The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Carrie felt soft lips on hers.

A warm, curious tongue occasionally crossed paths with hers. It entered her mouth briefly, and then retreated. Then the lips again, sucking hers gently. When they next parted, Carrie’s tongue searched ed them, wanting to taste what was beyond. Hands slid up underneath her shirt and left goosebumps in their wake.

She was very close to this person. Their mouths were on each other, and their bodies were too. They pulled each other close, filling in the nooks of space like moving puzzle pieces. Carrie squeezed what she was holding, and her fingers dug into the firm, round curve of denim.

I’m squeezing her butt.

And it was a her, Carrie realized. This soft, delicate, tender person that nibbled on her lip and tugged at her bra strap.

Carrie wasn’t a lesbian. So why was she...? Why were they...?

The clasp released and Carrie’s bra slackened under her shirt. The freedom felt nice for her tits, which ached to be touched.

But not by a girl, right?

Carrie realized that her eyes were closed. With great effort, as if she was forcing herself awake from the deepest of sleep, she opened them and pulled herself off of this lovely mouth. It felt good to breath for a second, though her breath came out husky and labored. She looked into the eyes of her partner, who was just opening them too.

It was Alice. Short red hair. Freckles. And those wet lips...

Carrie knew the name, and she knew the girl. In another context, at least. They were friends. Teammates. They were on the swim team together. They studied together. They certainly didn’t kiss each other, or touch each other.

Alice appeared as stunned and confused as Carrie felt. She pulled her hands out of Carrie’s shirt, and the bra came with them. Alice looked shocked at holding it, like she didn’t even realize she had removed it. Carrie tried to ignore the maddening sensation of her hard nipples against her shirt.

The world beyond Alice opened up. Cheers. A lot of them, a loud chorus of boys and girls, punctuated by whistles and catcalls. The sound erupted out of nothingness, but Carrie had a strange feeling that maybe it was always there.

Carrie stood on musty carpeting at the center of a crowd. The dimly lit room smelled like stale beer. Half their audience had their phones out and shamelessly aimed cameras at the pair. Alice’s pale face was already flushed, but now it turned beet red. Carrie burned hot too, half out of embarrassment, and half out of lingering arousal. What was going on?

This was the last place she expected to be. Just a minute ago she might as well have been in heaven. Now she was in... a basement?

“Good girls!” A voice said through a microphone. He needed a microphone because trap music blared, and vibrated loose objects that littered the room. A bong, some ashtrays, and stray cans of beer.

Carrie smiled nervously, and so did Alice. Carrie didn’t know what was happening, but praise was a good sign, wasn’t it? They had done something good. Even though it was something they had never done before. Even though it was something they—

“...WOULD NEVER DO.” Carrie spat.

How dare he suggest such a thing? It was time to leave. Coming here was a clearly a mistake. A guy like this couldn’t be reasoned with, couldn’t feel shame. He was incapable of it.

“Come on, Alice.” She said, tugging her friend’s arm gently to guide them both out of this rank, sleazy party. But Alice didn’t budge. Carrie turned around to see the petite red head staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at something bright...

“Let’s give our girls another round of applause, shall we?” The cheers renewed, ed by a unified wave of clapping.

For the moment, Carrie’s unease faded. She and Alice soaked in the moment with widening smiles. As she gazed around the room, Carrie clocked a guy with dusty blonde hair as the speaker. Something about him set off alarm bells, but the crowd was still clapping, and the sound dulled her senses.

“Now, I know this is a bit unorthodox. After all, we only do this to Chi Omega girls. Isn’t that right, sluts?”

A wave of high-pitched woos echoed through the basement. It seemed like every girl was half-draped over some guy, with his hands down her pants or up her slinky shirt. They sat in men’s laps and hung off each other’s necks like sultry decorations.

Carrie recognized a handful. They were definitely Chi O . But that was supposed to be a normal sorority, filled with grounded girls. They partied, but not like this. No party had this much touching.

“But I think we can all agree that Carrie and Alice here crashed a private party reserved for Chi O . So I think it’s fair they get the Chi O treatment. Who knows, maybe by the end of the night, they’ll be made honorary !”

