The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

‘I need to get out of here.’

It was a simple thought, both clear and rational.

It occurred to Bethany while she was working the lights for the master’s debut of the oral stylings of Allison Remy. She was disgusted with the thought of what was about to happen to Allison, and a bit surprised by her own disgust. Yet there she was, obediently working the lights, like the boss’s little lap dog.

Part of her had wanted to warn Allison not to drink anything handed to her that night. She had looked so beautiful in her dancer’s costume and even more so when she moved while sober. She had tried to steal glimpses of Allison when they mobbed her and handed her a drugged her drink. Thoughts and flashes of memory were coming back to her. Thoughts and memories that had more truth than her ‘boss’ did. It was a confusing jumble, but Bethany knew that she felt some kind of closeness with Allison. She knew that she didn’t want to see what they were going to do to Allison. But still she had to obey her boss. Her heart was thumping like mad when the second set started. After she dimmed the lights and saw the glassiness of Allison’s eyes, she couldn’t stand to be there any longer. When all eyes focused on the drugged dancer, she slipped away, but unsure of where to go. She ended up back in the loft and retreated to the massage room. A trembling hand shut of the lights and oily darkness fell.

She stopped and took a breath. The room still smelled of feminine musk. She closed her eyes and tried to think. She needed a plan. She needed an escape. She needed something. Bethany collapsed in the corner and sat down holding her head in her hands.

Though the music had been left it had long since run out. All that there was to hear was a low buzz of white noise and a feminine whisper that she couldn’t quite realize was there. It did not whisper any plan to her. But sometimes a muse need not give a method. Right now, all Bethany needed was a motive.

An hour later her thought had been slightly modified:

‘We need to get out of here.’

Bethany stood up, wiped her eyes and recomposed herself. She had a mission, and it would have to be fast. Tonight, Allison was under the boss’s watchful eye so she needed to just get to sleep and figure out a plan. She headed back to her slave room.

When she got back to her room, the lights were still out. The power in her room was out—as it had been for days now. She didn’t mind the quiet, and her thinking had been clearer lately. At first, the lack of wall screen helped her sleep so she could be more alert to help her master. The dark was inconvenient at night, but since the room was so small she supposed it didn’t matter that much. She slipped in, closing the door, and kicked a duffel bag out of the way before she lay down on the cot. ‘How are we getting out of here?’ she thought. ‘I have my clothes, I have her clothes, I’ve got no car. She probably has a car, and she’s probably got some money. We just need enough to get out of town... Where will we go, come on focus, one thing at a time, the boss always said—FUCK!’ She grasped her own head in frustration and then pushed herself up to standing. She wanted to pace around, but there was no darned room in this tiny cubicle hole in the wall crap place she was crammed into. In the cover of darkness, she stripped out of that ridiculous top and flung it off, then out of her old suit pants. ’My old suit pants. Those were mine.’ She crawled under the covers while the wheels kept turning in her head until she dropped off to sleep.

Julian Thames was elated. After all, Allison Remy was well on her way to becoming quite a useful young lady, and she was going to be keeping her beautiful dancing skills. He’d had some interest from a few clients who wanted to consider her for some gainful employment once she was ready. Two of them actually wanted to keep her spunky personality, which could be a bit of a risk. Such unchecked self confidence and playful disobedience could snowball on itself, but some owners liked to live dangerously and have more of an emotional bond with their slaves. For the present time he simply decided to focus on breaking down her will for reshaping. Her dancing had been captivating and magical, but in the end it was just a skill she possessed. She was no longer intriguing to him.

Fred, on the other hand, was quite amazing. He’d gone through brainwashing more intense than any other human subject Julian had worked on before. He half expected the poor lad to be a drooling lump of meat, but the latest scans were showing a wonderful lack of damage to his brainwaves. Apparently, he was either resisting the training completely, or he had opened up his mind to it and incorporated so much of it into himself that he could not distinguish what was real and what was forced in. A quick blow job would answer that mystery... but not tonight. He decided to hold off on sexual gratification for one night. It would make the morning so much sweeter.

Tonight, he decided to be alone. That being so, he locked down all controls to his room under his personal authorization, dropped into bed. He chuckled to a few times. ‘Life truly is a wonderful thing.’

