The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It wasn’t my fault. Not really. She made me do it. I mean look at me! I look like a fucking goth retard and it’s all that little nerd’s fault. It’s not like I asked her to do it.

Trish and Harmony and I are known as the TS Girls. It’s short for Tempest Storm. I’m not really sure who she was, some actress or something, but we all decided the name was cool, so we call our little clique “Tempest Storm” or “The TS Girls” for short. Pretty cool, huh?

It was Trish’s idea. Trish is my BFF and we’ve known each other since sixth grade. Now we’re both seniors, so we’ve been tight for a long time. But Trish will probably never talk to me again. I’m sure that Harmony won’t either, and it’s all Lad—um, Jessi Greenfield’s fault. I met Jessi that day in the cafeteria. Well, met’s not really the right word. There was an incident.

The TS Girls were having lunch. We pretty much “rool the school” so we have our own table in the cafeteria. Everyone calls the cafeteria Ptomaine Tavern, cause this one girl died of food poisoning in there back in the 70’s. SweartoGod! I heard it from Shelly, and she should know. I mean, she’s a complete tool, and I don’t let anyone know that I talk to her but her mom works in the cafeteria so she’s got the 411.

So we were in the cafeteria and we had just gone through the line. Harmony was telling this really funny story about hiding Della Stewart’s asthma inhaler in first period that morning. When we got to our table, there was someone sitting there.

I’d seen Jessi around but I didn’t talk to her, of course. She’s new, having transferred from some school in Vegas a couple of weeks ago. She’s so pathetic, even the normal crowd doesn’t talk to her much. She creeps everyone out with her extreme goth look and her weird eyes. I mean, she’s beyond scene or goth or whatever those losers call themselves this week. Jessi’s in a class of her own. Calls herself “Mesmero” or some shit. Anyway, she has the whole scene look plus she accents her eyes with really heavy make-up. Black all the way around, with sparkly glitter that just really makes her look weird, and these silver contact lenses. Her mom’s in show business or something, so she’s bound to be pretty screwed up from birth, right?

Anyway, she was sitting in the fourth chair of our table like she was God or something. That really pissed me off.

“Hey, Dweeb-O!” Trish said, bumping nerd-girl’s chair fairly hard. “You’re sitting in my chair.”

Jessi looked up, a spoonful of fruit cocktail still in her mouth. Her face was anything but friendly. “I couldn’t find a spot. The cafeteria’s full. There’s three more chairs here if you princesses want to sit down,” she said around the spoon. “Just try not to be too boring.”

“Oh, we have us a funny girl here,” Harmony chimed in. “Isn’t she funny, Jewels?”

“Fun-nee,” I answered. I raised my milk over Dweeb-O’s head. “A real Marilyn Manson freak.” I poured the milk all over Jessi’s head. The room burst into laughter. For her part, Jessi or Dweeb-O or whatever her name is just sat there. I thought at the time that she was afraid of us. I wish I’d known better.

She calmly got up and looked at all of us. The laughter died and the room got silent. Her makeup and temp hair dye were running down her face, making it look like she’d been crying. But her eyes were clear. So clear. I looked deep into them. “You,” she said, pointing a sharp finger into my shoulder. “You’re the ringleader, aren’t you?”

I froze for some reason. I mean, I couldn’t move a muscle. I just stood there, feeling her fingers in my shoulder and staring into those eyes. I mean, those amazing eyes. I felt something shift in my head. I was feeling something between my legs too, which made me embarrassed as Hell. I prayed to God no one could sense that.

“Well?” she asked.

“Yes,” I answered. My voice was emotionless.

“You and me,” she whispered so only we TS Girls could hear. Her voice was full of menace. “After school, behind the gym. Come alone.” She stopped pressing on my shoulder and I could move again. I blinked and watched as Dweeb-O stormed out of the cafeteria.

“Don’t come back until you learn some manners!” Harmony shouted. She looked around at the silent crowd. “What are you all looking at?” The room started returning to normal and we all sat down.

