The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

TWACK!

As I lay there across the bare, plump lap of Miss Roth, crying and whimpering and writhing and struggling against the tight constraints of rope that bound my legs together and arms behind my back, I still couldn’t figure out if this place I’d woken up in earlier was either heaven or hell.

TWACK!

The ball-gag that’d been stuffed into my mouth ensured that each screaming moan trying to escape my lips was muffled, unable to be heard by anyone who may have passed by this tall beast’s office door.

Not that anyone would care, even if they had an idea of what was happening in her luxurious personal workspace. Each and every individual within the walls of this strange, kinky building was under her absolute control. Mind, body, and soul…

Lucky bitch.

TWACK!

“Listen here, Princess.” Miss Roth said, her voice stern and unkind as she was likely readying up for another nerve-splitting swing of her paddle, one carved with a few Celtic runes that both amplified and altered the effects of being struck by it. “I worked hard for everything I have today, unlike yourself.”

TWACK!

Tears were pouring down my fuzzy cheeks by then, my mind splitting in two from the overwhelming sensations vibrating through my lower half and repeatedly lighting up my spine like a Christmas tree.

None of it was pain.

Every single lingering, branching, explosion of feeling was riddled with raw, unforgiving pleasure.

TWACK!

“So, tell me again.” The sultry voiced, strawberry-blonde-headed beast of a beauty began. “What are you going to do?”

TWACK!

The muscles in my back tightly clenched and convulsed as my tail briefly straightened completely and its snowy white hair stood on end once again. I mindlessly whimpered and wriggled around in my expertly knotted constraints, moaning unintelligible gibberish into my gagball. I’m not even sure what I tried to say. Hell, my mind was drowning in rage and dopamine, so I could barely even pay attention to what my telepathic captor was asking. Something about-

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“When I let you leave this place, what are you going to do, Isabelle?” She growled, any hint of mercy in her tone absent. “Using that tiny mind of yours, remind me.”

TWACK!

The words registered, but so did the cursed paddle.

I’m… I’m going to go back to Blake’s apartment! A-and then I’m going to apologize for doing what I did…

Although, I think Miss Roth had also told me to-

TWACK!

B-but before I apologize, I’ll fix him, because I didn’t think carefully about the words I’d placed in his mind! Gods, who knows what was happening to Blake right now? Miss Roth explained just how confused Blake would be by what I’d done to him while she forcefully and single-handedly tied me up, his sense of time and emotions thrown all out of whack…

I expected another swat, but instead heard my captor ask another question.

“What else?”

Wh-what else was there?!

“After he forgives you, which that poor soul eventually will, you’re going to tell him everything about who you are and where you both came from.”

... Never.

TWACK!

Ahh! … I-I can’t—… He can’t find out… I plead with my thoughts, mentally begging this woman to let me slide on this one little aspect of our lives. If Blake knew the truth about our father, then there’s no chance that he’d ever love—!

TWACK!

“I can do this all day, Princess.”

TWACK!

Part of my twisted and still-twisting mind almost wanted that.

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“I’m sorry… It’s just—… This is for the best, I think. I don’t know… I don’t know what else to do, Blake...”

My day was… not exactly one that I was expecting, or ever would have. For the first time in God-knows-how-long, I woke up in a good mood and even had a skip in my step as I left my apartment early that morning. Then, when I arrived at my soul-sucking workplace, I found that even Melvin, my manically-depressed vampire of a supervisor, was just as chipper as I was, maybe even a bit more so.

Things got strange immediately after that revelation, and only just recently had I begun to hear echoes of a detached but eerily familiar voice in the back of my mind.

“Forget about me, and forget about the days we’ve spent together.”

Firstly, I apparently had some sort of memory lapse and had completely forgotten a month’s worth of days, but internally felt as though my father’s funeral had occurred about that long ago, while my most recent memories were telling me that it’d happened yesterday. Secondly, Melvin kept insisting that I had a new girlfriend I was refusing to talk about, while he actually did have one, one that was way out of the grim-faced, middle-aged man’s league. Thirdly, lastly, and most importantly, his busty girlfriend had some kind of power to control the wills of others once they looked into her big, beautiful eyes.

And there I was, laying on the floor atop the remains of the broken chair that I had been sitting in, wondering why this was happening to me.

