The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I had finally reached the end of my rope. After a weeklong press of blue rooms, blue bugs, drugs in my drink, weird trigger-phrases, kinky sex, slutty clothes, even Hypno-View® contact lenses, my ass was kicked. I was flopping around in the back of the mysterious black van as it made its rickety way back to pavement. The only thing that helped in the flopping department was the stretcher I was tied to, neat as a package. Also, I wished there were a little more to the dress I had on—I was starting to get raw in some places a girl doesn’t like to chafe.

These people had known all about Max and me. And they’d emptied the gas tank on my getaway bike and stashed a stunner in the handlebars. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like Max had escaped. After the jolt that locked up all my joints, made me spill onto the road and gave me the hair of a Bangle, I was completely disoriented. There were people moving around in the back of the van, but they were only blurry aquarium fish to me. I think somebody bandaged up my leg then, but I can’t say for sure.

I knew there was no chance of escape—at least not for a while—so I tried to relax and forget about my throbbing skull. That’s when someone held up my head and gave me a capsule that turned out to be Valium. A little while later, when I was starting to feel much groovier, the van hit smooth pavement. The drone of the wheels put me out in short order.

Someone turned on the lights in a big, empty room. The sound of the flicking switch hung in the air as I began to stir in my—creepy black torture chair! My limbs jerked and I gasped, reacting as much to the sight of the spidery appliance as to the feel of a dozen freezing metal braces and cuffs on my skin. Yup, I was naked again, if you didn’t count the bandage on my scraped up leg. I was in the center of a white, hexagonal room, the ceiling of which seemed to stretch on for three or four stories overhead. The walls were fairly close. There was a tray to my left that bore a set of gleaming dental tools. A professional-looking olive skinned man stood in the doorway in front of me.

“What’s with the Marathon Man decor?” I croaked at him, speaking for the first time in hours.

The man frowned politely as he searched in his head for the reference. “Ah,” he said finally, glancing at the tray full of shiny tools. Suddenly he looked embarrassed. “We’re tight on space in this facility, so this room is normally used as an interrogation cell. Sorry if we gave you the wrong idea.”

Since he was being so nice, I tried to think of a polite way to raise the question of the room’s other purpose, and then ask why I was naked, chained six ways to Sunday in a chair straight out of H.R. Giger. Before I could take a stab at it, high heels clacked toward us in the hall outside. The sound of those heels made the last week of my life feel like ten years.

“Keeley!” I burst out, and the sound of her name rang in the six-walled room even after my Boss Lady had walked in. As usual, she was wearing a serious jacket and skirt. Her curly hair was piled up on top of her head, and her blue eyes twinkled through her stylish eyeglasses with obvious glee at my excitement, though she only allowed herself a prim smile.

She hesitated near the door for several seconds, looking me over—a little worry mixed in with a cool appraisal of her compromised operative. Then she took a step forward. “That will be all, Rene,” she purred to the man on door detail, who gave her a little salute, winked at me, then pulled the door shut on his way out.

Keeley’s frosty veneer melted the moment we were alone. “My god, Akiko!” she cried, crossing the room in three strides to wrap her arms around me in the black contraption. “I’m so glad we were able to get you back!”

“Me too, ma’am!” I chirped as she squeezed me a little too hard. “Why am I naked in the torture room?” I added as delicately as possible.

“I’m so sorry, honey.” Keeley lowered her voice. “You’ve been exposed to all kinds of coercion, and until we can reverse that, you’re a danger to yourself and to us.” She started to fuss over the cuts and boo-boos from my motorcycle spill.

“Yeah, you can say that again.” I watched her frown at the bandage on my leg. “But where were you while Max and I were in Mexico?”

She patted my head. “The short version,” she began, phrasing it like a question. “I was subjected to the same procedure as you.” Her cheeks flushed, and I decided not to ever tell her that I’d seen the whole thing. “But I was able to resist, because...” she trailed off, meeting my eyes uncertainly. “Well,” she leaned in to my ear and whispered, “I don’t like men.” I nodded to show that her personal info was safe with me. I was hoping that she couldn’t sense how much her declaration excited me.

