The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jamie was lost again. She’d lived here for… how many months? A year? She couldn’t , but definitely long enough to know her way around. And yet she didn’t. She felt like Jelly lived down in this wing of the compound, but where the hell was Jelly anyways? Jamie hadn’t seen her in forever. She came to a junction, took a break to catch her breath, then took a left, because why not, and aimlessly wiggled down another pastel, wood-ed hallway.

Her thighs, encased in black yoga pants, rubbed together making a swishing sound. As soon as she made enough money, she was buying herself a thigh gap. Her boobs stretched out the gray sweatshirt she’d barely been able to pull over her bust. She had a snapback baseball cap on backwards and fresh shell toes on her feet. It was her version of a college student for a big porno scene.

The storyline starred Jamie Doll and Glen as two college students who were lab partners. Glen was a frat boy who accidentally invented a “slut potion” and was, of course, secretly dosing his lab partner played by Jamie Doll. She had started off as a big fat mess who thought Glen was gross, but now she was basically a sex goddess who thought Glen was amazing.

She heard voices down the corridor and found the set. When she entered a hush fell over the room, which gave way to some quiet laughing and whispering. It was hot and crowded. It seemed like all the boys in the compound were on set. At least 20 of them. Were they all there to watch her and Glen?

“Finally! There she is!” Cat called out over the crowd, “everyone let’s give a big round of applause for Jamie Doll, our star!” The boys clapped. A couple of whistles. Jamie felt like a movie star. She kinda was a movie star, after all. Or at least Jamie Doll was.

She saw Glen and inched her way towards him, trying to hold her tits together to make it through the crowd. But the boys kind of closed in around her. She felt hands on her and she was pressed forward and out in front of the cameras.

Jamie felt happy with Glen. He was perched on a stool at a lab table. She pulled two stools together and sat down next to him. She gave him a little kiss on the cheek, barely able to reach him through her own cleavage.

“Everyone’s really excited about today,” Glen said.

“Everyone?” Jamie said, a little confused.

“Yeah. Today’s the big gangbang scene,” Glen said, “didn’t you know?”

“Oh, yeah. I mean… no. I guess I didn’t,” Jamie stammered. She felt her heartbeat in her throat. She realized all the boys were dressed in tank tops and cargo shorts, baggy jeans and frat tees. They stared at her like a ravenous pack. “I guess I didn’t get the script.”

Cat strutted over in her black jeans and slub polo. She had a big grin. Jamie swallowed.

“Okay, Jamie Doll,” Cat said, “What’s happening in this scene is that Glen is sharing you with all his fraternity brothers. You’re going to love this, Jamie Doll.”

“Okay, Cat,” Jamie said, her eyes losing focus. Jamie sank back into a dark recess. Jamie Doll stretched out, filling her skin. Jamie Doll was going to love this. Jamie Doll loved gangbangs. But Jamie Grace, somewhere deep down, wasn’t so sure. She pulled a baggie of coke out of her cleavage and did a little bump for courage. Her hand shook.

“Are you alright, Jamie Doll?” Cat asked. She placed her hand on Jamie’s chin and gave her a little kiss on the lips. Jamie Doll felt her pussy tingle in anticipation.

“Yeah, I’m super duper, Cat.” Jamie Doll said.

“Good,” Cat said, “the boys have taken tabs of OverLoad, so this is going to be messy.”

“OverLoad? Oh, okay that will be… fun,” Jamie Doll said weakly. OverLoad was a drug that made the boys produce more cum. Like a lot more. No wonder the vibe seemed a little hostile. The guys were dying to empty their nuts. Good thing Jamie Doll was here!

“I’m glad you’re here, Jamie Doll” Glen said. Jamie Grace smiled at him as she sank into the darkness of her own mind. Jamie Grace could count on sweet, thoughtful Glen. He was her work husband. He was her protector.

Glen looked at her blankly, “My balls feel like they’re going to explode.”

Cat called “Action!”

Jamie Doll was surrounded. She tried to do some cute acting, but she felt her feet leave the ground and her butt jiggle roughly as her yoga pants got stripped off. Her pussy was dripping wet—Jamie Doll was a pro after all—but suddenly a dick was in her and she didn’t even know who was fucking her. She gasped as she felt a finger push into her asshole and her mouth was abruptly filled with a hard cock.

