The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Owen was scouring the maze of small lanes and back alleys in Brunchester City which made up the metropolis’ renowned Artisan Quarter of quirky, independent traders. He was searching for the perfect Valentines gift for his girlfriend, Gwen.

It was a novel experience for the self-confessed young geek. Gwen was his first ever girlfriend. Even now he wasn’t quite sure how that had happened. Despite only being 19, Owen had already assumed he was doomed to a lifetime of lonely virgin loser nerdom, with only his hand for sexual company.

That was before last autumn, when he had first met Gwen in a tavern brawl. Not an actual tavern, or an actual brawl of course, but the kind of fight that involved rolling a D20 at the local Dungeons & Dragons club night. The 18-year-old brunette nerdette was rather plain and flat chested, not that Owen was anything to write home about either, but somehow, in a room full of desperate young male geek misfits, Gwen, the new and only girl, had latched onto him. A couple of one-off Quests, then a permanent Party playing group later, and the rest, as they say, was history.

He was frustratingly still a virgin though. So far, he and Gwen had only advanced to the heavy petting stage. Hence Owen’s search today for the perfect Valentines gift. Next week would be their first ever Valentines Day together, and he was certain that if he could only find the prefect gift, then Gwen would finally be ready to have sex with him.

All those lustful desires were swirling around in the ether, when Owen, who thought he’d already seen every shop in the Artisan Quarter, stumbled across ‘Loki’s Gift Emporium’ down the most unlikely of tiny back alleys. To describe the shop’s front a garish would be doing a disservice to disturbingly vivid and tasteless things everywhere. Yet somehow, it almost radiated the promise of the perfect gift within. Certain he would finally find what he was looking for, Owen stepped inside.

The Emporium was every bit the Aladin’s Cave of quirky gifts the outside had promised. He had barely browsed a couple of items when the owner materialised by his side, as if from thin air. Fortunately, Owen had seen the Jim Carrey film The Mask, and so was not totally freaked out. Because the owner had clearly decided the best way to sell his bright assortment of bric-a-brac, was to channel the whole Loki’s Emporium / Norse god vibe, by adopting the Jim Carrey / Loki character’s painted green face, wide brimmed hat and sharp yellow suit!

“Well, hello there young man. After the perfect gift for the little lady no doubt” the Loki-likie owner said to Owen, showing him a number of items in much too quick a rush, and with an enthusiasm that Owen’s likely spend certainly didn’t warrant. Not that Owen wasn’t prepared to splash the cash for the right gift. That perfect gift which would guarantee splashing his spunk into something other than a tissue come Valentines Day.

“Do you know how hard it is to find a decent woman in this town?” Loki pressed on, putting his arm around Owen. “But I think I have the perfect gift just for you over here, behind the counter.” With great aplomb, the owner produced a very blingy small golden bow and matching quiver of ten arrows. “Behold, Cupid’s very own Bow of Love” Loki announced theatrically. “Stole it from the chubby little Roman fucker myself” he added in an exaggerated stage whisper, winking at Owen conspiratorially.

“I’m not sure” Owen said hesitatingly. It was right at the top end of his budget, and he didn’t really think an archery set was realistically the way into Gwen’s knickers, however Valentinesy the Cupid theme. “A discerning customer I can tell” Loki persisted slipping into smooth salesman mode without missing a beat. “I can promise you these pointy sticks are the gateway to everything your heart, or should I say cock, desirers!”

“But naturally I wouldn’t expect you to part with your hard-earned cash without a demonstration first” Loki added, suddenly snapping back into full-on over the top cartoon character persona once more. He grabbed the bow and an arrow, marching Owen back to the front door. Opening it, they peered into the alley. The only person there was a large, plump, some would say fat, older lady, with a massive rear and even bigger tits. She had her back to them, while her small dog was peeing up the lamppost.

