The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Amber focused on her game for the most part, but did glance up now and again. Well after midnight in a casino on the Vegas strip, it was sparsely populated, but by no means empty. It would be a few more hours yet before the floor would be all but deserted as the destitute and hungover dragged themselves to their hotel rooms to sleep it off or cry it out.

Finally able to go to come to Sin City for the first time as money, time, and age finally conspired to make it possible, it was an opportunity she was going to waste sleeping the night away. She’d already hit some shows and had generally gone on a bit of a tear since arriving, including talking herself out of a drunk and disorderly charge. Maybe she was a good talker, or maybe the cop just liked how she filled out a bikini top.

Either way, she was smart enough to know that she probably should lay low for a while and not go out of her way to catch attention again. To that end, an empty bank of slots were as good a place as any to be. She’d just let the machine slide another of her twenties down its greedy gullet and started the rapidly rolling columns, only to watch them stop on, while not a loss, not a win of anything that mattered. The instant the play ended, a cheery voice made itself heard from her right. “Hi. How are you?”

She turned to see a beautiful, young, nothing short of Amazonian woman standing before her, clipboard in hand. Brown hair cut in a bob made a nice frame for her face and those unique gray eyes. Hints of her powerful physique could be seen even beneath the clean lines of the black blazer with emerald trim, knee-length skirt, and heels that marked her as casino management. The gold nameplate said “Traci,” and Amber filled in the rest. “Sorry. I’m not here enough to make a player’s club card worth it to me to bother signing up for.”

“Oh, I could sign you up if you like, but that’s not why I wanted a moment of your time. I’m Traci and, as you might have guessed, I’m from LTL Resorts. Are you staying with us in the hotel or just enjoying the gaming floor this morning?”

“I’m just losing at your slots right now. I’m staying farther down the way.” Amber had to admit Traci’s delivery was smooth and she seemed genuinely friendly. “I don’t really want to sit through a time-share that I can’t afford anyway for your version of ‘free tickets’ either.”

She smiled. “Well, I’m not here for that either. I’m just wondering if you’d be interested in twenty-five hundred dollars in free play?”

That piqued her curiosity and it showed in her dark eyes, but Amber wasn’t a stupid girl. “For that much money, what’s the catch? Do I have to play forty-year old legacy stuff in the back or what?”

Traci had a bit of a cornered expression and Amber enjoyed the little victory. “The thing is that we’ll be asking you to play new slots that no one has played before. And, after you’ve spent the free play funds we’d like you fill out a survey with all the usual things: Are the icons interesting? Did you like the game? Did you like the bonus games? What could we do better? You get the idea.”

“Also, they’re set to be a little loose on purpose so we can plot payout schedules, test the how the win and loss sounds effect the player, things like that. Anything left on the game after the free play card amount has been spent is yours, regardless of amount.”

Amber was definitely interested in what she was saying, in part because she really had no clue that designing these things was so complicated, but, mostly because she could keep anything that was left. Even if I just get my twenty bucks back I’m good. I’ll sure as hell play ones that are loose on purpose. “Sure, I’ll do it.”

Traci smiled broadly. “Wonderful.” She put forth her clipboard. If you could sign these, I’ll take you our testing area.”

Amber’s senses piqued again. “What am I signing?”

Traci pointed to each form in turn, flipping papers up to display each. “The top is simply our understanding written out: that you agree to play, we agree to give you the free play, and you get to keep anything on the machine beyond the amount we offer you.”

She continued, not losing a bit of her enthusiasm, “The next one is a standard non-disclosure agreement. You won’t talk to anyone, post to social media, etc, about any part of the game until after it’s been rolled out.”

Traci blushed ever so slightly, “This one is your notice that you’re okay with being exposed to adult content.” Her voice dropped slightly. “Some of the bonus games are a little...raw? We’re just looking at new ways of keeping people in their seats.”

Amber thought it was a little crazy. “It’s Vegas. It’s pretty wall-to-wall raw already. People really get freaked out over naked women on a slot machine?”

The manager sighed. “Yeah, some of the older players can be a little sensitive about that. They’re used to wild animals and jewels in their games, not naked girls.”

Amber rolled her eyes. Old people. “Got it.” She skimmed the paperwork, not bothering to sit and really read any of it, but it all looked pretty standard so she signed.

Traci looked everything over herself. “Perfect. If you’ll follow me, please?”

She followed behind Traci, watching her put one foot in front of the other in almost a march; it had that sort of sense of certainty to it. There was also a certain tempting sway. Amber guessed that maybe she’d once been a showgirl, or a dancer, or something. She followed as Traci led her from the gaming floor through a secure door that Traci used her keycard and code to open, leading her through a long corridor. The walls were a clean white while the brown and black game floor carpeting followed them through there as well.

About three-quarters of the way down the hall, she swiped and coded her ID at another door before leaning down so that her right eye could be scanned.

“You guys really take this stuff seriously.”

