The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“This is a scan of A.D. Masumi’s brainwave patterns, taken while she underwent hypnosis, from approximately sixteen months ago. As you can see, the numbers show a marked susceptibility to deep brainwashing, yeah?”

I tried not to listen to the German doctor’s words. Instead, I focused on the low, powerful vibration in my bones. The sonic inducer was not something to take lightly. Whenever I started to raise my hands from the armrests of the restraint chair, my fingertips buzzed against the metal alarmingly. My ponytail band was slowly coming out of my hair.

“She experienced a series of abductions over the course of two missions and was subjected to rigorous reeducation. Anyone looking at this scan would conclude that she was an ideal target for control. In fact,” the good doctor noted with rehearsed geniality, “one might conclude she enjoyed it.”

The audience laughed in the dark hall. My chair faced stage right, so they didn’t have the best view of me. I smiled anyway.

“Let’s look at Agent White’s patterns. We can see that while her P/O curve is not as pronounced as Akiko’s, there is still a significant slope.”

Agent White-Bethany-sat across from me. She didn’t look so smug anymore. Her widened eyes belied her silent struggle against the inducer, but their glassiness told me she wouldn’t be fighting for much longer. I was glad they picked her. She was a curvy, immaculately dressed Texan blond with painstakingly styled hair. She went for the wet look, and the slick strands framed her frozen expression in a way the lavender spotlight seemed to adore. I enjoyed facing her on the stage, but she sure wasn’t seeing me any more.

“Lets test our subjects,” the doctor suggested to the crowd. “A.D. Masumi, do you feel nice and relaxed?”

“Yes,” I said, my miked voice sounding extra sensuous. There was a little nervous laughter in the audience.

“I see. And Agent White, do you feel nice and relaxed?”

Her full lips quivered, but eventually parted. “Yes...” The resentful note would’ve been barely detectable without the PA system, but the microphone clipped to her lapel broadcasted it all the way to the cheap seats in the back.

“Agent White, you feel compelled to listen to my voice, do you not?”

She inhaled sharply. “I... I don’t...”

“Bethany,” the good doctor cajoled, “I really think you will listen to my voice.”

She made a brief noise of protest that echoed in the theater, as she wiggled in her chair. Then another. “Yes,” she whispered finally.

The doctor’s voice grew more animated, the better to seduce our vulnerable minds with its suggestions. “Akiko, do you feel as though it would be nice to do as you are told?”

The intense pulses washing through my head were doing wonders for my headache. I sighed pleasantly, but...

“No,” I announced.

“Really?” asked the doctor, loving every minute of this. “Akiko, I think you will find that you must obey my voice.”

I cleared my throat as softly as I could out of consideration for everyone’s ears. “Doctor, try trimming the inducer’s mid frequencies just a tad. There’s some noise that suggests it’s not quite in phase with us.”

This time there was applause.

The doctor laughed for a long time over that one; I’d caught him off guard. “You’re absolutely right, Akiko.” Then to the audience: “I will now adjust the sonic induction field to 127% of its current output.”

Down in the base of my spine, I felt a much wider, stronger pulse. Poor Bethany’s eyes began to cross.

“Let’s try again. Agent White, you will tell me about one of your dreams from last night.”

“I was riding horses with Viggo Mortenson,” she blurted immediately. “It was raining and we had to find shelter, and—”

“Oh my! That’s enough my dear,” the doctor said, before the poor thing could embarrass herself further. “Akiko, are you ready to tell me about what you dreamed of last night?”

“I’d rather not,” I demurred. More laughter followed.

“Akiko,” the doctor said, his tone low and firm, “I command you to tell me.”

“No thanks,” I said.

“You must obey me.”

“I don’t believe so, sir.”

“Are you saying that you don’t feel compelled by my voice?”

“I am.”

“Do you not feel helpless to obey me?”

“I do not.”

“You will—”

“Nope.”

“You must—”

“Nope!” This went on for a bit more, kind of like those exchanges between Dr. Evil and Scott in the Austin Powers movies.

