The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Fred was in a whole other world from the one he’d been in a day ago. Perhaps is was partly due to the fact that he hadn’t been asleep since Friday morning at 7 AM and it was certainly not Friday anymore. If Fred could have formed the thought he’d have someone else to blame it on. There was a girl at the bar with pale skin, curly red ringlets, and almond shaped eyes that just captivated his attention. Perhaps it was because she seemed coyly interested in his advances at first. Then when they joined her two friends, things got more interesting. One of her friends looked like she wasn’t old enough to be in college, let alone in this place. She was a lanky brunette with pixie short hair and perfect supple skin around her eyes that betrayed her age (or lack of it). The other was a shorter, plain looking girl, possibly Italian, who was probably younger than she looked given her company.

On a normal day he wouldn’t have given any of these girls a second look. Well, that’s not true. On any normal day a couple of them would have gotten second and third looks if he could get away with it without looking like a letch. But last night in the bar, when they rubbed up on each other, then on him, he had felt like the king of the world and wasn’t worrying too much about ages.

‘They got themselves in here, there’s no harm in having a little fun and who knows, maybe they are older than they look,’ he had rationalized to himself. ‘It’s not like I’m going anywhere with them, since I’ve got to take Allison back home anyway.’

He loved the way they giggled conspiratorially as the red head pulled him over to their mini-booth. They were like playful little minxes, teasing and touching each other, and him. After ordering them a second round of Apple-tini’s, his a dread in his belly rose telling him that they were probably just pumping him for drinks.

“Thanks cutie!” the red head said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, thanks!” joined in the tall one leaning over the red head and kissing him on the forehead.

“Thank you, Papi,” said the other one in a lower more sultry voice, and she started kissing his neck. Her bold maneuver earned her a couple of celebratory hoots from her friends.

Fred was grinning and his pants were quickly becoming tight in an unusual (if not unexpected) place. ‘If they’re just pumping me for drinks, it’s an even trade,’ he thought to himself. The short one had nuzzled her way under his arm, and Fred was starting to worry, ‘Crap, she’s getting snuggly, gotta keep from losing the cute one—alright, don’t screw this up.’

He tossed on an easy grin and looked to the red head, inviting her into his other arm. She took his invitation and nuzzled close, kneeling beside him and nuzzling his nose with hers. ‘Oh man, she’s cute,’ he thought briefly.

Her cute nuzzling soon turned to nipping at his lips, then full blown kissing.

“You whore,” the short one complained, now that his attentions were fully on her friend.

She broke the kiss while keeping his cheeks in her hand, “I found him.”

“Well, you better share,” she said with a grin, pressing her body against Fred’s and slipping her hand down between his legs.

‘I’m just a piece of meat to these two chicks,’ Fred thought to himself, ‘Fuck yeah!’

“Oh boy, you’re a greedy little one aren’t you,” he said, glancing back the short one, but the red head kept his face turned to her own.

“Eyes front solider,” she commanded him, “I’m not done with you.”

Fred didn’t have a choice on whether to argue or not, he just sank back into an awesome make out session with two hotties. But where was the third? He fleetingly felt like he had to make sure he didn’t ruin it for her to, or she could ruin his night. He tried to look and saw nothing but red curls covering his periphery.

Down below, he felt a little looseness, and he realized the short one had unbuckled his belt and was now unzipping his pants. He squirmed for a second, but his arms were now effectively pinned by the two beauties (’one and a half beauties’). Realizing that struggling would only bring attention to himself he stopped, squirming. This was especially problematic as his rock solid hard on was sticking out into the open where a small hand was squeezing it’s head and releasing it in a slow torturous cadence. Fred just sat there praying that none of the bouncers would notice for a few minutes.

Someone came from behind the red head, and suddenly her lips were no longer on her own. ‘Oh god,’ Fred thought, ‘Fuckin’ security, I’m toast.’

She had turned around, while Fred jolted the table covering himself back up with his undone pants in fear. Fortunately, it was just the lanky one with the pixie hair cut. They shared a quick word, and then she looked back to Fred and the short girl. There was another conspiratorial smile and a quick nod. The red head then smiled a slyly to Fred and beckoned him just once, before all three girls jaunted off towards the back hall.

Fred was in shock and glanced around. It seemed as if no one was looking at him, while he was zipping up as inconspicuously as possible. He quickly untucked the rest of his shirt, and—slouching slightly to try and hide his excitement—he strode after them. Once behind a wall and somewhat hidden from the lights and pumping music, the three sirens thrust him against the wall kissing him, licking him, groping him, and pretty much being every single fantasy he could have imagined. He wanted to touch them as well, but every time he tried to move, his arms were pinned back rather forcefully. Who the hell were these girls and where did they come from? Fuck it, who was he to question good luck? He felt a hot mouth on his member as his pants came down, he tried to look down, but the pretty red head shoved his head back up against the wall holding him there by the chin saying again, “Eyes front solider,” with that same sexy commanding tone.