“With proprietary...well, everything...you have no idea.”

They entered a dimly lit entryway and once the steel door closed Traci turned to her and reached into her jacket pocket to give her what looked like a credit card that was mostly black but with flecks of glitter throughout and the number ‘007’. Traci sounded excited for her. “Here’s your play card. Just head down that way, first entry on your right, you can’t miss it. The card matches the machine number. When you’re done, just take the only exit left to you and head on to the follow-up area.

Amber nodded. “Pretty straightforward.”

“Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

Amber headed down the hall, the path darkening as she went until the lights of the machines in play acted as a beacon. She turned to see a large room with there rows of four machines. In the room were half a dozen others, four women and two men. One blonde hit a bonus and clapped for herself and giggled as the machine counted up her winnings. A couple of the others were so engrossed in their play that they just stared into the screen as they hit re-spin over and over.

She found machine number seven and smiled at the irony. It was Jayne Spectre versus the Evil Doctor. The artwork on the front had the artistic rendition of a buxom woman, one leg long, one leg bent with her elbow resting on it as she blew the smoke from a discharged, silenced weapon. She noted that the brown hair and those gray eyes reminded her of Traci in a way. She kept her grin as she made herself comfortable on the black leather bar stool and slid her card where the player’s club card would have gone, just above the play screen and waited.

Seconds later, her credits went from zero to a cool quarter million credits. Amber wished she could cash out now, but she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to. She really was wondering what the game would be like, but, ultimately was just sort of thrilled to be able to play the night away on someone else’s money.

She touched the screen and skimmed the rules and paylines. There were lesser icons like a silenced pistol by itself, open file folders, fancy cars, and a private jet. There were also the usual jewels like diamonds, emeralds, and rubies. What she needed for the bonus games, she saw, were renditions of Jayne Spectre like the cabinet art on reels one, three, and five.

Here goes. She hit “max bet” and started to play.

Amber played through spin after spin, seeing that they did indeed seem looser than the slots on the floor, as she was getting three and four lesser symbols every few spins that kept her bankroll up, but that about half of the winnings were going into a ‘payout’ position opposite her ‘credits’ tally. It made Amber happy, as it looked like she just might make some decent money out of this thing, even if it was set up so that she’d be there playing awhile.

More spins played and Amber watched as three huge sparkling diamonds lined up on both rows one and five, followed by and explosion. They glittered as diamonds rained down the screen, sparkling as they did while a sultry voice said, “Excellent.”

Adrenaline rushed through her at the substantial win watching her payout credits grow nicely. Anxious for the next win, she hurried up and hit “max bet” again. She was already going to come out of this better than a hundred dollars ahead. Yay me.

She kept spinning, but wins became fewer and farther between to the point where Amber was becoming just a bit frustrated until the diamonds promised to appear again, this time four in rows one and five and three in each row between. Her anticipation notched upward as each jewel settled in place. Come on.

They settled and the sounds sparkled as the diamonds glittered and fell and that sexy voice was heard again. “Soooo gooood.”

This time Amber let her frustration go. It was a good win and she wasn’t going to rush it. Instead, she was going to savor it. Besides, she thought, maybe that’s how it was set up because it was new; maybe if you didn’t let the bonuses play out it messed with the payouts.

And, it really was fun to just watch her money count up and the sparkling diamonds fall like rain. The graphics really were pretty; relaxing even. Each jewel seemed to pulse in its own rhythm, but the way they all came together. It was...fun to watch, so she relaxed and watched the diamonds fall and her money count upward.

But mostly she watched the diamonds fall.

Another smaller diamond jackpot appeared before her a few spins later and she smiled as that counted up, waiting patiently while it played out as it would. A few spins after that, excitement took her once again as Jayne Spectre appeared on reel one…

then three…

then five…

The soft thud of silenced gunshots could be heard before she looked up to see the bonus game unfold. On the screen appeared a thoroughly proper British gentleman in his perfect suit and tie, eyes a smoldering brown, and in every way the stereotype of a cultured Brit. Amber thought that somehow the only thing missing was a monocle and maybe she’d suggest it if they asked.

He spoke pleasantly enough and directly to the screen. He was a good actor if nothing else. “Ah, Ms. Spectre, there you are. I realize that this is a bit unusual; for a recruit to be called into my office, but your skill and aptitude scores are off the charts. Add to that that you are absolutely stunning and I think you’ll be perfect for a very special mission. First though, all that’s left is your final marksmanship test, so why don’t you see to that, and I’ll discuss the particulars with you later.”

Amber found herself actually having fun with watching Jayne make her way to the elevator and down to what was probably going to be the firing range. It made a sort of sense to her: make the bonus games part of a narrative and maybe you get people putting more money in just to see how it all comes out.

Jayne approached the short, skinny man and they engaged in some witty banter as the perspective changed from first-person to third. Amber wanted to giggle when she saw the visual pan out to see Traci standing there. At least it looked like Traci, though with very subtle differences in the nose and cheeks. Must be her twin. Amber had twin cousins and, over time, those subtle differences are just how you learned to tell one from the other.

