The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Hey, Courtney,” a voice called from down the hall.

The tall, blonde cheerleader looked in its direction. She shifted away from her open locker to do so, turning from her recently stashed pom-poms.

“Oh, hey, Becca,” Courtney said, turning towards her shorter, brunette friend, whose pacing was slowing to a stop in front of her.

“Really good practice today,” Becca said.

“Thanks,” was Courtney’s reply. “You too— that flip you did off the pyramid was insane.”

Becca flushed at the praise. “Stop,” she said, but there was a hint of a laugh in her voice. “You pulled off that triple somersault perfectly, this time— you’ve missed it a few times at other practices, so to see you nail it was really impressive.”

Courtney gave a half-shrug, as she closed her locker. “I’ve been practicing.”

That was an understatement. She’d been practicing so hard some nights that she’d barely been able to stand back up after. It was all about keeping from getting disoriented, turning your body through the somersaults quickly enough. And then you had to make the third one perfect, so it brought you to your feet in one fluid motion— and most importantly, you had to maintain a perfect trajectory throughout. After lots of practice, Courtney could do it. But it had been hard work.

Three somersaults in a row was hard to pull off, especially for her. She’d always been taller than the rest of the girls in her class, and tucking long legs in tight enough to make a perfect somersault, let alone three in a row, was no easy task. It didn’t help either that her breasts were a touch on the larger side too. It made it just that much more uncomfortable when she had to tuck her knees in.

Courtney’s body type was such that she belonged close to the ground during pyramid formations. She made a good part of the pyramid base, or an impressive somersaulter: seeing her long, elegant body fold in, roll so quickly, and then unfold again was striking, she knew. But she wasn’t the kind who could do flips off of pyramid tops like Becca could.

Her friend was petite enough that it was a breeze for the other girls to lift her right to the top, and she had a steady internal sense of balance, so when she got up there she could keep her stance. And because of her compactness, her weight was easy for the other girls to support once she was standing at the top.

But aside from that, Becca was just better suited to flips and aerial stunts. Maybe her smaller size was the reason. But there was a lightness about her that, when she was airborne, made you almost believe she was flying for those few seconds.

“So are you going home now?” Becca asked.

Courtney gave her a nod. “I’m just gonna walk it today, I think. I don’t have to take my books home with me this time— thank god, I have no assignments tomorrow, and no tests either.”

“That makes two of us,” Becca said. “But I drove here today— I can give you a ride, no problem.”

“That sounds good,” Courtney said, but her attention flickered away from Becca for a second. She’d seen a blur of movement in the background, over Becca’s shoulder, and her eyes went to it.

It was that weird kid, Daniel. He was walking down the hall, but his eyes were on Becca and Courtney. Courtney met them by accident for a second, and quickly looked down.

He wasn’t just walking down the hallway— he was carrying something with him. It looked kind of like a water gun, but the chamber was more cylindrical, and there was no obvious tank on it to shoot from.

Becca had turned to follow Courtney’s gaze, and had noticed this too. “Hey, Daniel,” she called, as he approached them. “Is that for the science fair?”

Courtney couldn’t help but snicker at that.

Daniel said nothing, but raised his gun-thing to aim it at Becca’s forehead. He was still walking, but maintained steady aim.

The smile slipped from Courtney’s face. She couldn’t be sure, because she wasn’t looking at Becca, but it seemed like she was similarly freaked out. “Hey now,” she said. “Don’t—”

She didn’t get to finish her plea, because Daniel pressed down on the trigger. A stream of blue light came out of it. Courtney watched in shock as it connected to her friend’s forehead. Becca didn’t immediately collapse to the ground as Courtney had been expecting. She stood in place for a few seconds, as if nothing had happened.

“Move to the side,” Daniel said, dispassionately.

Then, Becca stepped back. She had been in front of Courtney before, effectively acting as a human shield, but now, with Becca beside her instead, Courtney was exposed.

Which meant that Daniel could aim that thing at her.

He already had it in position. Courtney only stared in shock as Daniel pressed down on the trigger. All she could see was the blue light coming at her.