“Awe, what’s wrong?!” Melvin roared as another downward kick slammed into my stomach, and I felt another one of my ribs break in response. “Are you sad that your BeAuTiFuL gIrLfRiEnD dumped you?! That she won’t be waiting for you at home to kiss all of these boo-boo’s that I’m giving you?! Well, don’t worry, because you won’t be going home!”

I could barely see, and what little vision I could manage to process was spinning and blurred as I stared up at the dimly-lit ceiling, but I did hear Melvin snickering for a brief moment before continuing his onslaught of confusing, although very real wrath.

“I can do anything I want for the next few days, and I’ll make sure that the only way you get out of here, is in a fucking bodybag!”

“Excuse me?” I heard a sweetly stern voice say, expecting another bone-breaking stomp in its place. Thankfully, that seemed to have distracted Melvin enough to get him to lay off of me.

“What?” Melvin growled. “You said that you would help me with, and I quote: ‘Whatever I desire’.”

“Do you desire to kill this man?” Mary, I think her name was, asked coldly. “In all fairness, I never mentioned it solely because I didn’t think you were capable of it, but that is in grave violation of our verbal contract.”

“Oh shut up, whore. I pay you, and you do what I say. Are we clear? Or do I need to kick some sense into you, too?”

“Dismiss anything that causes you pain or grief, from here on out.”

The darkness quickly closing in on my conscious mind vanished at the sound of the following BANG that occured, and my bloodshot eyes went as wide as could be. Fucking coward, I furiously thought to myself with grit teeth, then gathered every ounce of strength I had left in me to turn over onto my side and brace a hand against the floor. Melvin likely figured by now that all he had to do was avoid looking into her eyes and strike quickly in order to actually put some hurt on the gorgeous witch he was with, and Mary didn’t seem like she was the fighting type to me.

Forcing myself to prop up on all fours was more than I could’ve handled without the sudden rush of panicked adrenaline flushing through my system, but I slowly managed the task, dismissing the overwhelming amount of pain that I felt and without any regard towards my own safety. All it would take to put me back down for good would be another solid strike from Melvin’s unforgiving boot, but thankfully Mary was keeping him distracted, and judging by the calmness in her next sentences, she hadn’t been struck yet, nor did she intend to be. That gave me a very small window of time to grab onto one of the chair’s broken legs, rise, and act.

“Go ahead and try it.” She dared. “You don’t have the balls.”

There was a brief pause of silence after that, and by then, I had already put the remainder of my strength into my upper-body for a devastating swing.

“Now, you pathetic little insect, it seems that—”

TWACK!

The wooden leg connected with the side of Melvin’s head, and he went down hard.

“Ah!” Mary shrieked, jumping back in surprise and leaning against the desk behind her as she brought up a hand to cover her mouth. She sounded more scared in that moment than she had when Melvin was threatening her, I briefly realized.

I blinked, then took in a deep and shaky breath, barely able to ignore the excruciating pain throbbing throughout my entire torso. The room was still spinning, my heart was pounding quickly and thunderously, and the well-dressed, large-breasted woman staring at me furrowed her brow after a few moments of silence passed between us. I wasn’t able to focus enough on her expression and body language to realize that she wasn’t relieved, and then blurted out something pretty stupid, given the circumstances.

“I think he’s dead.” I said flatly, stumbling to the side slightly as I quickly began to lose my balance by just standing there in my tiny little office space. “Are you okay?”

Mary lowered her hand and looked at me with bewilderment at that, then glanced down towards Melvin, who was face down on the carpet.

“Uh...” She said, looking back up to meet my muggy gaze with her own stunning, violet-colored eyes. “I had it under control, y’know.”

“Did you?” I weakly, but sarcastically asked, then coughed into my fist and I used my other hand to brace up against the wall closest to me. “Because, right now, my organs would beg to differ.”

The bitch actually rolled her eyes at that.

I mean, I guess I wasn’t all-that surprised. Someone of her caliber in appearance could act like any kind of bitch in the entire bitch-colored rainbow and get away with it just because she was a confident eleven-out-of-ten. Would anyone really blame me for resigning to care entirely from that point on and just blatantly stare at her fantastic tits for the rest of our encounter? I think not. Simps, maybe, but I digress, and was delirious from the pain.

Melvin let out a soft, pained groan, but still wasn’t showing any signs of movement.