The tech motioned to the ear protection. “Aren’t you going to…?”

“That depends, Michael,” Jayne began as she quickly, skillfully loaded her weapon, not even watching herself do it, as though it was second nature, “are the people you’re going to send me after going to wait for me to do it before they start shooting?”

Michael said nothing.

“I didn’t think so,” she replied coolly before she turned toward the targets and began to fire rapidly.

The screen switched to that of a black and white paper target with five red and white bullseyes beneath with, “Pick a bullseye. Two misses ends bonus.”

She picked the third one from the left and it flashed red and Amber watched the comic style ‘Bang!’ pepper the target, with each one displaying a credit amount. Amber liked the money coming in and she liked the way the red, orange, and yellow that surrounded the graphic all folded together and moved.

So entranced by it, it took prodding by the sexy ‘bonus’ voice with, “Pick another, honey.” to get her to stop watching and pick another. She picked the last one and, “Miss.”

Michael’s voice was uncharacteristically cold. “You have to do better than that Jayne, otherwise you’ll have no chance.”

His tone bothered her, but not in the way she might have thought it should. She actually...felt badly. “Do better. Be Better,” he said.

Do better. Be better

She picked the second bullseye and was thrilled to see, ‘Bang!’

Credits came and she was happy. She did better and she was happy.

When she missed with the next selection she was disappointed in more ways than one, but was content to go back to the game.

A lion roared at the other end of the room and Amber glanced upward long enough to see another woman at the other end of the room pull her pay slip from the machine and smoothly walk toward the exit.

Amber kept on spinning the reels, hoping that the reels stayed loose because she was well past three hundred dollars on what she was going to get to keep and had plenty left on what she still had to spend, so she was going to be here for a while.

That was okay though. She liked the game and the bonus was pretty fun, though she’d have to do better at the next bonuses, whatever they would be. Five diamonds on five rows and the sultry voice purred, “Ohhh, yeah.” in a tone that dripped sex.

Amber exhaled completely and watched the white sparkles rain and the jewels flare brightly in her eyes. The patterns were actually beautifully complex, but you had to let go and look at them. If Amber let go and just looked at them, it was like one intricate lattice layered upon the next.

It was beautiful.

A few nothing spins later and the Jayne Spectre bonus appeared for Amber once again. She looked up to see Jayne’s boss who congratulated her on her performance, which made Amber happy indeed as he sat Jayne down to give her the details on her mission. “Women are going missing,” he intoned with some dread.

“Women often do,” Jayne said plainly. “Most unfortunate, but how does that rise to the level of something that should concern us?”

“When the daughters of men in the upper echelons of politics go missing, we tend to take note,” he answered dryly slipping her a file on the missing women; one blonde, one brunette and both striking. The blonde, was, in fact, well-known runway model Fawn Kirby. The other, Robyn Wile, was the daughter of the Defense Minister.

“We, quite frankly, have little to go on beyond the fact that they were last seen at the Club Erotique just outside Paris in the company of one Jannette Lefevre, owner of said club. I suggest you start there.”

It faded to black and, when the screen lit again a moment later, it did so to display a standard cityscape of Paris that narrowed its focus to one very busy nightclub. Amber watched in rapt attention as Jayne made her way into and through the club, engaging in witty banter with Lefevre and her painfully thick accent before Jayne slipped away upstairs to look through the office files and hack the computer with a USB to rifle through those files as well. Lefevre opened the door, flanked by three proper goons.

“These aren’t your offices,” she pointed out.

“I was looking for the ladies room, actually,” Jayne quipped. Amber smiled. It was all pretty cheesy, but decently acted and very fun to watch. She wanted to find out what happened next.

“We have quite a few downstairs.”

Jayne’s gray eyes were downcast for a moment as though she were slightly embarrassed by her response, “Painfully shy bladder.”

Lefevre smiled. “I have good news then; when my men break you in half, your shy bladder will be the least of your concerns.” She gestured to them and they came at her like hungry wolves towards a fat rabbit.

Jayne’s response was powerful and quick. Sensing which would strike first she elbowed him in the jaw, sending him reeling before unleashing acrobatic moves and powerful strikes that Amber thought would have put the Sable Arachnid from those comic book movies to shame.

Jayne stood surrounded by the heap of broken men as she smoothed out her black evening gown before looking over the dismayed club owner. “Shy bladder, immodest reflexes.”

“So it would seem.”

Jayne rolled her eyes as Lefevre ran. The chase was on through the dance floor and out of the club, Jayne dispatching bouncers as quickly as she did the goons upstairs, but not quickly enough to prevent Lefevre from escaping in her sporty convertible.

Spectre watched with frustration as she peeled away, tires squealing. Thinking quickly, she headed towards the black sports car that had just rolled up to the valet. “Do pardon me,” she said, sliding in as the smarmy playboy stepped out, squealing her own tires as she drove for her quarry.