“You gonna meet her?” Trish asked, taking a french fry from my plate.

“If she wants to party,” I said smugly, “I can go the distance.” With an 8th Mon Kyu in Karate, I was pretty sure I could kick nerd-girl’s ass. We spent the lunch hour talking about what a loser she was.

There was a small woodshed just off-campus on the back side of the gym, and at three o’clock, that’s where I found nerd-girl, smoking a thin, brown cigarette. As requested, I came alone. I didn’t need a gang to deal with her, just my karate and a cell phone to post a picture on my Facebook page.

“I didn’t think you’d show,” she said, dropping the cigarette and crushing it beneath one of her waffle-stomper boots. She pressed into my shoulder again and I froze, just like in Ptomaine Tavern. Also just like last time, I got moist between my legs. Why was my pussy oozing like that? “What’s your name, princess?”

“Julia,” I said. I don’t know why I wasn’t mopping the floor with her goth ass at this point. I was just standing there like an idiot, answering her questions. “My friends call me Jewels.”

“Well I’m not your friend,” she sneered, “but maybe we can change that. What’s the name of your little group? Someone told me it was the Transsexual Girls or something like that. You got a penis, princess?”

I blushed. That was weird. I hadn’t blushed since I got caught playing doctor with Rob Nesbitt when we were both seven. “No. It’s TS Girls. TS stands for Tempest Storm.”

Jessi laughed so hard she almost dropped her hand from my shoulder. Somehow I knew that if she did that, I could move again and I’d be kicking her ass all the way back to Vegas. As it was, her fingers stayed put and so did I.

“Do you even know who Tempest Storm was, rich-bitch?”

“No.”

“Figures.”

I wanted to say something smartass, but for some reason, I couldn’t get a word out unless it was to answer a question. So I stood there like a retard. After a moment in thought, my adversary said “Do you know the real reason I was sitting at your table today?” I shook my head. “My kid brother’s in ninth grade. He asked one of you silly bitches out and he got played and laughed at. I don’t really care which one of you did it or which one of you ends up paying the price. As far as I’m concerned, you’re all pretty much interchangeable.

“The point is, princess, that no ones fucks with my kid brother except me. So you get to learn the lesson.” She put a finger under my chin and turned my head until I was staring into those weird eyes of hers again. “Sleepy-Time Gal,” she said simply.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up to my alarm clock. I was back in my room, listening to that shitty beep and looking blearily at the glow of 6:00 AM on the screen. It was dark as I mumbled my annoyance. I looked at my cell phone to find that Trish and Harmony had both been blowing it up since yesterday afternoon. Twenty-nine calls and six voicemails. Shit. I managed to stand up, athough I swayed and rocked like a dinghy on the open sea. Was I hung over? I stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the light.

I didn’t recognize the girl gaping at me in the mirror. My beautiful red hair was now a platinum blond with dark roots growing two inches from my scalp, and it was styled like a helmut! I had a ton of eye shadow and liner on and dark burgandy lips, smeared from sleeping. I looked like a goth nightmare! Thank God I didn’t see any piercings. What the Hell happened to me? What happened to last night?

Get a grip, Jewels, I thought. This was a dream. It had to be. I was still behind that shed, I was sure, bruising Lady Mesmer’s bony ass. Lady Mesmer??

I was in a beauty salon. An Asian woman was holding my hand and looking expectant at me. “Glamor-length. You sure?”

Someone’s feminine hand was tickling my neck. I turned to look at Jessi Greenfield. She smiled at me and I melted. I mean, just melted. She’s so beautiful and wise and sexy. I looked back at the Asian woman. “Yes,” I sighed. I’m sure.”

“Damn, she’s so fucking HOT!” I said aloud to no one in particular. I felt my own left hand down between my legs, my new, long nails digging into my cunt. I moaned as my fingers rubbed their wet treasure. Why was I so horny?? I had to push my left hand away with my right. There, that was better.