“Oh, good.” I chuckled weakly. “Mel’s still alive.”

“Look…” Mary began, reaching up to rub her temples. “I’m sorry that things got out of hand, but I had him under right before you decided to play hero. I already had a plan to wipe both of your memories and call an ambulance for you, too… How are you still conscious, by the way?”

She didn’t look concerned when the question was asked; I could tell she was just more baffled than anything.

“I’m fine.” I lied, then coughed into my hand again, this time with a few very small blood droplets escaping its shield and spattering against Mary’s exposed cleavage and her glittery, purple dress. “... My bad.”

“Ugh.” Mary groaned, wincing and looking down at the light mess I’d made after-the-fact. “Should’ve seen that one, uh… c-coming?”

The look on her angelic face went through a series of expressions following that instant. At first she appeared startled, then annoyed, then confused… and then… I’m not really sure how to explain that last one.

Hungry?

Like, not cranky-girlfriend-hungry, but hungry hungry.

As if I looked up from Mary’s tits and met the predatory gaze of a red-eyed beast who hadn’t had a proper meal in days.

“Are you okay?” I meekly asked once again after yet another long moment of silence, feeling myself slipping away into unconsciousness as I stood there. Damn, I thought to myself, briefly wondering if a certain pain in my chest was because of a punctured lung.

“I…” She said, then met my gaze again with a faraway look in her eyes as they began to glow. “I don’t know.”

While I recognized that unforgettable glow from earlier, it was different this time. Instead of a bright, captivating violet, their coloring shifted towards more of a deep, piercing shade of ruby-red. It almost matched the very minor freckles of blood spatter on her torso perfectly, as if I were simply comparing their previous color to her dress, only this time her magical stare didn’t fill me with a sense of peace and calmness.

I only felt fear and pain, and those emotions were amplified by the wide, bone-chilling, fang-bearing smile she gave me. In what felt like an earth-shaking flash, Mary closed the relatively short gap between us. Before I could fully understand what was happening, her arms wrapped around my body with my own pinned to my sides in a vice-grip, and her teeth sank deep into the flesh of where my neck and shoulder met.

That was the last thing I remembered before blacking out, and every sense of pain and discomfort in my shattered body faded away along with my consciousness, just as the distant voice from earlier whispered to me one final time in the back of my mind.

“When you wake up, this will all feel like a distant, forgettable dream…”

I let out probably one of the most intense yawns of my life, then stretched my entire body along the living room floor in front of my couch as my mind slowly crept back into a state of consciousness.

The first thing I saw when my eyes opened was the edges of my coffee table and couch, and I blankly stared at the ceiling above for some time after that.

I felt fine, almost great even, which was strange given how much of an emotional alcoholic mess I’d been for the past few days, but I didn’t see any reason not to take advantage of my peace of mind and relax there until I needed to take the morning piss.

Something was definitely off, though. While this wasn’t the first time I’ve passed out on the couch and then proceeded to roll off of it in my sleep, it didn’t feel like I was wearing the same clothes that I’d gone to bed in last night. Lifting my head to get a good look at my attire, the sight of my postman’s uniform was fairly jarring.

For some reason, there were also several distinct and very dirty shoe prints across my stomach, as if someone had decided to use me as a doormat. Come to think of it, I vaguely recalled going to sleep in my own bed last night in just a pair of boxers after killing half a bottle of Jameson. Not to mention, I didn’t feel an ounce of pain from the hangover I should’ve had, and last night seemed like a lifetime ago…

I eventually rose to my feet and looked around my living room, not seeing anything particularly out of place. The front door was slightly open, which was a bit unnerving, but the few neighbors that I lived with in my small apartment building were quiet elderly folk that kept to themselves. If any of them had seen it like that, they probably would’ve just politely closed it for me without bothering to look inside.

So, that raised yet another question, I thought to myself as I walked over and shut the door.

Did I sleepwalk onto the couch last night? Why am I already dressed to go to work? Who the fuck came into my apartment while I was sleeping?

I was good about making sure everything was locked up at night, obsessively so. A few strong drinks and a headacheless black-out wouldn’t have changed anything about that. I almost began to wonder if someone broke in and attacked me, but like I said before, I physically felt great, fantastic even. Not just that, but nothing was missing. I had a good-sized TV that was ripe for stealing, all of my savings were in the bank, and my wallet was still in my back pocket from whenever-the-fuck I’d put it in there.