A couple guys let out low hoots and woofs, like bulldogs, animal and wild. Carrie started to get nervous again. This was so confusing. Everybody was acting strangely, her most of all. Why was she standing here, braless, at the center of this horny party?

She wanted nothing more than to go back to that place with Alice, where nothing mattered but each other’s bodies. But that place didn’t exist, not really. It was here, in this basement, in front of an audience that eyed them hungrily.

“Now, for my next trick, I’m going to turn up the heat! What do you say we make these girls a little more ravenous?”

The cheers resumed, and they didn’t feel good anymore. They felt sinister. Carrie grabbed Alice’s arm, whose eyes were wide with fear, and in an instant they darted towards the crowd, charging towards the exit, so they could get away from this. But the voice, amplified by microphone, boomed in her skull. “Good girls listen!”

“Good girls... listen...?” Alice asked softly. Her eyes were still affixed the the sphere.

“Alice, we have to... leave...” Carrie said, but her tongue felt clumsy in her mouth. The small globe glowed an impossible hue, ever-shifting, brighter than the sun but so easy on the eyes... So easy to watch...

But they shouldn’t be here any longer, and Carrie couldn’t understand why Alice was transfixed by it, as beautiful as it was. Why was she letting her ex-boyfriend lecture her like this? Especially after what he did to her.

“That’s right, Alice.” Max said with a grin. “Good girls listen. Why don’t you say it again?”

“Good girls listen.” Alice said definitively.

“Alice...” Carrie said, but words were starting to fail her. The orb was too distracting, too all-encoming.

“Don’t you agree, Carrie? Don’t you agree that good girls listen?” A jolt ed through Carrie’s body. She must have been listening a little too closely, because she was surprised at how easily the words came, at how ready she was to respond.

“Good girls listen.”

Her mouth was drooly, and she started to wonder how long she had been standing there with Alice, watching the orb in Max’s hand. How long had she been listening to all that other stuff he was saying?

“One more time, together.” Max instructed.

This was their last chance to tell him to pound sand. This was their last chance to take their eyes off this stupid, beautiful white hole of light and leave before anything else happened.

In unison, Carrie and Alice said in docile tenor, ”Good girls listen.”

Carrie felt forceful, hungry, wet lips on hers. She kissed back, equally hungry, and squeezed a handful of ass. The girl moaned in her mouth, and that was all Carrie needed to know that her partner was as horny as she was.

How did she get here? Carrie couldn’t anything before this moment. They were half-naked and rubbed their bodies against each other with increasing urgency. Carrie grinded her crotch into thigh, and decided that she must only be wearing a pair of panties. Everything else felt bare and raw... so easy to touch and feel.

“Good girls.” An amplified voice said, and a shiver of pleasure ran through her. “I think that’s enough for now. Come here.”

Carrie opened her eyes and saw her friend Alice beneath her. Reluctantly, sluggishly, she pulled herself off of her friend and stood. As much as she wanted to dive back in and ravish her, to get her panties off and start playing with her wet pussy, she knew it was more important to listen to the voice, to obey it.

Wait... why did she want to do all that to Alice again? Through the disorientation, Carrie thought she ed that she was straight.

Some disappointed moans washed over the room. “It was just gettin’ good!” One guy yelled.

“I know, I know! But you know how we do this. It takes a few rounds. It’s probably wearing off right about now, isn’t it?”

Carrie and Alice stood side-by-side in front of the guy who was speaking. They looked at each other, a little unsure what to say. Carrie did feel strange, like she shouldn’t be standing here with her tits out in front of a crowd full of people. Briefly, she tried to muster an ounce of shame, yet her arms continued to hang limply at her side, completely uninterested in covering her naked chest.

Then again, a lot of the girls had their tits out. It would seem that Carrie and Alice weren’t the only ones getting hot and heavy. All over the basement, couples were engaged in various stages of foreplay. Compared to before, only half the crowd was left watching their show, and even they groped and teased each other.