‘What fucking Penthouse fantasy did this gal come from?’ he thought to himself. He couldn’t bring himself to struggle against her just sensing it would be a bad idea. He felt a hand on his butt, and then a sting, ‘Did she just goose me?’ After that everything became a blur. Fred had no idea how the tall lanky girl quickly withdrew the hypodermic needle did not hear its leather carrying case snapping shut.

Had he been lucid for a few more seconds, he would have seen Allison Remy being guided into an elevator only a fifteen feet away from him. Instead, his mind was sent whirling through strange thoughts and sensory hallucinations.

Somehow he’d been moved, stripped, and strapped to a chair. His eyes were widely dilated and his brain felt like it was fluttering around inside his head. He heard an echoed sound, “Sweet dreams...” Almond eyes and red tangles swayed in front of his eyes, haloed by a bright yellow light. Then his eyes were covered and something weighed on his head. His ears, too were covered. Strange shapes flickered to life in front of his eyes, capturing his attention, forming fluid images, some sexual, some strange, while voices whispered into his ears.

Eleven hours and two doses later the images continued, and the whispers beckoned. His fantasy girls slipped around in his mind. He felt like he was merging with them, becoming them as he fucked them. He felt their every desire for him, and felt the sex. At once he felt and saw from their perspective coming to climax fucking himself. Strangely erotic, he’d felt what it was like to be filled, to be taken and made whole. He felt their pleasure, then once again he was himself, with another fantasy girl. This one was sucking his cock, then suddenly, he was her, and he was worshipping this godly penis. He felt the penis across his lips as if it was his own then finally it was not. So confused he found himself as a dream girl with other men, different men, over and over. Still feeling incredible pleasure he saw himself with other men—so confused.

It was hours after that point that Julian Thames entered Fred’s room with a fleshy dildo in hand, followed by a tall lanky young woman. The young woman with red hair was sitting between Fred’s legs idly licking his penis barely able to hold her mouth open. One hand held his turgid cock between dainty fingers. The other hand was slightly lower holding two fingers inside gently massaging his prostate.

“Terri,” he announced imperiously, “you may go and rest your mouth now.”

Terri’s tired bloodshot eyes looked up from between Fred’s legs, but her reply came with a whine, “But, I wanted to break ‘im.”

“Terri,” he said like a chastising parent, “mind your manners now.”

Terri pursed her lip and sneered, “Stuffy dorkhead never letting me have any fun...” She got up and trudged passed the Julian and the tall girl like a petulant child.

Julian smiled, “And Terri-love, please do get some sleep... You look a fright.”

She stopped at the door and sent him a big flashy smile and a middle finger, before disappearing.

After a pause, Julian smiled and said to his companion idly, “Penelope, never let it be said that my slaves don’t have personality.”

“Na-ah, sir,” Penelope replied.

He grinned, looking over his prey, “Now then, let’s see how this young man responds to this little toy.”

So it was that Julian came to tease his new plaything. His lips kissed the dildo lovingly, sloppily, he even craned his neck up to try to reach it as it was pulled away. Julian was quite pleased with the results of the brainwashing so far. In fact, the speed at which this young man was coming along was quite pleasing. Perhaps he’d lucked out, and this one had a hidden submissive streak. “There you are my pet, there’s a good little one. Maybe I can use you to play with Miss Remy sooner than I expected.”

A tall lanky girl with a pixie cut stood behind him patiently waiting as he played with the man she’d drugged last night. Unlike Terri, she’d had a full night’s sleep after the pick-up, so she was feeling none the worse for wear. So she stood behind her master being ignored for a few minutes. She watched as her master discovered that indeed the young man was ticklish. She watched him tweaking the young man’s nipples. She waited.

But frankly, she was bored and this was a waste of her time and intelligence.

“Sir?” she asked and waited a moment. Realizing that Julian was mumbling to himself, she spoke up a bit more, “Sir?”

“Hmm, eh- yes?”

“Sir, may I get back to the lab?”

This snapped him back to attention, “Ah, yes, Penelope, please do, I’m sure they could use you down there.”

This was all she needed, and even before he’d finished the sentence she was already heading out the door. While she loved serving her master, she rather preferred doing it by helping to create new drugs. She’s been studying chemical engineering when he found (took) her and gave her the amazing opportunity to serve him working on mind-altering drugs.