The first thing was to get this shit out of my beautiful hair. It must be that cheap dye that goths use to put streaks in their hair and then wash it out. Had to be. I put my head under the faucet and turned on the hot water. It wasn’t coming out. The dye was permament. I was so going to tear Lady Mesmer a new hole. Lady Mesmer??

I was looking up at the ceiling. I could feel a hard, wooden surface underneath me and my mouth was wide open. It was very low lighting and people were whooping and hollering as some guy was pouring tequila in my mouth. He twisted a lime and let the juice drip into my mouth too. I stood up and swallowed as people slapped me on my back. I felt someone pinch my ass and I spun around to find Jessi Greenfield leaning against me. I sighed contentedly as she continued to feel me up. “I have a present for us both, princess,” she slurred, indicating an older man standing beside her. I smiled.

“Damn, she’s so fucking HOT!” I said again. I pushed my left hand away from my crotch. Stop that!

I tried washing my face and sighed with relief as I managed to soap up a washcloth and apply it to my lips and cheeks. Staying bent over wasn’t easy. I felt a little queasy doing it. I cupped a hand to my mouth and blew into it, smelling my own breath. I reeked of alcohol. Shit, I really was hung over!

I started reapplying my makeup. I grabbed the mascara and loaded up the applicator with a big gob. I began applying it to my lashes. I was about halfway through before I realized that I was just putting it back on the way it had been five minutes earlier. What the fuck?? I washed it out again and loaded up the applicator with a big gob. I began applying it to my lashes. Damn! I dropped the mascara and decided to go without makeup today.

I couldn’t. I felt so naked! I couldn’t help myself. I put the makeup back on the way it had been this morning. Why was I doing this? I couldn’t change it, so I just left it all goth-looking.

I stumbled back into my room and looked in my closet, trying to find an outfit that would make me look less like a gimp. I put on my shortest skirt and tightest top. Wait, I can’t wear an outfit like that to school! Mrs. Colton would have me in the office before the first bell rang. I took the outfit off and put on my shortest skirt and tightest top. I shrieked. What the Hell was wrong with me? I took it off again and put on my shortest skirt and tightest top. Shit!

I tried to put on some shoes, but the mules wouldn’t stay on my feet. They flew off as if by magic. The only pair that would stay on were the red, six-inch stilettos I got for my 18th birthday.

I looked at the time and I only had ten minutes to make it to school. I just panicked, grabbing my books and ran to my car. I drove to school as fast as I could manage without getting a ticket.

I got to school right after the first bell rang. I tried to move as fast as I could, but the best I could manage was a lazy, sexy gait. In the six-inch heels I just had to wear that day, I was walking down the hall like I was selling it on a street corner. People passing me froze in place and watched me sashay down the corridors. Even as embarressed as I was, I was consciously giving my walk an extra wiggle. Somehow I got to my first class just as the tardy bell sounded.

“Miss Browning,” Mrs. Colton said, gawking at me. “What the Hel.. um, heck do you have on?” There was a ripple of laughter through the room as thirty-six pairs of eyes turned to look at me. Someone let out a wolf-whistle and I blushed again.

“My shortest skirt and tightest top,” I said, then slapped my hand over my mouth. Did I really say that? The room was full of laughter again.

“I’m going to assume,” Colton said tersely and slowly, “that this... anomaly is just a mistake on your part and that it won’t happen again. Am I clear?” I nodded dumbly. “Take your seat.” Thank God Colton chose that moment to leave the room. “Everyone open your books to Chapter 15,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” She walked briskly out of the classroom.

Everyone turned and looked at me in stunned silence. Embarrassed, I sat down quietly in the desk next to Trish, who was also staring at me in open-mouthed disbelief. “What the Hell happened to you?” she whispered. “Did you lose a bet with that Dweeb-O yesterday?”

“You mean Lady Mesmer?” I whispered back. Lady Mesmer??

