The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

ACT III: Tori, Audrey and Roxanne

Roxanne Hart watches surreptitiously as the last of her patients leaves the building. She could hear the woman’s voice as she and Audrey talk, the sing-song harmony of words spilling into the hallway as the woman extols their work yet again. The dentist could not help but smile as her name is invoked several times along with her assistant Tori—always positively, always devotedly. A laugh passes between receptionist and patient as they part ways—as good a sign as any, one would suppose.

If only the poor soul knew about the tongue lashing Roxanne and Tori gave her. Well, poor is a bad choice of words in retrospect. But Roxanne did enjoy taking turns as she napped, hungrily eating the woman out, the succulent juices of her slit running down Roxanne’s chin as she fingered herself to orgasm. It didn’t occur to the patient that anything was amiss until she woke up. Even then she just smiled and shrugged as she noticed her skirt bunched up around her legs—like it was no big deal.

Little did she know that she was already under the control of the nanobots. They rewired her brain months ago after the first visit, altering the connections in her head until she thought of little else but fucking other women. The woman’s marriage fell apart as she drifted apart from her husband. He took custody of the kids and moved out some months later, but she hardly noticed. There was pussy to be had, and the soccer mom was determined to lap up as much as she could. To think it all started with a routine cleaning—but really it was about something more.

Roxanne can’t help but smile. In the months since moving to town, dozens of women like the soccer mom have been subject to her little experiment, gradually developing the taste for female flesh with Roxanne guiding them along the way. They range from the well-off to the barely getting by, the exhibitionist to the girl-next-door. Yet they all have common affinities-docility, neediness, gullibility, and most importantly an eagerness to please. The outcomes please Roxanne to no end.

The dentist pushes the thought aside as she saunters into the lobby. She locks the door as the sun disappears into the horizon. It’s not as though they’ll receive any last minute visitors—and if they do come, they’ll be in for a pleasant surprise. Her heels click as she walks back to her office.

She glances at the kneeling frames of Tori and Audrey, breasts threatening to spill out of their low-cut blouses.

“I never get tired of seeing those,” The dentist leers at the two.

She shuts the door behind them.

“What’s our progress?” She unbuttons her smock, revealing a pair of 34D breasts under a lacy blue bra.

“Fourteen subj—patients so far,” Audrey corrects herself mid-sentence. “The banker, the artist, the nurse, the police officer...”

Roxanne nods along.

“The housewife, the waitress, the musician...” Audrey wraps up. “Not to mention the soccer mom, of course.”

The dentist’s train of thought hurtles down the track. She gazes into space, fantasizing about those tanned thighs squeezing her face. A stray hand massages her breasts, nipples blossoming to erectness. The only thing more delicious would’ve been the two Aznaŕ sisters together. The very thought threatens to send her on an erotic tangent.

“That reminds me,” Roxanne puts the kibosh on the self-love. “Heard anything from the sisters?”

“Nope,” Tori chimes in. “Guess they don’t have any need for us after they came a few weeks ago. Lord, I’d love to my hands on that little bitch’s ass again...”

Roxanne shoots an accusing stare.

The talk of Peta sends Audrey’s mind reeling back to that date at the coffee shop. Even if the meeting took place only a few days ago, the memories of that initial encounter makes her blush with fondness. She recoils at Tori’s casual use of the word bitch. So mindless, so cliché...

“That isn’t completely true, actually,” She confesses. “I met the younger one at a coffee shop a couple days ago. I was meaning to tell you, but I didn’t know how you’d feel about socializing with patients off company time...”

“And?”

“She’s a sweet girl. Shy, but inquisitive. She asked several questions about...about what was happening to her. I answered her questions as much as I could, but I had to cut the meeting short. I did leave her with a little taste, though.”

Audrey’s stomach quivers at the memory of the encounter.

Roxanne cups her chin for several seconds. Her eyes flash intensely as she turns the thought over in her mind. On the one hand, what her stepdaughter did was hardly professional, unethical even. But Roxanne had to give her props for her initiative. The little sister may not be as photogenic as her sibling, but with the right grooming and guidance...

“How would you use her?”

“Pardon?”

“How would you use her?” Roxanne repeats the question. “What role would she have in our...endeavor?”

Caught off guard by her stepmother’s grilling, Audrey stalls for several seconds. She bites her lip, try to think of a response.

“We could use her for research,” Audrey replies. “, to collect information, I mean. She’s good with computers...”

“You’re good with computers.”

“But...”

“She’s a teenager, sweetheart,” Audrey’s stepmother admonishes her. “She hasn’t even graduated yet.”

“Aren’t you always complaining about how we’re understaffed?” Audrey shoots back. “I do most of the coding work as it is. Not to mention going to school. I can’t burn the candle at both ends forever. Even you know that.”

“You do have a point there. Talk to the girl, see how she feels about working here after school. We’ll need her mother’s permission, of course. But if it backfires it’s on you, understand?”

Audrey nods.

“One more thing,” Roxanne glares at her. “This Peta girl, do you have feelings for her?”

“No ma’am. It’s strictly physical.”

“Good,” Roxanne rewards Audrey with a kiss.

Fire blossoms through Audrey’s loins, lips smacking as their tongues meet. Their organs entwine as they lick, suck and taste, completely lost in each other’s touch. The sensation is heavenly. If only it was Peta in Roxanne’s place...

Audrey whimpers as her stepmother pulls away.

“As for you...” The dentist glances at Tori.

