The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Colleen paces to and fro, the click-click-click of her heels resonating off the cold bathroom tiles. She wrings her hands, regarding the six remaining members of her clique with a measure of anger and contempt. Their eyes follow her nervously, not quite sure what to expect. She stares them down, all but daring them to speak up.

“Everything I’ve worked so hard for-we’ve worked hard for—for so many years...” She gestures with her thumb and forefinger. “The fancy cars, the trips to Europe, the whole gravy train. The infant’s dead in the crib, ladies. We’re cooked.”

An auburn haired lackey stares at her quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

“He knows.”

“I don’t understand.”

The lackey’s questioning is rewarded by a hard slap, Colleen’s class ring leaving an indent on the side of her face. She fights back tears.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Don’t be so stupid, Tabitha.” Colleen sneers. “He was at my house last night. Came at ten in the fucking evening, right as I was about to turn in, asking about this and that, certain arrangements the six of us have, the whole bit. He was really specific too. God, I’d give anything if I could hear his old voice again. Where were we?”

“The Hank business.”

“Ah, yes. The Hank business. Point is, he’s on to us, every one. The jig is up. He knows he’s expendable. He’s a liability now.” Colleen strokes her chin. “Gee, I wonder where he’d get that idea.”

“Perhaps he just wanted to know what he’s getting into.” A pale skinned member of the tribe volunteers. “My boyfriend would do the same if he was—“

Colleen flashes an angry look.

“Is your boyfriend a zombie, Angela?”

“No.”

“Then you have no right to speak, fraulein.”

Colleen catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, puffy, bags under the eyes, a real mess. How many sleepless nights have passed since her beloved went over to Tracy? How many times has she laid in bed, wishing to feel his body against hers? To think the day would come when she’d actually morn him as something other than another conquest, and yet, the thought of the school’s star athlete going out with an ex-geek nauseated her. It went against the established order of things, like Galileo’s heliocentric theory or Darwin’s theory of evolution. It just isn’t supposed to be so.

Yet it is. She chafes at the humiliation, more than the thought of losing him. She could have any man she wants. This is different. This is a direct challenge to her authority. The queen bee is being usurped by the equivalent of a peasant, a really beautiful, arty, intelligent peasant.

Colleen sighs.

“And to think, all I had to do is whisper sweet nothings into his ear and everything would’ve been fine.”

“You miss him, Colleen.” A red faced member of the entourage quips. “It’s perfectly understandable.”

“Nothing in life is understandable.”

“Forget about him. You need to get away. My father has a time share on the coast. I could place some calls right now and—“

Colleen stops her with a wave of her hand.

“That’s enough.” Her voice is cold, steely.

“There’s another issue you should be aware of...”

“Huh?”

“Three other... Three other girls have crossed over to her side. Miranda, Star, Rainbow. They don’t even acknowledge you in conversation anymore. You’re a leper, a ghost. No one remembers you as the most popular girl in school anymore. Quite the opposite.”

Colleen bangs her fist atop the bathroom sink.

“No! No! No! No! No! No!”

The young women stare at her with frightened eyes. No one recognizes their queen bee anymore. The lines on her face are more pronounced. She’s different, more haggard, consumed with insomnia and thoughts of hate.

Colleen glances over her shoulder, coldness in her eyes.

“I see. Angela, April, Tabitha, please stay. Everyone else give us a moment.”

The three girls comply.

“You know what really kills me, ladies? More than the Hank thing ever would? B-E-T-R-A-Y-A-L.”

Tabitha’s eyes fill with fear.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve seen you in the cafeteria. I’ve seen you talking with her, and judging from the rather exuberant looks I’ve seen on your face, you seem to enjoy her company more than mine. Am I not good enough? What do you see in her that you don’t in me?”

“I don’t know; it’s hard to describe.”

“Hard to describe or you won’t tell me?”

“You disgust me.”

Colleen smacks her again. Tabitha slumps against the wall, barely concealing her cry of pain.

“Does she arrange for an out-of-state abortion when things get out of control?” Colleen cradles her chin. “Does she cock block for you when you’re in the club? Does she carry you home after one too many on a Saturday night?”

“No.”

“THEN WHY DO YOU HANG OUT WITH HER?!”

“She talks to me, about hobbies and school and stuff, nothing sexual, just regular girlie things. She’s a real person, Colleen. She doesn’t bark or make me go places and do things I’d rather not. Ask Angela or April, they’ll back me up.”

“Is this true?”

They nod in unison.

“Then all is lost.”

“Don’t say that, Colleen.”

“There’s nothing left. All my friends are hers now. I am alone.”

“You could make new friends.” April volunteers. “Tracy’s a wonderful person, warm and affectionate. Perhaps you two can go shopping sometime. You can talk about school, sports...Hank.”

Colleen growls.

“Don’t ever mention her name again, okay?”

“It’s cool, it’s cool.”

An image flashes in Colleen’s head, a glint of something nice, shiny, and green.

The earring, how could she have missed it?

“I think I know what the cause of all this trouble is, ladies. And you three will help me resolve it.”

“How so?”

“I got a friend who owes me a favor. His parent’s got an A-frame up in the woods. I could place a few calls and see if I can’t throw a party, and everyone’s invited.”

“Including Tracy?”

“Especially her. When her guard’s down, you’ll help me steal her tokens from her precious little earlobes.”

“A party is going to help us do that?” April asks. “What are we going to do?”

“I’ll give you the details later. But if you excuse me, I got a class. Ciao!”

Tabitha rubs her face.

“If we’re not careful, she’s going to send us all to jail.”

The other two shoot her a look.

“Don’t look at me, I said it first.”