The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Peta shifts uneasily as she lounges in the waiting room alongside the rest of the patients, muzak drifting into her ears. She glances at the women with their heads buried in magazines as they wait their turn. They peel away only rarely, excusing themselves for a well-timed bathroom break or glance at the door. The rest of the time they’re like Peta, waiting for their name to be called.

Occasionally Peta trades glances with them, seeing only emptiness where humanity should be. There is something robotic in their stare, as if waiting to be commanded. The ambience is enough to make Peta shrink back.

The dark-haired beauty holds court over them all. The receptionist sizes them up from behind her desk, casting a lustful stare on all and sundry. Peta locks eyes with the girl as she smiles impishly, leaving no doubt what’s on her mind. To her surprise, Peta smiles back.

“I’m not sure I want to be here,” She whispers to her sister.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” Julia leafs through her copy of Sisters in Love. “You don’t want to walk around with a gap between your teeth, right?”

“I guess not,” Peta concedes. “But couldn’t we have gone somewhere else?”

“It’s an emergency,” Julia insists. “It’s not like we had a choice.”

The point is not lost on her sister. Only a few days before Peta broke her tooth biting on a fairly hard oatmeal cookie. A section of actually became dislodged in her mouth when Peta was forced to spit it out. Her eyes widened as she gazed at the piece in her hand. Fortunately, mama had the foresight to deposit it in a small snack bag.

Not that it did any good. Peta insisted on seeing a proper dentist this go around. The service would be as good, even better than Beautiful Creatures, without paying out of pocket for anything. But Julia dug her heels and persuaded her to go anyway. The prom was only a couple months away, and time was of the essence.

Eventually, the dueling strains of her mother and sister’s nagging ground her down. At least she’d get to see the alluring receptionist again. She’d seen the change in her sister. She yearned to be that attractive and beautiful. But she wasn’t sure the price was worth it.

Even if she doesn’t want to become a zombie, Peta can’t help but be jealous of the women seated around her. Her eyes flare with envy as she glances at her fellow patients in their miniskirts and thigh-highs. They look more like supermodels than people in need of care, especially Julia, her high heels glistening with polish.

Julia returns her sister’s glimpse with a smile. " “Everything’s going to be okay, buddy,” She takes her sister’s hand in hers. “When it’s all over with you’ll be as good as new.”

A blonde hygienist glances from her clipboard as she wanders into the room.

“Which one of you is Peta Aznaŕ?”

The bespectacled teen raises her hand.

“We’re ready.”

Peta tags behind as the blonde leads the way, trading small talk as she ushers the young woman through the maze like hall. A moan like sound echoes from a room in the far corner.

“I think someone’s in pain,” Peta glances at the woman. “We need to help them.”

“Probably just the TV set,” Tori Johnson gestures towards the room in question. “Sometimes our patients like to turn the sound up a little.”

Peta glances through a crack in the door. Though she can’t swear it, the noise definitely sounds like a woman. Sure enough, the actress’s orgasmic scream confirms Peta’s suspicions. The animalistic cry sends her scrambling towards Tori’s side.

“Does it bother you that much?” Tori pulls Peta close. “I can turn it down if you like.”

The noise fades into the background as Peta climbs onto the dental chair. After a preliminary examination by Tori, the hygienist pulls away.

The bespectacled teen glances at Tori and back the writhing actress on the screen.

“Will I become like her?” She gestures.

“No,” Tori forces a smile. “I promise.”

Peta’s mind whirls as the hygienist leaves the room. She thinks of how it was for Julia. Was the process the same for her? Was she nervous, frightened, or ambivalent? How did she manage?

She licks her lips lasciviously as she thinks of the brunette. Her hands wander across her body as she massages herself, groping her tits as she imagines the dark-haired beauty straddling her. The fingers snake their way into the waistband of her jeans as the bespectacled teen strokes her sex.

Peta stifles a moan as she arches her head.

“Oooh yeah...” She coos as she slips a finger into her moist slit. “Faster, faster. Ohhh Goddd Yes... Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. Please...”

A loud cough jolts her back into reality.

“Are you okay?” Tori looks on with concern.

“It’s all good,” The bespectacled teen pulls her finger out of her jeans. “I was just, um...”