“Let’s get those milk jugs out,” a gruff voice laughed. Jamie Doll tried to pull her head off the dick she was sucking so her top could come off, but a hand forced her head back down. Her sweatshirt was ripped in half and her tits spilled out. Two sets of hands had her legs spread and more hands were on her shoulders and arms and she wasn’t touching the ground. She was dangling, face down, three feet off the linoleum floor. The boys closed in tighter and groped her savagely. She felt tongues on her back and hands pulling at her butt and her tits and her hair. Her ass was shaking so hard she could barely feel it when the first massive load sprayed all over it. Her tits were pulled to the sides and a mouth sucked greedily on each nipple. Her hands gripped two cocks and she did her best to stroke, but someone new was furiously fucking her from the back and she felt like she was about to climax and she had no control of her body. Whoever was face fucking her nutted and Jamie Doll frantically swallowed so she could breathe. She guzzled it all down and got flipped over on her back and tossed onto the tabletop. Her tits were grabbed and forced together by two sets of hands. She felt lube pouring down and then her tits were getting fucked and her pussy was being pounded and her throat was getting stretched as a fat dick slid into her mouth.

“Goddamn, this whore is so hot,” a voice snarled. The words split into Jamie Doll’s head like a hot, metal spike. Out of the dark compartment in her mind, Jamie Grace screamed silently that she wasn’t a whore.

She wasn’t a whore! She was a star! Jamie Doll was a star!

Jamie Doll opened her eyes to see who had been totally rude, but a thick rope of cum splashed into her face and she gurgled and she felt blind and then there was more cum pouring down her throat and hot jizz was oozing out of her pussy and lube was pouring down making her whole body fuckslick and a dick was slowly being shoved up her ass and she tried to scream but another cock was in her mouth. Someone bit her nipple, while another cock titfucked her and Jamie Doll orgasmed again. Cum dripped out of her ass and suddenly, through the bright lights and the bodies and the cum in her eyes…

She saw Charlie. It was like a cold, bright spotlight hit Jamie Grace, cowering in the dark shelter of her mind. Jamie Grace convulsed, as Jamie Doll slid out of her mental cockpit.

Charlie! No, not Charlie! He couldn’t see her like this! Charlie stood there with his big strong arms crossed. He looked sad.

Jamie’s spine turned to ice. What the fuck was happening to her!?

What was she doing!?

What was she… What the fuck was she!?

Jamie Grace exploded into consciousness, coughing and shrieking. With an adrenaline-fueled strength she managed to sit up, battling through the weight of her own enormous tits and the men pressing against her. She flopped off the lab table and stumbled, then crawled to her knees. She was plastered in cum. She could hear herself crying.

“Let’s get a towel!” Cat said.

Jamie knelt on a chair, pressing her bust into the back of it, shielding herself. Spitting sent more cum running down her cleavage. She hid her face. She hoped they weren’t still filming.

“What’s wrong, Jamie Doll? You’ve filmed with all these boys before. You’re safe here,” Cat said.

“I, like, got a little overwhelmed,” Jamie squeaked out in a little voice. “I just wasn’t really prepared,” she stuttered, “and I got a little scared is all.” Jamie was already feeling better. Cat forced a straw in her mouth and she drank some liquid that tasted like rum and coke and pills. That was just what she needed. She could breathe again. She breathed deep and in her mind, Jamie Grace fell backwards into the darkness and Jamie Doll the star, the moneymaker, the fuckdoll was back in control.

“Are you okay, Jamie Doll?” Glen said. He was kneeling down next to her. He still had his clothes on. Sweet Glen. Thoughtful, kind Glen.

“I’m okay, Glen,” Jamie Doll sniffed. “Really, I’m okay.”

Jamie Doll leaned on a chair, her hands and tits resting against the chair back. Glen and all the boys—everyone looked concerned.

Charlie was gone. Maybe he wasn’t ever there.

“I’m okay, really. I just got a little overwhelmed.”

“Let’s get a round of applause for Jamie Doll,” Cat said. Everyone clapped respectfully. Some of the boys even said they loved her. She blew kisses and laughed a little. She wiped away tears and her fingers cut a trail through the semen on her cheeks. She licked her cummy fingers and felt a little flash of pleasure burst in her clit, like a match head igniting and leaving a lingering heat.

Jamie Doll couldn’t what she’d been so upset about! She was having super hot sex, which was something Jamie Doll couldn’t get enough of! She needed a dickey in her!

Jamie Doll looked at Glen and bit her lower lip. She eyed his crotch and raised her eyebrows. She flared her hips, inviting Glen to fuck her. She needed that big dick in her right now!

“You sure, Jamie Doll?” Glen said.

“The show must go on, baby,” Jamie Doll said in a playful, bimbo voice. The sponsor was paying big money for this scene and Jamie Doll wanted that cash and Jamie Doll loved getting fucked.

Jamie Doll didn’t quit.

“That’s why you’re a star, Jamie Doll,” Cat said and retreated back to her director chair.

Glen pulled out his big cock. He was already rock hard; Jamie Doll was dripping wet.

“Fuck me, daddy. Slap my fat ass,” Jamie Doll said, through her cum-stained lips.

