The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Over the next several days, the trio continued their testing of the implants. Cindy was a bit surprised that Frank hadn’t made her and Megan go at each other and was even more surprised and secretly frustrated that the impulses hadn’t driven them into each other’s arms. Still, Cindy wasn’t ready to admit her attraction just yet, and endured the disappointment. Between Frank’s experiments all three succumbed to impulses several times a day.

Each morning they were either woken with an arousing good morning fuck or found themselves waking up someone in their bed. Cindy had found herself under Megan’s brother Billy one morning and descending on the ready cock of one of her instructors the next morning. The few days she returned home, Cindy found herself embracing her family as well. The most peculiar thing she had done so far was riding her sister Heather with a strap on for most of an afternoon. Cindy found herself unable to remove the dildo fully from her sister the entire time. She pounded away between Heather’s legs for hours, from almost every position imaginable. Heather screamed with passion the entire time, her orgasms triggered by the slightest movement of Cindy’s strap on. Every few minutes they would have to change positions, and Cindy would feel like she was being wrapped in a human pretzel. The entire time, Cindy only felt her own building passion, never once orgasming, until her sister cried out for the last time. As her sister moaned with her final orgasm, the dam within Cindy broke and she cried out as the strongest orgasm she could remember coursed through her.

Cindy had grown to accept her new life, but she was always waiting for Frank to find the answers he was seeking and unlock the control to the implants. Cindy had wondered for a while if Frank hadn’t just been stringing them along to get them to willingly cooperate, but once she fully realized that they wouldn’t have had a choice if he wanted to force the issue, she didn’t worry about that anymore. Frank wasn’t that varied with his experiments, and Cindy usually found herself masturbating or fucking through most of Frank’s tests. She enjoyed the experiences on a carnal level but grew bored of it. In an odd way she looked forward to the unpredictable randomness of an impulse driving her to some peculiar new assortment of sexual predicaments and partners.

After the first couple days, Frank had built an interface with the implants that could mimic his own commands, and those of the impulses. After a few experiments confirmed that it worked, Frank hit a brick wall.

“I can’t decode the language they’re using. It’s some kind of binary code, and I only have a small part of the command set and protocols. I can make us all fuck like bunnies till we pass out, but I can’t really link into the system. I need a higher-level access and some interface protocols before I can go any farther.” Frank explained with dismay. All the work they had done so far didn’t really bring them any closer to being free of the implant’s control. Frank set up a system to manage the impulses in his own lab, but once outside, they were all susceptible to random impulses again. Besides that, even inside, they had to run out a program to release themselves from an impulse. The only good thing was that they got to choose the nature of the sex the impulse drove them to.

Frank set up his equipment to scan for new signals, with the hope that someday someone would pass by who held the keys to unlocking the rest of the implant’s controls. Until then, the trio resigned itself to the fate the rest of Penbrooke had already come to accept.

It was a few weeks later when Frank’s system alerted them to new, high level protocols being sent. They gathered around Frank’s equipment as he looked over the new data.

“This is it. Some high-level command is being bounced around, it’s only going through female links, though. Brace yourselves.” Frank warned. Just as he spoke, Megan and Cindy felt the odd tingle of an incoming command. Frank watched, concerned as the two young ladies turned around and ran up the stairs.

Cindy wondered just where they were going. They stopped briefly at the door to put on their standard attire and were soon running down the street. Cindy felt her breasts bounce freely as she ran, knowing that her blouse top wasn’t going to cover her under these conditions. She watched as countless other women raced out of the houses on either side of the street, running towards some unknown destination. Cindy idly computed what lay ahead, and quickly guessed they must be heading towards Penbrooke’s high school.

She wasn’t relieved when her suspicions were confirmed, and she joined the growing throng of Penbrooke women filing into her old school. She wondered why they were all being gathered together like that and feared the possibilities. As they passed through the doors, every woman stripped and continued on. By the time Megan and Cindy had passed through the doors a large pile of discarded clothes had accumulated inside. Several men dressed in sharp black suits and wearing black sunglasses stood watch over the scene, unmoving as countless women stripped before them. Their very presence and demeanor scared Cindy even more, but she had no choice but follow her program as her legs carried her into the gymnasium. As she entered, another man in a black suit gave her a quick review and she felt another tingle pass through her neck. Cindy walked across the auditorium, looking over a growing formation of women across the floor. As she looked over the naked women before her, Cindy realized they were being sorted, and she found herself taking a place amongst a formation of young attractive women, like herself.

