes to this, privacy was priority. With the meal bought and paid for, Deb’s own goal was to get both of her closest friends to bond over the upcoming softball season.

“How’s the vegan cobb salad, Oni?” Deb asked.

“Not bad. Didn’t even know this place existed.” Oni’s long dark hair hung loosely, cascading down her chest, and she tossed it to the side with an air of nonchalance. Her bangs revealed dark, piercing eyes that currently scrutinized poor Freddy. Oni was as protective of Deb as she was of her. They had been close since Oni transferred during their junior year in high school.

“So, Fred, thanks for paying for the food.” Oni managed civility, her voice was pleasant. Fred nodded and was about to say something before Oni continued.

“I hear you’re the official scorekeeper for the Ponytail Express. So cool. Did you volunteer for it?”

Deb found Freddy’s good-natured awkwardness endearing. As she and Freddy sat across from Oni it became clear she did not share that point of view.

“I’m as surprised as you are. I resisted at first, but you know Deb. She can be very convincing.” Deb ate with her right hand while her left hand was under the table sitting on Fred’s lap. She squeezed him affectionately.

Oni’s nude pink nail polish matched her lipstick as she brought her pinky up to her mouth. She smiled beatifically. “So did you two play ‘Itchy buttocks’ last night?” Deb appreciated Oni’s no-nonsense severity when it came to giving people a hard time. Trading barbs was one of their favorite past times.

Deb felt herself blush against her will. She looked over at Fred who was in “Play it Cool” mode, but in danger of wilting under Oni’s sharp gaze. It was cute, the way his mouth curled up and the crease in his right eye.

“Actually, Fred managed to get me the one thing I’ve been looking for.”

“A purple clit vibrator?” Oni was in rare form.

“Since you stole mine? Slap your own ass, Oni. Freddy found Mia Ryan.”

“Get the fuck outta here.” Oni gasped incredulously. “Now all you have to do is recruit her!” Her penetrating gaze found Fred. “What I wanna know is how Fred here found the time between studying for finals and stalking your pretty ass to find our recruit.”

“Well,” Fred responded, “I just went to the local police station, and I asked.”

“You asked?” Amazement was evident in Oni’s silvery voice.

“Politely.” Fred emphasized.

“You should try it some time.” Deb threw a little pepper Oni’s way, following it with a smile.

Oni blushed as her tongue moved across her upper lip. Was Fred’s ability taking effect?

“When you asked politely Fred, was it a man or a woman?” She began twirling her long dark hair with her fingers absently.

Fred answered quietly. “Woman.”

“Did they know anything about your history of stalking beautiful women?”

“Subject never came up.” Deb looked at Fred, clearly intimidated by Oni.

“Did you show her your dick?” Oni’s normally smooth voice dropped an octave lower. Her eyes were slightly dilated. Deb could tell she was squirming.

“Can’t say that I did, Oni.”

“Did you show D your dick last night?”

“Freddy has game.” Deb interjected, but she could tell Oni wasn’t listening to her. The temperature at the table began to rise. Was this really happening?

Oni’s high cheekbones were flush with arousal now. Her silvery voice notched an octave lower but still managed to hit an accusatory note. “I wanna know how you managed to get D to suddenly crush on you. How’d you do it, Fred?”

“Dirty limericks, mixed with mellow jazz.” Fred managed a terse grin as he dipped a breadstick in red sauce. His voice sounded more confident now. Hand on his leg, Deb could feel him trembling. He was a bundle of nerves.

Oni looked at Fred intently. “Size matters, Fred! If you’re not hung like a horse, then how are you hung? What kind of engine is under the hood?”

Fred leaned in conspiratorially. “Would you like to find out, Oni.” There was an authority to his tone that made Deb’s insides twitch with arousal. Oni’s black saucer eyes were glassy pools of lust as she licked her lips.

“Show me, Fred.” Oni sounded nonchalant, but her face told a different story.

The booth offered enough privacy so if he wanted to, Freddy could have stood and showed her. Instead, he grinned at Oni. Deb looked on in disbelief.

“You should come over here and see for yourself, Oni.”

