The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“It wasn’t her fault. She was just following orders.

“What did she do?”

“My contract with Venus was expiring; I had about two months left before I was free to leave. A lot of the staff were quite excited about it. Those who had survived the jealousy culls had known me for almost five years and there were more than a few people that I would still call friends.

“Then one day I came down to the lab and the mood in the room felt off. There was a feeling similar to when you walk into an office the day after a colleague has died and you are the only person who doesn’t know yet. You can sense something is wrong, but have no idea what.

“Anyhow, nobody was forthcoming with news of dead colleagues so I set about finding out what was in store for me that day. The bed in the lab had been replaced with a large desk and there was a business suit- well I say business suit, if today’s career woman dressed for work in super low cut blouses and microskirts, this would be how they would dress – on the table. There was also a pile of fake contracts and files on each side of the desk.

“An envelope lying on my costume informed me of my role: I was a bright small business owner looking to secure a lucrative contract from a large firm but end up getting seduced and fucked by the company’s President and his busty assistant.”

“Original.” Muttered Annabelle,

“The most popular scenes always are.” Replied Lulu, “The setup wasn’t anything out of the usual though; I’d done variations of this many times before and expected to do many times again. However when Greg (the guy playing the company President) and Fifi can to the lab again I could feel something was off. Greg was usually quite chatty and friendly before our scenes but today he didn’t look like he wanted to be there, Fifi too, despite the outward bubbliness, had a sadness in her eyes that was clear for me to see. I tried to ask what was going on, but the lab director hurried us to get started with the scene.

“Again, everything began in the usual fashion. We fell into our roles, going through the clichéd innuendo-filled filler that is a prerequisite to the ‘fucking like chimps’ bit. I told him ‘I needed a big insertion of funds’, he told me he ‘had something to insert for me. It really was Oscar winning stuff.”

Annabelle stifled a chucked as she listened.

“Then we got to the fucking bit,” continued Lulu. I’d just told him that ‘I rejected his offer because I couldn’t let him screw my company’, and he took off his jacket and told he that he’d ‘just have to screw me instead. Then he began to fuck me on the office table. It was all standard stuff.”

“So what changed?”

“Nothing at first; it was just one fuck-filled threesome: We all got naked and Greg sucked my tits, then Fifi sucked my tits, then one sucked a tit each. We were going through the paces as normal: boy-girl sixty-nine, girl-girl sixty-nine, Greg fucking me as I licked Fifi’s pussy, me sucking Greg’s cock as Fifi licked my pussy. I’d completely forgotten about the odd atmosphere I had felt before.”

“And then?”

“Fifi and Greg began to tie me over the table. I was bent in such a way that I had both feet on the floor with my ass and pussy exposed at table height. I could move either leg or my left arm, but I was allowed some movement in the right. Although again, bondage and rope-play was nothing new.

“What was new came next. Greg reverted back to his Company President character and began to monologue. He began to boast about Venus Industries’ plans to take over my company. He fished out a piece of paper from pile of fake contracts and forms and began waving it in front of me.

“He placed the contract by my free right hand, I couldn’t read all of it from my angle but I could see enough to make out my name and reference to ‘becoming a lifetime employee of Venus Industries’. That’s when I realised why everyone’s mood was so low that day; they were there to force me to sign my life over to Venus.”

“But that’s illegal! A contract isn’t binding if you’re forced to sign!”

“Not in Chrystal Heights it isn’t, it’s not a good idea to ask too many questions there. If somebody presents you with a signed contract, you accept it’s legally binding.”

“But why would they do that to you? You said they were friends.”

“Self-Preservation. In a company like Venus, you put following orders before friendship. It you don’t then… well the next contract signing may well have your name at the top. So I understood why they did it, and I knew they hated to do it. But it had become clear that Michael had decided that he wasn’t ready to let me leave him just yet. So it was required that the length of my stay there be made indefinite.”

“You could have refused to sign.”

“I did refuse to sign, but when a bimbo is naked and tied to a table, there is only so much they can resist.”

“What did they do?”