It streaked toward her, and it happened so fast. One second she was watching it come out the end of the thing, and in the next she felt it connecting to her. It struck her in the center of her forehead, but it didn’t feel like a hit. There was no force behind it. It was a cooling sensation, like chill water, and at first Courtney felt it on the surface of her forehead. But then it seemed to be moving inwards. She felt it in her skin, in her skull. And then she felt it behind her skull— it was inside her head.

It still felt cool, there. It was like a brain freeze; but less painful. Somewhere in the back of her head, part of her was trying to panic. Something had been shot into her head, and she could feel it moving around in her brain. She needed to move— needed to run— needed to get help— but all she could seem to do was stand there.

She knew she should be panicking. There was something wrong. She was trying to panic. Her mind wanted to, but she couldn’t. That cool light was circling in her head, spreading the coolness around with it, and it seemed to take all the fear out of her.

It circled a few seconds longer, but then dissipated. When it went, Courtney realized it had left a feeling behind it.

She’d never felt this feeling before. It was hard to pinpoint— but it was disorienting. She felt like she’d just done two triple somersaults in a row, and then tried to stand up again. She was unsteady on her feet, like she might faint from the dizziness, and her head was spinning. She tried to raise a hand to press against it and anchor herself, but she couldn’t move any part of her body.

She was stuck in place, with the world spinning around her, and this fuzzy feeling in her head. Static was filling her mind. But even through the noise, she realized.

She was calm.

In fact, in spite of the spinning, and the being frozen in place, her mind felt totally at peace. She didn’t care that she’d just been shot with a beam of light. It was like she’d stepped into a dream, and dream-logic had overtaken her. It was totally natural to be shot with beams of light; it happened all the time. There was nothing weird about it. And there was nothing wrong with the fact that she couldn’t move, either. She’d move if she really wanted to. But she didn’t.

The longer she paid attention to the feeling in her head, the more she decided she liked it. It felt a bit like being buzzed. It was nice— in contrast to the cooling feeling that had spread it, it was warm. It made every part of her body feel warm, in the way only the best alcohol could. It curled around and through her muscles, spreading itself through her.

The feeling only increased as she stood there, but her body and mind seemed to adjust to it, because she was able to turn her attention back out to the outside world.

Daniel was standing in front of them, and he’d lowered the gun to his side. “You want to obey me now,” he said, and the words drifted through Courtney’s mind. She felt the truth of them. “You’ll do anything I say.”

The feeling in Courtney shifted: it had been less focused before, but now, the calm in her was linked to the words Daniel had spoken. If she did as Daniel said, she would get more of the same feeling. And doing anything he said would be so easy. Almost no effort would be required at all. There was a sleepy warmth about it… she almost wished Daniel would give an order, so she could peacefully slip into doing or being anything he wanted… to feel more of the same, sleepy warmth…

“Tell me you want that,” Daniel instructed. “Tell me you’ll do anything I say.”

“We’ll do anything you say,” Courtney and Becca chorused together. Courtney could feel the presence of a dreamy smile on her face, but couldn’t see if Becca wore a matching one. It felt good to say the exact words Daniel had given her. She was curled up inside the pleasure of obedience like it was a good nap.

Daniel nodded to himself. “Follow me,” he said, and again, Courtney and Becca found themselves doing it. Courtney, at least, was still wearing a peaceful smile on her face as she did.

He led them back down the hall, and around the corner. Then a few steps further, to a closed door. He pulled a key out of his pocket. She and Becca stood silently by the door as he put it into the lock, and opened the door.

He’d taken them to the audiovisual room, Courtney noted dimly. She’d only ever seen it once or twice in passing— she certainly wasn’t a member of the AV club.

Silently, they stepped past him into the room without waiting for instruction.

He closed the door behind them, locking it again, but didn’t turn on the lights. There was a certain amount of ambient lighting from the equipment in the room, anyway. It was pretty easy to see even without them. Though the ambient lighting did amplify the hazy way Courtney was feeling. It matched. Nothing sharp, or too bright— all the edges of the room were smoothed out by dim shadows and faint illumination. It was comforting.

Daniel set the keys down on a nearby table, and looked back to Courtney and Becca. After a minute, he said, “Undress each other.”