That’s right, there was a before. Before, Carrie and Alice were only kissing with their clothes on. And before that...

“Delete them right now, fucker!” Carrie yelled, but Max only grinned smugly. “I’m serious, asshole. Delete them or I’m calling campus police to this underground party, and your frat chapter gets closed for good!”

Before that was so foggy. God, Carrie was so horny. If she could clear her head with a nice, hard orgasm, maybe it would all come back to her.

“How are you feeling?” Max asked her. That’s right, his name was Max.

“I need to cum.” Carrie said meekly.

Her feelings were a bit more complicated than that. She was confused, nervous, aroused, and even a little scared. But cumming felt like it would solve all of those problems. Whatever trepidation at saying such a thing out loud vanished when Max answered her with a “Good girl.” Carrie smiled, and a little tension left her body. “What about you, Alice?”

It was strange how Alice stood there, arms at her side, staring vacantly at Max. The way she answered him, airy and light, “I need to cum,” she sounded almost entranced. Max toyed with a strange white ball, rotating deftly around and around in one hand. Carrie recognized it, but she ed it being brighter... so much brighter...

“You have no idea how badly I wanted to use this on you when we were together...” Max said to Alice. He stroked her cheek, and her face twitched ever so slightly.

A half-formed recollection returned to Carrie, and she wondered if Alice had ed the same thing. Max and Alice were together. But it didn’t end well. And now, he was holding something over her head. Something they had come here to take care of once and for all.

“You have no idea how many times I thought about it. It would have been so easy. But rules are rules. The Programmer is fraternity property, for fraternity business.”

He turned to Carrie. “Thankfully you made it fraternity business when you threatened us.”

Carrie’s blood turned cold, and for a split second her faculties came back online, her muscles tensed, and she poised herself to run. And then Max said, “Good girls listen,” and Carrie stopped everything she was about to do, because he was about to say something, and good girls listen, and she was a good girl, and so she had to listen, and all the adrenaline and fear that was flooding her body a moment ago seemed to be melting away, because good girls listen, and she wanted to listen. And then the orb in Max’s hand exploded in light.

“I’m serious, asshole. Delete them or I’m calling campus police to this underground party, and your frat chapter gets closed for good!”

Max shrugged, unimpressed. “How about the two of you get on your knees, and share my cock like good little sluts.”

“Fuck you! That’s one thing we would NEVER DO.” Carrie spat.

The rest was a blur. Trying to drag Alice out of there. The orb of light. All of the things Max was saying to them. Like, wouldn’t it be nice to kiss each other? Just give it a try. A peck on the lips. Focus on that, and forget everything else... Good girls. Don’t you like it when I call you that?

Then later, he had told them how horny they were. How badly they needed to cum. How they could make each other cum. And with an audience, no less. Wouldn’t that be hot? You’re feeling hotter. You need to cum. Say it. Say you need to cum and forget the rest.

And they did say it, over and over, until it became true, until they couldn’t hold themselves back from throwing themselves at each other, licking and nuzzling and touching and kissing and disrobing...

And now he was saying something else.

“We want to share you cock,” the girls said in unison, even though that was something they would never do.

“We want to share your cock.” So why did they keep saying it?

“We want to share your cock.” Because he had told them to listen, and then he showed them the orb, and then he told them what they wanted, and that they could forget the rest. “You want to share my cock.” He repeated, and the only thing that made sense was to say it back.

“We want to share your cock.” Carrie was starting to forget. She was starting to forget that this guy was a manipulative asshole. She was starting to forget that he was changing them against their will, that he was turning them into sluts who kissed each other at parties, who groped each other and humped each other and—

“We want to share your cock.” Carrie was starting to forget that she didn’t want to share his cock with Alice. She had already forgotten a bunch of other stuff. Stuff she was just thinking about. Like... who was this guy?

Now, the last thing she wanted to hold on to, that she didn’t want to fall on her knees and suck a cock with her friend Alice, was fading too. She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to.

“We want to share your cock.” She didn’t want to... what again?