Fred put a hand on Deb’s leg and squeezed, sending little waves of current from her bare thigh to her core. Deb intertwined her fingers with his she watched her friend slide over and duck under the table. From her vantage point, Deb had a clear view of Freddy’s crotch, and watched as Oni undid his jeans at a casual pace. Deb could see her expression of both curiosity and lust as she extricated Freddy’s cock, a secret laid bare just for them. Like a Christmas present. Deb shivered as Freddy hardened in her friend’s strong hands. She was envious of her friend getting to sample her boyfriend’s dick before she could. Why wasn’t she jealous? Why wasn’t she stopping this? Deb glanced at Freddy; his lustfilled gaze a question to her; should I continue? Her cheeks flared with desire, she shot him a nod of assent. It was exactly like Freddy had said. He was some sort of sex god.

Deb’s hand followed Fred’s as he slid between her own thighs, seeking her now wet pussy. She moved her underwear to accommodate Freddy’s hand. Her other hand went over her mouth as she tried in vain to stifle her groans, slurping her pinky as she began to watch her best friend blow his boyfriend.

“It’s ok. I like bigger dicks.” Oni was under Fred’s spell, palming his dick while her thumb stroked his glans. A line of drool rolled down the corner of her mouth. She shimmied his pants open until she had access to his scrotum.

Freddy’s voice was quiet passion. “Oh, it’ll get bigger.” Deb moaned into her hand. This was really happening, and she wasn’t doing anything to stop it.

Her hips undulated to the rhythm of his fingers, but he was still a novice. Deb resolved to work on that, letting go of her panties to make sure her boyfriend found her clit. Oni’s tongue started at his scrotum, travelling the underside of his shaft until she took Fred into her lovely mouth, running her tongue over his glans while massaging his balls with experienced fingers. Time was filled by a series of pleasure-induced grunts and cries, punctuated by Oni’s head hitting the underside of the table as she bobbed up and down on Fred’s erection.

Deb thrilled to it all; Fred’s breath on her collarbone, the squelching of her own sex as she and Freddy tag teamed her molten core. Oni’s assault on Freddy’s love stick, saliva dripping from her chin, little erotic grunts of effort seeking delicious reward. Deb’s insides writhed; her eyes squeezed shut in needful bliss. She bit into Freddy’s shoulder to keep from crying out. Fred’s tongue grazed her ear, his breath hot. Oni’s animalistic moans floated from under the table as she worked her boyfriend’s meat.

“Please give me permission.” Fred whispered roughly.

She pried her lips from Freddy’s shoulder. “Ahhhhhhh for wha-aaat.”

“To come…to come in Oni’s mouth.”

Deb wanted to say no but she felt Oni’s hand on her upper thigh. She willed her eyes to focus on her friend as she milked Freddy’s shaft. frantically tonguing his glans. She’d been reduced to a cock-craving slut. Need overrode guilt as Deb gushed into both Freddy’s and her hand, followed on the heels of that she saw ropes of semen coat her friend’s eager mouth. Freddy convulsed with each splash of cum that shot into Oni’s throat as she continued to jack him off, swallowing greedily. Deb couldn’t tear herself away from the salacious act. Oni caught Deb looking and as her sensuous lips cradled her boyfriend’s glans as her tongue coaxed the remaining cum into her eager, mouth, she grinned seductively.

“I hope you’re not upset Deb.” She swallowed. “Let me make it up to you by stuffing your pussy with this. You know you want it.” Deb felt her friend’s palm snake up the inside of her thigh to join both hers and Freddy’s.

“Freddy.” Deb croaked. Fred was still coming down from what must have been an intense orgasm and mumbled something that sounded like “What?” Deb intercepted Oni’s questing hand with her own. Their hands wrestled. Oni was playful; Deb was urgent. Her hand glistened with her own juices.

“Oni, no.” Deb gasped. “Freddy!” Things were heading to a place she really didn’t want them to go. Oni switched tactics and was now trying to lick Deb’s cum off her hand.

“Oni, I order you to stop.” Fred finally found his voice, freezing Oni completely.

“Go back to your seat.” She did.

Deb began quickly recovering herself, breathing deeply to calm down.

“Oni, I order you to take orders from Deb.”

Deb looked at Fred. He’d put his pants back on and looked both breathless and miserable.

“I should’ve done that in the first place.” He mumbled.

Deb fought back the urge to laugh ruefully. Negativity would not help here.

