The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“I’m home.” That was all. Three words after three days of absolute silence.

She didn’t ask how her daughter was. She didn’t ask if she had cried during her absence, or if Leah had to stay extra hours to take care of her. She didn’t apologize.

She didn’t give explanations.

Steven left work as soon as he got the message. He didn’t mention the reason to his boss, just said it was urgent. When he got home, there was a black truck parked in the driveway. He didn’t recognize it.

When he opened the door, he heard murmurs in the kitchen. Female voices. He approached slowly, not knowing what to expect.

And then he saw them.

Ana, Emma, Tasha, Leslie. And Maya in the center.

Steven stood in the doorway.

“Leave us alone,” Maya said.

The women obeyed in unison. All except Ana.

Ana stayed a second longer. Her gaze was fixed on Steven, and it wasn’t a look of curiosity. It was a withering glare.

“Go,” Maya ordered.

Ana obeyed.

The door closed. The sound was a dry thud that echoed through the house.

Steven and Maya were alone in the kitchen.

He looked at her.

“Where have you been?” he asked. His voice came out weaker than he wanted.

“That doesn’t matter,” Maya whispered. “We need to talk.” “Of course it matters,” he answered, raising his voice. “I need to know where my wife was these three days!” Maya didn’t look at him. She stayed silent, head down.

“Steven...” she said, and her voice sounded broken. “I need time.” “Time for what?” “To think,” Maya said, lifting her gaze. “To find myself. To know who I am.” “And who are you?” Steven asked, his voice trembling. “Who are you, Maya?” She shook her head. A tear rolled down her cheek.

“That’s the problem,” she whispered. “I don’t know. That’s what I need to figure out.” Steven leaned on the table to keep from falling.

“Don’t you love me anymore?” Maya didn’t answer for a few seconds.

“I don’t know.” Steven noticed her face was shiny. She was sweating even though it was cold.

“Are you okay?” Steven asked, his voice tense. Despite everything, he worried about her.

Maya nodded, but her breathing was uneven. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly, and her cheeks were flushed.

“Maya, what’s wrong?” Steven insisted, stepping toward her.

“Nothing,” she said, stepping back. “I just need time,” she repeated, her voice coming out sharp.

Steven looked at her closely. He saw her chest rising and falling with breathing too fast. He saw her legs moving slightly, as if she couldn’t stay still.

“You’re not okay,” Steven said, his voice a whisper. “What’s happening to you, Maya?

Tell me.” Maya shook her head. Another tear rolled down her cheek.

“I just need time,” Maya said, her voice breaking. “I need to find myself.” “And the baby?” he asked.

“I’ll come see her very soon. Just give me a few days to get settled,” she said, breathing through her mouth.

“Where will you stay?” “With the girls... I have to go,” she said, standing up.

Steven tried to take her hands.

“No, please,” she said, pushing him away. “No.” As she turned her back to leave, Steven noticed the fabric of her pants darkening slightly at the crotch. It wasn’t big enough to be urine. It was more like a small damp spot.

—When she came out, the girls were waiting for her at the door.

“How do you feel?” Ana said, ing a cold cloth over her forehead.

“Not great. Let’s go.” The girls took her by the arms. They practically carried her to the car. Her legs were crossed.

As they pulled away, Ana, who was next to her, began to pull down her pants. They were already wet.

Her thong was harder to remove. It was stuck. That sticky liquid had invaded everything.

Maya kept panting.

When she finally managed to remove the thong, Maya jerked backward. Her head almost hit the seat if Ana hadn’t protected her with her hand.

“Oh god. Oh god,” Maya murmured, touching her vagina that was contracting once again. She couldn’t help it. Since that morning in the hotel, it hadn’t stopped moving.

Opening and closing, no matter what she was doing.

Her lips, swollen-or maybe that was their new size now-never quite closed. They were spread apart like a red flower. Waiting.

Ana slid her hand along Maya’s thigh, feeling the heat emanating from her crotch. She gave a dry slap over her vulva, right in the center, with her open hand. Maya shuddered and let out a stifled moan.

Ana slapped again, harder. Maya dug her nails into Ana’s legs and squeezed. Ana didn’t complain. She kept slapping rhythmically. Harder and harder.

Emma, on Maya’s other side, began to pull down her sweater. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her lady didn’t like wearing underwear.

Emma slid the sweater off Maya’s shoulders and let it fall onto the seat. Maya’s breasts were exposed, huge, firm, with nipples already erect.

Emma leaned in and took one of Maya’s nipples between her lips. She sucked, squeezing. Maya pulled her hair. Emma started tugging on her nipple.

Ana stopped slapping. Instead, she slid two fingers along the edge of Maya’s vulva, feeling the wet heat emanating from her. She went in. It was hot. Burning.

Maya opened her mouth. No sound came out. Just a long exhale.

Ana put in a third finger. Maya barely felt the difference. Her flower opened wider. She wanted more.

Ana put in a fourth.

“Do you like it?” she whispered in her ear.

Maya nodded and then kissed her. It was an intense exchange. Maya tended to salivate a lot and didn’t pull away easily. Ana could barely breathe.

Finally, Ana put her whole fist inside. Maya opened her mouth for a second, but didn’t stop kissing her.