“We want to share your cock.” Carrie wanted to share his cock. She wanted to fall on her knees and suck a cock with the sexy redhead waif that stood next to her. Their tits were already out, though Carrie couldn’t when that happened. All the better. Two sluts on their knees should be topless.

Whoever-he-was smiled. “Good girls. But listen. The more you suck it, the sluttier you’ll get.” He said, and then the beautiful ball of light went dark.

What.... am I doing?

Alice dragged her tongue up a hard, slick shaft until it collided with her partner’s, followed by lips, and then she kissed them.

She had been at this for... she didn’t know how long. It was so easy to lose herself in the act. Licking cock, kissing lips. Licking the shaft, then kissing the tip, while her partner did the same. Who knew making out with a girl could be so much fun with a cock in the way?

Then there was the sucking. They took turns, trading it between their mouths. Alice liked watching the other girl do it. The sporty brunette’s gorgeous round breasts caught and glistened with strands of drool.

Who was this girl? The question occurred to Alice out of thin air. She was sharing a cock with her for who knows how long, and she only just thought to ask it. For that matter, who’s cock was this?

It was deep in the brunette’s throat right now, and Alice held her hair back. It was much longer than Alice’s was, and Alice ed holding it while this girl got sick from drinking too much. ed helping fit it into a swim cap. ed braiding it. But never this. Never while she sucked dick.

It took all of Alice’s willpower to turn away from the sordid sight, but she yearned for more context, even more than she yearned to suck that cock again. They were in some dark carpeted room, where other girls were sucking cocks too, or having their pussies stroked, or making out and licking each other’s tits. Music blasted.

So it was some kind of sexy party. But was this the kind of party Alice usually went to?

She didn’t have time to finish her thought. With a gasp, the brunette released the cock, then her hands were on Alice’s head, guiding her down to it, and then it was in her mouth once more. The last thing Alice realized before beginning to suck was that this girl was Carrie, her friend.

Carrie breathed huskily into her ear and planted wet kisses on her face. Why were they doing this together? They had been... kissing. And then... touching. Things had gotten intense. Was any of that real? The cock in Alice’s mouth made it so hard to think. And the more she sucked it, she sluttier she felt.

“Good girl.” It was the guy whose cock she was sucking, and she recognized the voice. A voice she wouldn’t normally want to hear, but now it made her wet.

He’s brainwashing us.

The realization didn’t hit her nearly as hard as it should have. The thought just kind of floated in her head, unobtrusive, waiting to be probed at. Alice knew she must have come across it before. How many times did she let herself forget?

She was sucking cock right now, and that was important. It was a more immediate concern, anyway. She gagged and slobbered on it, deep-throating it to the best of her ability, wondering if all of her effort had anything to do with the brainwashing. It certainly hadn’t started this way. It had started with a couple tentative kisses. But... The more I suck it, the sluttier I get.

“Now you like sucking this cock, don’t you slut?” The voice asked her. The way he asked the question made her guess that she wasn’t supposed to like this. Not normally.

Tell him no. She thought. You’re being brainwashed. See how easy it is to fight this. Stop sucking, and tell him no to his face. And spit on him.

She got the first step right. The cock slid from her lips with a big, long, sluurp! But then her mouth immediately widened into an open smile, and happy sounds came out of it. “Uh huh!!!”

So she was that kind of girl. A smiley, eager one. Alice took the moment as a victory. She hadn’t said the thing she planned on, (and what was that again?) but she did learn something about herself. She was easy, and she liked giving head. Proudly, she ed the spitting thing, so she let a juicy slick glob fall on his cock. It dripped down the side of it alluringly.

Single-mindedly, Carrie attacked the dick with gusto. The first thing she did was lap up Alice’s spit, then held it steady with one hand while her mouth worshiped it one tongue kiss at a time. Before Alice knew it she did the same, and her thoughts melted against the burning hot flesh. Cock... tongue... lips...

Cock... tongue... lips...

Cock... tongue... lips...

Cum... everywhere. Dripping off her face, and off of Carrie’s, and she was licking it, and being licked, and there was more on Carrie’s tits, and she had to taste it all, because she was a slut, and there was even more in Carrie’s mouth, so she just had to kiss her...