Amber’s heart was pumping as the view pulled back to display the view behind the vehicle as the city lights blurred and smeared in an illustration of speed before displaying a countdown with the instructions, ‘Select left or right to continue the chase. Two misses ends bonus.’

The cars careened through traffic and Amber watched excitedly, not wanting to fail. She needed to do better than last time. Lefevre disappeared from sight and the arrows appeared with Jayne’s voice being heard. “I can’t lose her. I have to do this right. Everyone is depending on me to be as good as they think I am.”

Amber wanted to see the story evolve. She even, strange as it sounded to her own mind at first, wanted to help Jayne. Amber took the words to heart. She had to be good and help. She had to help Jayne. She had to help the casino and the game’s designers. After all, they were essentially paying her to be there. She held her breath and touched the left arrow.

It flashed green and Amber was happy as the city blurred again in video game fashion leaving only the winding road and the trail of tail lights as the chase continued.

Hairpin turns, more screeching tires, and more heart-pounding for Amber. More twists and turns through the streets of Paris later, choices appeared again along with Jayne’s determined voice. “I have to do well. People are depending on me to be good. People need me to be good.”

It was true for Amber, too, she realized. The people here needed her to be good. If she wasn’t, all the effort they went to to give her this opportunity. She closed her eyes for a moment to quell her anxiety welling up inside her. Her finger reached up, hesitated for a moment in the center of the screen, then selected the left arrow again. When it flashed green and the chase continued Amber was as relieved as she was excited.

The chase pressed on and Amber watched excitedly as Jayne closed in on her prey, matching Lefevre turn for turn, weaving her vehicle through traffic at a breakneck pace. She began to slow slightly to make a rather wicked turn.

As soon as Jayne Spectre saw the action, she saw her chance. Drawing the pistol from the holster in her thigh she pointed the gun out the window and unleashed a flurry of gunfire that shredded one of her quarry’s tires, sending the sports car spinning from the road and into the side of a museum with the loud crunch of metal.

Amber watched Jayne park smoothly, open her door, and step from her vehicle casually and fluidly, as though this was just just a typical day for someone like her. Her weapon drawn while using her free hand to brace the wrist of her gun hand she moved slowly forward towards the smoking, broken vehicle as the wail of sirens grew closer.

Close enough to peer inside now, Lefevre was cut and bleeding, but still in the moment enough to stare dagger into Jayne as she approached. No weapon apparent, Jayne relaxed her guard only slightly. “Where is Robyn Wile?”

Lefevre smiled through her pain and shook her head slightly, though that seemed to cause her pain. “Who?”

“Where’s Fawn Kirby,” she demanded to know.

Lefevre coughed, bringing up a bit of blood. “Awww...we know how this works, don’t we? With my dying breath I give you a bread crumb and you parlay that into a little fucking and a little shooting until you finally find out who you’re even looking for.”

“Well,” she wheezed, “I’m dying so, to hell with it. Besides, it’ll make the game way too long that way.”

Jayne looked happy to be done with it despite her crazy musings. “Sorry that you think it’s a game dear, but it’s quite real for me and those poor girls. So who am I looking for?”

“I serve Dr. Tamara Tabico. We all serve Her whims. We are all Her thralls. Find Her and you’ll find the women you’re looking for...and more, my dear Ms Spectre, much more.” The scene ended with Jayne holstering her weapon and looking at the camera with viscous determination.

Amber stared on for a moment as the screen switched back to the generic wheel combinations of the game. Looking down at the screen she was happy more for the fact that her initial play amount was almost where it began than she was at the fact that she’d now banked enough to have almost covered her travel expenses getting here. I should have plenty left to see how it all comes out.

The only way to get back to the bonus was to play, so she played. She would spin and spin, immediately slapping the button before the play finished if her play didn’t hold the potential for a win with the jewels. When the diamonds appeared however, Amber happily relaxed and let the jewels fall.

When emeralds filled all rows but the forth Amber just let her mind go blank as the jewels fell. It wasn’t even that hard to let herself go that way. The jewels sparkled so nicely. The graphics were superb, so there was no reason to insult the people that put them together by ignoring them.

They were so complex. The diamonds and emeralds would appear together and it was like a perfect dance that she could almost read when she was relaxed enough. It felt good to be that relaxed. She spun over and over, one hour turning into two simply spinning frantically waiting for the jewels, then relaxing when they came to her. She could almost...read them; the patterns were just that intricate to her eye.

When emeralds started mixing with rubies on the pay lines she started feeling warm all over. It was as if the emeralds pacified her while the rubies did wonderful things to her, the red light oozing over her brain and down through her body like a fierce and tender lover, touching all the points that lovers knew and a few even Amber hadn’t known until the light touched them. She looked down at the credit count left on the card and she was happy even though her face was mostly expressionless at this point. I have enough to play forever.