His name was Dan. He was 35 and had a wife and kids. Jessi didn’t mind, so neither did I. I was on a bed, my head buried between Jessi’s sweet thighs while Dan was pounding me from behind. Everything was so awesome as I begged Dan to cum in me without a condom. My tongue was slathering my Goth Goddess and she was moaning her pleassure and digging her nails into my scalp. I whimpered in delight. Everything was just so, so awesome.

“Damn, she’s so fucking HOT!” I said loudly. I slapped my left hand into submission before it could make a move toward my cunt. Laughter filled the room yet again and soon paper airplanes were soaring past my head. One hit my forehead and bounced off the thick helmut of my hair. I sunk lower into my seat, completely miserable.

“You look like a fifteen-year-old tart,” Trisha whispered. “What happened to you?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” I hissed. “One minute I’m behind the gym with Lad—um, Dweeb-O, and the next I’m waking up this morning looking like jailbait.”

“So why didn’t you change clothes?”

“I tried,” I insisted. “This is the best I could do. She did something to my head!”

“Who?”

“Lady Mesmer.” Lady Mesmer?? “Damn, she’s so fucking HOT!”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on!”

Mrs. Colton chose that moment to return and everyone quieted down. The rest of the morning went without incident.

In Ptomaine Tavern, Harmony took one look at me and decided to eat with her kid sister instead. Trish sat with me at our usual table. Thank God for Trish. What a friend!

I grabbed Jeff Spiney as he was walking past our table, staring at me. “Hey, Jeff,” I said. “Do me a favor.” Like I had to ask. Jeff would suck his dad’s cock to get my attention. I liked that he was such a pushover.

“S-sure, Jewels,” he stammered. “Anything for you.”

“Go find Lady Mesmer...” Lady Mesmer??

I was giving Dan my cell phone number and winking. I told him to call me when he was horny and Jessi and I would fuck his brains out again. I cupped his cock through his pants as he walked out of the motel room. Jessi smiled and crooked a finger at me. “It’s only 4 AM,” she said. “Let’s play some more, princess.” I smiled. Eveything was just so awesome!

“Damn, she’s so fucking HOT!” I grabbed my left hand halfway down to my miniskirt and wrestled it back to the top of the table. Jeff and Trish looked at me like I was nuts. “Go find her and tell her to meet me at the same place after school. Tell her she’d better fucking be there.” Jeff nodded and stood there, waiting to see if my hand would try to go back to my crotch. “NOW, Jeff!” He flew out of the cafeteria like his pants were on fire.

I looked over at Trish. “Trish honey, talk to Harmony. Tell her I really need her help after school today.”

Trish nodded. “Sure, Jewels.” She got up and walked over to Harmony.

Someone passed me a note after she left. I opened it up. All it said was “Lady Mesmer”. Lady Mesmer?? “Damn, she’s so fucking HOT!” I yelled. It was getting harder and harder to control my left hand, but I managed. What a fucking day!

I didn’t have to go to the school office, but two of my afternoon teachers wrote me up for inappropriate clothes. The times between classes were the worst, with boys hitting on me and pinching my butt. Girls just laughed under their breath, enjoying the queen of the school make a fool of herself. If they only knew that I didn’t make a fool of myself. Jessi Greenfield did it for me!

That afternoon, I was waiting behind the woodshed. I waited 30 minutes before Lad—nerd-girl sauntered up to me, a superior smirk on her face. “I need a cigarette, princess,” she said simply.

“I don’t smoke,” I stated as I reached into my purse and pulled out two long, brown cigarettes. I handed one to Jessi and lit it for her with a lighter I found in my purse. Then I put the second cigarette into my own mouth and lit it. I took a few puffs before I realized what I was doing. “Shit!” I dropped the cigarette and crushed it. I looked at her with all the menace I could muster, which wasn’t much. “What the fuck did you do to me?”

“Had enough?” she asked. “We can keep this up all day or you can apologize.”

That’s when Trish and Harmony rushed from their hiding places, each grabbing an arm and holding Jessi still. She kicked and bucked, but she finally realized it was no use and stopped struggling.