He’s brainwashing us.

The thought came back to Alice later, in a moment of fierce clarity. She and Carrie sat side-by-side, legs in the air, rubbing their pussies. It was a slutty thing to do, but Alice felt so fucking slutty right now. Dirty, filthy, horny thoughts flooded her mind as she watched the ensuing orgy.

I want to be fucked like that... I want to be reamed, pounded, drilled...

The rest of the girls at the party, the girls of Chi O, lived Alice’s fantasies. Max had instructed the pair to watch, and to touch themselves, but not to cum. So, that’s what they did. Because... He’s brainwashing us.

Max. Her scumbag ex-boyfriend. They should never have taken the bait, but Carrie was even more furious than Alice about those pictures. He was going to post them... or something, and Carrie thought she could talk him down. Alice should have recognized the empty threats for what they were, but instead they walked into something they weren’t prepared for. Looking back, the photos were chaste compared to what they were doing now. Some guy filmed them from his phone. Two sluts, legs up, rubbing furiously at their cunts. It made Alice gush a bit, and she smiled at the camera.

There was no solace in talking to Carrie. Whenever Alice tried to verbalize anything, the wrong things came out. She tried again anyway.

“So fucking hot...” she said, straining to cum. She had wanted to say she was sorry, but, fuck, this was so fucking hot, and so she said that instead. She was fixated on two girls that she recognized, quiet types mostly known for the corner of the library they staked out every night. But now they were both getting fucked from behind while they made out sloppily. Alice wished that was her and Carrie.

“I need a cock in me.. so bad..” Carrie moaned back. If, like Alice, she was trying to say something else, Alice could never be sure.

Max knelt in front of them and smiled. He held that thing, turning it over in his hand, threatening to turn it on at any moment. Internally, Alice asked herself to stop masturbating, but she couldn’t.

“You girls are almost ready.” He said. “You’ve turned into quite the sluts. I’m sure if I let you, you’d the fun in an instant. But I need you to understand who you’re sluts for. And that’s this fraternity. Everywhere else, for anyone else, you can be yourselves. But for Sigmas, you’ll be the biggest, raunchiest sluts you can be. You love us. You’re obsessed for us. You’re insatiable for us. You got that?”

“Uh huh!” Carrie nodded. “Sluts... for Sigmas!” Was she that far gone? Max hadn’t even said those mind-numbing words, “Good girls listen.” And the orb wasn’t even on. But Carrie repeated after him all the same.

Max regarded Alice, who had yet to answer. “You got that?” He repeated.

Mostly out of frustration, Alice moaned. “Nnnghh!” She needed to cum so fucking bad, but she couldn’t let him finish this final step. So, she channeled her desire into the most defiant sound she could make. Fuck you! She thought. I may be a slut, but I’m not your personal slut!

Max got the message. He looked almost impressed at Alice’s feeble resistance. But her victory was short-lived.

“You will,” he said, then turned on the light.

As the glow took hold of her, Alice steeled herself. Max repeated his little speech, and Alice of course had to listen, but she refused to believe him. I’ll never be a slut for Sigma. She wouldn’t let him change her an inch further. I’ll never be a slut for Sigma. No matter how many times he said it. I’ll never be a slut for Sigma. I’ll never be a...

Never be a—

Slut.

For Sigma...

Slut... for Sigma...

Slut for Sigma...

The sun beat down on the students who dotted the quad.

“Yeah, we’re not doing that.” Alice said dismissively. Carrie stifled a laugh. Their solicitor was a tanned, widely built bro, who held cans of cheap beer in both hands.

“Come on! I heard you were totally down for stuff like that.”

Alice raised an eyebrow. “And where did you hear that?”

“Fuck man, forget it. I knew you were fucking prudes.” The guy took a sip of one of his beers and tossed it to the side upon realizing it was empty. It landed softly on the lawn.

When he walked away, Alice and Carrie allowed themselves to laugh in amazement. “Can you believe that?” Carrie asked.