Cindy watched the formations fill up slowly. Megan had been placed right beside her, but Cindy couldn’t turn her head to see her friend. She stood at attention, as did all the girls around her, waiting to see why she had been brought here.

After the flow of women entering the gymnasium ended, Cindy watched as Brice Pearson walked out before the assembled women.

“Good afternoon, ladies. I’m here to conduct a follow up evaluation of the HRI program. My associates are also looking to fill several positions at our head office, and we will be reviewing candidates momentarily. Please feel free to relax as we begin our evaluation and continue to enjoy your membership with HRI.” Brice explained.

Cindy felt a tingle at the base of her neck, and her senses dissolved into a flow of orgasms. She stood there, silent, and unmoving as her mind dissolved into pure ecstasy. Her eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing, but giving her keepers two windows into the sea of pleasure that was consumed her.

Cindy was swept away by the programmed orgasm until she felt a tap upon her forehead. Her mind instantly cleared, and she felt her body start moving again, heading for the exits. The cool air in the school chilling her inner thighs as her orgasm generated juices dried between her legs. Cindy wondered what she had been selected for, as most of the women around her remained in place. She remembered Brice’s comments about positions at their head office, and worried that she was going to fill one.

Cindy heard footfalls behind her, and figured that she was part of a group, but couldn’t turn to see who they were as she walked back out of the school. Her legs carried her outside, and Cindy was surprised that she hadn’t stopped to get dressed. She wasn’t concerned by her nudity anymore, but the fact that her program hadn’t made sure she was clothed was a worrisome development to Cindy. She saw a long black limousine sitting at the curb in front of her. Another black suited man walked up to the door and opened it just in time for Cindy to climb into the back row of seats. She slid over to the far window, and felt two more people slide up beside her, though she still wasn’t free to move her head and look. Her eyes were free to move, however, and she looked over to see an elderly man of perhaps sixty sitting in a seat in front of her. He sat there, his eyes traveling across Cindy and her other companions, a pleased smile fixed across his wrinkled face. As he reviewed his latest catch, Brice got in beside him and sat down. Everyone sat in silence for a few moments as the limo began moving.

“Very nice, Brice. I can see you did a good job, who do we have here?” Asked the old man, as he gave Brice a cheerful pat on his shoulder.

Brice handed him a palm computer and the old man reviewed his new charges out loud. “Cindy Stewart, Megan Carm and Susan Trent.”

Cindy winced as he read off Megan’s name, it was bad enough to be here herself, but she certainly didn’t want Megan to share her fate. She didn’t really know Susan well, she was a year older than Cindy and they hadn’t had anything but a passing acquaintance.

“All came highly recommended from their evaluators and Megan gave a stunning performance as an introductory evaluation for Penbrooke.” Brice beamed, clearly glad to have gained favor with his associate.

“I see. Well, I suppose you young ladies are wondering why you’re here.” The old man turned to the three naked girls in front of him. “First, I’ll introduce myself. I’m Alan Zoran, President of HRI. Since HRI was founded two years ago, we’ve been slowly expanding our membership. To keep up with the demands place on us by our clients and our expanding member base, we’ve had to establish special positions for remarkable members. You’ve all been selected, as well as several other of our Penbrooke members. Brice selected you three specifically for a special opening, but I’ll tell you more about that later. For now, I’ll just let you enjoy the rest of the trip.”

Cindy had barely internalized his comments before she felt a tingle at the base of her neck, and her concerns and fear drifted away in another continuous orgasm.

Cindy drifted down from the programmed pleasure sometime later, noting sullenly that the limo had stopped, and their captors were already on their way out. She felt her control had returned, and quickly looked over to Megan and Susan to see if they were alright. Both looked back with the same concern and fear Cindy felt. Cindy tried to speak but found that ability had been cut for the time being.