“Taking care of business,” Tori volunteers with a wink.

“I’m sorry,” Peta stammers. “If I’d known you’d walk in I would’ve been more discreet.”

“Happens all the time around here,” Tori pats her shoulder.

Firm hands run down Peta’s forearms as the hygienist massages her. Fingers run between the teen’s shoulder and elbow as Tori kneads them tenderly. They entwine in Peta’s own as the blonde gazes lustily in her eyes.

“You should get cleaned up before Dr. Hart shows up,” Tori sucks Peta’s finger. “The sink is over there, by the way.”

A thrill tingles up Peta’s spine as the hygienist licks the come off.

The clicking of heels catches them off guard as Peta washes up.

“So how’s my newest patient?” Dr. Hart glances at the pair.

“I was just, um, helping her wash up,” Tori glances at her boss.

“Sure,” Dr. Hart smiles impishly. “Should we get started?”

The redhead flicks aside a lock of hair as she pulls on her latex gloves.

“Why don’t you get back in the chair,” Tori kneads Peta’s lower back.

The bespectacled teen is more than happy to oblige.

Dina yawns as her eyes glaze over the monitor for what must be the millionth time, fingers posed on the keyboard. She waits for her muse to strike, digits pounding away as words form sentences into paragraphs. She glances at the black cursor blinking at her, as if it were some kind of insult.

The strawberry blonde takes a sip of coffee and tries to refocus her thoughts.

“This paper isn’t going to write itself,” She murmurs under her breath.

Her ears echo with the clacking of keys. She glances at the fresh faces all around her, typing furiously as though their lives depend on it. If only she could muster the same vigor. So much for concentration, she thinks to herself.

The drop in attention had been noticeable ever since Julia went off on her. She’d been beside herself ever since, unable to make sense of the attack. The suddenness of it—and her own embarrassment at giving in—left Dina feeling raw and naked. She kicked herself for not doing more to defend herself. But fighting back wasn’t an option—as Julia made painfully clear.

She could go to Student Life and request a single room for herself. But with Julia increasingly absent, the situation seems to have resolved itself. Occasionally Julia might stumble into the dorm at some late hour of the night. Yet most of the time Dina finds herself alone and it makes her afraid.

Which explains how she is at the library.

“Is this seat empty?” A feminine voice interrupts her train of thought.

Dina glances at the dark-haired beauty towering over her.

“Sure,” Dina gestures towards the empty chair next to her.

The woman lets out a sigh of relief as her backpack thumps against the floor.

“Finally,” She exclaims as she slumps into her chair. “I’ve been waiting to get this project done.”

“Midterms?”

“Yeah,” The woman rubs her eyes. “Honors Biology. ‘Special Issues in Bioethics’. I should’ve started on it three weeks ago. But between work and school...”

“So what’s your topic?”

“Bioinformatics,” The dark-haired beauty beams. “’Nanotechnology and the Miniaturization of Artificial Intelligence’ is the working title. Wordy, isn’t it?”

She laughs, revealing gleaming white teeth. Yet there is something familiar about her that Dina can’t shake. Perhaps she spied the dark-haired beauty walking in the quad. Perhaps she was even a classmate.

Dina glances at the nameplate on the woman’s lapel. “’Audrey Mann’,” it reads, “’Beautiful Creatures, Inc.”

“Nice to meet you, Audrey,” She shakes Audrey’s hand.

“You too, and your name is?”

“Dina Carlyle. Well, better get back to work.”

Peta watches the throng go by from the far end of the room, far from the peering eyes of would-be onlookers.

They linger and chat, lattes cooling in their hands as their voices melt into a single unison of white noise. The din competes with the soft music drifting from the speakers, merging into a cacophony of sounds that even the most discerning listener would be hard pressed to tease out. But Peta doesn’t mind.

She glances at her cell phone. Eight thirty. The receptionist told her she’d be here by eight.

Peta sighs.

They arranged to get together earlier in the week. The phone call lasted only a few minutes, but Peta was already entranced.

“Meet me at the 440,” The woman’s honeyed voice echoed in the receiver. “See you then,”

Peta died a little on the inside as she hung up. The exchange was all too brief, yet there was so much the bespectacled teen wanted to say. She yearned to share everything. But her feelings were so complicated—and the butterflies so strong.