“Freddy, we need to make sure Oni’s all right. I’ll take her to the bathroom, and we’ll clean up. When we come back out, we’ll take her out of the…spell she’s under, zap her memory, then finish with the day.”

Fred nodded agreement, clearly upset with himself as he recovered from his orgasm. The best idea was to pull back, take stock, then compare notes with clear minds. As she ordered her best friend to clean herself, she unsuccessfully fought back tears of guilt. She quickly got ahold of herself, making sure they were both presentable for the rest of the school day. Before she left, she decided to order Oni to focus more on her studies and less on dating.

Once back out in the restaurant they brough Oni back through an induced countdown. Deb added the order that Oni not think too much about the missing 20 minutes. They discussed Mia Ryan, and they were looking forward to recruiting her for the team.

Freddy had arrived separately; Deb had ridden over with Oni, and they would go back the same way.

“Freddy, make sure to text me this evening so we can go over our notes.” Fred nodded, still beating himself up over the situation. She texted him one line—“Don’t do anything rash.”

As the rest of Tuesday drew on, Deborah mulled over the new reality. She was romantically involved with a guy who could make women do whatever he wanted. It wasn’t just sex; she wondered how far the influence went. Could he order someone to kill themselves? Or kill someone else? As she saw it, Freddy was in a race to control his ability to the point where he could defend himself successfully from those would eventually seek to control him. Deb suddenly realized in that scenario Freddy would vanish and if she was lucky, she would be killed.

For Deborah Stallings, it was Game on.

7:03pm

Fred sat in his truck. It had been a long day. From his vantage point in the parking lot he could see lights on in Deb’s room. He had a lot to mull over.

F:

Say Deb

D:

Heya Freddy

F:

Sorry about today. Really really sorry

D:

Shit Freddy we went WAY over the line

F:

Agreed

D:

WAY over

F:

You have every right to be mad I’m turning into a degenerate

D:

Know how I know you’re not?

F:

Preach it

D:

Degens don’t have a conscience—you do Freddy

F:

Sweet of u to say

D:

Freddy I’m not mad at you

F:

You should be

D:

I’m angry at myself more what we did today was wrong. I should’ve stopped it but didn’t

F:

It was on me. You were sen-fucking-sational today

D:

don’t make me cry Freddy It was wrong but also nice. It was on both of us

F:

it was nice?

D:

here’s a fun fact I’ll share with only you. Know how many orgasms I had before Sunday?

F:

I dunno

D:

One. Know how many I’ve had since Sunday?

F:

More than that?

D:

Fucking 6 Freddy

F:

Holy shit that’s good though right

D:

Oh it’s good.

F:

You had an orgasm on Sunday? When was that

D:

lol goofball! Come over

F:

I don’t think I should tonight.

D:

Don’t be a wuss, Freddy. Bring a change of clothes and a toothbrush. And a comb.

F:

Copy that. BTW WTF does itchy buttocks mean

D:

Lol see you soon

Fred pulled out of the parking lot, relieved beyond belief. He had to go back and get his things.

Deb met him at the door in a fierce hug. She smelled so good.

“Deb, if my pillow smelled like you, I’d never get out of bed.”

Deb looked up at him with a hint of a confused smile. “Did you practice that on the way over?”

“Yeah. Did it sound good?”

Deb pulled out of the hug, letting him further inside. “Still needs work but not bad form.”

Fred has his backpack jammed with all the things. He arranged his hygiene items in the bathroom and came into Deb’s boudoir. Her hair was drawn back in a ponytail; a pair of black loose-fitting sweats and a light gray cotton V-neck clung to her body invitingly. She moved through her room with an easy grace. There was an intensity to her that made Fred slightly uneasy.

“So I take it we’re not going out.” Fred wanted to keep things as playful as possible. He was trying his best not to be awkward.

“No, we have some ground to cover, and I’d prefer we do it in private. Grab a water and get comfortable. Put on your PJs if you want before I begin.”

Minutes later Fred had a water and his own PJs; old maroon shorts and a gray t-shirt from high school. Deb took one of her cleansing breaths, pacing back and forth. Fred sat in Deb’s chair.