“They sent me back to headquarters, to capture Chief Director Pendleton and bring him to Soporo. There are several Min Sect people currently inside Nepthys, so I knew that if I turned myself in for debriefing, I’d be killed and the whole process would begin all over again. As soon as I was away from Soporo, I went underground.”

“What is this place?” I asked.

“This is a Nepthys sub-compound that is isolated from headquarters. It operates independently from the main branch, by and large. The people here were able to erase my programming and recover you. Now it’s your turn.”

“But what about Max?”

“My extraction team wasn’t able to catch her. They found her abandoned motorcycle after they captured you, but she was gone. We trained you both very well and that worked to our disadvantage.” She smiled a little.

“We can’t leave her,” I cried. “I don’t think she can stand up to much more of their brainwashing. I know I couldn’t.”

Keeley squeezed my fingers. “Max is your next assignment. We’ll send you in to get her, and once you’re clear, another team will secure Soporo Health Spa.”

I smiled at the notion of “securing” a health spa, but then I remembered the faux gym patrons taking out me and Max like yesterday’s trash.

I tugged a little at the restraints. “Does that mean I get out of here soon?” I asked, looking at her hopefully.

Keeley looked around the room, then pulled a small control unit out of her jacket pocket. Pointing it over her shoulder at the door, she caused three locks to slide home. Then she pointed it at the ceiling and brought the lights down. I noticed then that I’d been bathed. My skin smelled like vanilla and my hair smelled like jasmine, when last time I checked it had reeked of burning yacht. It was tied up smoothly behind my head, and I didn’t need to look to know that it was secured with something expensive and pretty. Keeley was giving me this enigmatic little ghost of a smile, so I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Before I can let you go, you must be de-programmed. And the best way to do that is to first emphasize your natural loyalties,” she explained, as I looked at her blankly.

“To the people you are loyal to of your own free will,” she clarified. I still didn’t get it.

“To me,” she half-whispered.

Oh.

“You mean...” My eyes widened.

She held up her palms and took a step back. “Akiko. This is only the first step. Once we complete that step, the rest is a very simple matter of pharmaceuticals. I won’t be programming you to obey me, only breaking your loyalty to the Chairman and re-establishing your free will.”

I chewed on that for a sec.

“This is a voluntary procedure. I’m sure we can crack this another way, but this is the fastest method that we know of, and Max...”

“I’ll do it, Keeley.” She was reading objections into my slowness to get her drift. I’d had my brain fried so many times in the last week that I was feeling a little thick, but the fringe benefit was that I was very into girls as of late. No way was I going to pass up an opportunity like this!

“You’re sure?” Keeley pressed. She was being so cute, like it was our first date.

“Oh, yes indeedy.”

She relaxed visibly. “Good.” The little smile grew.

She pressed another button on her remote dealie, and my chair started to move. I tensed up instinctively, but it gently rearranged itself into a skeletal table. When it stopped I was flat on my back, getting wet in spite of my recent bad experiences in this pose.

Keeley pulled something else out of her jacket and showed it to me: a tiny syringe full of green fluid. “I have to give you this,” she said apologetically. I nodded and she removed the cap, thumped the side and squirted out the air bubbles. Moving swiftly to counter her obvious reluctance, she smoothly pushed the needle into my arm. Pleasant, syrupy warmth flowed into my shoulder, then into my chest and downward. I sighed and closed my eyes, lost in the process of relaxing. This was already heavenly.

I heard rustling, and turned my head to see Keeley efficiently wiggling out of her jacket and skirt. Underneath, my naughty Boss Lady was wearing only thigh-highs and an elegant bustier. Her austere outer garments plopped to the floor. She blushed when she saw me staring at her, but I couldn’t help it—the yummy green stuff she’d injected me with was already going to my head. Demurely, she began to take off her glasses, but I said, “Leave those on, please.” She smiled, pushed them up her nose with her index finger and leaned over me.