Emeralds and rubies co-mingled even as the Jayne Spectre bonus appeared. The notion of seeing what happened to Jayne next brought her back. So excited was she that she paid no heed to the pain as her neck muscles protested the movement.

She had to watch as a beautiful snow-capped mountain range appeared. Somewhere in an unexplored corner of the French Alps...

The camera closed in and focused on Jayne creeping through a building, clearly concerned with stealth, winding her way towards only she knew where just then. Amber watched Jayne, dressed in form-fitting black crane her neck around the corner before turning back to tweak what looked like a fitness watch that displayed, apparently, what the hall cameras were seeing and Jayne manipulated the images.

When her watch was now feeding the empty hallway to the security cameras, Jayne moved, going into one of the rooms to find Fawn Kirby in her cell, if it could be called that. The walls were medical white and concrete but it was well-furnished. The bed was plush, a dresser with a makeup vanity and a desk went with it. A large television hung on the wall displaying two women in the throes of lust.

Fawn Kirby, blonde goddess, was on the bed as well. She looked very little like a prisoner as much as a woman ready for a boudoir photo shoot. Her hair was straight and her makeup immaculate with dark eyeshadow and cherry lipstick. Her rail thin but toned body was clothed in only a white belly shirt and bubblegum pink, thigh-cut panties. Kirby looked up in shock.

“Are you ready to go home, Ms. Kirby?”

She stared disbelieving for a moment before, “Thank God someone finally came.”

“The computer systems here were helpful that way. Follow me, we’ll collect the other I came for, get you somewhere safe, and then I’ll handle the good Dr. Tabico.”

“How are we getting out of here? This place isn’t exactly what one would call accessible.”

“I’ve carved a path to the helipad, but I’m not certain how long it will last, hurry up now.”

Fawn scrambled from the bed. “I sure hope you have,” she began,”I’m not exactly dressed for the weather.”

“One issue at a time. I’m sure the facility will provide what we need as we go. Speaking of going...” A hint of irritation crept into her voice.

Fawn stood almost at Jayne’s height, her eyes a study in gratitude, “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“That’s really not...”

Fawn stood on her tiptoes and kissed Jayne, inhaling sharply as she smeared her lipstick over her rescuer’s, whimpering as she did.

Jayne took her by the shoulders and pushed her away firmly. “Ms, Kirby...”

She found her self-control again in a rush of embarrassment that made her shy away from the gaze of those gray eyes. “There’s something I have to tell you before we go.”

The irritation became full-blown annoyance. “Ms. Kirby...”

“You’re drugged now,” she said with a coquettish smile, a hint of wild sneaking in behind in her green eyes.

Jayne’s brow knotted, puzzled for a moment until the realization took hold. She stepped back, wanting to make her way to the door, but the second step became a stagger and her turn turned into a near- complete spin with Jayne propping herself with a hand to the wall.

Amber watched, truly fearful for Jayne now. She couldn’t look away.

“Wha—” Jayne closed her eyes and pulled them back open through sheer force of will. With some effort, her eyes found Fawn’s “Why?”

Her lips kissed each word as though she were making love to each syllable. “I serve Dr. Tabico. I am Her thrall.”

There wasn’t really time for her mind to ponder the words as she desperately tried to think of a means of escape while her limbs tried to pull her towards the floor.

Fawn watched her with a smile as Amber watched the screen as her game screen was almost entirely blacked out, save only the emeralds which would flare so brightly that their reflection could be seen in Amber’s eyes even as her own were captured by the screen. She empathized with Jayne and she could feel her strength fade with Jayne’s. Relaxed. Calm. Aroused. Aroused at the powerful secret agent surrendering. That’s it, Jayne, let yourself go. You don’t have any choice. They’re so much stronger than you. Sleep now, fight later.

Amber watched Jayne slump to the floor, her eyes on the television screen just before they slammed shut realizing that the two women fucking one another senseless on the screen were Fawn and Robyn.

The scene went to black with the closing of an iris and there were several seconds where there was nothing but Amber and the lingering, slow pulse of the jewels, their light like little fingers rippling just beneath her direct line of sight.

The iris opened again and Amber barely stifled a gasp at the sight of Jayne, fully nude, ankles, wrists, and head restricted by stainless steel cuffs. Amber’s mind drifted to Traci for an instant, now being able to glimpse the sort of body that was hidden beneath that business suit. Spectre’s pussy lips flared obscenely as she was well and truly stuffed by a thick dildo that gleamed as brightly in the overhead light as the cuffs did. The toy looked to be connected by cables to a larger machine, but there was no hint of it.

The sight tugged at Amber physically by planting warmth between her legs and a flash of envy in her heart.

Jayne’s eyes focused on the sight ahead of her that the camera cut away to reveal: a score of young women, including Fawn and Robyn who shared several things in common. All were stunningly beautiful, any one of whom could have been plucked from Fawn’s modeling circles to be there.