Slowly, Courtney turned to face Becca, and Becca to face her. The movement felt like a dream, slow and drifting. And the command was by no means done with them: it held them in its grip, carrying them each through the required steps.

Becca’s hands were on the buttons of Courtney’s short sleeve cardigan, carefully undoing each one. Courtney let her— then once her sweater was off, guided Becca’s tank top up over her head and off, exposing her bra. With the same concentration as before, Becca helped Courtney out of her shirt, too.

It was almost like watching a dream version of her move through the actions, Courtney thought vaguely. That was alright with her; her mind was disconnected from the movement, but her body knew what to do. It was lovely that she could obey so well like this, while feeling so happy and at peace in her mind. It was lovely to have obedience come so naturally, when it felt so good.

The two girls continued like this for another minute, their movements fluid, until they were both standing there naked, awaiting further instruction.

While the two of them had been undressing each other, Daniel had undressed himself.

“Becca,” Daniel said. “Come here.”

Dimly, Courtney watched as Becca crossed to Daniel. She moved slowly as she went— she must have been feeling just as sleepy and dreamy as Courtney was.

When Becca came to stand in front of Daniel, he put his hands on her upper arms. “Kneel,” he told her. Slowly, Becca sank down to her knees.

“Now open your mouth,” Daniel spoke again, as one hand curled along the underside of Becca’s chin. “Close your eyes. Courtney, watch us.”

Courtney watched. Becca looked picturesque as she followed this command. Daniel’s hand came away, Becca’s mouth fell open gently, and her eyelids fluttered shut.

Daniel took a step closer, positioning himself so he was brushing his cock against Becca’s open, receptive lips. “Take me in. Suck me.”

Becca took him in immediately, in one shift, her lips closing entirely around him.

She fell into a rhythm easily, her mouth descending his length to the base of his cock, and then pulling back to wrap her lips around the tip. The pace was steady, and Becca was effectively coating him in moisture, and drooling all around him.

“Courtney,” Daniel addressed. “Get yourself nice and wet… just keep stroking until you’re dripping…”

Courtney’s hand came to rest between her legs, and as she touched her slit, she felt the beginnings of lubrication already waiting for her there. She stroked obediently, just as Daniel had told her to. It made the feeling more erotic… she was obeying… he’d told her to touch herself, and make herself wet, and she was doing it.

The haze in her mind shifted again, pleasure mixing into it. It wasn’t only sleepy warmth holding her now— it was sleepy, dreamy pleasure with every stroke of her hand. The kind you felt when you had a really sweet orgasm, just on the edge of sleep. The kind that sent you over the edge, and gave you that one last push to send you into peaceful, satiated slumber.

But this time, it didn’t have to stop. It didn’t have to fade to black, and be replaced with unconsciousness. Courtney could stay in the moment of it forever as if just grew stronger and stronger. It was perfect satisfaction, with no interruption and no end.

Courtney felt herself getting slicker against her hand.

“That’s it, Courtney…” Daniel encouraged her, and more of the pleasure flooded her at his encouragement.

He turned his attention back to Becca. “Harder,” he told her, and Becca changed her pattern to comply. She was taking him deep, and then pulling back every few seconds, now.

The sight of it gave another edge to the pleasure Courtney was stoking in herself. Becca was obeying… Courtney was watching her obey… and Courtney was obeying too.

Daniel had told her not only to touch herself, but to watch too. it was deeply pleasurable to both watch and touch as Daniel had told her… but the image itself of Becca taking Daniel in her mouth was erotic in its own right.

It was almost hypnotic, watching her going back and forth along Daniel’s length in that repetitive pattern. And the added knowledge that Becca was sucking Daniel because he’d told her to just made it all better… she and Becca were obeying in parallel. All of it together just made Courtney hotter and hotter. She was dripping onto her own hand.

Time seemed to stop in that moment. Finally, Daniel put a hand on Becca’s head. “That’s enough,” he said, stopping her.

She released him with a pop, her lips puckering forward momentarily. “It’s your turn to watch now,” Daniel said to her. “Turn, and watch me as I go to Courtney.” Becca did, as Daniel stepped around her, turning to watch him go.