“Oh well, I guess beggars can’t be choosers” Loki winked at Owen, before in a blink of an eye he drew the bow and fired. A golden arrow embedded like a bullseye in that big phat ass. Owen was braced for the lady to cry out in pain and spin around in furious outrage, but she just carried on as if nothing had happened, and the arrow simply shimmered and dissolved into her before their eyes. The old lady turned around slowly, ignoring her dog, and walked, no sashayed, calmly towards them, or more specifically towards the owner.

“Well big boy, I hope you’re packing a big green dong in those yellow pants for Mama” she said to Loki as if Owen wasn’t even there. “Yes Mam” the owner saluted, as they headed inside, rapidly shedding clothes. She mounted the shop counter, on her back, legs wide open, like some grotesque mountain of white flesh waiting to swallow Loki whole.

“See kid, just one of these little arrowy babies and you’ll be ploughing Gwen like a Pornhub star” Loki said, turning his head towards Owen, his thrusting buttocks, firmly trapped by the lady’s tree truck like legs, never missing a beat. “And you’ll still have plenty to spare” he added with another conspiratorial wink. But like a thirsty man who has just found an oasis in the desert, Owen’s mind was already racing with the unexpected possibilities suddenly opening before him.

“Just make sure your aim is true” Loki said, still jackhammering into that great Blancmange-like mound of wobbling, moaning, pale flesh. “A grazing blow and they just wanna make love to everyone around, but a direct hit and they will only have eyes for you.” Owen slapped his cash on the counter, grabbed the golden box, and practically ran from the shop in a strange mix of emotions. Excitement at what he held, mixed with nausea at what was still happening behind him. A sight his young eyeballs could never now unsee.

“That’s it baby, flood Mama’s hungry cunt with Daddy’s hot green cum, you beast” he heard the woman, old enough to be Owen’s granny, cry out. “Smokin!.....” was the last shout he heard from Loki as he slammed the door shut, and ran down the alley past the waiting small dog.

His golden gift sat out of sight, but not out of mind, under Owen’s bed for the next couple of days in the run up to the weekend, ahead of Valentines Day on Tuesday. But they say that absolute power corrupts absolutely, and the more Owen gooned to his usual porn, the more he began to think he could have it all.

Naturally he justified his increasingly perverted thoughts to himself. He didn’t want to disappoint Gwen after all. And it wasn’t his fault he was still an inexperienced virgin. Surely he would be doing Gwen a favour really, if he got just a little practise in first.

Owen was an only child, still living at home with his Mum, after his Dad had died of a heart attack when he was just 6-years-old. So it wasn’t until Saturday lunchtime, when his Mum was out at the supermarket, that a brilliant idea suddenly presented itself.

Owen heard the neighbour’s car pull up on the gravel drive, returning from their own Saturday morning shopping trip. He looked out of his upstairs bedroom window to see Mrs Miller, and her 21-year-old daughter Mia, starting to bring their bags in from the car.

Mia, the girl next door, the hottest girl in the neighbourhood, had featured heavily in many of Owen’s masturbatory dreams over the years, even if both the stuck-up mother and daughter had made it very clear that someone geeky like him was well beneath their contempt. It didn’t help that Mrs Miller was easily the hottest MILF in the neighbourhood too. Both women were beautiful, tall, and blonde with big tits. Mia all natural, Mrs Miller obviously benefitting from surgery and a boob job to keep up. As a result, they were like a me and mini-me glamour model duo.

Owen suddenly ed the wicked grin on Loki’s face as he piledrived into that old lady, a wicked thought of his own popping into his head. Yes, he really should test the bow before Tuesday, and what better test subject than Mia, his crush next door. With a speed that would have impressed the green faced one, and certainly ensured he didn’t have time to change his mind, Owen grabbed the bow and an arrow, opened his bedroom window and let fly. As the glittering golden arrow flew through the air, just for a moment, Owen thought he could hear Loki’s giggle floating around him in the ether.

Perhaps Loki had made it look easy, or perhaps Owen should have practised first, but he looked on in horror as the arrow missed Mia by a whisker, and embedded itself firmly into Mrs Miller’s upper arm. Owen felt as if time itself had frozen. He was still really expecting the woman to cry out in pain and then hunt down her assailant. But just like the lady in the alley, she carried on as if nothing had happened, Cupid’s arrow simply shimmering and dissolving into her before Owen’s eyes.