“Well my dear,” the doctor said finally. “I think we’ve made our point, yeah?”

The house lights came up, the humming in my body ceased and applause erupted in the theater. The chair restraints clicked open and I sprang to my feet, waving to the crowd of agents in the audience. The doctor presented me with a flourish as I curtsied, while Agent White was gently fussed over by a couple of hot medical attendant guys. Fifteen minutes earlier, Doctor Frank had picked her out of the crowd and she had insisted up and down that she couldn’t be hypnotized.

“People, don’t you think this will change the intelligence world?” I asked, over the cheers and whistles. “The new Marlin Protocols will be instituted everywhere in the Global Intelligence Agency. Within six months, all field agents will have received anti-conditioning.” I held out my hands to the excited secret agents. “You’ll have one less thing to worry about while you’re out there putting it on the line.”

Doctor Frank blew me a kiss when I acknowledged him. I was still smiling as I left the stage, because I felt like a rock star.

Did you miss me?

Of course you did, and you have no idea how much I missed you. Thanks for reading, because if no one appreciated my fucked up life the way you do then I’d probably need a lot more therapy. And since I’m wired the same way you are, I love thinking about how much you’re going to enjoy this. Does that make us bad people?

I could catch you up on everything that happened after getting promoted, but somebody else has been running her mouth about that, hasn’t she? Nina does have a certain flair. Isn’t she the cutest little slice of heaven? Don’t worry, she’s still my number one, but I’ll get to her later.

I kind of hate conferences, which is great, because as Assistant Director of The Marlin Group, Global Intelligence Agency East, I go to five or six a year. When I took the job I didn’t realize how much I’d miss the field, and the convention centers and hotels just served to rub it in. There’s nothing more depressing than checking into a hotel and finding out that the convention is actually down the hall, so for the next three days your entire world is going to be in some giant building that could be absolutely anywhere in the world. Or nowhere, really.

Bitter much? Yes, thank you. I always start my stories by bitching about something, don’t I? I crabbed about the rain in my first tale, and about being jetlagged in my second. Well, as Alex might say in A Clockwork Orange, appy polly loggies. I’ll try not to be so predictable this time.

Cut to night three of a GIA conference in Oslo: yours truly was trying to get back to her room after cheerleading for Marlin in my third seminar, for some nasty phone sex with one Nina Suenaga-Wentley. I was halfway up to my room when my cell rang. Damnable personnel issues... Apparently, the bodyguard I was sick of looking at was being rotated out, so I had to go down to the lobby to sign off on the changes to my completely unnecessary security detail.

The little gaggle of agents downstairs was engrossed in making plans for the night, so they didn’t notice me walk up. “Guys, hello,” I yawned. “I need to make a phone call. Surely this is something that can be handled without my signature in triplicate?”

I felt bad as soon as my mouth shut, and this was compounded by the startled embarrassment rippling through the room. Sometimes I forget how it is when you’re a rookie assigned to guard some big cheese, and you’re just trying to follow orders. Before I could figure out how to pull my foot out of my mouth, someone politely cleared her throat.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, A.D. Masumi, really awfully. I promise that after you sign this, you won’t notice me at all.”

The someone offering me a form to sign had beautiful hair; this crazy tumble of black ringlets which hung down in a way that put me in mind of Shirley Temple, if Shirley had been a deadly brunette assassin. Ms. Thing was wearing stylish, young secret agent spookwear, but I could tell she had it going on underneath her black hose, skirt and vest. Not that I was ogling her, because you and I both know that I’m spoken for. It’s just that she was a serious cutie and these things need acknowledging. I gave her the semi-appropriate once over and she just smiled in a way that said, “I’m straight,” which is always kind of depressing.

I took the clipboard from her. “What am I signing for again?” Playing dumb is a privilege of rank.

“Change in security escort, ma’am.”

“You do realize that I’m quite capable of looking after myself at a damned spy convention?” I was being prickly just to see what she would do, and kind of half-hating myself for it. The other ops smirked behind her back.