“How do you feel?” she murmured, her mouth millimeters from mine.

“Feel pretty good.” I was getting wasted. All those restraints and straps slackened, then snicked into the larger frame of the chair, but before I had a chance to move around she pressed her lips onto mine. I lost interest in my newfound freedom and plunged my tongue into her mouth. We made out like two candyflipping ravers for a while. A week ago I might’ve been embarrassed by the sounds I was making.

Eventually Keeley pulled away for air. “Akiko, you have to relax or this won’t work,” she implored, in tones that suggested she was far from chill, herself. She started rubbing my sternum, making my back arch reflexively. “You must do what I tell you. Relax.”

“Yes...” I offered helpfully. I was pretty familiar with this whole mind control routine by now.

“Yes what?”

“Yes ma’am,” I answered, as my back returned to the rapidly warming metal table. Jesus. After the last week I was probably going to be into submissive sex for life.

Her head moved over my stomach, and a few stray curls of her hair began to drive me absolutely crazy. “The Chairman...” she said, exhaling onto my tummy. “You like him?”

“Oh, yes ma’am!” I exclaimed, mostly from what Keeley was doing.

“You obey him?”

“Yes ma’am.”

She began licking around my navel, and the drug she’d given me was running wide-open through my bloodstream. “He is an old man.” My vision pixelated in the grips of a hot flash.

“Y-yes ma’am.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to anything that wasn’t a question or a command.

“He’s too old for you, don’t you think?” Again with the licking.

“No. No ma’am. He’s very nice and very smart.” I liked the Chairman. He smelled good.

She stuck her tongue into my belly button, causing me to grab her by the hair with great enthusiasm. I moaned so that the microphones up near the ceiling could hear. Keeley gently disengaged my fingers and rose up. “Relax, Akiko,” she commanded, placing my arm back onto the table. “You will not move until I say so. You cannot move at all.”

Her words caused dizziness to spin outward from a point just behind my eyes. I saw stars as most of my strength ebbed away. “Just lie there,” she said into my ear. “Let me do the work.” With every word I felt weaker. Heavier. I couldn’t move my half-closed eyes from the center of the ceiling overhead. My lips were parted, expectant.

“That’s fine,” Keeley encouraged, causing me to moisten further. “Let’s continue, shall we?” I tried in vain to nod. She was back to working my belly button, which made my nerve endings light up like a thousand cigarette lighters at a Prince concert.

“The Chairman. Has he ever made you feel like this?”

“No ma’am. Can’t say he has.” My tongue wouldn’t work right. My words came out in a delirious drawl.

“How about this?” she inquired, brushing her fingertips along the lips of my vadge.

I didn’t want to be rude and not answer, but I was busy cumming so hard that the metal table was rattling. Keeley waited a discreet moment, then reposed the question. “Has the Chairman ever made you feel like that?”

“No ma’am!” I started to rhapsodize about her hella good sexual skills, but she put her finger to my lips.

“Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to, honey,” she admonished. Then she stepped away, taking her fantastic heat with her. “Let’s move on to phase two.” The table descended a couple of feet—I felt like the weight of my paralyzed body was causing it to sink into the floor. She worked on something out of sight. I was trembling in anticipation of phase two.

She let me suffer like that for a bit, without even talking. Then she stepped over me and straddled my neck and shoulders. All I could do was gaze up at her and wish that I could reach up and pull her fabulous tits out of that bustier. Keeley stared down at me, then expertly leaned backward to fill me with a sublimely purring vibrator. Her eyes never left mine.

“I helped make you what you are today, Akiko. I recruited you after school, set you up with your place, trained you and encouraged you. Correct?”

“Yes ma’am,” I moaned over the electric motor between my legs.

“You work for me because you want to, not because I send little blue bugs after you and hypnotize you. Isn’t that right?” she demanded, towering over me.