The sound of the bathroom door clicked shut to my left. It was at that moment I turned and glanced down my hallway, and all of my previous suspicions and concerns left me in a single instant. Don’t get me wrong, none of them were answered, and only more would’ve piled up on top, but the unnatural look in this bizarre creature’s terrifying gaze sent a spike of adrenaline through me.

The end of my hallway was pitch black, and the only things that I could make out were two, huge, glowing, and ruby-red eyes looking right at me.

“What did you do to me?” The low, growling voice of a woman spoke as the pair of eyes slowly came closer. “What are you?”

“I—...” Anything I had to say to those questions was caught in my throat, not that I had any idea about how to answer them anyway. What the hell was this thing talking about?

“Answer me.” She demanded, stepping out of the hallway and into the dimly lit space of my living room. “Or else I’ll report you to the Beauro, after I’m through with you.”

What came into view was not at all what I expected.

This beast, who was easily six inches taller than me, was, in fact, an honest-to-God catgirl.

She wore a crown of long and thick and perfectly-straight silvery-white hair, every inch of her unclothed and curvy figure was covered in short fur that was the exact same color as her extravagant mane, nine four-inch-long translucent whiskers poked out from each side of her full cheeks, her facial features were still human in every right with a slight bit of sharpness added because of her fur, and the flesh of two wide and very pink nipples proudly stood out amongst the sea of white softness that covered her perfectly-round, wonderfully-jiggly, cantaloupe-sized breasts.

It was safe to say that I was quickly becoming just as aroused as I was terrified at this impossibly strange encounter, and if those striking eyes of hers weren’t radiating a sense of murderous intent, I probably would’ve made a furry joke before trying to flirt with her a bit.

“Sorry, but I don’t have any idea what you’re on about.” I said with a nervous chuckle while taking a step back, my palms raised in defense. “How about we just calm down and discuss this like adults?”

She didn’t say anything, gave no sense of acknowledgement that I’d said anything at all, and only kept taking careful step after step towards me as she scanned my body like a fresh meal.

“Because if that’s not about to happen, I don’t think you’re going to like what I’m about to—”

“I tried, but I can’t hold myself back anymore…” She cut me off in a breathy whisper, the thick, tentacle-like tail behind her flicking against the floor like a whip as a set of thick claws slowly extended from the tips of her fingers. “This is your own fault.”

One of her hands shot out towards my throat, likely intent on putting it in a vise.

Thankfully I’d developed pretty impressive reflexes during my time overseas some-odd years back. ‘Be ready for anything’ was our motto, and keeping to it would keep you alive in an ambush or skirmish. Although, I never imagined that I’d be using those same instincts to dodge the deadly hand of a big-breasted catgirl.

I ducked left and rolled onto my couch just before her palm and claws slammed into the wall that my back had been up against. She turned her head and we both shared a look of mutual surprise when our eyes met, but this creature only hesitated for a beat, and I soon found myself running off of the couch as she pounced towards me. The crazed, sexy hellcat chased me on all fours without pause as I led her around the room and back towards the hallway.

As soon as I stepped into the darkness and had the briefest of moments where she wasn’t able to see me, I stomped and grounded myself as my body spun around in preparation.

Suspecting that this rabid catgirl would expect me to keep running after making the turn, I had a risky idea that might give me the opening I needed. There was no running from this, even if I just continued a few more feet and slipped out of the front door and never looked back. She might’ve ended up hurting someone in the building in the state she’s in, and that would make me responsible for whatever the hell could happen if I just left her alone like that, I knew.

It was fight or flight.

And besides, I’m not missing the chance to hook up with something straight out of a weeb’s fantasy world on the off-chance that I survive this.

When she carelessly ran into the hallway, I was ready for her.

Not that it mattered, in the end. She tackled me with the force of a semi-truck, knocking the wind out of me and sweeping me off my feet. In the instant after that, my back was slammed down onto the floor while one of her hands moved with inhuman speed to grab my wrists and pin them into the carpet above my head.

I was so dazed that I barely noticed her adjusting to straddle my waist, my legs writhing around behind her as the rest of my body was completely restrained. I managed to cough and inhale sharply as the mild paralysis in my diaphragm loosened its grip, my eyes slowly opening up and meeting her gaze. Those big, glowing, and very haunting red eyes were the only things I could make out among the darkness that surrounded us in the hallway.

