The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Good girls listen…” Doris nodded obediently. Her tits were huge, her ass pressing into the fabric of the chair and her uniform was so tight it felt like it was about to rip off.

But good girls listened…

Doris smiled, vaguely, ing how often she’d told cheerleaders to listen, as part of a drill or when they were getting ready. But now, she listened.

Because she was a good girl.

And Good Girls Listened.

“I bet you’re wondering what you’re good for now, beside’s being cheerleaders with your big jugs and sexy asses.” The voice continued, and the screens showed other cheerleaders, just like them, curvy and slutty, doing their routines.

In fact…

Doris blinked, part of her mind trying to shake off the fuzz. That was Marie Chen on the screen. She’d graduated last year, not marching or anything, just getting her diploma by mail. She’d been the cheerleading team captain before Doris, even though she was short, but now…

Doris giggled at the way her tits bounced and swayed with every move, and wondered how happy Marie was to have a rack like that.

In fact, every time Marie’s skirt flew up, she wasn’t wearing panties or bike shorts, showing off her pussy with every bounce, right before she turned around and bent over, flipping the skirt up to show off her full ass.

“See how happy they are!” the voice continued. “I bet you just wanna bring yourself off to that, thinking about all the guys watching and masturbating… And now you can as well!”

Doris blinked and the moaned softly. Her pussy was just aching her folds swollen and damp and her clit was just….

She bit her full lip, missing that wonderful feeding tube and licked her lips.

“Just imagine some guys watching you!” the cheerful voice continued. “Don’t you wanna give them a special show?”

Doris giggled. There were always guys watching them during their drills. And that had been before they’d all gotten so sexy! She cupped one heavy tit, moaning as she felt the way the fabric had just been stretched by the new boobs she had.

But now they needed another show. She dropped her hand from her top and pulled her skirt up, tracing the outlines of her vagina under the soaked fabric of her panties. They were swollen, sensitive and Doris whimpered at the thought that the one thing she wanted most wasn’t in the van.

She’d have to do with her fingers… and she would. She slipped them under her panties, hissing in delight as she touched herself, gasping at the image of doing this on the stage, her knees apart lewdly displaying herself to all the wonderful men who were watching her. Her fingers were already slick and she closed her eyes, thinking of the other girls, not just the ones in the van, but the whole team with her, all their legs apart, their pussies exposed, skin shining with their sex juices…

“Yes…” Doris moaned.

“Just think of those guys how hot it is!”

“Yes…” Kyoko said, arching her back and the other girls were doing the same, the van full of moans and whimpers.

Doris slipped the first fingers into her slit, her muscles grabbing them and massaging them, as she wondered if it would be the football team or the construction workers she’d seen. They’d be watching them, flies open, stroking their own cocks, looking at them with their powerful gazes… Another finger, and now Doris was rubbing her clit with her thumb.

Yes. Harder, faster…. She could imagine it now, the men coming up to the stage, standing over them, stroking their cocks… ready to offer them…

Doris licked her lips. Next to her, she heard Maria grunting like an animal in heat, before she started talking.

“Spray it all over me, spray it onto my hair, make me your fucking slut!” Maria’s words dissolved into moans as she kept working her pussy, just like the lady told them they should do and Good Girls Listened…

Now she had most of her hand thrusting into her pussy, arching her back and she was tight but she could take it…

“Yess….” Doris moaned, shuddering as the Van bounced over some rocks, and turned down a wooded driveway.

She didn’t care, she needed to cum, she needed to show all the men that they could cum over her…

She closed her eyes, and went back to the fantasy. Now the men were jerking off, their cocks firing thick steams of semen onto her face and hair and body, anointing the cheerleaders’ heaving tits and curvy bodies with the hot, sticky fluid.

Yes—yes! And with that, Doris came arching and screaming in release, the small van full of the sound of the girls’ cries of orgasmic delight.

Then she was sagging back into the seat, every muscle quivering.

“Wasn’t that neat!” the lady on the screen said.

“Yas….” Doris slurred out.

“So why don’t you take off your panties, so next time, you don’t have to worry about ’em! You can do it!”

Doris nodded. She raised her hips, her toned body still quivering.

“And now!” The woman said, jumping up and down the screen showing her boobs bouncing, rivulets of her juices dripping down her legs. “It’s time to go to camp!”

Doris blinked. They were here?

Slowly she started to feel an alarm. They were going to go out with their huge tits and asses, and… Their pussies dripping from the orgasm. The coach would…

“Now don’t you worry, because Good Girls Listen!”

Doris’s mind went blank for a moment. That was right. She shouldn’t worry.

“And besides, your coach will be waiting for you, and she’s super excited for the new training…”

Doris lay back. It seemed easier to just relax… and soon enough the van stopped.

Doris looked as the automated doors opened and then stared.

Coach Sheila was there. Kneeling on the ground. Smiling… her tits were huge, and she was wearing a cheerleading uniform.

“Like hiyee!” she squealed.

Doris giggled. She looked so funny down on the ground. Doris wondered if that was a special new cheerleading move, but it looked cool, and Coach Sheila looked super hot.

And without another word, because Good Girls Listen, Doris got out of the car.

She didn’t care about the juices running down her legs anymore.