“Huhn....” I was focused on my buzzing clit. I could tell that Keeley was also having a hard time sticking to the script, from the distinct tang in the air. I mean, her snatch was right over my face! My tongue darted between my lips.

“You work with me to rid the world of terrorism. The old man wants you to bring Nepthys down. He made you capture me. Do you want to work for such a man?”

There was no doubt in my mind. “No!”

“Do you want to follow him around like a bimbo, servicing him while you wait to be sent into the world to do evil?” She was starting to sound a little like a televangelist. She looked a damn sight better than any Bob Tilton, especially from this angle.

“No ma’am!” I shouted. My walls contracted and my asshole went along for the ride.

“You are Akiko Masumi, Nepthys Cobalt Level Operative, correct?”

That was it—I came again at hearing my name and title. What was that about? My eyes screwed shut, and I caught a fleeting glimmer of the Chairman’s face on the backs of my eyelids. I tried to draw a breath.

“Answer the question, Akiko!”

I opened my eyes to see her glaring down at me; nipples rock hard, chest heaving, fingers working absently at nothing. A few curls stuck to her clammy forehead.

“Ma’am! I’m Akiko Masumi, Nepthys Cobalt Level Operative. Yes ma’am!”

Keeley’s voice dropped a register. “Excellent. I believe we’re finished with phase two. Let’s celebrate,” she suggested, lowering herself onto my face.

And there I was again; in a swank meeting room at Soporo Health Spa. I felt so good after my session with Keeley, except for a little queasiness at being back behind enemy lines. Chairman Korjdaan was briefing Max and me about our next mission, and as he moved succinctly through his instructions I did my best to play the part of Super-Attentive Hypnogirl. What I was really thinking was how much I wanted to finish the work Max and I started last time we were here.

It was easy to return without facing too many dangerous questions. The Nepthys sub-team that had rescued me had covered their tracks well; all I had to do was concoct a story about my delayed return, so I simply told the Chairman that Max and I were attacked by a group of thugs with no love for Anders. Max had of course escaped, and I was captured. Eventually, I told him, they let their guard down and I got away as well. I’m a good bullshitter, so he bought the story.

“So. The two of you understand the details of your next mission?” Korjdaan inquired.

Max, glassy-eyed, immediately chimed, “Yes sir!” I got distracted by how hot she looked in her tight-fitting leather number, and by her cute ponytail. It was good to be with her again.

“Ms. Masumi, you are clear on your objective to recover Director Keeley Sutton?” He was a little irate with my spaceyness.

“Yessir,” I lied. My mind, now my own, had been gleefully doing its own thing during his entire mission outline. I sat up straight, crossed my legs and tossed my hair fetchingly. It was painfully obvious that the old man was starting to have a thing for me, so I coasted by his sharp instincts on my feminine wiles.

He looked like he was going to say something to me, but he stood. “Please report to the Blue Room now. Both of you. You need a reinforcement session before you leave.”

This time I made a show of being on the same page with Max. “Sir!” we barked, then made our exit in step.

We made our way down the hall in silence for a bit, as I tried to suss out Max’s condition. It looked to me like she’d had her brains fried some more, but she seemed different—more vacant, less focused. I couldn’t tell if it was what they meant to do to her or if she was just starting to break down under the strain. No matter, Maxi, I’m springing you out of here!

I sure didn’t want to keep my appointment in the Blue Room, so I made my move. “Max,” I hissed. No response. I looked at her: she was totally on autopilot. I wondered if she was even blinking those doe eyes. I moved into her path to block her. “Max!”

She stopped, but looked right through me. “Max, I have to go to the armory real quick and swap out one of my pistols. Come with?”

Max focused on me, with effort. “We must go to the Blue Room. We need our treatment.” The way she said “need” gave me goosebumps.

“And we will. But I have to get a new gun, and I get lost in this place sometimes. I need you,” I begged, playing up to the Big Sis programming that everyone seemed to feel was necessary to keep me in check.

She frowned. “All right, but be quick.” I could tell she was just going along with me to get to the Blue Room quicker—Max knew what a pain I could be when I wanted.