“You’ll speak only when spoken to directly. Now, follow us.” Brice explained after watching Cindy grab at her throat.

Cindy thought about resisting for a moment, but decided it was better to still be in control. She was in their lair, and her body had already been bent to their will. There wasn’t much chance of getting away at this point. She resigned herself and followed the other two girls out of the limo.

As she stepped out onto the pavement, she looked up to see the HRI headquarters. It looked like an Aztec stone pyramid, several stories tall, reliefs carved along its surface. A glass covered garden ringed its base. The only modern touch was a small entrance at the base of the pyramid. The headquarters stood in a few acres of well-cut grass, the clearing completely surrounded by tall dark trees. Cindy was awed by the power of the scene before her, but only took a moment before returning her attention to the strange men who held her captive.

Alan and Brice talked quietly as they strolled up to the entrance, their entourage in tow. Besides the three girls, six black suited men followed behind, ensuring that the girls didn’t decide to make a break for it.

As they passed through the entrance, Alan turned back to the girls. “Don’t worry, this is your new home for now. I’m sure you’ll come to like it. But first let me show you our proudest creations.”

Alan waved the girls through the main door and into a long hallway. A row of pedestals, each roughly six feet around and a foot above the floor, lined each side, and atop each platform was one or two people. Cindy looked over the display. Atop the first several platforms stood visions of human perfection. Women and men of every human race were found, each a perfect specimen of their people. Each woman was the vision of a man’s wet dream, with shapely form, round, firm breasts, and sculpted, seductive features. Each one molded to the standards of her race. The men were the ultimate representations of masculinity, their form chiseled and features handsome. Most were paired, locked in displays of their sexuality, silently coupling for the passing visitors. Some sat alone, presenting their bodies for inspection by passing guests. Cindy watched entranced by a beautiful Asian woman who seemed to be conducting herself in a slow sensual dance. Cindy felt her own internal fires begin to spark at the examples of human beauty surrounding her.

“These are our finest work in the human form. We have surpassed normal surgery, and each of these examples is the living proof of our techniques. These members each came to us as ugly ducklings, and we molded them into the perfect swans before you. To prove our methods were beyond the normal boundaries of medical science, each of these members had both their sex and race changed. With our new techniques, there is nothing our technicians can’t do. Come and see our more exotic works.” Alan beamed, clearly proud of the work displayed around him.

Cindy was shocked by the revelation. She looked into the eyes of an Indian woman who was silently moaning as her African companion moved between her legs. Cindy could hardly believe that the woman before her had once been a man and wondered what lay in store for her own group as they followed Alan down to the next gallery.

Cindy recoiled a bit at the next gallery. Displayed before her was a collection of people who could have won world records for their various dimensions. The least shocking were the women with mammoth breasts, and the men with enormous cocks. Some of the displays seemed almost normal, though Cindy soon learned they likely hid their special features after witnessing one woman pull a dildo from her pussy that was almost two feet long and six inches wide. Cindy looked to the floor, nauseated by not just the display, but the thought that she might join them.

“These are some of our more special requests. Several of our clients have very developed fetishes, and we do our best to help meet their requests. Our technicians have developed methods that allow our members to adapt easily to even the most extreme of enhancements.” Alan explained as they passed through.

Cindy followed along through many more such galleries, each displaying a particular aspect of HRI’s capabilities, from body modifications to programming features. Cindy had looked on in awe and fear at the sexual displays presented. HRI had everything from bondage to masseuse training. As they passed each display, Cindy worried about her future.

“And here is our final display. Some of our clients began making requests for a melding of nature with our members. With the help of our technicians, we have already finished developing the new techniques. These are our proudest accomplishments, the fusion of man and beast.” Alan waved his arms over the final gallery, presenting his latest masterpieces for the now sincerely frightened girls.

