The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The folder in Brandie’s Green Room packet was oddly thin. It contained a standard letter of thanks and an instruction to report to the main stage before filming began. There was no description whatsoever of the game to be played.

She remembered that the Million Dollar Cherry staffers had been especially insistent on secrecy, and that they’d had her sign a whole new non-disclosure agreement. There had been a few rumors about some sort of cross-promotional arrangement leading to this special episode, but the details had been successfully kept under wraps.

Keeping her in the dark when she was right here on site was ridiculous, though. It was probably some stupid expression of executive paranoia, or reflex overcaution by some low-level flunky.

Brandie shrugged. The game rules were always simple enough to explain to the players in a few minutes. She’d manage.

The opening spiel went on at some length about how this special presentation was the exclusive world premiere of something or other while giving absolutely no hints about the subject of this remarkable debut. Finally, it led into the standard contestant introduction.

Two women in Million Dollar Cherry robes walked onto the stage. One was a petite figure with raven-black hair and nut-brown skin; the other was a statuesque strawberry blonde. The host introduced them as Nisha Cherupara and Penelope Sandersen, and then directed the viewers’ attention to “our panelist, Brandie Wilkins.”

With the standard preliminaries out of the way, it was time to make sure that the contestants were properly prepared to perform, both onstage and backstage. “Nisha... Penelope... today you have the opportunity to compete for a special one hundred thousand dollar prize.”

Lucia and Selena strode up to center stage, each bearing one of the show’s keepsake trophies. The trophy design featured the contestant’s name prominently engraved on the base and softball-sized red cherry on top. “However, you may choose to walk away with your cherry, and a five thousand dollar consolation prize just for appearing on stage today.”

“Nisha, do you choose to play it safe and protect your cherry, or risk it for the hundred thousand dollars?”

Even as the crowd began to shout encouragement, Nisha declared, “I’m going for the hundred thousand!”

Before the host got a word out, Penelope said, “Me, too!”

“Are you certain? You are willing to take a chance of losing your cherry?”

Penelope nodded. “I want to play!”

Even after hearing the cheesy pun for the hundredth time, Brandie had to grin. Perhaps that was a bit of nostalgia for her own days as a contestant. The obvious suggestive reminder that the players were wagering their services as sexual playthings tested their compliance conditioning in a way that gave them, and the show, a safety valve if it failed. That happened once a month or so.

In most cases, like this one, the contestants declared their willingness to take that gamble. By doing so, they reinforced their own programming, instilling in themselves an even stronger drive to put on a good show and an enhanced disposition to graciously—even gladly—accept whatever outcome might result.

The round of applause for the contestants faded, and the host segued into the description of the game. It was an unfamiliar one called “Rainbow Shuffle”. So much for Brandie’s hope that it would be some old standby she already knew.

The curtains of Stage Two parted to reveal the playing field. At first glance, it looked like a random jumble of vertical poles, each of which was gray up to waist height with various brightly colored extensions reaching up to shoulder height. Brandie saw a checkerboard-like pattern on the floor, and noticed that the poles were positioned at the vertices of the grid.

“Nisha... Penelope... you will start at opposite corners of the six-by-nine field. Your goal is to be the first to reach the opposite corner square and return to your own square. It’s really very simple.”

Brandie smirked, and viewers in the gallery chuckled. After an episode last month where the host had made that statement and then immediately backtracked to cover a crucial omission in the game description, those particular words said in that particular tone of voice had become a recurring punchline.

“Well, of course it’s not quite as simple as that.” There was a soft whirring sound, and the upper portions of the poles swung down like railroad gates. A click sounded as they settled into a horizontal position, blocking off most of the paths from one square to the next.

“But on the other hand, it’s not that bad, either.” A flourish directed everyone’s attention toward Lucia, who was pushing a board with two vertically-mounted spinners onto the main stage. One had red, yellow, and blue wedges; the other had orange, green, and violet.

A quick flick of the wrists started the wheels. After a couple of seconds, they stopped, with the pointers indicating “yellow” and “violet”. Throughout the playing field, the yellow and violet barriers swung up to their vertical position, out of the way.

“Each turn, the maze will reconfigure, so you’ll need to think on your feet. But it’s really very simple.”

The crowd chuckled, and some of them joined in on the words “very simple”.

“Well... there are a few more complications. And, to help illustrate them, I shall now introduce two additional players to our game.” A drum roll began to sound in the background, and a buzz of excitement rose from the audience as people realized that the promised Big Reveal was imminent.

With a dramatic flourish, the host waved toward the Stage Three curtain. A drum roll rose to punctuate the announcement. “Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to present...”

