The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Angela watched as the car pulled closer and closer before parking a few short feet away, a sickening nervousness forming in her belly the entire while. She never moved from her station by the mailbox. Perversely, the sight of the driver made her feel all the worse. Paula represented exactly 50% of Angela’s BFF tandem. Their absent friend was precisely the reason they were here and not someplace that promised to be much more fun, or at least much less awkward.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Angela replied.

“You sure you want to do this?”

“I definitely don’t want to do this, but we have to.”

Paula grimly nodded her agreement, “Let’s get this over with.”

The two approached the front door, which happened to be where their absent friend lived. They knew she wasn’t home at the moment. That was the point.

At the front step, Paula touched Angela’s elbow, “If this doesn’t work, I don’t know what we’re going to do.”

As it often did, Paula’s earnestness made Angela feel slightly guilty. Paula didn’t know what she was going to do, but Angela had long since decided. If this didn’t work, Jen was off the team and their friendship was over.

Still, a part of her didn’t believe it would come to that. Angela had been recruited to play point guard for Morgan College, arriving at the school the same year as Paula and Jen. The coach generally preferred juniors and seniors as starters, so the fact that Angela had started as a freshman was unusual. That Paula and Jen had started as well was unheard of ... but they were that good. Paula was the shooting guard and was absolutely deadly from 17 feet out with the nerves of a professional assassin. It didn’t make a difference if it was warm-ups or the game winning shot, if she got a clean look, Paula didn’t miss. Jen was the small forward and completely fearless in how she drove to the basket, squeezing herself between much larger women to get her shot off. Jen played like she was six inches taller. And Angela was the one who got them the ball where they wanted it, when they wanted it. That she wore number 5, just like Jason Kidd, was not an accident.

By the end of their sophomore years, the team was unquestionably, if unofficially, theirs. Angela was the first among equals, Jen the Spock to Angela’s Kirk, and Paula the consensus finder. They made an effective team, so much so that when it was time to elect captains for their junior years, there was no serious doubt. They were the first tri-captains in the team’s history. They’d just missed the NCAA Tournament that year. Though their record said they belonged, Morgan wasn’t a traditional basketball power and the selection committee had gone with a larger school having a down year. Angela had never been so disappointed in her entire life.

They were eight games into their senior season, and undefeated. They wouldn’t miss the Tournament this year, if they could just keep it up. And once they got there, Angela was sure they could do some damage. She knew, she just KNEW, they could beat the UConns and the Tennessees out there.

And then Jen had gone squirrelly on them. Angela had worked too hard to let friendship block her from her goal.

The door was opened, a few seconds after they’d rung the bell, by a woman in a dressy t-shirt and sweatpants, her short red/orange hair bulled back by a black headband. They didn’t know precisely how old their friend’s mother was ... early 40’s, no more.

“Girls! How funny, I was just thinking about you two. Jen isn’t here right now.”

“That’s okay, Mrs. Gould,” Angela said. “We’re here to talk to you.”

Mrs. Gould frowned slightly, “Sounds serious. Maybe you both should come in.”

Paula and Angela were led to the living room and given the love seat. Mrs. Gould took the nearby recliner. The two girls looked at each other, motioning for the other to begin.

“It’s about Jen,” Angela finally said. “We’re worried about her.”

“How so?”

“She hasn’t been herself lately,” Angela said.

“She’s been acting weird lately, it’s hard to explain,” Paula continued. “She’s been blowing off classes and she hasn’t been to practice in a week. And ...”

“And ...” Angela stalled.

“And what?”

An uncomfortable silence developed. It was Angela who broke it, “She’s started hittting on our friends ...”

“ ... our female friends,” Paula clarified.

“... and she isn’t even trying to hide it. Before she didn’t even like taking her clothes off in the locker room, but now,” Angela was at a loss for words, “people are starting to talk.”

Mrs. Gould seemed to choose her words carefully, “It sounds to me like you’re more worried about the girls than the classes or the team.”