“Courtney, get down on your hands and knees,” Daniel said, as he walked. Courtney’s body shifted seamlessly into the requested position, and she found herself looking at Becca, who was looking at her.

She considered the look on Becca’s face. Eyes unfocused, glazed over— wearing a dreamy smile. She looked… hypnotized, Courtney realized. She looked like a hypnotized, obedient slut, doing exactly what she’d been ordered to do. Courtney couldn’t help but wonder if everything was feeling as dimmed and dreamy to Becca as it did to her. Was Becca feeling the same kind of sleepy pleasure? Was it radiating through her the way it radiated through Courtney?

Courtney heard Daniel getting down onto his knees behind her, and she felt him brushing against her very slick folds. He was slick too, and it made the fleeting sensation even better. But he didn’t thrust in right away.

“Are you on birth control?” He asked, from behind her.

“Yes,” Courtney sighed, happy that she could give him that answer. This seemed to satisfy him, because he slid into her in one thrust. He was so slick that it felt more like he was gliding, and her lubrication made it so easy to accomodate his entrance. Courtney let out a soft moan as he came to fill her completely.

Daniel set a pace then, thrusting into her roughly enough that it shook through her body.

“Becca, come here now,” Daniel said, addressing the other girl, as he kept up his thrusts. “You’ve got a skilled mouth— give Courtney a turn under it. Get down underneath her, and put it on her clit.”

Courtney’s stomach flipped at the thought. The pleasure she’d felt before had multiplied exponentially with Daniel filling and stretching her, but having her clit stimulated too would send it even higher.

Becca crawled forward to Courtney as instructed, and then rolled onto her back. Courtney felt Becca lining up to her clit, and let out another moan as Becca’s lips closed around it.

“Now, suck her good and hard, and flick your tongue over her, like you were doing to me,” Daniel said, his thrusts slowing down to adjust.

Courtney let out a yelp as Becca did just that. She sucked Courtney’s clit it in firmly, and then swirled her tongue around it. At the same time, Daniel rolled a thrust into Courtney, and the combination was overwhelming. Enveloping wetness and warmth—and firm pressure brushing her inner walls— together, it was just too much. Just too good.

“Keep that up,” Daniel said, thrusting into Courtney again. “Courtney—” he added, his voice strained this time. “Keep your hips level with me, but tilt your upper body down until your mouth is between Courtney’s legs. You’re going to repay her for all that nice licking she’s been giving you.”

Courtney swallowed. All this pleasure was making her shaky, making her feel unstable. But she managed to ease herself down, while keeping her hips square with Daniel’s.

It was Becca’s turn to gasp, when Courtney swirled around her clit. She felt Becca’s own tongue stutter against her pussy, losing rhythm for just a second as Courtney’s licking started.

Soon the three of them had fallen into a rhythm again; Daniel, pushing himself deep into Courtney’s cunt, Courtney, licking and sucking around Becca’s clit, and Becca, licking and sucking hers.

The pleasure was almost unbelievable. Courtney was already fluttering around Daniel’s cock, and she could lubrication streaking out of her. Becca was lubricating under her tongue, too.

Daniel spoke again. “Can you support yourself, and get one hand into her?”

Courtney’s response came out in a thin voice. “I think— yeah— yes—”

Courtney got one of her hands around to Becca’s entrance. She teased carefully at it, but Becca was more than welcoming. Courtney’s fingers slid in with no resistance, first one finger, then a second… then a third. Becca seemed to appreciate the stretch, because she moaned into Courtney’s pussy, and Courtney could feel the warmth of her breath there, for that moment in which she’d stopped licking.

Daniel had come almost completely to a stop as Courtney had readjusted himself, but he picked up his pace again. “Keep your hand in her, and both of you go back to licking.”

Courtney did, but Daniel’s thrusts were rougher now. He was fucking her so hard that the vibrations of it were shaking through Courtney and into Becca. Where Courtney’s lips and tongue rested against her, they shook. Where Courtney’s hand rested against her, it shook. The movements of Courtney’s arm became erratic, and her tongue kept slipping off its trajectory with each thrust.

But somehow, Becca seemed to appreciate the irregular stimulation even more than the steady touches she’d been getting before. She squirmed under it, and moaned into Courtney.