Glen entered her from behind and Jamie Doll gasped and leaned her head back, looking down her little nose at the camera lens. Her ass recoiled and rebounded like a hurricane tide as his hips drove into her, and her tits heaved forward with every thrust and his tongue was in her mouth and she heard Cat call ‘action’ and Jamie Doll climaxed. Her pussy spasmed so hard it pushed Glen’s cock out of her and she would have collapsed, but Glen held her up by her tiny waist, then he was thrusting into her again and the boys pressed in.

Cat said the camera loved her because Jamie Doll was a star.

“Jamie Doll is still unstable!” Charlie said, slumped in a control room chair staring at the screens. Cat understood why he was upset. She was upset too.

On the monitor, Jamie Doll was peacefully sleeping, smart mattress cradling her absurd body. Cat had her subconscious messaging cranked up. The audio feed relayed quiet babbling that worked on Jamie’s brain every night. Cat had to cut the sound to the control room; she could feel it probing her own skull.

“You have an effect on her, Charlie. She sees you and her programming glitches.” Cat said. Cat pressed a few buttons and woke Jamie Doll. On screen, Jamie rubbed her eyes and looked momentarily surprised by her breasts, then flopped her head down in defeat.

Jamie’s wall screen flicked on—Chi Chi was cradling her huge jugs. Cat watched as Jamie automatically reached for her vibrator and spread her legs. Cat involuntarily touched herself.

“We’re going to increase her anxiety and dosages,” Cat said, a little flustered, “but really, there’s nothing to do except be patient.”

Charlie tapped his heel on the ground, legs spread wide in the chair. Cat could see the outline of his dick in his tro leg. He was getting hard watching the screen. “Just finish her,” Charlie said.

“She’ll be getting an upsetting call from her ‘attorney’ tomorrow,” Cat said happily.

“Do whatever you need to do.”

Jamie Doll jiggled on a glassy black stage in platform heels, spilling out of a leather bunny corset, which didn’t quite manage to hold up her tits.

Jamie Doll grabbed a chrome stripper pole and twirled lazily. She leaned back against the pole, which slipped in between her huge ass cheeks, and slid down into a squat. The music throbbed—‘Push it, Push it! Watch me work it, I’m perfect!’ the singer insisted. Jamie Doll placed her hands on her knees, spread her legs open, and gave the camera a wink. They were filming today on the ‘Strip Club’ set. As Jamie leaned forward and pressed her tits into the stage, a couple of the boys threw loose piles of cash at her. It was all for her. Well, for her and the Twins.

The Twins danced on either side of her in their own overflowing bunny suits. It was a total squad goals moment. Even better, Charlie was sitting at the rail! Like the night they’d met…

A flash of Jamie Grace’s past, slinging drinks at a strip club, streaked into her mind then evaporated as she felt her nipples harden against the cold stage. Waiting tables was so long ago. She wasn’t that person anymore.

Jamie Doll resented Jamie Grace and what a dumb fuckup she was. Jamie Grace had even looked down on the dancers back then for being sluts, but she had been super stupid to think that because actually the dancers made so much money. Jamie Doll grabbed handfuls of cash and stuffed them into her cleavage.

“Okay, cut!” Cat yelled, “you all look fantastic. Let’s take five.”

Jamie Doll wiggled her fat ass seductively as she strutted through a beaded curtain into their champagne room where some refreshments were set up. She could feel Charlie following her. She snorted a line and mixed a drink to chase down some pills. She felt so great today. Like every edge was sanded round and everything she touched was velvet.

Charlie waved some beads out of his face and leaned against the wall. She tossed her hair, sucked her drink through a straw, and looked up at him with her big, green eyes. Jamie Doll was giving Charlie the view he would get if only he let her suck his big, thick dick.

“Can I do something for you, Charlie,” Jamie Doll breathed suggestively. Jamie Doll felt like the 8th Wonder of the World. Charlie smiled with an open mouth, then face suddenly got serious.

“I’ve got your lawyer on the phone, Jamie.” Charlie said.

Her mood collapsed. Shit. More Jamie Grace shit for Jamie Doll to deal with! She groaned as she grabbed the cellphone.

“Jamie Grace?” The voice on the other end asked.

“I’m, like, not even her anymore!” Jamie Doll whined into the phone.

“I’m sorry… am I speaking to Jamie Grace?”

“I guess so, but like, I’m moving on with my life! Gawd!”

“Well, be that as it may…” her lawyer droned on and on about how the state was pressing charges, which was totally unfair. It was costing her money. It didn’t look good and right now she was a fugitive from justice anyway. Blah, blah, blah. God, he was so boring.

“So, what do I need to do?”

“Ms. Grace, you need to flee the country. You’re going to need a private plane. Do you know anyone with that kind of wherewithal?”

“Wherewithal?”

“Do you know anyone who can transport you to a different country?”

“Uhm,” Jamie thumbed her lip. She looked around like she could find the answer right there in the champagne room. “Uhm…” Jamie said. Suddenly, she had a brainwave, “Maybe my sponsor could help? Mr. Saito’s rich!”