Slowly, the curtains parted. Two shadowy figures approached the main stage. They had female silhouettes, one busty and voluptuous and the other trimmer but still curved in all the right places. A hush settled over the studio. Brandie noticed that she was holding her breath in anticipation.

“...the latest revolution in cybernetic technology...”

Suddenly, spotlights illuminated the newcomers.

“...the Yakimotech Ecstadroid 3000 Fembot!”

The crowd went wild.

The fembots looked like perfectly-featured women, except that their skin and hair were silver-gray. Danielle had strong cheekbones and piercing eyes, reminding Brandie of a Valkyrie. Olivia had softer features and a bit of an Oriental eye-fold. No doubt they were showcasing the range of options available, though it was odd that they hadn’t given them appropriate skin and hair colors.

Brandie didn’t spend much time pondering that, though. She let her gaze wander over the fembots’ bodies. They were wearing gaudy bikinis with breast cups in two different colors and what looked like tie-dyed rainbow bottoms. She felt a bit annoyed. These suits called attention to themselves so insistently that it was hard to mentally remove them and visualize what was underneath.

The duo strode up to the host as the clamor finally died down. “And now, we are privileged to witness the first public demonstration of these two prototypes. Please welcome Danielle...,” The host indicated the more curvaceous of the two fembots. “...and Olivia.” The introduction concluded with a wave to the slimmer of the pair.

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen,” the fembots chorused in breathy contralto voices that blended together perfectly.

Cheering echoed across the stage, increasing as Danielle and Olivia did slow turns. The bottom rear of each suit was also divided into two clashing colors, but somehow Brandie found that a bit less distracting as she imagined the garments falling away to reveal Danielle’s nicely rounded bottom and Olivia’s sleek trim one. She snickered as she imagined Clarisse giving the two of them a spanking for their crimes against fashion.

She was beginning to miss Clarisse. There was no place like home, and no bed like one shared with a comfortably familiar partner.

Finally, things settled down so that the setup and description of the game could resume. Brandie forced her attention back to the here and now. Idly, she wondered which of the players would join her for today’s backstage session. Much as she loved Clarisse, and vice versa, neither of them would be happy for long without variety.

“Each round, Lucia will spin the wheels, and the doorways of the maze will reset to the new configuration. Then, the players will take turns moving. Nisha won the backstage toss...” The host paused just a moment, leading to an awkward silence. Brandie puzzled a moment, then realized that it was an invitation to snicker at a naughty interpretation of those last two words.

Recovering from the fallen-flat joke, the host continued, “...so Nisha will go first, followed by Penelope, and then Danielle, and finally Olivia. Each of you moves horizontally or vertically, but not diagonally, and of course you may not climb over or under a closed barrier. Nisha and Penelope move up to four squares each turn; Danielle and Olivia move up to three.”

There were a few protests from the gallery. Brandie wondered if they were humanizing the fembots a bit too much, or if they shared her surmise that they would be chasing the humans and providing some entertainment for the audience if they caught one.

“No doubt you’ve all noticed these colorful swimsuits. Olivia...” The host gestured, and Olivia turned her back to the audience. “Also, please notice how Yakimotech’s advances in artificial intelligence gives the Ecstadroid 3000 an unparalleled ability to understand both natural language and unspoken cues.” There were some murmurs from viewers who understood the achievement, and a few remarks speculating about how it might be used.

“Each suit has four solid-color panels.” The host gently touched Danielle’s green and red breast cups, and then both sides of Olivia’s orange and yellow bottom, as the crowd wolf-whistled and shouted comments.

“Each of these panels is removable.”

As the cries of approval finally died down, the explanation continued. “There are two reasons for that... two game-play related reasons, I mean. The first is that a swimsuit swatch can be discarded in order to open one gateway of that color. For example, if Danielle is blocked by a green barrier, she can take off this piece of her bikini....”

The host’s fingers touched the green fabric covering Danielle’s right breast. The resulting murmurs rose to a sudden crescendo as Danielle reached up, peeled away the cloth, and tossed it aside. All that was left of the right half of the bikini top was a ribbonlike frame that emphasized the naked breast it enclosed. Except for the fembot’s silver-gray “fleshtone”, it was remarkably lifelike. Brandie mused that it was presumably made of artificial materials, but it looked completely natural. She wondered how it felt.

“...and then Selena would open the green door for her, and close it again once she is behind it.” The host patted Olivia’s rear end. “Similarly, if Olivia wants to open a orange gateway...” Olivia doffed the orange portion of her swimsuit, baring her left buttock.

“The same rules apply to our human contestants. Nisha... Penelope... if you will both kindly disrobe and show our audience...?” The appreciative yells softened just a bit as the robes fell to the floor to reveal a pair of colorful bikinis similar to those worn by the two fembots.