It was just as terrifying as it was awesome, I thought to myself while nervously chuckling.

“Stop. Resisting.” She growled, slight bits of blue sparkling within her gaze as the words let her.

Suddenly, my wrists stopped meekly struggling underneath her hand, my legs relaxed on the floor, and my labored breathing became more steady.

“Just lay there and let me have this.” She said. “After all, you belong to me for now, meat.”

She let go of my hands and sat up straight on top of me, never breaking eye contact as she placed her own fuzzy hands on my chest and she shuddered before forcefully beginning to rub her warm, wet crotch against my waist. I could feel her juices soak through the fabric of my shirt almost instantly, and my eyes went wide. While I wasn’t able to move my body in any way to fight back, as if the option to move my muscles had suddenly been erased for when I tried to act on those instinctive thoughts, I suddenly didn’t want to anymore.

I still had no idea what this cock-starved furry was going on about before she attacked me, but now I knew that she wasn’t necessarily out for blood.

Either way, when I moved my arms to slowly reach up and cup her amazing tits instead of pushing her off altogether, they acted, and my hands were full of silky-smooth fur and heavy, supple breasts in near-pitch black darkness. I couldn’t see her face, but anger flashed through the shape of her eyes in a second, but for only a second, and nothing was done to stop me as I started to gently squeeze and fondle one while I teased the nipple of the other with my thumb. Soft moans escaped her as we stayed there like that for a short time, and it wasn’t long before I felt her slide back and leave my arms’ reach.

Slowly and carefully, I propped myself up on my elbows as I watched her eyes move back, then down. Finally breaking eye contact, as if finally trusting that whatever she did to me had worked, the shrouded catgirl looked down and gently illuminated my crotch with her red eyes at the same time her hands reached up to undo my shorts. It didn’t take long, but as I expected they would, the thin lines for pupils within her glowing eyes became wider and rounder than what I thought would be possible, causing me to openly laugh.

I was used to it by now, sure, but whenever a girl got a good look at my only real friend in this world, they all had the same reaction, and it was always funny.

Even though I couldn’t exactly see her face, I knew that she was staring down in amazed horror at the rock-solid, foot-long slab of fuck-meat standing straight up in the air above the waistbands of my half-removed shorts and underwear.

Or…

Wait, I thought to myself with wide eyes of my own.

It might’ve been my imagination, but when she practically jumped up and I felt her hand grip my shaft, it seemed as though she could actually be excited.

Her eyes now high above me, I could feel something warm and wet press down on the head of my cock, slowly wrapping around it and descending without much of any resistance. No way, I thought with a gasp, hardly able to believe that her pussy was taking my cock so easily. In truth, I think I was just amazed at how tight she felt wrapping around my shaft, quickly hitting the half-way mark, then slowly sliding all the way down until her bubbly thighs were wrapped around the front of my waist and my member was swallowed whole, madly twitching inside of her insanely hot pussy.

Both of us were moaning, grunting, and gently swearing the bog-standard “oh fuck”s and “holy shit”s and the “oh my fucking God”s and the “Jesus McFucking Christ”s all the while. She gripped my shirt and pushed down against my stomach as leverage, and I relaxed back and curled my toes from the mind-melting sensations that came as soon as she proceeded to lift and begin bouncing on my lap, my cock in absolute heaven as the tight walls of her pussy seemed to keep sucking it up back into her as soon as its base would leave. My hands roamed and squeezed her juicy thighs for a bit before I eventually found the firm, thin waist above them, continuing upward until they landed on her big, full, and very plush tits.

We weren’t at it for long until both of us reached our peaks, each of us squeezing the other’s respective parts as we came hard. I could feel her walls convulsing around my throbbing cock, practically sucking the cum out of me as it continued to flow until absolutely nothing was left, I faintly assumed. My head was swimming, my body was tingling, and my big dick just wouldn’t stop cumming as she’d stopped bouncing but was continuing to grind her hips against my lap while we both moaned and groaned and gapsed the entire time.

By the time I was finished, I was barely conscious, feeling as though my soul had been stolen by way of cum.

Right before I was about to pass out, I felt a pair of lips mush into mine, bringing me back to life in the darkness that surrounded us.