“It’s gross!” Paula exclaimed. Mrs. Gould looked at her sharply.

“Look,” Angela jumped in. “Ultimately what Jen does is up to Jen, I guess. The point is she’s changed so much in such a short time. That’s what we’re worried about. And we just thought you should know.”

Mrs. Gould smiled, “First let me say how proud I am of you two. I know this must have been hard for you to bring to me. It’s good to know Jen had friends that care this much about her.

“Second, I know all about how Jen has been changing lately and I promise that it’ll all make perfect sense.

“As you both know, my husband left me a few months ago,” Angela and Paula nodded sympathetically. They’d suspected all along that Mr. Gould’s leaving had something to do with it, “and lately I’ve been thinking I needed to do something to break out of the rut I’d been in since he left. So, I got a new haircut ...”

“And it looks great! I meant to say something before,” Angela said.

“Thank you,” Mrs. Gould smiled as she ran her hand about her coiff, “and I also decided to get a tattoo, a little one, the sort of thing no one would expect me to do and only I would know was there. So I went to this tattoo parlor near my office and picked out the cutest little pattern and had it put on my hip.”

Mrs. Gould stood and hooked a thumb under the waistband on her right hip and slowly pulled down. The tattoo came into view.

“But then the funniest thing happened. The tattoo was supposed to be a secret, but I found I wanted to show it to people. I didn’t understand it at first, it took me a while to figure it out, but it’s the tattoo. It wants me to show it to people, because when I do, people do what I tell them to do, like you two. I want you two to sit there and listen to everything I say.

“And the tatoo tells me what to do. So I showed it to Jen and then I told her to get one as well. And that’s why you think she’s acting so strangely.”

“I don’t get it,” Angela said, unable to look away from Mrs. Gould’s hip. “Why does it make her act funny?”

“Because this particular parlor, let’s just say they were running a two for one special,” Mrs. Gould pulled down the waistband over her left hip.

Amanda was in a state just short of ecstasy. She’d been trying to figure out a way to get these two alone for a week and a half ... and they’d just delivered themselves to her. Now they stared, slack jawed, as the image on her left hip saturated their minds with its delicious corruption.

Angela was a petite girl, 5′2″ and 90 pounds at most, her Dominican roots betrayed by her mocha skin and thick, luxurious brown hair. Her delicate face was dominated by big, doe like eyes, making her seem like an animae character come to life. She also possessed the tightest little body Amanda had ever seen; smallish breasts and ass but perfectly proportioned and absolutely mouth watering.

Paula was a slim girl also, but more voluptuous. Befitting her Japanese heritage, her hair was long, straight and so silky it seemed to shimmer. Her eyes were a perfect almond shape and almost as dark as her hair. Paula’s breasts were large and full, two enticing globes of flesh, her waist tapering gently before flaring gracefully at the hips.

Jen had been disappointed, naturally, when she learned her mother had claimed these two for herself. To make it up to her, Amanda had given Jen the run of her own circle of friends, and indeed of anyone, girl or woman, she desired. She was pleased to learn, through Paula and Angela, her daughter had been making good use of her time.

“You know, I always liked you two. I always thought you were good kids, that’s why I am going explain this for you, so you don’t have to figure it out like I did,” Amanda pushed the waistband down a little further and cocked her right hip. “This tattoo lets me control anybody I show it to, and I need to control them ...

Amanda now cocked her left hip, “... so I can show them this tattoo. This one is the important one. It tells me the truth. It tells me I’m a dyke, not a lesbian, no bi, not ‘curious’. It tells me I am a pussy crazy dyke. And it makes me so hot, all the time, but that’s okay, because it makes everyone I show it to just as hot and dykey as me.”

Angela shook her head feebly. Amanda found her attempts at resistance adorable, “What is it, honey?”

“No ...” the girl whispered.

“Don’t you believe me?”

“No.”

“You mean my tattoo isn’t making you hot?”

Angela whimpered before forcing out a quiet, “No.”

