The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties Chapter 9: Futa’s Mind-Controlling Mistake

The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Nine: Futa’s Mind-Controlling Mistake

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Chloe Quick

Panic swept through me. Sasha Ford, a new dickgirl, was atop Kendall, poised to take the Black girl’s virginity. I was saving Kendall’s virginity for the amazing Mildred. The original futa deserved to get Kendall’s cherry, not Sasha.

Sasha should understand that.

My mind-control powers weren’t working on Sasha, either. She was disobeying me, pushing her dick against Kendall’s cherry. She hadn’t broken through the Black girl’s hymen, yet, but how long would that membrane hold. I had to think.

“Don’t let her take her cherry!” I gasped. “Kendall, resist!”

“Get off of me!” Kendall gasped and thrashed.

“Really?” Sasha moaned and sat up while Mrs. Solomon and Ms. Lyon, Kendall’s mother, broke from their own embrace. They rushed at Sasha as she sat up. “You’re really cock-blocking me, Chloe.”

“She’s for Mildred!” I clutched the two boxes of Hawaiian pizza, my appetite evaporating.



Mrs. Solomon and Ms. Lyon seized Sasha. Brassy-brown hair swished about the twenty-year-old futa’s head as the two mature beauties pulled her back. Kendall sat up and glared at Sasha. My fellow futa shook her head.

“I’m not going to fuck her if she doesn’t want me to,” Sasha muttered. “You can let me go.”

“Ms. Chloe?” asked Ms. Lyon. The Black woman gave me a questioning look.

“Hold onto her,” I said. “Why would you want to deny Mildred the chance to pop her cherry? Don’t you think she’s the most amazing futa in the world?”

“Er, yeah, of course,” Sasha said. She gave a laugh. “I just got carried away.”

I gave her a suspicious look. “When did you get your panties? I thought Mildred gave me the first pair.”

“Yeah, it was after you left. I mean, how else did I know to come here?” She flashed me this smile. It looked innocent, but… Sasha was kind of a prankster in the neighborhood. She got into trouble a lot. “She thought the boy shorts were perfect for me, and so she made me into a futa.”

I glanced down at her girl-dick thrusting from her crotch, her hairless balls swinging beneath them. She did have one. And the panties. “But you knew that Kendall was for Mildred, and you tried to take her cherry. Aren’t you under Mildred’s mind-control like I am?”

“Yep.” Sasha nodded. “Totally am. So, let’s have some Hawaiian pizza. It’s my favorite.”

She was lying.

I set the pizza boxes down, so angry with her. I looked around and spotted my phone. I grabbed it off the end table and sent a text to my mom. “Sasha Ford is a futa and has her own mind-control panties. Did Mildred give them to her?”

“So, you going to let me go?” Sasha asked.

“Maybe,” I said. “Let me just hear back from Mildred. I don’t trust you. You’re up to something. You pretended to be under my mind-control powers, you’re lying about loving Hawaiian pizza, and you tried to steal Mildred’s cherry.”

Kendall nodded.

Sasha’s face fell. Then she thrashed in the grip of the two MILF’s.

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Mildred Dean

“So, where should we go for dinner?” I asked now that I was dressed.

So was everyone else. Elouise, the reverend’s lesbian wife (I had given her some naughty commands), gave a thoughtful look. Her daughter, Christabella, jumped in place, looking excited like she had an idea.

Mrs. Quick, the blonde wife I’d been having so much fun with today, pulled out her phone.

“You have an idea, don’t you?” I asked the nineteen-year-old girl.

“Damsels and Knights!” she gushed. “The medieval restaurant.”

Her mother rolled her eyes. “It’s her favorite. She likes dressing up as a medieval lady and going there. They aren’t open on weekdays, honey.”

“Oh, right,” she said, her face falling. She was cute. Just adorable. A nineteen-year-old hottie with curly, brown hair falling around her freckled face. She pushed up her glasses. She looked a lot like her blonde mother.

“How about we go to Giovanni,” said Elouise. “They have great pasta.”

“Isn’t that a little heavy?” I asked, rubbing at my stomach. “We’re going to get back to fucking after dinner.”

“The Searhouse?” suggested Christabella. “Get some steak. The waitresses wear those cute, country-style uniforms. Jean skirts and straw hats and such.”

“That sounds fun,” I said, grinning. “What do you think, Dianne.”

I turned to the busty, blonde MILF. Mrs. Quick’s brow had knitted together. She looked up and said, “Um, did you give a pair of mind-controlling panties to Sasha Ford?”

“No,” I said. “Why?”

“Chloe just texted me to ask if you had.”

A chill ran through me. “What, did she steal a pair out of my house?” How could she even know? “And who the hell is Sasha Ford?”

“She’s a young lady who lives across the street from you,” Mrs. Quick said, texting fast on her phone.

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Sasha Ford

I couldn’t believe eighteen-year-old Chloe Quick had captured me. This was so lame. That little twerp had figured me out. She was some teeny-bopper idiot. Always talking about makeup channels on YouTube and copying how her older sister, Bryana, dressed.