Instead, Mrs Miller looked up at Owen still standing in the upstairs window, and waved. Not her usual dismissive wave for the neighbours, which somehow manged to be polite, while simultaneously communicating ‘fuck off losers’. No, this wave was, well, positively amorous. As Owen ducked away from the window, still in shock, he heard Mrs Miller asking Mia to take the rest of their bags into their house, while she went to have a word with their neighbour.

Owen couldn’t not go downstairs and answer the doorbell, Mrs Miller had seen him in the window after all. She smiled at him suggestively, which was definitely more alarming than her usual dismissive sneer, while one hand toyed with a ringlet of her died peroxide blonde hair. “Why Owen, when did you turn into such a hunk?” she positively purred, licking her pouty lips, and advancing into the hallway, not bothering to close the front door.

Owen retreated backwards, step matching step, as the lust crazed MILF continued her advance, starting to unbutton her blouse. He stumbled up the stairs, back towards the imagined sanctuary of his bedroom, even as Mrs Miller began shedding her cloths on the landing. He was taken by surprised when the back of his legs hit his bed, and Owen toppled backways onto the mattress. The by now virtually naked cougar stalking him saw her chance and pounced. She had him pinned on the bed, expertly whipping off his pants, his head buried in those huge fake tits, a fat nipple thrust into his mouth.

By the time the hot blonde MILF was ionately riding his rock-hard cock, his hands playing excitedly with her impressive, big round fake tits, Owen had to it, that while this wasn’t how he had pictured losing his virginity, it wasn’t exactly a bad way either. If anything, it was like he was starring in his own porn fantasy. All a bit too overwhelming really, and so he almost certainly shot his load far too quickly. But on the plus side, being his first time with a real woman, his over excited jizz was quite voluminous, and Mrs Miller commented on just how much was leaking from her pussy.

“I’m going to take a little nap” yawned the just fucked MILF, “but when I am recovered, we’ll go again stud, and you can fuck me in the ass next. Even Mr Miller doesn’t get to do that.” Owen wasn’t sure what he should do, or even how long the effects of the arrow would last, but Mrs Miller was already asleep on his bed.

Outside, he heard Mia shouting up to her Mum. “I’m just taking the dog for a walk.” Owen went back over to the window and looked down at Mia. She was one hot girl. He looked back over at her sleeping mother, the hot MILF. He thought about the porn he liked to watch. Surely with just a little bit more practise, he’d be completely ready for Gwen, and could anything be hotter than a mother and daughter threesome.

He grabbed another arrow and took more careful aim at Mia walking down the drive. This time he was positive he heard Loki laughing in the ether as the damned arrow missed again, bounced off one of the car’s hubcaps, and hit the dog.

Again, nothing happened for an agonising moment, then the dog pulled from Mia’s hand and ran back towards Owen’s house. “The stupid dog is coming to see you Mum” Mia shouted, as she stomped off disapprovingly towards her own house. What the actual fuck, Owen thought as he heard the dog run through the open front door and pound up the stairs. And before he could react, the amorous hound had attached itself to Owen’s leg and was furiously humping his tros.

It’s that bloody trickster Loki, Owen realised, as he panicked, wondering what the hell he was going to do. He looked at his closet. He could barely move with the weight of the humping dog clamped to his leg, but he strained and shuffled over, opening the door. Then with one mighty desperate heavy kick, he managed to flick the hound off his leg sending it flying into the closet and slammed the door shut.

That bought him breathing space at least, as the dog flung itself repeatedly at the door trying to get back to him. Mrs Miller was still asleep on the bed, but who knew when she was going wake up and demand her sodomy. And what if Mr Miller came home and found his wife having anal sex with Owen. He was a very big strong scary man. No, Owen knew what he needed to do. He clearly needed to run away.