“I know, Ms. Masumi. Rules are rules,” she apologized. “But it’s such an honor for me to look after you.”

That’s when I remembered that I have a fan club, and that it’s pretty rude to act all uppity around the kids in your field who look up to you. I shifted in my heels and tried a smile. “Sorry. ‘Sbeen a long day. Week, actually.”

She seemed to appreciate the gesture. “Yes ma’am. I’ll just walk you to your room, then,” she said, starting for the elevator. The guys we left behind had just come to an agreement on which bars they would hit first.

“And your name is...” I fished.

“Knightley. Devon Knightley, ma’am.”

The thing about her was, there was no way on Earth you could peg her ethnicity without her telling you. Something like, “My dad was from Trinidad and my mom was Korean on her grandpa’s side,” or thus like. She had obviously been raised in England, but beyond that there was no telling.

“Knightley, okay. You know, I don’t remember ever seeing your file.”

She gave me a tight, condescending smile that made me want to smack her, before I remembered I was a lot like her once. “I’m Secret Ops, ma’am, so of course you wouldn’t.” The elevator chimed. “Your floor...”

I rolled my eyes at the waste of resources. It was nice that the brass thought so highly of me, but why pull some crackerjack agent like Devon off something important and stick her in a hotel to guard me against my own boredom? But I remembered the little phone call I wanted to make. “Very good. Thanks, I’ve got it from here.”

“Call me if you need anything.” I swear she gave me the tiniest wink, which made me want to smack her even more. “I’ll meet up with you in the morning, then. Pleasant dreams, ma’am.”

“I’m not lying,” Nina was saying, her chirpy voice crackling out of my cell phone, “I wore it, just like you wanted.”

“The little gray skirt and everything?” I asked, sitting up straighter on the bed as I tried to picture her.

“Baby-muffin, I’ve even got on the li-ttle black plat-form shoes,” she sing-songed like such a naughty prep school student.

“My girl... Have I told you how much I miss you lately?”

“Missing comes later. First with the phone sex,” she commanded in a loopy German accent.

“Ooh,” I swooned. “I love it when you talk to me like Herr Doctor. Let me just... Take off this... Bra.” Someone knocked on the door. “Dammit!”

“Who’s that?” Nina wanted to know.

“Someone who’s sorry for interrupting us, only they don’t know it yet.” I grabbed my blouse off the bed and wriggled back into it.

I was hoping it would just be another GIA underling dropping off some notes or something. To my dismay, it was Chief Director Jack Barlow, from the New York branch. This would be Important. I gave him a smile and did the just-a-minute-I-need-to-get-off-the-phone-but-come-on-in hand jive. Jack winked as he stepped past me. He was a blond-headed, strapping Southern guy. A few years ago I might’ve twirled my hair around my fingers and flirted with him, but I was a girl’s girl now.

“Sweetness, I’m going to have to call you back.” I felt bad: it was god-awful late in Sydney.

Nina was indignant. “If you don’t get me off before I meet up with the girls tomorrow night, I can’t promise I’ll behave.”

I blushed as I closed the door, hoping Jack couldn’t hear her tantrum. He headed straight for my mini-bar, which I found curious. I adopted my Public Voice. “Yes, I’ll be sure to get some sleep, darling. And don’t forget to feed the cat.”

“We don’t have one, darling,” she explained. “I suppose that’s code for playing with myself,” she further pouted. “Don’t you worry, I’ll feed the farking cat.”

Impatiently, I turned my back on Jack and lowered my voice. “I know... I promise I’ll call back if it’s not too late.”

She laughed. “I’m just razzing you, baby. You go do what you’ve got to do. Feel that?”

I smiled into the phone. “Feel what?”

“That’s me virtually slipping my fingers down your panties.” Click. I closed my phone and shook my head at it.

“How’s the husband back at home?” Jack guessed.