“The test today revealed you have the ability to enslave women, maybe guys too, through the fragrance you emit. We need to call it something; my vote is ‘The Adonis Effect.’ Specifically, this effect breaks down the will, but builds on the libido. It appears to even override sexual orientation. I already know the answer to this but are you attracted to other men?”

Fred considered it for a few seconds. “Maybe Jason Statham for a hot second, but when I tried to get in touch with my feminine side, I discovered it was a lesbian.” He tried to deadpan it. Deb was on a roll and ignored the remark.

“Given all the variables so far, step one is protecting yourself.” Deb continued. “You’ve got to come strong out of the gate and get yourself a crack team of security experts. If they can be guys, so much the better, but so far, I’m thinking primarily women.”

Fred was sheepish about co-opting anyone against their will. He shook his head. “That won’t work for me, Deb. I don’t want to use anyone…”

“Fred, has it not occurred to you yet? If you elect not to, you’ll eventually be found out by some shady government organization. These types of folks that will make people vanish. Or worse, keep them around as test subjects.”

Fuck, she was right.

“Okay. I need to build a stable of tough bitches.”

“I made a list of things I want you to do, Freddy. We need to start by getting you to meditate. It will help you concentrate better. Use your ability as much as you can. I can tell you’re hesitant Freddy. That’s because you’ve spent your whole life laying low, falling back, never taking the lead.”

“This whole thing is going to come down to finding a way to control this thing before it corrupts us. It’s winning right now; we’re barely hanging on here. You can’t let this thing run roughshod over us. We nearly had a three-way in a crappy restaurant, Freddy.”

“I see you’ve given this a lot of thought.” Fred spoke. Deb flinched in surprise.

“And you haven’t? Freddy, get a grip on this thing. Either it’s going to beat you, or you’re going to beat it. For what it’s worth, my money’s on you.”

Fred grinned. “What if I wake up tomorrow and I don’t have the scent anymore?”

“That’s easy. You nail your finals to the wall and go about your business.”

“And us?”

“Oh, we’re on. There’s a few more items we need to go over, though.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“Karin Berry is the current Mayor of Cantella Forks. She’s 55 years old, married with three children, the youngest of which graduated from this very university last year.”

“Matilda Berry.” Fred said.

“Yeah, she got a job as a nurse right out of college. Guess where she works?”

“NireCue. So did you want me to use my scorekeeper scent on both of them?”

“Yes, you should at least try on Karin. She used to be in the state legislature, and she knows a lot of folks. And they both look healthy. I think your smell affects healthier women more. I have a hunch it’s a sort of evolutionary thing.”

“You mean we. I’m not doing this without you, Deb.” Fred was rewarded by an arched eyebrow.

“Scorekeeper Scent?” Deb snorted. “Not nearly as good as Adonis Effect.”

“Maybe, but we can term it ‘SCSC’. Sounds neat off the tongue.” Countered Fred.

“’TAE’ sounds good too. The Adonis Effect.” Deb grinned.

“Scorekeeper Scent. It’s topical.”

Deb grudgingly gave the round to Fred.

“Oh, one other thing.” Deb added. “Since you haven’t been thinking very clearly lately,” clearing her throat for emphasis, “We should hold off on the Berry’s until you’ve got better control of your ability. It so happens I need six more players; your assignment is to help recruit them. The big one is going to be tomorrow night when we get Mia.”

Fred nodded. “She’s probably not going to come gently.”

Deb arched an eyebrow again. “Apparently few women do when you’re around.”

Fred advanced on his sexy girlfriend. “Nice innuendo joke. Am I rubbing off on you, Deb?”

Deb advanced on him. “Only one way to find out for sure.” Fred’s shorts suddenly became uncomfortable.

He met her lips with his own as his hands sought out her incredible curves. His tongue invaded her mouth and she sucked on it. He felt her arms around him, exploring his body. Fred palmed her lovely ass, crushing her against him as he sunk his hand into the taut flesh. Deb moaned softly into his mouth. His other hand traveled under her shirt, feeling the tightness of her belly on the way to grope a pert breast. Suddenly, she pulled away from him. He licked her minty saliva off his lips and chin.

She looked like she was waiting for something, and Fred suddenly knew.

“Terminal.” He waited.

“Cupcake.” She responded.