I kissed back, lost in the post-nut bliss as my cock was softening inside of her motionless midsection.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot, big guy…” She cooed after pulling away, then sighed as she slowly collapsed onto me and relaxed. Her eyes weren’t red anymore, I saw, and were now a deep, captivating violet, their glow much much softer than before. She pulled me onto my side and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me into her upper cleavage as her legs locked around my waist and ass. “Introductions can wait though, let’s just enjoy this for a while.”

… Fine by me, I thought to myself as I dizzily nuzzled a certified furry’s pair of fuzzy pleasure-pillows for the next half-hour.

Ashamed, humiliated, and sexually satisfied enough to die happily, I stepped out of the Miss Roth’s limozine in front of Blake’s apartment wearing a pair of baggy white sweatpants with a matching hoodie in order to hide my demi-human appearance.

“Be sure to tell him everything, Princess Isabelle.” She said in a cold tone as she reached over to close the door behind me, her face devoid of any positive emotions. “Or else I’ll introduce you to a paddle that has the exact opposite effect to the one you’re now quite fond of.”

I swallowed and shivered at the horrifying thought as the door slammed shut and the lengthy vehicle sped off down the street, clutching the handle of the engraved wooden paddle that’d shown me mind-bending nirvanna during the six-or-so hours I was being held captive. I’d like to think that Miss Roth allowed me to keep this powerful artifact because I had begged for one last swat by the time she was through breaking me, but part of me knew that as soon as I restored Blake to normal, he would use it to break me a second time (and for hopefully a much longer duration). Either way, the beastly woman ultimately didn’t say why, nor did she speak to me much after I finally agreed that I would tell my brother about the true nature of his existence, and our familial ties.

After taking a deep breath to choke back the lump of sadness forming in my throat, I walked into the apartment building.

I thankfully didn’t see any of Blake’s creepy and smelly old neighbors on the way to his door on the second floor. The conservative get-up I was wearing would do well to conceal what I was from afar, but up close any rational human would have obvious questions about my fuzzy face and purple feline eyes. Whatever was causing the cloak that naturally appeared around my body outside of the castle to malfunction had to have something to do with Blake, I figured, but since the seemingly knowledgeable and tight-lipped Miss Roth refused to give me any details about what those direct factors might be, I wouldn’t be able to go out in public until it was restored.

Not that I minded the thought of being cooped up in Blake’s apartment with him for the rest of my worthless life, considering that was my original plan ever since I met him.

By the time I was standing in front of his door, I was fighting back tears. When my hand extended towards the doorknob, I froze, realizing that he wouldn’t have any idea in regards to who I was anymore. At least I could fix that, I thought to myself as I gently knocked a few times.

I waited for some time and was about to knock again until I heard footsteps approaching.

Right away, I could tell that they weren’t Blake’s footsteps. The vibrations were too strong, heavy, and careless. In fact, they were awfully familiar to those of someone I absolutely despised.

The door opened, and suddenly the face of that person came into view instead of Blake’s own, and both of us looked at each other with wide, shocked eyes for a long moment without saying anything.

“I-Izzy?!” Mary cried out, her own cloak hiding her catgirl appearance working without flaw, although the only clothes hiding her tall and very curvy figure were a pair of black lingerie panites and Blake’s light pink cooking apron. “Wh-what are you doing here?!”

I didn’t say anything as I walked inside right passed her, glancing around the apartment for any signs of my darling.

“Everyone at the castle has been worried sick about you! Where have you been all this time?! And why are you here at—?”

“Why are you here?” I asked, giving no fucks in regard to her own questions. “And where’s Blake?”

Both of our heads snapped towards the hallway as soon as the bathroom door opened up, and I watched with a strange mixture of annoyance, happiness, and lust when Blake stepped out drying his hair with a towel, his soft fat cock swinging around between his legs.

“Hey babe, do you know any magic tricks that’ll—... Oh, hey there.” He froze as soon as he saw me, and my heart ached as he glanced at my nervous sister and asked: “Is this a friend of yours? I would’ve put some pants on if I knew she was coming over, aha.”

Slowly, ragefully, I turned towards Mary with the paddle tightly gripped in one hand.

“Darling, th-this is my older sister, Isab—”

“He’s mine, you cunt!”

TWACK!