I turned and cocked my head at him. “She’s fine.” Jack and I didn’t know each other very well.

He’d taken a seat by the window. He laughed apologetically and sipped what appeared to be straight vodka. “Sorry to take you away from her.”

I sat down in the other chair and noticed that he’d poured one for me. “What can I do you for, sir?”

“I really am sorry for intruding, A.D. Masumi,” he said between sips. “Thank you for seeing me.”

I tossed my drink back in one practiced gulp, wiped my vodka-singed lips with the back of my hand and sized him up. “Then what’s up?”

He glanced at my empty glass, smiling absently. “I need your input. Seems that a considerable number of operatives in New York have come back from the field a little...” His eyes locked to mine. “...rewired.”

I crossed my legs. “You’ve got an integrity problem?”

“Mmm. You could say that.”

“Is there anything that links these agents together?”

He knocked back the rest of his drink. “Nothing we can put a finger on yet. I was hoping you could look over some data.”

I couldn’t help but notice he didn’t have a laptop with him. I also couldn’t help but notice my arms and legs going cold, and the blurry tracers in my vision. Suddenly there was nothing at all that was right with this situation, and I knew the man seated across from me was definitely not on my side.

“Why Jack, you seem to have drugged me,” I remarked, wondering how I could get Devon Knightley down here.

He just sat there, guarded. “Yes,” he said finally.

I tried to get to my feet but all I could manage was shuffling them awkwardly on the carpet. Damn, but this stuff was strong. I glared at Jack. “So when we talk about compromised agents, we’re really talking about you?” My words were embarrassingly slurred.

“I’m afraid I’m going to need your complete compliance, Akiko.”

The room was really spinning now, but I laughed softly at him. “Then you picked the wrong woman to try and hypnotize. I’m the Assistant Director of the fucking Mind Control Counterforce, you fuck.” I licked my lips for emphasis. “I’m impervious to anything a chump like you can throw at me.” It was pretty hard to say ‘impervious’ at that point.

“This is different,” Jack said simply. He got up, moved the table out of the way and knelt down on the carpet in front of me. “I’m afraid that there’s absolutely nothing you can do to resist.”

My fingers longingly remembered snapping thick necks like Jack’s, but all they could manage was a weird sort of trembling. It began to sink in that he wasn’t shitting me, because I couldn’t focus my attention on anything for more than a moment. There was a distinctly pharmaceutical bitterness on my tongue. This was serious juice that was pumping through my veins, giving me cold flashes. “Oh fuck...” I groaned, beginning to panic.

He put his hands on my knees, which normally results in a lot of screaming, like, “My hands! You broke my beautiful hands!” Jack’s voice was dispassionate, detached. Weird. “Just relax, Akiko. All you need to do is relax. The more you struggle, the more uncomfortable you’ll be.”

It did feel pretty uncomfortable to freak out as much as I was freaking out. “But...” I attempted.

He just stroked my knees. “Shhh. Relax please. Relax...”

I swallowed hard. “I can’t let you do this to me.”

“Akiko, this is going to happen whether you struggle or not. You’re simply too weak to fight me.”

I guess. Sort of... I decided to try it out, taking a tentative, deep breath. I exhaled slowly and felt better.

“That’s it. Relax and breathe.” His fingers began unbuttoning my shirt and my head lolled forward. “It’s very warm in here, and I want you to be comfortable.”

Being comfortable sounded nice, but I shook my head one last time to try and clear it. “No!” I insisted. “I need to get up.”

He freed the last button of my blouse, and I could feel his breath on my chest. I remembered that I’d taken off my bra while I was on the phone with Nina. For some reason, this made my pulse quicken. The drug had segregated my mind from my body, and now it had flipped on my body’s “do me now” switch. He waited, allowing a perverse anticipation to build. “It’s so hard to try and think right now. It’s much easier to relax,” he whispered. And he was kind of right. He pushed my scratchy blouse down my shoulders to my elbows.