“No fingers to the shoulder this time, bitch,” I said, smirking. “And I know how to fight. What have you got to say now?”

Jessi smiled evilly. “Sleepy-Time Gal.”

I was lying on the ground, staring up at a cloudy sky. I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes had passed. I sat up and looked around to find that Jessi was gone. Trish was curled up in a ball on the ground, hugging her abdomen and softly weeping. Harmony was sitting down beside her, her legs splayed open like a child would sit. She was sucking on her left thumb, 2-inch nail and all, and drawing in the dirt with the long nail on her right index finger. She was humming to herself, without a care in the world.

“What happened?” I asked, standing up.

“You bitch!” Trish sobbed. “You bitch, you bitch, you fucking bitch! I’ll get you for this.”

“Me?” I asked indignantly. “What did I do?”

“You beat the crap out of me!”

“I did what!?! No I didn’t.”

“Yes you fucking did,” Trish insisted, not moving from her fetal position. “Dweeb-O told you to do it and you did. You bitch!”

I reached out to comfort my friend. Trish recoiled in horror. “Don’t touch me!”

I looked over at Harmony who seemed oblivious to us. “Harmony?”

She looked up and pulled the thumb out of her mouth. “Jewels? What happened?” She looked down. “Why am I drawing on the ground?”

“Dweeb-O talked to you,” Trish managed.

“Talked to me?” Harmony blinked and sat in a more demure position.

“After Jewels beat me up,” Trish explained, “she held you down while Jessi talked to you. She said that you were acting like a child. The next thing I knew, you were playing in the dirt and asking for your mommy.”

“What the fuck?” Harmony asked. She looked up accusingly at me. “Jewels, what the Hell are you doing?”

“Me? I—I didn’t do shit!”

“The Hell you didn’t!” Harmony shouted.

“Harmony,” Trish whined. “Help me up!”

Harmony managed to get up on her own feet, then assisted the sobbing Trish up as well. Trish had a pretty bad bruise on one cheek and was still hugging her stomach as if her guts were going to fall out. She coughed a couple of times and almost wretched.

“Get me out of here,” Trish insisted. “This girl is fucking crazy!” I watched in silence as my two former best friends hobbled away.

What else could I do? I went to my mom and told her everything. Mom was incensed. She was also a lawyer, and “lawyer” and “incensed” should never go together in a sentence. Mom grabbed me like a child in a department store and hauled me into the car. She called her personal assistant and asked for the address of the Greenfields, with a daughter in high school as she backed out of the driveway. We hadn’t gone two blocks before Mom took a left turn and got onto the highway. In thirty minutes, we were parked in front of Jessi’s house.

“Let me do the talking,” Mom said, opening her door and charging up to the house. I could barely keep up with her. She pounded on the door and a brunette woman about her age answered it. I almost laughed out loud. I assumed that this was Jessi’s mom, but it wasn’t what I was expecting.

The woman was gorgeous. I mean, I thought I was hot, but this woman who I guessed to be in her late 30’s could put me and Mom both to shame. It didn’t hurt that she was dressed in a sexy stage magician costume, all fishnet stockings and long legs and low-cut dinner jacket. It was glittery and gold, with a tight white dress shirt and a matching top hat and bow tie.

“Yes?” she asked.

“I’m Amanda Jenkins,” Mom said. “And I demand to know what your daughter did to my Julia.”

“I’m Wanda Greenfield. Please come in,” Mrs. Greenfield said, “and tell me what’s going on.”

We were led into a well-furnished sitting room and Mrs. Greenfield called and cancelled on the performance she was just on her way to. She explained that she was a stage magician and hypnotist and she had been hired to work a party across town. Then she apologized and asked Mom to please explain what “Jessica” had done. It took about fifteen minutes for Mom to go over it all. Mrs. Greenfield nodded sympathetically throughout the story.

“So what are you going to do about this?” Mom demanded.