Before dawn, Bethany was already awake and alert. First, she headed up to the loft. She knew she ought to see the master—err bastard first to check in, but right now she just wanted to check on Allison. She walked with a steady gait trying to appear calm, though her insides were twisting in knots. She headed to the bedroom only to find it empty and unused. For a moment she panicked, ‘He wouldn’t have sold her yet- there’s no way...’ She bit her lip and tried to think. She hurried to the control room to see if she could find her on the monitors. The screens didn’t show her much, just business as usual for the most part. There was one straggler still in the white room on the couch. She sat in the chair and set herself to find Allison. While she was leaning forward she noticed a plastic card in front of the monitors. Her heart leapt when she read the name of the driver’s licensee and, more importantly, the address. She refocused on the screens, cycling through each of the different locations. Her patience was wearing thin when she saw Allison. In that moment her ball of frustration morphed into a pit of despair.

Allison was in a pod.

‘Oh no, please no.’ There wasn’t time to worry about the duffel bag or any preparations, right now Allison needed to be taken out of that pod. Bethany got out of the control room and headed towards the elevator with a driver’s license shoved in her pocket. She wasn’t sure of the time; she just hoped that the boss-tard was having a nice relaxing sleep.

Bethany snuck past the slumbering straggler on the couch in the main part of the white room and tip-toed down the corridor to the pod room (one of many in the building). Allison looked as peaceful as an angel, and that scared Bethany just a little bit more. She shut off the subliminal signaling and brushed Allison’s hair away from her face trying to rouse her gently.

“Baby? Please, wake up...” She pause with one hand over her mouth, in hopeful terror. In that moment, Bethany felt a well of love for this girl spring within her. She was terrified.

Allison’s eyes blinked, and looked towards the voice that spoke to her. She saw her beautiful friend and smiled, “Hi.”

“Sweety, are you okay?”

Allison paused and considered herself. ‘Am I okay? I don’t know, maybe Bethany knows. Bethany probably knows better than me.’ The delay was tearing Bethany apart. Finally, Allison spoke up, “I don’t know, I guess I feel okay.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Bethany.” Allison smiled. Bethany looked so stressed, and her eyes were welling up. She wanted to (obey) comfort her.

Bethany felt relief flood her soul. She hugged Allison tightly, elated that she could still form sentences, have coherent thoughts, and remembered her. She kissed Allison with conviction, and smiled as she leaned on her forehead to forehead. “God, you know, you scared the bejeezus out of me Alli. Okay, listen we don’t have a lot of time and we need to get out of here.” Allison nodded obediently as Bethany continued. “You’ve got to get showered and changed fast, hear me?”

Allison just followed Bethany’s lead unquestioningly. Allison felt disgusting, covered in dried cum and reeking of sweat and musk. Bethany didn’t seem to be bothered by it one bit though, she held her hand every step of the way. While she showered, Bethany disappeared which left Allison a little scared and lost, but she showered quickly like she’d been told. She was quite relieved when Bethany returned with a duffel bag. “I’ve got your clothes here, put them on and then put this robe on over it.”

The outfit was the one Allison had worn on Friday night. It seemed a lifetime ago. She dressed in front of Bethany and while she may have felt a little bit of modesty before, it was not really a concern at this moment. The robe was a white silk robe that went down to her feet.

“The robe is what girls wear when they are going to be delivered as slaves to their new owners. That way they can wear whatever is requested underneath. We’re leaving and we’re doing it by walking out the front door. We just need some money.” Bethany thought to herself. Cab fare to get to Allison’s house from the city wouldn’t be cheap.

Allison frowned. She was okay with following all of Bethany’s directions, since she seemed to have a plan, but Sirius had a plan too. He offered to take care of her. To give her pleasure and to take care of all her needs. She remembered his offer and she knew she was going to accept it since he was so strong and loved her so much. She was going to be his woman—so why was his assistant trying to take her away? It didn’t make sense. Allison stepped back, “Why—wait, why are we leaving him?”

“Oh god, no, please tell me you’re kidding.” She didn’t need this, not now.