I didn’t give a shit about the armory; I was just trying to find a relatively private place for a few minutes. It didn’t take long to spot an empty office. Without warning, I grabbed Max’s wrist and pulled her inside, pushing the door shut with my back.

Luckily, Max was more confused than angry. “Akiko, what are you doing? We have to get to the Blue Room.”

“Poor horny Max,” I soothed, “I’ve got something better than that.” And before she could give me any lip about it, I shoved my little canister of hypno-aerosol in her face and sprayed her a good one.

“Uh!” she gasped, as I put a few feet between myself and the cloud of mind-melting mist around Max. She coughed and jammed her fists into her eyes, but there wasn’t a lot of fight in her. Slowly, she lowered her hands from her face, and I watched her lids twitch around the whites of her eyes. Before the cloud of spray had even dispersed, she slipped to her knees, let out another feeble moan, then collapsed, legs splayed out awkwardly.

“Max, I know you can hear me, so just listen.” I crouched down next to her, took her hand. “I’m in control of you now, ‘kay?”

She shook her head weakly, eyes shut. “N-no. Not you. I have to control you,” she protested. “’Posed to take you to the...”

“Yeah yeah, to the Blue Room,” I finished for her. “The Blue Room is wack, this whole place is wack, and I am commanding you to leave with me right now.”

She frowned. “Noooo.”

I didn’t have time for this, so I misted her again. “Max, I’m in control of you now. Stop resisting me.”

She inhaled sharply, taking in even more spray. Her eyes fluttered open, and though she was looking about three light-years over my shoulder, I could tell she was paying attention now. “What can I do for you, Akiko?”

I was a little overwhelmed with how cute she was, right then. “Well for starters you can kiss me, homegirl.”

So, Max in tow, I made a beeline for the elevator back up to the spa. No one tried to stop us until we got to the last security checkpoint. A couple of suits in Raybans were waiting for us. “Just a moment please,” one of them said, raising a hand.

A voice boomed out of the intercom overhead. “Stop them.” It was the Chairman. I guess he wasn’t so distracted by my feminine wiles as to leave us unmonitored. Both goons made to reach for their pistols, but I was way ahead of them. I pulled my Glocks and wasted them, then grabbed Max and headed for the elevator. Lucky for us, it was on the right floor.

As we waited to reach the spa, I bounced on my heels nervously, watching Max out of the corner of my eye. She seemed weak as a kitten, and it was all she could do to keep up with me. And we still had to get to the parking deck.

A chime sounded when we reached the right floor, and the doors opened to reveal the poolroom, still in a state of repair after our last visit. I hadn’t even taken a step forward when a strong, suntanned arm reached in and yanked me out. As I stumbled to regain my balance, a blow struck me on the neck and I went down hard. My guns skittered across the pool deck.

“Hey, why don’t you join us,” a familiar voice invited, as a foot cracked down on my spine. “Maybe swim a few laps?”

I hurt, but not enough to stay down. Rolling onto my back, I snapped my legs into the air and sprang to my feet. I’d placed the voice correctly; it was my pal Ken, surrounded by his bronzed Californian friends. A couple of pool cuties were busy grabbing Max.

“Thanks, but we can’t stay,” I said, circling him. He grinned at me and assumed a boxing stance. He was overly eager and made the first move, but this time I was ready for him. I traced a foot in a graceful arc across and under his feet, knocking him on his ass. Then I followed through by dropping onto his larynx with my elbow, Smackdown style. Sorry, Barbie.

A crush of operatives in swimsuits moved in quickly to encircle me. The remaining pair was busy hustling my partner back into the elevator. “Max!” I yelled desperately, “Stay with me!” Then the doors closed, and she was gone.