She plays with the hem of her skirt. The denim mini is easily the most expensive item she’s ever bought. Peta can’t say why she felt like draining her savings account over, but it just felt right. It is as though a voice in her head is telling her to indulge herself, and indulge she has.

It isn’t just clothes. The toys underneath her bed speak just as much to the depravity inside her head. She stored the vibrators in a shoebox, far from her mom’s prying eyes. For all her life, self-pleasure has been a sin. Yet the powerful orgasms she experienced as her pelvis rocked and gyrated could not be denied.

If someone told the slightly overweight teen she’d slutting it up in short skirts and high heels, Peta would have laughed. Yet something has changed between her visit to Beautiful Creatures and tonight. For the first time in her life, the barriers that have separated good girls like her from the others are slowly falling away, leading to one exciting moment...

Peta rises as the dark-haired beauty walks into the boutique coffee shop.

“You must be Audrey,” Their nipples touch as the two women embrace.

“I apologize,” Audrey Mann pulls her chair up. “There was a four car pileup near 270. We were backed up for miles.”

“I only have a few minutes,” Peta casts a conspiratorial eye around the room. “Mom thinks I’m at band practice.”

A lingering silence fills the space between them as Peta struggles to think of something to say. Her mouth opens and closes just as quickly as a lump forms in her throat. Peta exhales deeply.

“Cat got your tongue?” Audrey teases her.

“I’ve never gone out with a girl before,” Peta confesses. “I don’t know how to behave.”

“Talk to me like any other boy. You’ve been with boys, haven’t you?”

“Yes, but not seriously.”

The awkwardness fades away as Peta eases into the conversation. At first it is only small talk—school, work, movies they’ve seen. Audrey coaches Peta through it all, drawing the words out when they need to be. The presence of an experienced hand is more than comforting as she guides the discussion—more pleasant than Peta cares to admit.

The tete-a-tete stalls as Peta grows silent, peeling her eyes away from the pretty brunette.

“Are you okay?” Audrey glances at her. “Is it something I said?”

“No,” Peta shakes her head. “I was just wondering...”

She clenches her jaw. Should she give voice to her abnormal desires? The very thought feels sacrilegious as she watches the patrons mill about. A feeling of trepidation comes over her lips tremble.

It is as though a bridge has materialized leading to a new and magical place. But no matter her response, the second she crosses over, there is no going back.

“Audrey?” Peta stammers.

“Yes?”

“What is it like to be with a woman? Sexually, I mean.”

The question takes Audrey aback.

“I mean is it painful?” Peta stumbles over her words. “Would I get sick, like the men do?”

“No,” Audrey smiles. “It is only beautiful.”

“Show me how beautiful.”

Audrey reaches under the table as she caresses Peta’s knee. Peta’s stomach flutters as the fingers move slowly up and down, massaging, caressing, and kneading. A tingle spreads through her body as they travel up her thigh, the tactile sense sending Peta’s brain almost into overdrive. They stop short of her crotch as the feeling spreads to her sex, quivering with newfound possibilities.

“Is this what you want,” The dark-haired beauty taunts her. “To have my fingers stroking your quim?”

Peta nods obediently, her eyes fluttering as Audrey rubs her through her clothes. She shudders as the fingers trace the contours of her sex. The wetness trickles onto her underwear, soaking it with her own fluid.

A trickle of blood as Peta bites down hard. Her breaths are labored as she stifles a moan. Yet the crowd around her remains oblivious. Maybe it is the loud music. In any case Peta doesn’t care—all she knows is her own pent up desire welling up in her. She yearns to have the brunette’s fingers inside of her. Better yet Audrey’s tongue—swirling, lapping, and tasting as Peta’s honey coated her chin.

Yet just as quickly the fingers disappear, leaving Peta a murmuring, whimpering mess.

“I have to go now,” Audrey kisses her on the forehead. “Be a good girl for me, okay?”

A sly grin creeps along her face as she walks toward her car. Her stepmother is going to be pleased when she finds out.

Yes, Audrey thinks of their unfolding plan. Yes, everything is as it should be.