Becca’s tongue was similarly sporadic against Courtney’s own clit, and Courtney felt she could agree with Becca’s response. The unpredictability of when a touch would land and when it would slip and miss made the touches that did connect that much hotter.

“When I say, ‘cum,’ you’re both going to have the orgasm of your lives,” Daniel said, and Courtney felt his thrusts become jerkier for a second— then she could feel his balls tensing against her, and then— “Cum.”

He had told her to do it, and Courtney had no choice but to obey. But it was so easy to obey— as easy as it had been all along. There was so much pleasure already inside her, so much of it that had already been growing and rising higher, and at Daniel’s final command it reached its culmination.

The stimulation overwhelmed her, and she moaned down into Becca, and Becca moaned up into her. She spasmed against Becca’s tongue, and she was spasming and gripping hard around Daniel’s cock. Her cunt had gotten so tight that the stretch he was giving her now only spiked her pleasure higher.

At the same time, Courtney felt Becca spasming around her fingers, shaking against her tongue, and it was in that moment she felt Daniel painting her full of his cum, bathing her inner walls.

They all rode the pleasure down together, until at last Daniel pulled back out of Courtney, and Courtney and Becca collapsed to the floor, spent.

“Dress yourselves again,” Daniel said, and slowly, Courtney and Becca rose up and did. Daniel was already mostly dressed. “You’ll wait in here until the effects wear off. I’ll lock the door behind me when I leave.”

Courtney, dressed again, returned to lying on her back. Her body was still so spent from her orgasm that sitting up was too much work.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Becca doing the same. There was a jangling noise, as Daniel took the keys back from the table. Then there was a click as the door opened and then shut again, and Courtney and Becca were alone.

“So…” Becca said, after a minute. Her voice still sounded kind of sleepy. “We both just got fucked by Daniel… and we fucked each other… “

“Yeah,” Courtney agreed, softly.

“Was it just me, or did that feel totally normal?” Becca asked.

Courtney shifted partially onto her side, so she could see her friend’s face. “Better than normal. I’ve never had sex that hot before today. I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed so hard, either.”

“But like, it’s weird…” Becca said. “I mean… I know I don’t like Daniel… or I didn’t like him… but I was never so excited to get with a guy in my life.”

“Me neither,” Courtney agreed.

“It was hot, wasn’t it?” Becca asked again, uncertainly. “I mean, I felt kind of like I was asleep… or underwater… he did something first, right? Something… something to make us… do you remember what he did?”

Courtney frowned, looking back at the ceiling. He’d had something… there was something he’d used… but what had it been? What had it looked like?

“I can’t really remember,” Courtney admitted. “Are we sure he did something first?”

“No…” Becca replied. “I don’t think he did anything first… we were just… we just went to… fuck him, right? That really happened, didn’t it?”

Courtney frowned again. They’d certainly been doing something. Had they really… with Daniel? “I don’t know if we fucked, Becca…”

“No, you’re right,” her friend agreed. “I don’t know what I was thinking… I don’t think we…” Becca trailed off.

Courtney trailed to silence too. She’d felt for a moment that she’d remembered everything perfectly. But now, she was waking up, and whatever had just been happening was slipping away from her, like the memory of a dream. She wasn’t asleep anymore— wasn’t in the dream anymore. She couldn’t remember what had happened in it.

The two lay in silence. After a beat, Courtney spoke again. “Becca, what were we just talking about?”

Becca shook her head. “No clue.” She raised herself to sitting, and then climbed up to stand on shaky feet. She gave Courtney a hand, and helped her up too.

Courtney looked around. “How did we end up in the AV room?”

“Who knows,” Becca said. “It’s been a weird afternoon. Hey, do you still want me to give you a ride home?”

Courtney sighed in relief. “Yes, please. I’ve never been so exhausted in my life.”

“Tell me about it,” Becca said back.

The two girls made their way out of the room, and down the hall. The stepped through the doors into the school parking lot, and crossed to Becca’s car.

“We must have pushed ourselves harder than usual in practice today,” Becca suggested, as she slipped into her carseat.

“Yeah,” Courtney said, slipping into Becca’s passenger seat, and closing her door. “That must be it.”