Sometime later, while Penelope was settling down to her latest compound simulation, a different pair of girls were giggling conspiratorially. Allison Remy was walking out of the massage room arm in arm with Bethany. Both were giggling and somewhat speechless about the experience they shared.

It felt strange to be held so close, so intimately. Sure there had been sexual intimacy in that room, but now as they were leaving the room there was something more. It was just in the simple way Beth’s arm caressed hers. A tiny shiver went through her stomach as she thought about what had just happened. Last night she’d had an amazing sexual experience with a rich, powerful, mysterious man. In fact he’d just asked her out on a real date tonight, and she’d accepted. Then the next thing she knew, she was seducing a woman—his very own personal assistant no less! ‘I’m open minded... but I’m not gay, I’m not...’ the word unbidden echoed loud in her mind, ‘LESBIAN.’

Images flashed through her head: Ellen ‘Degenerate’, Martina Navratilova, a butch biker chick.

Bethany felt Allison’s sudden tension, “Ally?”

Just the word was enough to bring her out of her thoughts, “Oh, nothing I’m just.. it’s all just... I don’t know, you know?”

“Not a clue,” she said with a smile, “but you know what I do know?”

“What’s that?”

“The way to the heated pool.”

“Alright, but I don’t have a suit here.”

“You let me worry about that, honey,” Bethany replied looking back to Allison. He hair tilted down in front covering one eye, giving her smile a wickedly sultry edge.

Allison flushed a little, “Oh no, should I be scared?”

Bethany shrugged, pulling her hair back off her face, “Only if you don’t trust me.”

Conflicted, Allison finally felt that this was enough of her being naked everywhere, “Bethany,” she pleaded, taking her companion’s arm in both hands, “Look, I’d really feel a little more comfortable in some real clothing, I mean this is just getting a little nuts...”

Bethany looked back to her in a comforting manner saying, “Honey, trust me, please?”

The earnest tone in Bethany’s voice gave her pause, as if what she was asking was more than what it might appear. Allison silently assented, placing her trust now in her new companion.

After a few moments of silence, they came to an elevator and Bethany held her thumb over a sensor for a moment. The up and down buttons lit up and she chose up. Satisfied that Allison was trusting her enough, Bethany decided to fill her in a bit more. “Our first stop is to get swimsuits, I’ve got a couple that I’m sure you’ll fit into. Then up to the pool.”

Allison squirmed internally a bit, “Yeah, about that suit thing.”

Bethany looked at her quizzically as the elevator moved.

“I’m not really a big fan of sharing bikini’s. It’s kind of nasty.”

Bethany inhaled, thinking and replied, “Well... there are a bunch of different suits up there.”

“Any unused?”

“How about this, you can use one of the boss’s swim trunks and a sports bra.” This seemed to set Allison at ease for the moment.

When they reached the right floor, they headed down a white corridor with fluorescent lighting. It was quite a difference from the oak and leather she’d seen elsewhere. a few doors lined the elevator side of the hall and these doors had handles instead of knobs. They turned a corner and came to a set of glass double doors that reminded Allison of a storefront to a clothing store. Bethany slid open a panel to a keypad and Allison was able to pick up “2-A-F-2-5” before losing track. The double doors unlocked with a hard metal click and Bethany turned to smile at Allison. “You are a good swimmer right?”

Allison smiled with a hint of arrogance, “Oh, I can keep my head above water.”

“Sounds like you can do more than that, is that how you keep in shape for dancing?”

“No, not really, I haven’t really swam a lot in a while, not since I was little—er younger,” Allison corrected herself.

Bethany tilted her head, “When was that?”

So it was that Bethany learned a bit more about Allison Remy. She heard how Allison used to spend summers at her Aunts home in Nag’s Head South Carolina. She heard the story about the first trip and how her father broke his leg hang gliding off the dunes. She’d spent most of that summer in the surf and her father teased her about being a “bleach blonde beach bunny” since her hair bleached out from so much time in the sun. She listened intently to the story about the summer that she and her best friend Nicole went down there just the two of them while her parents were fighting about how they separated while she was at her aunts. When they got in the pool, Bethany learned about how Nicole was on the swim team, but Allison had shown her about how to really swim in the ocean, and about how she watched Nicole do her first triathlon. She heard how her aunt told her about her parents separation when they got back, and how she’d cried.

Allison’s eyes teared up a bit, “Jeeze I don’t know why I’m telling you all this—I must be boring you to tears.”

“No, oh honey, you’re not boring me at all,” Bethany told her. While they’d gotten in the pool, and Bethany had on a one piece suit designed for swimming, they’d stayed in the shallow end and had just been talking. “She must have been a great friend to have at the time huh?”