“No, he’s strong, I’m weak and he’ll take care of me,” he thoughts came clearer as she spoke, “I need him, to obey him, and he’ll give me everything I want. That’s the deal, he loves me and he’ll take care of me.”

Bethany stepped forward, there was no time for arguing or deprogramming, “Allison, please, you gotta trust me, he’s doesn’t love you like I do, he doesn’t care about you, I’ll take care of us if we can just get out of here.”

Allison stalled, she felt her mind split, pulled in two different directions. Love. Bethany loved her. She backed into the wall and clutched her head trying to reconcile all the different messages she was getting and thoughts she was seeing. Lesbian, obedient, her love, his love, pleasure, desires, it was all coming at her so fast and it all felt so real. Her hands started shaking, pulling at her hair.

Time was running short for both of them. Bethany didn’t both to obsess over the words that she said. She just accepted that she loved this woman and wasn’t leaving without her, whatever it took. She snapped. “Allison, listen to me, you have to obey me, I’m the one who loves you and I’ll take care of you, now follow me. I’m strong, follow me.”

Allison followed her, comforted by obedience, but still split in her mind.

Bethany wasn’t really sure where to go now. They needed cab money fast. She took Allison to the loft control room, thinking that maybe she could send a money requisition to the front desk. It might be too suspicious, but it was all she could think of.

Back at the desk in the control room, Bethany was trying to access the messaging system, while Allison spaced out still trying to think if she could choose one of the directions she was being pulled. Bethany stopped herself from sending a requisition for money, admitting to herself that it wouldn’t be received or approved in time without the bastard’s authorization code which she didn’t have. She looked to the monitors hoping for some divine inspiration and saw something that made her heart sink. The boss’s bedroom was in view on the monitor. That meant he disabled lockdown, which meant he was up and awake. ‘Shit, I’ve taken too long.’ She checked the new recruits area and didn’t find him, and that was when she heard the elevator ding. She jumped out of her seat, pulled the sliding panel closed, and covered Allison’s mouth with her hand. A split second later, the elevator door opened. Now, they had to be dead silent and hope for a miracle.

Outside she heard a muffled masculine voice. Both Bethany and Allison turned to look at the monitors. Allison was transfixed as she watched Sirius lead some shirtless guy into the bedroom on the monitor. Bethany locked that feed in and Allison watched intently as Sirius unbuckled his pants and sat down on the bed. The guy with him seemed familiar. Her jaw dropped when she realized is was Fred. Fred was kneeling between Sirius’s legs. She couldn’t believe what she was watching, and just stared in shock when Fred’s head started bobbing up and down. Allison’s mind finally sorted one thing out. Sirius didn’t love her. She didn’t know Sirius at all. He wasn’t going to take care of her, but she was still weak. Weak.... but in love. She was in love with Bethany. If that meant she lesbian then fine, but right now she didn’t care about labels. She knew they had to escape this place. “Sirius is totally nucking futs,” and in that moment she had a brainstorm, “Tip jars.”

Bethany looked at her completely confounded by the random verbal spewage. “Huh?”

“We need money, tip jars at the bar—are they already cleared out?”

Bethany nodded, whispering, “They do around 6 AM. They’d be done by now.”

“What about starters? Don’t they leave a couple bucks in there to ‘get things started’?”

Bethany’s eyes widened with hope. Allison offered her hand and Bethany took it, rising with a smile. In that moment, Bethany just felt one truth in her bones, ‘We’re going to make it out of here.’ They slipped out of the loft as quietly as possible while Sirius was otherwise occupied.

The club wasn’t empty when they arrived. The clean up crew was mopping up the floors and clearing out garbage. Fortunately, this was an actual commercial clean-up crew and not a random group of loyal slaves. When the elevator opened, the one mop headed young man carrying a garbage bag stopped to let them pass, and asked no questions.

“Bar.” Bethany and Allison headed behind bar, hand in hand. A cursory glance at the tip jars showed they were completely empty. Bethany began panicking again, frenetically looking at and around the register. Her freedom was locked just inside that cash drawer and she lacked a key. She started to hyperventilate as the thought occurred to her, ‘Desperate times call for desperate measures...’ She wondered how much money one of the janitors might have, and if he’d be willing to part with it for a blow job. Just the thought of touching a man made her stomach churn, but she wasn’t going to make Allison do anything more like that. She took a breath and tried to calm down.