And she had outwitted me.

Her phone beeped. Anger flashed over her head. “You stole one of Mildred’s panties.”

“Yeah,” I said, shrugging. “What you going to do about it.”

“I… I…” She looked around and then grabbed her panties from where she’d dropped them. She rushed over at me, the pure-white cloth swaying. Then she shoved it in my face, rubbing the wet garment against me.

She smelled good. Nice and spicy. I breathed it in and moaned, “I await your command, Mistress Chloe. What shall this lowly futa do?”

“Ooh, why won’t this work?” she hissed.

“No, no, it totally worked,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You just had to do it a second time.”

She glared at me and threw her panties down. Her phone beeped again. She glanced at it and smiled. “They’re coming over here. Mildred’s going to totally mind-control you.” She wiggled her hips back and forth. “Mildred is so awesome. You’ll see. You’ll totally be under her panties’ spell.”

“I just know that must be amazing,” Mrs. Solomon purred. The homewrecker who broke up my parents’ marriage sounded so excited to be mind-controlled.

They were all crazy.

“So you’re going to have your two MILFs hold me until Mildred gets here?” I demanded.

“Yes!” Chloe studied me. “You’ve been bad. You know what happens to me when I’m bad?”

“Your parents tell you to go to your room and think about how you disappointed them.” I put on a pleading look. “Oh, no, that’s so terrible.”

“Well…” She faltered. “What they should do is spank me!”

“I always spanked Kendall,” Ms. Lyon said. She had a firm grip on my right arm. “And you’ve been so bad. Trying to take my daughter’s virginity. That’s Mildred’s. Miss Chloe said so.”

“I did.”

My stomach sank. “Spank me? You can’t do that. I’m twenty! I’m not your kid.”

“Sure we can,” Ms. Lyon cooed. “If Miss Chloe orders me to do it, I’ll gladly spank that pretty, White ass of yours.” Her free hand grabbed my rump and squeezed it.

“Say the word, Chloe,” Mrs. Solomon cooed. Her hand grabbed my other butt-cheek. “We’ll spank her so hard.”

“She’s been bad,” Chloe said. “Do it!”

“Oh, hell no!” I gasped and thrashed. I squirmed and bucked as they dragged me to the couch and pushed me down on it. My naked breasts rubbed into the cushion. The tip of my dick rubbed against the fabric.

A tingle of pleasure shot through me.

“This is fucked up, Chloe.”

“You were bad,” she answered. “Take your punishment.”

Ms. Lyon’s hand pulled away from my rump. The air swished.

SMACK!

I gasped at the stinging pain shooting through my rump. The heat melted down to my pussy. I squirmed there, my nipples rubbing against the fabric. My cunt clenched and futa-dick throbbed from it, girly nuts swaying between my side.

“That fucking hurt!” I gasped.

“It was supposed to,” Ms. Lyon purred.

Then I realized that Mrs. Solomon’s hand wasn’t on my rump any lon—

CRACK!

Hers didn’t land as hard, but it still hurt. I thrashed on the couch, pinned down by their hands gripping me. My butt-cheeks both throbbed from the impacts. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest from the stinging pain creeping over my rump.

SMACK!

“Fuck!” I groaned. “You really don’t have to—”

CRACK!

“Oh, yes we do,” Ms. Lyon said, her hand leaving a burning swath across my rump. The heat melted down to my pussy. I shuddered and then something clicked in my head when she said, “You’ve been bad.”

“I have been bad,” I moaned in a throaty purr. I rubbed my cheek into the couch, my nipples throbbing. Pussy juices soaked my bush. “I’ve been such a bad futa. I stole those panties.”

SMACK!

“Yes, yes, punish me!” I moaned. “Mmm, too sexy MILF’s spanking me.”

“Are you getting turned on?” Chloe asked.

“Aren’t you?” I asked.

CRACK!

The pain swept through me. It was turning me on. It fed this growing ache in me. “Doesn’t it make you hard watching these two sexy women spank me, Chloe? God, it makes me hard and wet.”

“Well, yeah.” The blonde futa sounded surprised by this. “It is turning me on.”

“Mmm, that’s because you’re a naughty, little slut. But that’s okay. It’s fun being dirty.”

SMACK!

“Yes, yes, just like that, Mrs. Solomon!” I wiggled my rump, the pain bleeding across it. “Keep span—”

CRACK!

I yelped at Ms. Lyon’s hard spank. My futa-dick throbbed hard. My girly balls throbbed, full of futa-cum I couldn’t wait to unleash. “Mmm, Chloe, look at how wet I am.”

“You do look wet,” she moaned. I heard the throaty desire in her voice.

“I bet you just want to fuck me.” I wiggled my rump. “Just do it. Drive that futa-cock into me. It’ll be so great.”

“Yes! Out of the way!”

The two MILF’s let me go moments before Chloe pounced on me.