“Greg began demanding that I sign the contract and I refused point blank. He told me that it would be easier if I just signed and saved everybody the hassle of forcing the issue. I continued to refuse and then well…”

“Please just sign the contract.” He told me, “It pointless to try and resist. You will become a part of Venus sooner or later.”

I screamed at him. “How can you do this to me! You can’t make me sign that thing.”

“I’m afraid you have no choice. I was hoping to do this the easy way, but as that’s not to be, we’ll have to do this the hard way.” He paused for a few seconds, “I’m sorry Lulu.”

“Greg then motioned to Fifi and she obediently made her way behind me and began to lick at my pussy. I was bound so tightly that I could move my ass even an inch. I was at her mercy.

“Greg began to whisper things in my ear. Telling me to sign, that it will feel so much better if I gave up and signed. I continued to tell him to fuck off but Fifi’s tongue was starting to work wonders and I was already horny from the prolonged fuck session we had already had.

“My body instinctively began to try and grind against Fifi’s tongue despite both my mind’s wishes and my inability to move and Greg could see my body was beginning to betray me. He began to coach Fifi to keep me on the verge of orgasm.”

“Slow it down now Fifi dear.” He told her, “We don’t want her going over the edge until she signs.”

“Now at the best of times, a bimbo’s body is prone to caving into the joys of sex, but Fifi had a tongue so precise it could pick locks. She knew exactly what to do and where to do it to keep my body at one hundred per cent frustration.

“Greg kept whispering in my ear – ‘sign, just sign. You know how good Fifi is. You know how good it will feel to sign. You know you can’t win so why not just give in now and I can tell Fifi to take you to the very gates of heaven over and over and over again’—.

“I tried to block him out. I kept screaming no. Kept trying to force my pussy just an inch closer to Fifi’s face, hoping she may accidently send me into climax. But the bonds were too tight and Fifi to cunning to allow me a burst of relieving and my mind was beginning to spiral on the one way path to surrender.

“On top of all we achieved in our bimbo research, I believe that day Venus also proved Einstein’s Theory of Relatively to be unequivocally true as every second that passed felt like hours when subjected to Fifi’s expert tongue and Greg’s gentle coaxing. Within ten minutes I was screaming at them, begging them to let me cum, that I’d do anything if they just let me cum without signing the contract.

“That was the point when we all knew I was beaten. First my body, now my voice were under the control of my bimbo urges to do anything in order to cum. It was a matter of time before my mind also gave up and allowed my hand to sign us all away.”

“You couldn’t fight it?”

“Not in this body. It would have been easier to withstand severe torture. My bimbo brain conditions me to seek out and want sex at all opportunities. To turn it down requires extreme willpower, To fight, or be denied the chance to come once stimulated… it’s like holding your own head under water, sooner rather than later you have to come up for air.

“If I had fought Greg and Fifi much longer, my brain would have sent a barrage of bimbo hormone through my system and I’d have not only signed, but would have also been reverted back to the airhead bimbo I was when I was first with Lester.”

“But still, signing your entire life away like that. And being forced to do so by your friends. It’s horrific, even in the context of your story.”

“But that’s how life is in the Bimbo Industry. Greg and I managed to have a few seconds alone together in the canteen the next day and he apologised to me for what he did. And Fifi, her eyes were sad for the next week. I felt sorry for them.”

“You felt sorry for them! They did that to you!”

“If I came to your office tomorrow, put a gun to your head and told you that I would pull the trigger if you didn’t kill your colleague – and you knew I would do it – you would kill them, you would have to. Everyone who witnessed the event would know it was self-preservation, that you had to kill them, but you would still feel guilty. You’d still feel like a murderer.

“It was the same for Greg and Fifi, disobeying orders was not an option. They had to do what they did to me and even if they refused another employee would have done the deed instead. They had no choice and so I cannot blame them. It’s why I could only pity them for being the ones that had to live with what they did, choice or no choice.”

“I suppose I can see what you are trying to say, even if it is hard for me to agree with you.” Said Annabelle.

“I can accept that.” Replied Lulu, “The fact of the matter was that due to the events of that day, 2003 was no longer the year I gained my freedom from Chrystal Heights, but instead the year I was betrayed and forced to become part of Venus Industries forever.