All were dressed in the same way, sharing minimalist attire in the form of thigh-high platform boots with five inch heels that buckled just above the ankle, the knee, and, finally, at the lower thigh. All were so glossy black and form fitting that they appeared almost poured on, and the same could be said of the leather gloves that each wore to the elbow.

The other commonality that Amber noticed right away as the camera did a slow pan of their faces were the eyes. They were a strange combination of empty, blissful, and maniacal, as though they were completely devoted to the idea of being empty, save for what their Mistress wanted to put there.

Amber liked certainty in her life at this moment and her mind took note. She jumped when sinister music broke the silence and the women parted in the center of the line to reveal a woman in a white lab coat. Tall in her own right, though lacking heels she was dwarfed by the women behind her. Her hair was pony-tailed and dark, which just made the shock of white that ran through it stand out all the more. Her eyes were such a dark brown they seemed almost black if the light hit them just so and they carried with them an intensity that suggested that she didn’t need machinery to enthrall someone.

“Hello, Ms. Spectre. I hope you’re not too uncomfortable.”

Amber’s eyes widened at the realization that it was the same wetly sexy voice as the one that congratulated her on her big wins.

“Dr. Tamara Tabico, I presume?”

For her part, she smiled coyly. “Is it the lab coat that always gives me away? I bet it’s the lab coat.”

“Or perhaps it’s the hint of megalomania in the eyes,” Jayne offered defiantly. I’ve studied your dossier: recluse, failed neuroscientist, general laughing stock. It’s quite sad, really.”

“I’m familiar with you, too, Ms. Spectre, not that there’s much to be familiar with what with you being fresh out of agent school and all. Should I be insulted that they didn’t send one of their elites after me? I could make use of one of those men. You know the type: tall, rugged, devil-may-care.”

“I’m sorry you’re disappointed,” she said, though her tone suggested otherwise

Dr. Tabico walked slowly to Jayne and touched her belly, making her and Amber’s belly quiver in response before she gently squeezed a breast. “Oh, did I say I was disappointed? No, no, no, no...not at all. Indeed, I dare say I might have selected you to come and get me.”

The doctor glanced to her slaves, then back to Jayne as she spoke. You know, I’ve always thought about the boots and gloves thing myself, but they always seem to wear it all much better than I could. Then again, I’m still young and fit, I could probably pull it off. What do you think?”

“I think you’ve gone to a lot of trouble just to enjoy a fetish or two. Plan to take over the world, do you? I mean, that does seem to be the endgame for most of your ilk.”

She walked slowly around the table, continuing to Jayne as she went, “Oh, I’m well on the way to that already with a president here and a prime minister there. Those that circumstance won’t let me take directly? Their spouses, sons, daughters, and friends weave together a lovely network of both surveillance and influence.”

“And where do you think I fit into your plans, Doctor?”

Doctor Tabico made her way back to her chorus line of slaves before turning to face Jayne with a flourish. “I don’t know yet. Perhaps I’ll send you back to work where you can find ways to help me. Perhaps I’ll just keep you as a bath time playmate.” She smiled. “Whatever I decide for you, you’ll love it, even if the very idea would have made you retch yesterday.”

“Doubtful.”

“That’s the elegance of my work,” she said proudly, “you’ll see.”

Jayne struggled for an instant before resigning herself “We may as well get on with it then.”

Doctor Tabico turned to walk away before she froze and turned back with a grin, as though she were about to commit a grievous error and stopped herself in the nick of time. “I’ve seen this before, haven’t you? Now that I’ve filled you in on some of the details of my sinister plot, this is the part where I leave you, seemingly helpless, while I go off to plot more evil, get my nails done, or whatever it is that the evil genius goes to do while a threat to everything just sits there unattended.”

“You escape, which leads to my inevitable defeat, and, quite probably, the spectacular destruction of my facility.” She sighed deeply, ready to go that extra mile to do things right. “Since you’re already here, I’m already here, and I’ve already put so much money into this place, why don’t we skip all that, and I personally fuck your mind into a puddle of compliant goo.”

Amber’s eyes followed the doctor to a mammoth computer console straight out of a cheap 1970s science fiction film, complete with levers, oversized knobs, with chili pepper lights of various colors and an old CRT screen. Coming in behind it, she touched it like a lover, though there was also a bit of showing it off like a game show hostess in the way that her hand drew across the top.

She sat in the chair, flipping switches and turning dials with practiced ease. In response the machine thrummed to life, the bass hum vibrated through the machine as well as through the slot in a way Amber could feel. It added to the dampness of her pussy and weakness of her mind.

“I am, of course, well-trained to resist mental torture.”

“Resist away.”

Arms moved from behind the chair with a soft whir as long narrow cones touched themselves to Jayne’s temples, pulsing orange light.

Jayne sounded fearless. “Might I ask what the audience is for?”