I may not have mentioned this before, but I have fabulous tits. I’m not very tall, and they aren’t freakishly huge, so it’s not something you notice right away. But I like them, and Nina’s really fond of them. I could see that Jack was certainly fascinated, but he displayed admirable restraint: he could tell I wasn’t quite ready to have him chewing on my nipples.

He stood up and moved behind me. I slid down in the chair in anticipation of the hypnotic song-and-dance to come. How on earth had he come into possession of a mind control technology that Marlin didn’t even know about? And what was he going to make me do, aside from the nasty?

Jack’s big hands confidently stroked my tummy, which made me want to hear him talk some more. His lips were suddenly right at my ear. “You need some help thinking. You’re confused and very aroused right now.” Damn him, he was absolutely right. “Thinking is very hard and you need some help.”

His words made my head wobble. “Yes...” I breathed.

“What was that?” He pulled my head back against him.

“Huh?” I asked, a perfect specimen of poise. I swear; my IQ was leaking out onto my panties in a way I thought could never happen again.

“What did you say?”

My trembling fingers found his and slowly pulled them onto my boobs. The warmth was heavenly and my nipples swelled. “Yes...”

“’Yes’ what?”

I swallowed clumsily. “Yes, I need help thinking.”

He seemed pleased. I could tell because he brushed his thumbs firmly around my areola. I trembled, freeing a bead of sweat to travel down my neck. “Mmmh-hmm,” I heard myself say.

“Let me give you something to think,” Jack said. “You are under my complete control.”

His fingers were distracting. “What?”

“You’re under my control.” He sounded almost annoyed at how dumb I’d quickly gotten, which is sort of funny now.

I thought about it for a second, before realizing he was right. “Yes,” I agreed. My right ear was suddenly hot and wet, and there was a sound like the bottom of the ocean. Jack knew he had me, he was through holding back now and he had his tongue in my ear. His hands-still cupping my boobs-were the only things keeping me upright in that chair.

“Good,” he told me. “Very good. You’re nice and relaxed.” I was, but he didn’t sound very calm. I’ve known that tone of voice since I was a teenager: it was the sound of a guy with a boner. “You will find that the more you relax, the more aroused you’ll become.”

How many times had I heard that before? But damned if on cue I didn’t sigh, “Yes, Jack. As I relax I will become more aroused.” I found that I was speaking long before my labored thoughts could catch up and scream, “No! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Almost like I was watching myself in a movie.

He lifted my chin. My neck felt like jelly, and my lips found his with almost comical urgency. Suddenly we were breathing through our noses and kissing wetly, and the sounds we made only made me woozier.

I could’ve spent the night like that, with my shirt down around my waist and his tongue down my throat. But even in my inebriated state I was reminded that I was fooling around with a man: a woman might’ve taken her time and enjoyed the moment, but Jack scooped me up in his arms and dropped me onto the bed. I’d barely stopped flopping around on the mattress before I began to drunkenly paw at my skirt and panties. Then Jack composed himself somewhat. He watched me carefully from the foot of the bed as I attempted to thrash myself out of my clothes. After a beat, he cocked his head—popping the vertebrae in his neck as one might pop their knuckles—and then he began to meticulously undress.

The way he moved was a dead giveaway. He had to be brainwashed too! Another compromised GIA agent was artificially seducing me. Because I’m me, and in this case I was me on the horse tranquilizer of mind control drugs, the fucking sledgehammer of date rape pills, this epiphany only made me more excited.

Let’s get this out of the way: Jack’s cock was quite a thing. I was fascinated enough by it to stop trying to escape from my clothes. This was what he was going to use to turn me into a tool.

I continued to stare at his unit as he was helpfully untangling me from my skirt and wet panties. Then he grabbed my ankles and pulled on me until my butt was at the foot of the bed. It felt perfect. “Yeah,” I told him.

He knelt, and I knew what was coming next, so I opened my legs to his hot breath. “I need for you to orgasm,” he told me with the curious bluntness of someone in a trance. “Then we can begin your programming.”