On each pedestal stood a lone figure, a perfect melding of human and animal features. Cindy reviewed the displays with dismay, seeing almost the entire compliment of mammal life melded to human form. On the right side, water tanks displayed creatures of the sea. Each melding was done to the features of a human. Cindy took a moment to closely look over the cat woman who slowly turned to display every facet of her form. A black coat of shiny fur covered her head to toe, save a white patch over her breasts and abdomen. Her breasts were still human shaped, two perfectly round globes covered in fir, her nipples, pink and erect, pointing out at the tips. A long tail flicked casually behind her, perfectly melded to the base of her spine. Her hands and feet now resembled paws, and Cindy noted that the cat woman no longer had a thumb, and her palm had cat-like pads. her face was a melding of feminine and feline features, her nose was pushed up, forming a cat like nostril, her face was slightly elongated into a muzzle, with whiskers on both sides. Her eyes were classically feline, and she stared down at Cindy through the slits. The cat woman had a human like head of hair, cut just above her neck. Finally, two pointed feline ears peaked through her hair on each side of her head. Most of the remaining displays were similarly melded with other species. A few though stood out as classical creatures. Cindy looked over many creatures of myth, centaurs, and mermaids, as well as more fiendish looking werewolves and demons.

After allowing his charges to review the masterpieces Alan chimed in again. “Not only are these creatures beautiful, they are wholly what you see before you. Their children will be as they are, and all are also designed to breed with humans as well. The offspring of mixed parentage will be fully of one species however.”

Cindy was now quite worried. She had been shown the wonders possible within this building and didn’t find any of the propositions to her liking. At least in Penbrooke, she was allowed to be herself, here she didn’t even know what she would become.

Alan led the group past the end of the gallery hall and down a row of offices. He led them into one of the rooms, and Cindy found it contained one large bed. Alan ushered in all three girls and then closed the door.

“Well, ladies, we won’t be ready for you for a little while. One of our clients has made a very special request and we’re still working out the bugs. Until then, enjoy yourselves. The technicians will be here when they’re ready. I’m sorry I can’t join in, but I really do have more pressing concerns at the moment. I look forward to seeing you when you’re finished.” Alan then left the room and the three girls succumbed to new programmed urges.

Cindy felt the tingle just as he left, and a moment later she was awash in passion. She felt her hands begin to fondle herself as she watched both Megan and Susan pull boxes from under the bed. Cindy walked over and lay down on the bed as the two other girls each buckled on a strap on cock. Megan’s new rubber appendage was as large as Cindy’s father’s cock, Susan sported a considerably smaller dildo, waving it gently as she climbed onto the bed. Megan lay down beside Cindy, and Cindy quickly straddle her hips over her friend’s abdomen. As her damp pussy lips slid on her friend’s soft belly, her hands moved down, cupping Megan’s ample breasts for the first time. Cindy was already swept away by her own passion, and she embraced her love for Megan as she caressed and molded her friend’s soft globes with her hands. She reveled in the taste of Megan’s nipples as she slowly suckled at her friend’s teat, bring out cries of pleasure from Megan’s lips. As she massaged her friend’s breasts, Cindy heard the sound of vibrators and looked over to see Susan handling several of the toys. Cindy watched as Susan pushed a huge vibrating dildo into her pussy and then another smaller toy into her ass. Susan moaned as she impaled herself twice, and slowly humped the air with her rubber cock. Susan moved between Megan’s legs a moment later, and Cindy heard her friend gasp as Susan slowly pushed another monster dildo into Megan’s slit and another smaller phallus was pushed past Megan’s rectum.

Cindy felt Megan writhe beneath her, moaning as the two toys vibrated within her stretched holes. With that done, Cindy lifted herself up and slowly impaled herself on Megan’s huge strap on. Cindy had not felt so full since her last time with her father. Her pussy was stretched to the limit, and Cindy felt herself tracing every contour of the dildo her intimate flesh was slowly engulfing. Once she had filled herself completely, Cindy’s finger moved between her legs again, tracing across her nether lips where they met with the dildo within her. She whimpered at the strange sensation of her finger moving across her stretched pussy lips. She was allowed to enjoy being so fully stretch for only a moment before she descended on her friend again. Her lips met Megan’s and they kissed passionately, their breasts jiggling together, their erect nipples poking into the other’s soft flesh. As she lay there, finally embracing her friend, Cindy felt Susan’s hands caress her ass. Cindy’s hands moved back, and pulled her cheeks apart, giving Susan full access to her anal passage. Cindy had experience anal sex before on one of her impulses. After the initial adjustment, she found herself enjoying the experience. Now she was treated to the experience of having both her holes filled at once. Susan guided her strap on between Cindy’s ass cheeks and sank the full length of her dildo into Cindy. Susan’s dildo had been perfectly selected to fill Cindy to the breaking point, and Cindy moaned as it sank into her.