Meanwhile Allison, found another jar, also empty. Calmly, she looked around and noticed something crumpled and soaked in mop water on the floor. She gathered up her robe and bent down to find a wonderful picture of Alexander Hamilton. “Beth?”

Bethany turned, her face a picture of anxiety. It turned quickly into a smile when she saw the wrinkled soaked ten dollar bill.

“Let’s go.”

“Which way?”

“The front door.”

They weren’t going to be able to leave through the club entrance. It’d be locked. Bethany was still a little loathe to take Allison through the front exit, since she didn’t appear tranced enough. Still that was the only way out. The only problem was the guards there were liable to check for a slave order, and she’d have to bluff far enough for them to be able to make a break for it and run. Once they got out in the open, it still wouldn’t look good to be chased by two uniformed guards. This was going to be a gamble.

Meanwhile a mop headed young man with a plastic bag of refuse and gray slush trudged by the pair.

Bethany suddenly got a crooked smile as the simplest idea crossed her mind. Allison smiled back at her, a little unsure at the goofy look on Bethany’s face, “Uhm, Beth?”

Bethany looked to Allison and pinched a sleeve on the robe, “Go ahead and ditch that, we’re getting out now.” Allison quickly obeyed, while Bethany flagged down the mop headed youth. “Excuse me, hey, uhm... dondey esta uhm... exito?”

The youth looked back to her with the garbage bag, “Lady, I speak English. Also, I’m Egyptian, not Mexican, I go to school—”

“Right, sorry, now shut up. I just need to find the exit.”

He just shook his head and muttered a curse to himself, and trudged off.

Allison and Bethany followed him. They followed him straight out to an open door. They followed him straight into the side alley. They passed him by the dumpster, and Allison tossed the robe in and sent him a thankful smile. The Egyptian student smiled back wondering why the amazingly gorgeous ones always seemed to have such bitchy friends.

There wasn’t enough there for cab fare, but they made it into the subway and out of the city proper. It was around 10:20 when they finally got back to Allison’s hole in the wall apartment, and Julian was still 10 minutes away from finding the pod empty. The door was locked, but Allison had a key hidden behind her mail drop off. Once inside, Bethany couldn’t hold back anymore and pulled Allison into a bear hug. Their kisses felt so right, it was impossible that they’d only known each other two days.

“God, I just want to hug you and cuddle forever.”

Allison smiled. That sounded pleasant. Bethany really seemed to know everything that Allison truly wanted. Bethany was going to take care of her, and maybe she could help too. Moments passed, as they held each other, and Bethany caressed her love’s cheeks. But she knew it couldn’t last—at least not here.

“Alright, baby, we need to get a couple changes of clothes, some money, and then get gone. He knows where you live.”

“Okay, uhm, do you need any? I’m sure I have some stuff that’ll fit you.” Never once did Allison question her feelings for Bethany. Never once did she question her suggestions. She felt like they were partners in crime. Bonnie and Clyde. Or maybe Bonnie and Bethany. She smiled unable to take her eyes off of Bethany as she looked through her closet sporadically shoving articles of clothing into the duffel bag. She grinned as Bethany heft up the now stuffed bag. “Road trip time?”

“You’re driving first shift.”

Allison nodded and followed her out the door, not bothering to lock it.

Once in the car Bethany had a chance to think. Allison looked at her with so much love in her eyes that it made Bethany’s heart sing. The sound of the ignition rang of freedom. But as her thoughts continued, Bethany felt a horrid sadness overtake her again.

She looked at her lover and thought, ‘I know this isn’t real. I know the love you have for me isn’t real. I know that some of what I’m feeling isn’t real. But right now I don’t care. I’m going to take care of you until we can figure this all out together. Maybe you can take care of me too?’

“Alright, bucko, where are we going?”

Guilt, tears, regrets and pain could wait for another day. Bethany smiled and answer with perfect clarity, “Nag’s Head.”