“Fuck!” I screamed, as a half-dozen people started to attack me. I grabbed the first pair of arms to get in my space, and luckily they belonged to two different ladies. Slamming them together, I caused their skulls to meet in a most satisfying way. They had funny expressions on their faces as they slumped to the floor. I could’ve sworn I saw little cartoon stars and birds orbiting their heads. But there were more attackers behind me, so I did a nice little flip over the stunned girls, then planted myself in front of the elevator. It was a bad place to be, tactically, but I had to risk it if I wanted to go after Max again.

The next girl was much more of a problem: she decked me a few good ones before I even noticed that her hands were moving, and it took all of my concentration to fend her off. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a Latino chick raise something big over her head, as the first girl swung toward my head. I chose to deflect what was now recognizable as a flowerpot veering toward my skull, and took the full force of the judo chop. I slammed into the elevator doors, then watched my vision tunnel as I slid to my knees. It wasn’t looking good for me.

“Get her up, Amber!” the Latino girl was saying, and I felt myself hoisted to my feet.

“Jesus, she’s a hellcat!” Amber spat. “Fucking bitch!” And she punched me in the chops to make her feelings crystal clear. Before I could visit the floor again, she tossed me over her shoulder and rang for the elevator.

“I sure am glad I get paid for this,” the Latino girl remarked, nursing her wrist. “Look what she did to Letitia and Anya!” I couldn’t really look because my nose was jammed into the small of Amber’s back.

“Honestly, I don’t know why the boss bothers with these mind control escapades,” Amber opined. “Seems a lot easier just to hire good help.”

“What’s holding up the fucking elevator?”

As if on cue, the chime sounded. I heard the doors open and waited to be hauled back down to the Blue Room again. Instead, I heard the distinctive sound of a silenced pistol and the muted grunt of the Latino girl, followed by a plop.

“Hey, hold up a sec...“Amber warned.

“Put her down,” I heard Max say, deadly serious.

I was quickly restored to my feet, and I struggled to stay there as Amber backed away from me slowly. Max motioned to the elevator with her pistol. “Get in there.”

“Cool. Cool.” Amber backed inside. She was even so helpful as to quickly punch the button that closed the doors, to speed herself on her way.

I was aware of Max hovering next to me, so I stopped checking out my tenderized head to look at her. She still had the air of a pod person, but her jaw stuck out firmly. She offered her arm in support.

Five minutes ago she’d seemed barely able to walk, now she was helping me step around the KO’d cuties toward the lobby. Oh well, as long as one of us can deal.

As if reading my mind, Max offered, “Your last command. ‘Stay with me’. I had to obey it, and the more I did, the more I realized how much trouble you were in.” She looked at her hands. “We don’t have long before that spray of yours wears off. Oh. ‘Scuse me a minute, please.” I was dimly aware of more opposition as we made our way to the parking deck, but Max made short work of the remaining hostiles.

I had the presence of mind to stop her when we reached her Blazer, and activate the transceiver in my Badtz Maru watch. “Keeley. We’re clear.”

“Excellent,” her voice crackled back. “Give Max my regards. After you haul ass out of there.”

I looked at Max. “Can you drive?”

Max responded by pushing me into the passenger seat. “I got it.”

As she started the engine, I could hear helicopters converging on the spa.

“So what did we learn, Akiko?” Keeley asked breezily. Max and I were hanging out in Keeley’s office, informally shooting the shit after lots of report writing, de-briefing and de-programming, in Max’s case. Finally, I was back at Nepthys headquarters.

Remembering my very first visit to Soporo Health Spa, I postulated, “Never go into a potentially hazardous situation without calling in first. I am not Supergirl.” Keeley smiled approvingly. “Although I do kick much ass, if I don’t say so.”

Her smile turned to a mixture of resigned exasperation and undisguised lust, before quickly fading into her usual, businesslike mask. “Just please save us all a lot of... headache, and remember procedure from now on.”

“Anything else?” Max asked me.

“Beg pardon?”

“Did you learn anything else?” she repeated coyly.

“Well, there was maybe one other thing...”

Two pairs of expectant eyes waited for my answer.

“Girls smell good,” I declared. Much giggling ensued, as I wondered how to manage this major new intersection of my personal and professional lives.