Soon, Cindy found herself washed away by the unique stimulation of having both pussy and rectum filled to the brim. She lay between Megan and Susan as both girls pumped their dildos into Cindy’s receptive folds. As they filled Cindy, the vibrating dildos within them stimulated their own burning passions, and they moaned in pleasure humping at Cindy. Cindy felt the two dildos pound within her, Susan and Megan varied their trusts, sometimes alternating and sometimes thrusting together. Each variation stirred Cindy’s passion, her hands exploring Megan’s body beneath her as each new filling thrust brought her closer to the edge. Finally, she felt her pussy clamp down around the invading dildo and she screamed out in passion as an orgasm gripped her.

Over several hours the three girls continued. Orgasming every few minutes as they caressed and fondled each other’s body. Cindy was awash in feminine sensation, she ate out both Megan and Susan, and they did the same for her. She lay back to enjoy the intimate sensation of both girls licking her over her entire body. Their tongues assaulted her senses as they caressed her every tender spot, prodding her to multiple orgasms. Soon the roles reversed, and Cindy reveled in the intimate exploration of Megan’s every intimate and sensitive spot, pleased as she watched her friend writhe in near continuous orgasms from her ministrations.

Finally, the trio collapsed in ecstasy, having fully expended themselves. Cindy smiled warmly as she drifted off to sleep, her arms wrapped around her best friend, the happiest she had been since her programming.

Cindy awoke, her body ached from her previous exertions. She quickly forgot about the pain as she realized she was strapped in a chair. Her eyes flew open, and she looked around, unlike her first experience at HRI, she saw herself surrounded by lab equipment, and a large staff buzzed around her, busy with their work.

“Finally, I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up. Unfortunately, we need you awake for the next session, and Alan insisted you be given a full rest.” Commented a technician beside her.

Cindy tried to speak, but found her voice still not responding. She watched in mute horror as she felt the programming interface on her neck. Cindy sobbed inside, wondering just what was going to be done to her.

“Okay, we’re going to begin the session. I’m going to ask you questions as we go, respond as well as you can to each question.”

Cindy felt sparks fly through her head. Her thoughts muddled, and she felt her apprehension retreat. As she lay there, she found herself unable to keep a line of thought together. After a few moments, she felt herself fall into a pliant, nearly unthinking state.

“What is your name?”

“Cindy Stewart.” She answered automatically. As she did her head exploded in a million points of pain. She laid there panting for a moment as she recovered from the shock.

“What is your name?”

“Cindy Stewart.” Cindy replied again, this time with very little confidence in her voice. Again, the pain shot threw her head.

“What is your name?”

Cindy lay there confused, her clouded mind searched desperately for the answer. Finally, she conceded, scared by the revelation. “I don’t know.”

A new sensation washed through her mind, a slight stinging coursed through her head.

“What is your name?”

“Kitten.” Cindy answered. Her mind revolted for a moment, but try as she might, she couldn’t contradict the statement. She knew it was wrong, that they had stolen her real name, but now Cindy thought of herself as Kitten.

The questioning continued, each time ripping away a part of her identity, and replacing it with their own reality. Cindy was helpless and could only watch as slowly she became a new creation, one her tormentors called Kitten. She felt her new identity take shape, but a small part of Cindy remained, resisting the changes, and reminding Kitten of what she really was.

Finally, the process was complete, and the technicians removed Kitten’s unconscious form from the chair, moving her to a lab table.

Kitten was strapped down, and probes attached to her nude form. A doctor attached an IV to her arm and checked the rest of the probes. He attached another IV to her other arm, and left Kitten alone as strange fluids slowly flowed through her veins.