He grabbed the bow and arrows, got on his bike, and cycled over to the place of sanctuary for all young people. He went to the Mall.

On the ride over, Owen was able to take stock, think things through, and make a plan.

Loki was obviously playing him. The arrows might work, but they couldn’t be trusted to deliver what you wanted without some sort of trickery twisting things. Plus he only needed one arrow for Gwen, and he could even stab her with it by hand if necessary to ensure it worked without Loki’s interference. That left six, unwanted, dangerous arrows to dispose of, and what better place to anonymously get rid of something than at the Mall.

Owen sat on one of the big, plush, white round sofas right at the heart of the Mall, the large, domed food court encircling him 360 degrees, and the Mall’s four double height arms of shops stretching away into the distance, north, south, east and west from his central point. The Mall was crowded with shoppers, perfect cover for him to dispose of the unwanted, unreliable six arrows. Everyone would have an unexpected bit of extra fun today, no harm would be done, and everything could return to normal well in time for Valentines Day.

Owen took an arrow and carefully aimed it down the southerly row of shops right in front of him, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Or at least as inconspicuous as a teenage geek with a small golden bow can be. At least this time he was attempting NOT to hit anyone specifically. Instead, he was aiming for one of the Mall’s decorative stone columns, hoping the arrow would be bounced around grazing as many people as possible before it finally found an end target. After all, just six crazed lovers would hardly create much of a stir, and Owen was hoping to whip up a much larger amount of love struck chaos in the Mall to help make good his escape, before any awkward question could be asked.

He watched as the arrow satisfyingly ricocheted off the column, and several other items of Mall furniture, gazing people as it went, before he lost sight of it in the crowds, possibly heading towards a rather cute skater chick.

Buoyed by his success, Owen quickly fired another arrow up the western arm of the Mall, with similar results, before the arrow disappeared from sight into the crowds. His third arrow to the east stayed in view right to the end, where Owen saw it hit a young man about his own age squarely in the chest. Just before the ever-moving crowds blocked the view once more, he definitely saw the man lock eyes with his. Shit, more unintended consequences! How was he going to navigate that?

Owen could only laugh out loud at the situation, heady with the power he was yielding. He grabbed the next arrow and uncaring, fired it backwards over his head, up the Mall’s northern arm, without even bothering to look. Giggling manically, he fired forward again, but now straight up in a high arc, not caring where the arrow might travel. Owen took the penultimate golden arrow from the quiver and repeated the high arcing shot back over the top of his head to hit who knew where. “Yee-Haw! Now we’re cooking with gas!!!” he heard Loki shouting in the ether, which can’t haven been a good sign, snapping Owen back to cold reality.

For agonisingly long moments, the normal life of the Mall appeared to carry on as if nothing had changed. Then, little by little, Owen started to notice things out of place. Small patches of stillness in the usual flow of shoppers. Where the crowds parted sufficiently, he could see pairs of people had paused to kiss ionately, even two men, suddenly seemingly oblivious of all else going on around them.

These little oases grew steadily, like bacteria on a petri dish, the pairs became threesomes, foursomes, and then more, some even starting to merge together. As these stationary groups blocked more and more of the regular flow of people, Owen now had a clearer view of hands groping bodies, and items of clothing starting to be shed. Only for his view to be abruptly blocked again by the arrival of cute skater girl standing in front of him. Yes! thought Owen lustfully. “You’re dope” skater chick announced, before kneeling and starting to fumble with the zipper of his pants. No small talk or foreplay was apparently required.

In quick order, skater chick was ed in her cock worship by a lady, old enough to be Owen’s Mum. Then a third woman arrived, 30-something, already topless to show off her lovely big tits. Another boob-job Owen noticed. She cradled Owen’s head as he licked and sucked at her prefect breasts. Finally, oh shit, the young man he’d locked eyes with was kneeling there, and the other two ladies started teaching him how to suck dick. Owen had to it that being blown by a man wasn’t really any different to being blown by a woman when you came right down to it.