The monitor flickered to life in front of the doctor’s eyes as she spoke. “They’re just here to watch. They love to relive their own surrender by watching others fall it seems, so, when it suits things it’s something I allow. It seems to be a common side effect, actually,” she said with some satisfaction. “No matter how many fall to me in my line work I never seem to have a problem finding thralls that want to watch the next one.”

Jayne’s voice carried the barest hint of disappointment. “You might have at least suggested that they were all here to prevent my escape.”

Tabico’s voice had what sounded like genuine sympathy. “No offense meant, Ms. Spectre, but...” She lost herself in her machine for a long while.

“But?”

She came back to the moment on her own. “I’ve been doing this for a while and there have been many in that chair before you.” Sympathy gave way to pride. “No matter how many have they’ve had at their backs with them. No matter how high the mountains they’ve climbed or deep the valleys they’ve traversed. No matter how clever or well-armed they were or thought they were when they decided to take me on; everyone loses to Tamara Tabico in the end.”

“If it’s any consolation though, they’re all happy when I’m done. She smiled at her reflection in the monitor as she finished the thought, “Whether they want to be or not.”

Tabico flipped a switch, then the screen split to display Jayne on the left and a graphical representation of a brain on the right with five hotspots laid out as though on a die, each flashing red with instructions beneath that read. “Lose twice and you both lose.”

Amber trembled all over. The thrum of the machine teased her skin even through her clothing so that she didn’t think twice about the instructions. She didn’t even think once about the fact that the reels had changed all on their own to a mix of all the jewels and they brightened in a rhythmic wave of let to right, then right to left.

She had to be good. She had to help Jayne. She reached to touch the upper left node and the screen flashed brightly before the words, ‘You Lose’ appeared.

Amber failed and felt crushed.

For a moment.

Her finger didn’t leave the screen, not because it couldn’t, which may or may not have been true insofar as performing the physical action, but she was chained to it all the same as current passed through her. It was warm, tingling, and teasing. It slowly poured through her, flooding her. She watched Jayne’s face contort as she tried to resist something she had no experience feeling. Amber could relate.

Dr. Tabico’s voice hummed lustily. “Ooooooh...sorry, not sorry; one more chance to resist me.”

The camera showed Amber Jayne’s body and she saw her nipples stand proud and heard the vibrator pulsing so intensely that Amber could feel it there herself.

Amber wasn’t sure she was sorry either as she picked the middle node.

‘You lose.’

The heat poured through her again as she watched the orange light at Jayne’s temples flare. Jayne’s back bowed and she shrieked in orgasm. Amber’s mouth dropped open and she shook, finger on the node as she came with Jayne so intensely she didn’t make a sound.

The doctor’s voice returned. “Awwww...it’s all over for you, you know.”

Amber did know.

“You know what you have to do, right?”

Amber knew that, too.

She hit the next node and watched with satisfaction as the flow of energy around it slowed. Jayne came again and Amber came with her; again silently and even more intensely than before as she read the two words that doomed her to servitude and bliss.

“Very good. You knew you were never going to win, you know.”

Her finger stayed at the node. Yes.

Tabico’s response was perfectly timed, as though she were waiting for the thought. “And why is that?”

Her pussy dripped and her mind happily bathed in the thought. Because everyone loses to Dr. Tabico in the end.

She ached to touch the other nodes and did, loving the way the brain dulled at the touch.

The screen faded to black and Amber looked down at the play screen and surrendered to the repetition of spinning over and over to give her all rubies in all the rows and she let the bonuses count up, the lights and sound their own perfect things. She just spun, let the money count, the lights flash and let herself be subsumed by the red, glittering lights and the way they spoke to her.

Hours went by with no notice of anything else. All rows eventually filled with the bonus symbol with a several silenced shots. Knowing what to do, she pulled her payslip and headed to the exit and through a narrow corridor that was well lit enough that it made her eyes burn and tear after hours in near black. Amber blinked and wiped it away, not letting it interfere with where she had to go and what she had to do.

Taking the slip to door that matched the number printed, she walked in to see Traci behind a desk, clipboard in hand, sitting behind a small table in her casino management uniform. “Hello, Amber,” she said sweetly, as though they’d known each other for years.

As the heavy door closed, hints of reality seeping back into Amber’s consciousness let her focus on those subtle differences in features that marked one twin from another and she realized that it was ‘Jayne’ sitting before her; Jayne Spectre, the slave. Even though her name tag clearly read ‘Staci,’ Jayne would be the name part of Amber would always know her by.

“How are you feeling?”

How am I feeling? “Very good”

She looked at her clipboard and made a mark. “Would you like to start the survey?”

“Sure.”

Her tone was one of gentle correction, her gray eyes still warm and inviting. “I’m sorry, we need you to answer properly, Amber. Would you like to start the survey?”

Her mind accepted the correction, readily. “Yes.”

“Very good, Amber. Now, on a scale of one to ten, one being that you have no interest at all, and ten being that you are very interested in the activity, how much would you like to masturbate right now?”