“Do you want us to stop for food?” Tasha asked from the driver’s seat.

Maya didn’t answer. It was hard for her to think in that state, and she almost always was.

—When the car door opened, Raul was already waiting for her.

Maya got out slowly. Her legs were trembling, and half her body was bathed in her own juices.

“I got the car dirty again...” she told him, blushing.

Raul took a quick look at the car. There was a puddle.

“Don’t worry. One of your girls will wash it later.” Maya nodded. Just like her girls.

Raul took her by the arms and led her to the hood of the car.

Her girls spread her legs. She felt like a gymnast being pulled by the legs to see how far she could stretch.

The hot metal burned the back of her thighs, but Maya didn’t complain. She couldn’t.

Her breathing was fast, ragged, and her eyes were fixed on Raul.

Her vulva glistened.

Raul, with his index finger, brushed the edge of her lips. Maya held her breath.

Raul didn’t go in. He just traced the edge. He kept touching her, moving his finger in circles around her entrance.

Maya opened her mouth. Her lips trembled.

“I... need it,” she stammered, looking at him.

“Excuse me?” Raul asked.

Maya swallowed. She had a strand of saliva hanging from her lower lip.

“I need it,” she repeated, louder this time, but still trembling. “I need it inside. Please.” The strand of saliva fell onto her chest, onto one of her erect nipples.

“What is it you need?” Raul asked, moving his finger in circles.

Maya felt like she was suffocating. The words wouldn’t come out. Her mouth opened and only saliva came out.

“You...” she finally said. “I need you. Inside.” “I’m not sure,” Raul said, moving his finger in circles around her entrance. “What about your husband?” Maya took a deep breath.

“He won’t find out,” she murmured.

“Would you care if he did?” “Huh?” Maya was red.

“Tell me, would you care if he found out?” he finally said, slipping his pinky inside her.

If her girls hadn’t been holding her, Maya would have twisted.

“Pleeease...” Maya said with foam at her mouth. “Pleeease.” “Would you care if Steven found out?” “Mmmm” Maya resisted answering.

Raul pulled his hand away from her. He didn’t step back. He waited.

Maya’s vulva kept opening and closing violently, expelling a few drops in the process.

“No,” Maya stammered.

“No what?” he questioned.

“I wouldn’t care...” “Sure?” “Yes.” “I don’t know if I believe you,” Raul said, pressing his palm over her entire vulva.

Maya shuddered, despite how well the girls were holding her.

“Please,” she begged.

“Would you mind if I took a picture?” he said, closing his hand.

Maya opened her mouth. Her eyes fixed on him. For a second, it seemed like she was going to say no. But then she felt his hand against her vulva, felt the heat.

And she knew what she had to do.

“No,” she whispered. “I don’t mind.” Raul smiled.

“Bring me her phone,” he ordered one of her girls.

When he had it, he unlocked it with Maya’s face.

He knelt in front of her, right where the camera would capture the center of the image:

Maya’s vulva, red and wet. A little higher, her bare breasts, lubricated by her own saliva. And as a final touch, Maya’s face: flushed cheeks, staring straight at the camera.

The flash blinded her for an instant.

“Should we send it?” Raul asked, showing it to her.

Maya looked at it for a second. Then she looked at him. And looked at the photo again.

“Yes.” “You know who to?” “Yes.” “Do you care?” “No.” Raul put the phone in front of her. She watched him go into her chat. Into her conversation with Steven. Attach the photo. And send it.

A click. And a goodbye to what was once her old life.

—“I got the hole wrong again, sorry,” Raul whispered in her ear, with a smile she couldn’t see.

He was on top of her. They were still on the car. Maya was on her back, ass up, cheeks pressed against the hot metal. The girls held her, keeping her open.

Raul had first gone into her vagina. A couple of thrusts. Good thrusts. Maya begged for more.

And then, without warning, Raul pulled out and put it in her ass.

Maya opened her mouth. The pain was a lash that ran down her spine. Her nails dug into the hood.

“Don’t stop,” she panted.

Raul had no intention of stopping. He moved with deliberate slowness, feeling her resist and slowly open around him. He moved between one hole and the other. Once in the vagina. Then in the ass. Then back in the vagina. No rhythm. No warning. No asking permission.

Maya didn’t know when he was going in or where. She only knew that every time he did, her body tensed and then surrendered.

Next to her face, her phone vibrated. It was Steven. Maya had only read a few words before letting it fall.

Divorce. Bitch. Hate.

Then another one.

I’m taking the girl away from you.

Maya read Steven’s message. The words hovered in her mind for a few seconds.

Then, she felt the tip of Raúl’s cock pressing against her anus. Her body tensed.

At first, her anus was a closed point-a tight muscle putting up resistance. Raúl pushed forcefully. It opened just enough to let the tip inside. Then it snapped shut, as if trying to expel him.

Maya’s anus began to tremble. The muscles contracted and relaxed in rapid succession. Opening. Closing. Opening. Closing. As if it didn’t know what to do. As if it were fighting against itself.

And little by little, the image of Steven and Bree faded from her mind. She felt only the heat-the pressure and the pleasure spreading through her entire body.

The phone ended up lying on the floor, still vibrating.

To be continued...