Things had escalated just as rapidly across the Mall. Owen was now, more or less, at the centre of a big circle of largely naked lust and fornication. Growing sounds and cries of sexual intercourse of all possible kinds began filling the air. He could see men fucking women, women scissoring other women or eating pussy, men sucking and fucking other men. The periphery was lined with unaffected shocked shoppers, at least twenty deep, like the audience at a circus, all with their phones out filming. Owen noticed that a few of the front row onlookers, mostly but not exclusively men, put their phones away and ed in the opportunistic action, growing the orgy circle ever slowly outwards.

Closer to home, his own harem of four were deciding between themselves who was going to ride Owen’s rock-hard cock first. At least this was getting all those dangerous extra arrows out of the way in one go, Owen thought, looking at the golden quiver holding the last remaining arrow for Gwen on Valentines Day. That was when he noticed a folded piece of paper sitting, previously unseen, at the bottom of the now nearly empty quiver.

Owen reached for the note and unfolded it. It was written in Loki’s flowery script handwriting. “Just one more really important thing Kiddo. Probably best not to draw too much attention to yourself and the bow.”

Oh fuck! Loki had tricked him again. Not too much attention. Owen looked at the huge orgy around him, and the sea of camera phones filming. What the fuck. The hashtag #MallOrgy was already going wild on social media. Fuck! Fuck!! FUCK!!!

Not too much fucking attention! The harem had obviously come to a decision that age took priority, and the older women mounted him, plunging his cock deep into her hairy wet cunt. But all Owen was now acutely aware of was the sound of running feet and radios as security guards headed towards them to find out what all the commotion was about. And as the woman rode his dick, he could hear sirens in the distance getting louder. Then, despite the Mall not allowing dogs inside, a familiar bark coming closer through crowds. His heart froze in panic.

Not just his heart. Like a Hollywood movie, time itself had suddenly stopped. Leaving a strange sensation on his cock, where the woman froze mid-thrust, like a stone statue. But it was probably for the best. The frozen onlookers had already filmed quite enough orgy bizarreness for one day, without adding a large naked baby floating in mid-air next to Owen to the count.

Cupid looked about, surveying the frozen scene, and tutting disapprovingly, before turning towards Owen. “You humans, just can’t help yourselves can you” Cupid said in a deep loud booming god-like voice, shockingly at odds with his soft angelic cherub appearance, and instantly making Owen fearful for what might be coming next.

“Ah, mine I think” he said, scooping up the golden bow and the quiver with the last remaining arrow, which magically refilled at his touch. “I knew that big green Norse bastard must have been behind all this” Cupid added, spying Loki’s note. “I’m sorry, I was only after a perfect Valentines gift for my girlfriend” Owen squirmed.

Cupid sighed, appearing to perhaps take some pity on Owen. “I can’t really blame you for all this, for just being human” Cupid continued at a lower, softer volume. “No, someone else is really to blame. Someone who knows no human should yield this bow. Me and that Loki, we’ll be having some serious words.”

Cupid waved his arm, and the orgy and onlookers disappeared, to be replaced by a frozen tableau of normal Mall life. “Yes, and the dog too” Cupid told Owen, as if reading his mind. Owen let out a deflated sigh of relief. “Look kid, if you want my advice” Cupid said more kindly, “Women, in my experience, they don’t need a fancy gift, they just want you to be yourself. Tell Gwen how you feel.”

“I guess” said Owen unconvincingly. Cupid took an arrow from the quiver and held it in his fist, where it shimmered and dissolved. “Call me an old romantic softy, but a gift as well can’t hurt, right kid?” Cupid said, opening his hand. There in his palm was an exquisitely fine gold chain necklace, with a beautiful small heart pierced though with Cupid’s arrow which he proffered to Owen.

As Owen picked up the necklace, Cupid vanished, and the frozen Mall popped back into noisy life as if the afternoon’s bizarre events had never happened. Owen felt a new confidence that Valentines Day on Tuesday was going to be alright after all, as he cycled home from the Mall. He had the perfect gift, but really, he just needed to be himself.