“For real. Who’s spreading rumors that we’re down to just make-out for any random guy that asks us to? Fucking gross.”

Alice sighed. This was an afternoon campus barbecue for God’s sake, not some rager. And even if it was, Carrie and Alice weren’t those kinds of girls. Alice made a mental note to ask around. Her ex-boyfriend was a good place to start, but she thought they sorted out that whole thing with the photos...

“I’m gonna get a cup of wine. Do you want some?” Carrie asked.

“Nah. I have class after this. Thanks though.”

Carrie left Alice to awkwardly mingle amongst the crowd. She was no good at parties, even tame ones like this. Which wasn’t to say she couldn’t have fun. It just took the right crowd to make her feel at ease, like a group of friends. Or...

Alice caught herself before her mind started to wander. This was not the place to daydream.

She adjusted her top’s spaghetti straps, which slipped off one shoulder. She had gone bra-less today, which worked for the outfit, but it meant she had to be all the more careful about how it hung, or of bending over in front of the wrong guy.

Meanwhile, Alice tracked her friend from a distance, counting the seconds until her return. Carrie had her wine, but she was caught in a conversation with Pia, a nice girl they both knew from Chi Omega. They animatedly exchanged pleasantries, and Carrie laughed at something Pia had said. The pair had gotten closer with a lot of the girls from that sorority over the past couple weeks. Alice figured she’d the conversation.

Then Pia took Carrie by the hand, and pulled her away. Whatever Pia had said lit some kind of fire, because the last thing Alice saw before they rounded the corner of the imposing Psych hall was Carrie biting her lip in rapt anticipation.

There was Alice’s cue to call it a day. She enjoyed hanging on the sun-soaked lawn, but not if it meant doing it idly by herself. She could kill time studying before class anyway.

That was when a hand smacked her ass from behind, and squeezed.

“What the fuck, dude!” Alice yelled in shock, but an arm pulled her close and grabbed one breast over her shirt. Whoever held her was strong.

“Come on, slut. Don’t you want me?” Warm, beer-heavy breath wafted out of his mouth, and a disgusted chill ed through her until she realized—

“Oh...” Flush heat radiated from within her chest until her skin burned pink. It had taken a second to recognize his voice, but now that she did... Her tummy turned over with butterflies.

“Hi Tucker...” she said flirtatiously, and wiggled her ass against his crotch. This wasn’t just any random guy, this was a Sigma, only the most hottest, most sexiest, gush-worthy boys on campus. Alice was obsessed with them. She turned towards his close face and gave him a searing kiss, still swaying her ass against his crotch.

“Let’s go somewhere a little more private.” Tucker teased her nipple with his thumb and Alice let out a needful moan. Sigmas made her soooo fucking horny.

“Mmmm... Why’s that? You wanna fuck my wet little pussy, don’t you?” Alice teased, but it felt more like begging. It was difficult to tease Sigmas. They were too fucking irresistible. When a Sigma was near, her brain simplified into its basest, most depraved instincts. Predictably, the notion of missing her next class was promptly pushed out of her head when a new, hotter thought entered.

“Or maybe... you want my ass?” She wiggled it again, half to tempt him, but mostly because it felt so good to grind with him. “Wouldn’t that be like, so fucking hawt?”

His firm cock pressed against her, and he growled lowly in her ear. “We’ll see.” But Alice knew he was an ass man, and now that she put the idea in his head, she was probably going to get it there. She couldn’t wait.

He tugged her violently, away from this boring party and towards something much more exciting. Ohmigod, like, maybe Carrie and Pia would be there too! And who knows how many other Sigmas? Fuck... nothing was hotter than an impromptu Sigma party. Her head danced with the images of body shots, foam, oil and toys. Of yelling “Wooooo!!!” with all the other girls, and flashing their tits while some Sigma sprayed them with champagne.

That guy from before must have seen the encounter, because on their way out, Alice noticed him wearing an expression of disbelief while she let Tucker drag her along. She couldn’t hold back her giggles. It was a bit hypocritical to have been so mean to him before, but what could she say?

She was such a slut for Sigmas.