“My tattoo isn’t making your little cunt juicer than its ever been?”

“Nuhhhh ...”

“Then why do you have your hand in your pants?”

It was true.

Angela didn’t need to look between her legs to know it was true. The heat and the wet smeared on her fingers told her it was true. The astonishing waves of pleasure emanating from down there each time her fingers touched her clit told her it was true. She didn’t need to look, so she kept staring at Amanda’s tattoo.

She could hear Paula moaning softly, she could feel her friend trembling, both reactions increasing as Mrs. Gould removed her sweatpants altogether. The older woman sat back down on the recliner and lewdly spread her legs. Her pussy was smooth and bald and very, very wet.

“Why don’t you two have a little taste,” Amanda purred.

With a monumental effort, Angela stopped herself from crawling over and burying her tongue in Angela’s luscious snatch. In her mind, she saw herself lapping at it, at Paula’s, at Jen’s, then any number of girls and women she knew: friends, professors, neighbors, strangers. She lingered on the image of the girl who lived just down the street from her parent, the one with the dark, spiky hair who was only around during the summer. Next she saw all of them, in turn and in groups, licking at her, gnawing at her clit, making her cum in ways she never thought possible. It felt so wonderful.

All the while, her fingers did their work.

The vision passed and what she saw next was all too real. Paula was on all fours, her pants pulled awkwardly to her knees, her head between Amanda’s legs, bobbing up and down.

Angela groaned, “Paula ... no.”

Mrs. Gould smiled kindly. She grabbed at Paula’s hair and pulled her up, “Go ahead, honey, tell her.”

Paula looked over her shoulder. Her eyes were dull and heavy, her nose and lips glistened with Mrs. Gould’s juices.

“Angela,” she panted the name. “It’s ... it’s so fucking hot ... you have no idea.”

Paula dove back into Mrs. Gould’s cunt, and was gone.

That her friend, as she’d always know her, had ceased to be was inescapable, so Angela didn’t dwell on it. That she, somehow, had to get away was equally inescapable and the solution was obvious. All she had to do was look away. If she could just tear her eyes from the scene in front of her, from Mrs. Gould’s tattoos, everything would be okay.

She wasn’t paralyzed, but she couldn’t impose her will. She couldn’t look away, nor could she keep her hand from the delicious task between her legs. Amanda’s hips were thrusting, Paula moved in time. Crude slurping noises clashed with Amanda’s melodious groans as the enthralled girl brought her closer and closer. Angela realized, with a shock, that she also moving in time with Amanda’s hips, twisting her body, leaning side to side to keep the tatoos in sight.

“Yes, Paula, yesssss,” Amanda whispered. “Very nice. You’re making my pussy feel so good. Move a little to the side ... ohhhh ... make room for Angela. She’ll be joining you soon.”

It was true. Angela’s resistance was waining. Like ice on a mild day, it softened and shrunk. It wasn’t just the lust. The drenching, all consuming arousal she felt. More and more, her gaze lingered on the first tattoo. New, wonderful visions came now, of her with a tattoo of her own, of showing it to other girls, controlling them.

She stood, and with a wiggle of her hips, her pants fell away. She’d already removed her top, though she couldn’t remember doing it. Angela took two steps forward.

“Will I get a tattoo?” she groaned.

Amanda’s legs swung wide open. Her head was thrown back, mouth open, gulping at the air.

“Of course ... yes ...” Amanda spat the words out. She was so close now. “But ... you know what ... ohhhh ... you have to do first.”

Angela was on her knees now. Paula had indeed made room for her. Angela crawled, her vision filled by the soaked, wonderful, irresistible pussy before her. She closed her eyes and licked, bottom to top.

It was incredible. Amanda’s essence was tangy and thick and perfect. She licked again, letting her tongue brush against Amanda’s clit. Paula’s tongue was already there. All three moaned as one.

Paula’s hand was on Angela’s ass, stroking her. Angela licked faster now, knowing Amanda might cum on her eager tongue at any moment. She could hardly wait.