The heat hadn’t left her in hours and, to Amber it now seemed to have always been a part of her. “Ten.”

Another flourished check. “On a scale of one to ten, one being completely unwilling, and ten being completely willing, how willing are you to lower your pants and panties, sit on this table in front of me, and masturbate as we continue the questionnaire?”

The very question was lewd and crude. Amber thought for an instant of leaving but then remembered the dulled brain on the screen. Jayne’s hot, dulled brain; Amber’s hot, dulled brain. “Ten. Can I?”

Her tone was just a little more firm. “Ask correctly, please.”

Amber’s mind toyed with the words before she released them, “May I lower my pants and panties and masturbate in front of you on the table?”

She smiled warmly. “You may.”

Amber sighed and shucked her shoes away, with her jeans and purple and white striped panties following suit, exposing her sticky slit and well-groomed feminine landscape to the air before she hopped up on the table, naked from the waist down, save her clean, white, knee- socks.

Staci eyed her approvingly as one might examine a thoroughbred horse before deciding to buy. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

“On a scale of one to ten, one being that you didn’t like it at all, and ten being that you loved the game, tell me how much you loved the game?”

Her first two fingers slid down to caress her lips and tease their way into her hole for lubricant, of which there was no shortage. “Ten. It was a ten.”

There was no looking at the clipboard, Staci just watched Amber’s body and her eyes. “Use single words to describe how playing the game made you feel.”

“Horny. Hot.” She began to pant as she polished that pink pearl, making her legs quiver. “Dirty. Weak. Horny. Submissive.”

Staci smirked, latching onto the words. “Are you feeling those feelings now?”

“Yes, I am; so much, and so bad.”

“What do you think happened to Jayne Spectre?”

Her fingers vibrated back and forth in a near blur, “She’s...she’s a slave now. She’s Dr. Tabico’s slave.”

“I am Her slave,” she said simply.

Amber came. Amber came so hard she began to cry, tears flowing down her soft cheeks, unable or unwilling to slow the self-violation of her clit. “I saw it, I Goddamn saw it.”

Staci grinned a predatory grin, “On a scale of one to ten, one being not at all and ten being that you loved her more than anything, how much did you love the character of Dr. Tabico?”

“Ten. Mmmmmm...ten, ten, ten.”

“Doctor Tabico is a character in the game, but the doctor you watched in the game is real. It was her on the screen, is she not beautiful?”

“She is.”

“She wants you, Amber. She wants you to be her slave.”

Amber rubbed and whined like a desperate puppy.

“Her name is Dr. Samuels. On a scale of one to ten, one being not at all, and ten being that you want it more than anything, how badly do you want her to empty your mind, reshape it as she wills, and teach you how to be a slave.”

“Ooooohhhh...”

“She will restrain you and empty your mind and fill it with what she needs. You won’t need restraint by then, but you want it, don’t you?”

“Yessssssssssssssss!!!!” Another orgasm wracked her.

Amber locked eyes with Staci as she continued to masturbate, looking down at the slave and imagining how hot she looked with her mind being emptied out and how right it looked that the most important parts of her dimmed, masturbating until the only thing preventing her from continuing was near exhaustion.

“Follow me,” Staci commanded.

Amber wobbled on shaky legs at first, but followed, uncaring of the clothes left behind. She followed Staci to an elevator and out onto the cold concrete of an underground parking area as the other led Amber to a bus that was not unlike the shuttle buses that crawled the city streets for tourists in an endless stream. This one, however, was windowless. The door opened and Amber saw an attractive blonde driving, who spoke authoritatively after Staci gave the driver her name.

“Amber, get on the bus, take an empty seat, prepare yourself, and continue your training for Dr. Samuels.”

It made her feel good to repeat the words as she stepped up, “I will prepare myself and continue my training.” She noticed the bus was mostly full already of attractive men and women as she moved back several rows to the first empty seat she could find next to a rather handsome college boy with wild dark hair and the beginnings of a beard.

His cock was firmly encased by machinery lightly droning that were hooked by cables to the seat in front of him. He didn’t acknowledge her or anything else save the screen in front of him that was bolted to a stand in the floor, his finger leaving the screen, only to press it again and grin.

An indentation in the seat had a lovely silver dildo ready to be placed. Her pussy wanted more training as soon as she realized it was a replica of the one buried in Jayne/Staci. She took a bottle of lube from a mesh pouch on the side of the seat and drenched the toy in it before impaling herself upon it with an anticipatory groan.

The screen lit to reveal yet another mind at the dildo purred to life. This one had a single node in the center and red pulsed outward from it to run smoothly over layers of branches that reminded her of when she looked up in the woods near her house in autumn when the trees were finally bare.

She knew what would happen if she started pressing the button.

My mind will be half goo by the time I reach Dr. Samuels, ready to be whatever she wants it, and me, to be.

She wanted nothing more as she pressed the button and watched in wet fascination as her mind dimmed and her pussy was rewarded for it.