As Selena bent down to collect the swatches and robes, the host pointed toward the little triangle of fabric at the front of Danielle’s bikini bottom without quite touching it. It was a rough bullseye pattern with a red spot in the center surrounded by swirls of orange, yellow, and so on. “Each bikini also has a ‘wild card’ piece. Any of these four lovely ladies may take it off and ‘go wild’. By doing that, she may open any door she wants.”

Over the chortles of the audience, the host declared. “The other reason for removable swatches is that they can be taken away by the other players.” The crowd quieted down to listen. “If one player tags another by walking into her square, the tagger may remove one of the taggee’s bikini patches and discard it. The only exception is that a player may not grab another player’s ‘wild card’...”

A few groans and boos mixed with the cheers, until the host held up a hand and finished the sentence, “...unless the target has nothing else left to remove, in which case her ‘wild card’ is fair game.” As the new wave of cheers faded, one final tagging rule was explained. “Also, the tagging player gains two extra squares of movement. She may not turn around and tag the same target again, but could possibly tag someone else.”

There was a momentary pause. “Yes, that covers everything that needs to be explained about this game, except for how it ends.”

The host then turned to Nisha and Penelope. “As I said earlier, the object of the game is to reach the opposite corner square and return to her own square... or, more precisely, that is the object of the game for you two. The object of the game for Danielle and Olivia, as representatives of our sponsor Yakimotech, is to bring one or both of you into the post-game recording session.”

The host pulled out all the stops, grinning broadly and somehow emphasizing every word without sounding completely over the top. “Today’s session will be a combination Million Dollar Cherry backstage show and Yakimotech showcase presentation... and, thanks to Yakimotech’s sponsorship, it will be available for download free of charge starting at midnight Eastern Standard Time.”

It was almost a full minute before it was possible to say another word, or for Brandie to hear herself think. She read the text crawl on the monitor that showed what the home audience was seeing. It declared that extra servers had been put online for the occasion, and asked people to be patient and try again later if the first download attempt failed.

Brandie picked up on her cue just in time to get her on-main-camera smile into place. “Regardless of the game’s outcome, Brandie will be taking these fembots backstage in order to record a demonstration video showcasing certain aspects of their programming and construction.” Brandie winked and leered, just in case there was any doubt as to which “aspects” were meant.

“Nisha... Penelope... in the event that one or both of you runs out of swimsuit swatches and then gets tagged again, you will be led backstage to assist in this project. You will, of course, be expected to follow our panelist’s instructions to the letter for the duration of the recording session.”

Brandie smiled sweetly and grinned coquettishly at Nisha and Penelope. They didn’t meet her gaze.

The host made a great show of cupping a hand over one ear to listen to a message from the control booth. “I have just been authorized to announce that, if both Nisha and Penelope join in today’s post-game performance, we will produce a double-length episode. Of course, we would then have to charge twice as much.”

The tired old joke somehow got enough snickers to be heard amongst the applause.

The host spoke up again. “Nisha... Penelope... tell me; have either of you ever been intimate with another woman?”

Nisha’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. Penelope blushed and blurted out “No!”

Brandie raised an eyebrow. Many of the backstage recordings played up the straight-girl-goes-lesbian trope for all it was worth, but the show itself was usually smirky and suggestive rather than blunt and direct. Probably the sponsor’s idea, she thought.

“Well, then, you are both eminently qualified to join in our sponsor Yakimotech’s presentation. Ideally, Yakimotech would like to evaluate the Ecstadroid’s performance with both an experienced partner and a first-timer.” With a chuckle, the host concluded, “But I’m sure Brandie can manage all by herself if necessary.”

Brandie chimed in, “I can pretend it’s my first time.” She made a comical wide-eyed and open-mouthed face, and stammered, “You want... you want me to... put my tongue where?”

The crowd roared with laughter. Brandie mugged a disgusted face, and they howled even louder.

As the audience finally calmed down, Lucia and Selena guided Nisha and Penelope to their corners. Without prompting, Danielle and Olivia took their places in the other pair of opposite corners.

“In a moment, we shall begin the game. One thing I would like to point out to everyone: Danielle and Olivia will be using their Yakimotech artificial-intelligence capabilities to form their own strategy and decide where to move on their turns. However, when one of them scores a tag, Brandie will select a portion of the target’s bikini to be removed.” With a smirk, the host declared, “Because some things call for the human touch.”

Brandie took a moment to ponder her options. With the game board constantly changing, there probably wouldn’t be much real strategy involved. She decided that her first targets would be Penelope’s tits and Nisha’s ass.