She pushed him hard onto the bed. She shucked her clothes quickly, crawling seductively onto her lover. She immediately sought his hard cock and begin kissing his shaft while she caressed it with her hand. She laughed as Fred maneuvered her into a sixty-nine. Her laughter turned to coos of desire as he began to eat her. Deb’s mouth closed over his dick; her tongue began working his shaft. She hummed into him as she felt Fred’s tongue on her clit.

“That’s it, Freddy. Oh Freddy!” She ground her pussy into her lover as she slurped around his cock. She was trying to focus but couldn’t.

“Terminal.” Deb moaned around his glans as she humped Fred’s face. Her eyelids fluttered. Freddy added a third finger, sawing into her while he licked her folds.

“Cupcake” He mouthed, barley coherent, his mouth full of pussy.

Deb rolled his testicles around in her mouth while her hand pumped his shaft. Between the grunts and groans calling out his name between moans. It didn’t taste as good as it did before.

“Terminal cupcake!” She groaned. As Deb began fellating her lover, she felt his tongue lapping insistently around her asshole as his fingers continued their ministrations.

“Eat my fucking ass!” Was what she was trying to say but her mouth was full of cock. Her hips bucked, then convulsed. She felt Fred’s balls tighten and was gifted with a gush of Freddy’s cock juice. She gulped it down like a smoothy.

They maneuvered into a clumsy kiss, still reeling from their orgasms. Fred pulled away, a delicious concoction of both spittle and cum on his lips. He gazed into Deb’s lust-filled eyes. He had one hand on the back of her neck, the other on his wet, still-hard cock. He was rubbing it against her vulva, sending waves of pleasure rippling across her body.

“You know what I’m going to do now Deb?”

They were eye to eye. He on top, erection slick with her juices as he flicked his glans over her glistening folds. Deb lay below, still awash from her orgasm, legs spread invitingly, hips slightly raised in anticipation. Deb and Fred were locked eye to eye, glistening with sweat.

Before Fred could react, she grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him into her, balls deep. Her back arched, breasts stretched across her chest, her right leg quivered.

“mmmm, soooo fucking goooood.” She whimpered.

Fred stifled a yell with clenched teeth as he sank into her frothy depths. When he pulled out, he could feel her vaginal walls try to suck him back in. He’d never felt the sensation before and never wanted it to end. He trip hammered into her again and again.

“Fffreddy say the fucking thing” Deb garbled as she fucked herself into Freddy with abandon. He drove into her twice more as their hips kissed with an audible slap. Her breasts shook with each thrust. Fred couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears, but it was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.

“Terminal.” Slap. “Cupcake.” Slap! Freddy kept repeating the phrase. His release was approaching like a freight train. He tried to focus on Deb’s tattoo, noting how it contrasted with her skin, her quivering breasts almost made it look like the flowers were blowing in the wind. He hammered into her again, and she called out his name. He lowered himself down, kissing her earlobe while making a series of quick, circular thrusts as he deep dicked her. Deb’s eyes had been squeezed shut, but they widened rapturously while she hissed his name again. One of her hands still worshiped his backside the other locked on his forearm. Her legs wrapped deliciously around his back, encouraging him to thrust harder. Fred somehow managed coherence, his teeth holding Deb’s earlobe hostage as he drove his cock deep into her sopping furrow.

“I’m yours.” Sweat dripped off his face, stinging his eyes.

“Yeah?” She nodded. Her hips insisted Fred increase the pace. He was more than happy to oblige.

“Mine.” Deb repeated the word like a mantra with each thrust. Finally, Fred came hard into her. His head and chest raised up, his mouth agape as his cock pulsed its molten load into her core. Deb’s strong legs held Fred in place, hips raised off the bed, glutes clenched as she milked her man. She rolled her abdomen as she felt his seed filling her. Deb quaked as another orgasm washed over her. Fred whimpered, holding on to the small of her back like a man in a hurricane. The other had a handful of her supple breast, his thumb teasing her nipple.

Fred listed to the side onto the bed, spent. Deb crawled on top of him, a magnificent sweaty vision of lust. What little mascara she had ran in narrow rivulets off her delicate cheekbones. She grinned like a Cheshire cat over Fred, who was trying to catch his breath. She took his hands in hers, pressing them against her breasts.

“Let’s shoot for 10, stud.”