Allison nodded, “She was my rock,” she said with a grin, “You rock Nicole.” Allison shook her head at herself, “I’ve got to stop doing this.”

“Doing what?” Bethany inquired carefully.

“I’m talking about myself to you so much, I’m not going to have anything to say when Sirius takes me out tonight,” she replied wryly.

This brought Bethany crashing back to her situation. At once she realized, she’d been commanded to just get into Allison’s panties—probably just to break down some of her sexual inhibitions for tonight’s exhibition. Ultimately, Allison was just supposed to be another girl prepped for the boss’s stupid fucking mind games. Still, another part of her played back the actual command given and realized, he hadn’t given her any explicit commands. He just said that her job was obvious. In this moment, she could take that to mean anything.

“Hey, Beth?” Allison’s voice brought Beth back to the pool and the beautiful woman in a soaked purple sports bra and bright red men’s swim trunks.

“Mm hmm?”

“What’s the deal with Sirius?”

A jolt of tension spread through Bethany. She mockingly feigned innocence, “Whatever could you possibly mean?”

“I mean, is he looney tunes,” Allison grinned, and pressed, “I’m serious, I mean, I’m getting a total Howard Hughes type vibe from him, like he’s some kind of mega rich hermit with this place. I guess I can understand the need for security if your closet is a freaking department store. But once you’re in I’d think it’d feel a little like living in a prison if you had to type codes everywhere you go. Seriously, Beth, is he nucking futs?”

Bethany quirked her brown for a split second before catching on to the spoonerism. She then leaned in speaking in a whisper, “Ah, well, I’ll be honest with you he’s a little bit of a control freak.” The thought occurred to Beth that he could be listening in and watching them, and she assumed the motion detectors would have kicked the cameras on, so she was treading in dangerous waters. Leaning back out and speaking in a more conversational level, “But well, he’s rich as heck and pretty handsome, so he’s the perfect guy for you.”

This stopped Allison cold. She just looked at Beth for a moment and said flatly, “Ouch.” With that one word, suddenly Bethany was cursing herself, and her boss inside. “Where did that come—you know I forget that I’ve only just barely met you, I mean talking to you I felt like I’d known you my whole life, I just forget that you don’t know me,” Allison rattled off her words, speaking more to herself than her companion.

“Alli...” Bethany was struggling to find the apology. She’d obviously touched off some kind of nerve, because Allison was really going overboard on this.

Allison’s demeanor went to that of a lecturer, she seemed to regain a force of character that Bethany hadn’t seen, “Look, I just need for you to know something about me. I’m not some gold digging hussy, I can and do take care of myself.”

“I never said you couldn’t,” Bethany pleaded weakly, as Allison turned away and waded up the steps out of the pool.

“Look, it’s getting late, and I have to get read for a date, and I haven’t had lunch, and Sirius is taking me dancing, so I need to get some clothes,” she finished, wrapping herself in one of the large cotton towels Bethany had picked up for them on the way up. Her words reverberated off the walls and the pool echoing Bethany’s empty feeling inside.

She wanted to challenge Allison’s overreaction and find out what was really behind it, she wanted to go back to before the words were spoken, and startled, she realized that she just wanted Allison not to be angry with her. But that wasn’t her job and it shouldn’t be her concern. Why did it matter what Allison though? Moreover, why did it matter what she though? After the awkward pause and racing thoughts, Bethany did something that cracked something in her mind. Eyes downcast, she started wading out of the pool and spoke words that should not have come, “He isn’t taking you dancing.”

Allison looked at her with an edge in her questioning glare, “What?”

“Let’s get you ready, and get you fed, you’ll need energy tonight... But he’s not taking you dancing.”

“What are you talking about, he said we’re going dancing tonight, he asked me, you were hovering around—what the hell is this about?”

Bethany, bit her lip and took the towel unable to face Allison’s gaze, “It- it’s nothing, I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

Allison had been walking through a strange world all day. She’d had breakfast with mysterious man, then seduced a beautiful woman. They’d spoken and shared and gotten so close, then suddenly everything was back to some strange form of normal. Again, the word came unbidden to her mind, ‘LESBIAN’, and this time, she was angrily vehemently against the entire concept. “What, are you jealous? You know what? You’re right, you don’t know what you’re talking about, you think the only reason a girl could like a guy is for money, well I’m not a lesbo, and I happen to actually like the guy.”

Bethany just looked back to her with pained eyes, partly from this crazed betrayal of her master, part from the stinging words that were being thrown at her, and part from memories that were returning to her. Memories that had been hidden, and a sense of identity that was clawing it’s way up. The only words she uttered were, “Please, stop.”

Bethany felt the world around her cracking and a whole other world leaking in.