“First of all, I’m sorry,” Mrs. Greenfield said. “Jessica can be... difficult. If she’s done anything wrong, I’ll see that she’s severely punished for this outrage. I’ll pay for any damages too, of course.”

“You sure as Hell will,” Mom insisted. I smiled for the first time all day.

“Jessica!” Mrs. Greenfield suddenly shouted, startling us. “You get your bad ass down here this instant!”

Jessi came bounding into the room. “What, Momma?” She froze in shock when she saw me.

She started to turn around and leave, but Wanda grabbed her arm and spun the girl around. “Not so fast, missy! Now you tell me what you did to this poor girl!”

“But Momma,” Jessi started. “You said...”

“Don’t start that crap, girl!” Mrs. Greenfield interrupted. “You hypnotized her, didn’t you?”

Jessi bowed her head. “Yeah.”

“This is the same thing that got you into trouble at the last school,” Mrs. Greenfield snapped. “I swear to God, if you ever look at another girl with that intention again, I will personally poke your eyes out!” Wanda looked at us with a hurt expression. “I am so, so sorry!” she said. “I’ll make everything right, I swear.”

She looked at me. “Honey, I’m sorry. When Jessica likes someone, she gets a little crazy.”

I looked at Jessi, then back at her mom. “Likes someone?”

“She doesn’t even have a brother,” Wanda explained. “That was just an excuse. She’s very possessive.” Mrs. Greenfield reached for a long cigarette holder on the table and expertly fitted a cigarette into it, lighting it. “When she... um, likes a girl, she tries to cut her off from her friends and make the girl act crazy. So she’ll be Jessica’s friend because no one else will talk to her.”

“Likes?” Mom asked. “Likes how, exactly?”

“Jessica’s bisexual,” Mrs. Greenfield explained. “She also has a very hard time with people, so if she’s attracted to a girl, she won’t just try to be her friend. As I said, she likes you.”

“How can she like me?” I whined. “I don’t even know Lady Mesmer.” Lady Mesmer??

I stopped in front of Jessi’s home. It was 5:15 AM. She came in close and I kissed her passionately. Yes, I would see her again. Yes, this would be our little secret. Yes, I was in love with her. Yes, yes, yes to any- and everything. Jessi was so awesome!

“Damn, she’s so fucking HOT!” My left hand fingers were sliding into my suddenly moistening pussy before I could even register what I was doing.

Mom looked at me in shock. Wanda did too, then looked accusingly at her daughter. She blew a plume of smoke into the girl’s face. “Jessica...”

“Oh, alright,” Jessi sighed. “Abraxas.”

My hand stopped digging into my cunt. I gingerly removed it and wiped it with a tissue Mrs. Greenfield offered me.

“Jessica has difficulty learning to interact well with others,” Wanda said. She brought the long, glittery cigarette holder to her lips and inhaled. “She’s been to a number of psychiatrists.”

Mrs. Greenfield went on and on about “Jessica’s problems” while she calmly smoked with her long, extravagent cigarette holder. It was so shiny and glittery that soon I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I could see Mom out of the corner of my eye, nodding her head. Damn, this bitch can’t shut up, I thought as I continued to stare at the pretty cigarette holder. I could see that Mom was bored too. Her eyes were fluttering and her head bobbing around like she was about to fall asleep.

I blinked. Jessi was suddenly gone. When had she left the room? Mom was smiling strangely at Wanda Greenfield and slowly sliding down in the seat beside me. She licked her lips suggestively. Mom’s body was going lower and her miniskirt was riding higher, exposing her shaved pubic area. Wait a minute! Mom wasn’t wearing a miniskirt when we came into the house. Mom doesn’t even own a miniskirt!

“Jessica is bisexual,” Wanda was explaining. “Not like me, a true lesbian.”

“What the fuck?” I said, sitting up straight.

Wanda looked over at me. “Oh, you’re awake. I’m sorry.

“Sleepy-Time Gal.”