This was the only warning I got before his mouth clamped against me. I almost went off right then, but the drug was throwing off my rhythm. “God!” I said, clenching my hips against his ears.

I was focused on getting off because Jack had told me to. And his tongue felt so right as it strummed me. His big hands were clamped around my thighs so tight that my calves were going numb. The bed sheets clung to my sweaty back as I worked myself against my hypnotized assailant’s teeth. Since his mouth was occupied, he was unable to fill my humming mind with powerful phrases to confuse and beguile me. Unfortunately, I was far enough along to do his work for him. “I must relax. Relax...” I insisted to myself.

In response, his tongue stiffened and slowly filled me. He was canny enough to groan as he did this. My thighs spasmed around his head as my eyes rolled back in mine. My shaking shoulders scrunched up around my cheeks as the orgasm unthreaded positively everything I was thinking. I’m pretty sure I screamed because I heard him say, “Shhh!” and the force of his exhalation kept me going for what seemed like forever.

“Okay J-Jack,” I gasped, when I could breathe again. It felt nice to just lie there and melt into the bed. I could’ve stayed that way all night; sweaty, delirious and utterly suggestible.

He used my thighs as leverage to help him get to his feet. “Akiko, now you are completely under my control. I need to take you much deeper.” And without even giving me a few seconds to recover, he pushed my legs open and prepared to mount me.

Oddly, I had the presence of mind to put my hand on his chest. “You can’t fuck me without a condom,” I insisted weakly.

His answer was succinct and to the point: he slipped inside me, past my swollen labia, sighing quietly in rapture. One strong hand cupped my ass and the other gripped the back of my neck. “I’m afraid you are quite unable to resist me, Akiko,” he told me. “You will find nothing unusual about me entering you without protection.”

I just licked my lips and let him. “Yes. I find nothing unusual about this.”

He began a series of slow thrusts, which caused me to do something I almost never do with guys: I came again instantly. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stay awake. I couldn’t move at all and I just felt so open.

His lips moved against my shoulder. “Now you are very deeply entranced,” he proclaimed. “You will obey me without question.”

“I will obey,” I agreed. “I must obey.”

“Your lovely body is my way to your mind,” he explained. “Feel me sliding into your thoughts.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“You will absorb everything I say.”

“Everything,” I agreed between deep breaths.

“When you awaken,” he said, “you will remember none of this.”

“Of course,” I assured him, because he was hitting my spot. “When I awaken I will remember nothing.”

Jack pushed my left leg up so high I could’ve kissed my knee. He was really going for it now, and I had a strange realization. “I want you to come inside me,” I admitted. I didn’t know how much more encouraging I could be to him, without the help of twin teenage cheerleaders in matching purple outfits, so I rocked my hips around him for emphasis and pressed his head into my sweaty chest, hoping he would get me the rest of the way there once more, and fast.

Apparently I had overstated my case, because he rose onto his elbows and blew his load. I paused a beat to realize that he had just possibly impregnated me, before my body responded. I hooked both my feet around his ass as my eyes rolled back in my head, and I gushed all over him. Apparently, I was right where Jack and his drug wanted me to be, because hot dizziness completely overtook me.

I came to just long enough to consider fainting again. My bangs clung to my damp forehead and I was definitely lying in the wet spot. Jack said, “You will remember your instructions in the morning.” We’d been lying there, post-coitus, for longer than I realized, and he’d been whispering all kinds of things in my ear.

“Of course, Jack. I will remember my instructions.” Images of everything I was going to do the next day danced behind my eyelids.

“Excellent, Akiko. It was a real pleasure. Now I want you to go to sleep.” He got up and draped a blanket over my sweaty, sticky self.

“Of course, Jack. I must sl...” Passing out felt wonderful.

I don’t remember anything that happened the next morning. Dr. Sato was able to help me recover everything I’ve just told you, but there’s a big blank spot after that, where I apparently did all kinds of bad things.

But don’t worry. Devon remembers and she’s going to tell you all about it.