The hygienist yelps as Roxanne grabs a fistful of hair.

“What was that for!?!?”

“Sampling the goods without my permission,” The dentist maintains her grip. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You like helping yourself to young women and girls, don’t you? I wonder how the authorities would react...”

Tori’s nipples harden as Roxanne continues on.

“I don’t have to remind you of the consequences,” The dentist strokes Tori’s chin. “Fortunately for you, your punishment won’t be too severe.”

Not that Roxanne’s much better. Compared to her lover, her transgressions are much more hideous and intentional than anything Tori could think of. But Tori transgressed her laws, and now it’s up to Roxanne to punish her. Though the remedy might be a little more unorthodox than what Tori is used to...

Roxanne saunters towards the canister of nitrous oxide near her desk. Though she uses it occasionally for her own recreational use, lately her vice of choice has fallen by the wayside. It is one of the few she truly indulges other than sex, and the taboo of using combined with the dissociative effects gives her more of a rush than anyone could imagine.

Tori waits anxiously as Roxanne slips the mask over her face. The dentist bids her to rise as Roxanne pulls her blouse off, exposing her tits to the world. The hygienist giggles as she inhales the first huffs of gas, uncertain of what to expect.

“While you’re busy getting happy,” Roxanne gropes her. “Audrey here is going to use her tongue to make you come until you squeal.”

The dark-haired beauty scoots forward as she positions herself at Tori’s feet. The hygienist puts up token resistance as Roxanne eases her out of her uniform. The sensation of the dentist’s nipples pressing against her back only adds to the incentive to comply.

Tori shudders as a blast of cool air chills her half-naked body. The sensation is quickly forgotten as Audrey’s silken lips touch her legs and thighs. The receptionist alternates between sensual kissses and nibbles. To Tori’s chagrin Audrey breaks it off, only to flick the hygienist’s belly button with her tongue. Tori giggles.

The underwear falls to the ground in no time. The sight of the blonde’s dewy mound confirms Audrey’s success. Her eyes flicker with lust.

“Not so fast,” Her stepmother admonishes her. “I want her to squirm.”

Roxanne caresses Tori’s cheek.

“You love being dominated, don’t you?” She twists Tori’s nipples. “I wonder what our patients would think. I probably should be recording this. Come to think of it, I should be getting the camera right now...”

Not that Roxanne has any intention of leaving, not for one minute. But Tori doesn’t know that. The thought of being on videotape excites her still. She moans as her boss continues her ministrations.

In the haze brought on by the gas, the sensation of Roxanne’s tactile touch feels like a thousand fingers groping, kneading and squeezing. The sensation would orgasmic all on it’s own. But it’s the colors it produces that catches Tori’s eyes.

They appear in the corner of her eyes, incomprehensible shades of red, blue and green that defy description. They light up every time with every touch, arousing Tori all the more. In the back of her mind she knows its a delusion, but it feels so good, and with her lover manning the helm...

The sight of her stepmother asserting herself feeds Audrey’s desire. She snakes a hand into the waistband of her jeans, stroking herself as she caresses her tits with the other. The self-love elicits a moan as her frustration grows.

“Can I taste her?” Audrey pleads. “Please?”

Her stepmother shrugs in assent.

The dark-haired beauty nuzzles the hygienist’s flaxen valley. She presses her face into it, wetting her round beak. She inhales, taking in the earthy scent. The mixture of sweat and Audrey’s own wetness is all the encouragement she needs. She parts Tori’s labia, rubbing them gently as she licks the folds.

Already the hygienist is sensitive to the touch, but the combination of Audrey’s fingers and her flickering tongue cause Tori to buck against her. Only Roxanne’s firm hands keep her from tumbling down as she floats away to a land of disconnectedness, lost in a jetty of disunion.

Minus the gas, the erotic rendezvous could just as easily pass for a typical day in the Hart household. It’s the only life Audrey has ever known since being infected, sacrificing her own dignity to please her two mommies. At 25 she still lives with them, splitting her life between work, school—and her duties at home. Whether her stepmom infected her or somebody else remains unclear. Her own memories of it are hazy—something about being pricked with a needle, that much is clear. The markings on her body are a constant reminder that something happened to her to make her this way, whatever that is.

In effect, the pricks divide her existence between pre and post-infection. Audrey was far from the first to be so marked, but the difference between past and present is like light and day. Before her infection, Audrey was just another aimless teen, caught in a world of booze, drugs and casual sex. The nanobots erased all that. Under her mommies’ guidance and care she learned the things that pleased them and the things that didn’t, honing her bedroom skills along the way. As she developed into a young adult she developed a style of seduction all her own, a mixture of coquettishness, Southwestern idiosyncrisy, and a certain brand of self-deprecating, offbeat humor that only the Four Corners region could provide. A skill that proved useful when converting young women to the wonders of Beautiful Creatures, so much so that Audrey became an unofficial ambassador at college campuses.

Several years on she’s still at it, but lately the dark-haired beauty is experiencing a crisis of conscience. If college has taught her anything, it is there is more to life than mindless sex. But what that is—and how to get it—remains a mystery.

Could Peta Aznaŕ hold the answer?

The flicking of Tori’s clitoris sends the hygienist into overdrive as the dark-haired beauty pounds the bud with her tongue. Her legs clamp in a vise around Audrey’s head as the tension mounts.

“Oh God!” She cries out as she comes.

Girl-come coats Audrey’s face as Tori slumps into Roxanne’s arms.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

Tori babbles incoherently.