The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“It’s important to keep in mind our earlier discussion—” Samuel was presenting again, but was cut-off by another of the men in the room.

“Discussion? You’ve been talking our ears off. If you want us to invest, show us something.” He seemed mildly agitated.

Samuel recovered quickly, flashing one of those smiles of his, “In due time, Mr. Arthur. But there are two other band mates, aren’t you curious how their experiences went?”

“Not if it was anything like the last- a girl staring at a screen. Very original.” The man known as Mr. Arthur grumbled.

“Well, all three of them were staring at screens. However, I assure you, this one will have more intrigue than the last.” With that, Samuel clicked his controller and the slide transitioned once more to a video, displaying Sam, Nicole, and Kayla.

Nicole was gazing at the screen. The screen that had captivated her attention so completely that she couldn’t look away from it.

She wanted to scream, she knew something was wrong, but part of what was wrong was that her body wouldn’t respond to her. It was just a blue screen. It was a lovely shade of blue...

Nicole did her best to arrest that thought. Were they playing with her mind? Of the three, she had been the least interested in coming here. She had sensed something was up, but then she let her pussy do the thinking and now they were in some fucked-up mad man’s lair.

Good going, Nicole.

If she could have sighed, she would. Her anger, which had flared up like a flash fire in a pan was melting away into sadness. She had said yes, and now both of her friends, Sam, and, most importantly, her girlfriend, Nicole, were stuck along with her, at the whims of the ever-charming Samuel. Would he rape them? A man with this sort of power was unlikely to let them leave, either. At least not alive.

The screen flickered a moment, and an image began to fade in slowly.

It was a photograph of the night before, with Nicole and Kayla positioned beautifully as they each sank tongues into the other’s sex. It was hot. It made Nicole hot too. Her pussy couldn’t help but bloom with warmth. Finally, Nicole’s body responded to something she wanted it to, her fingers slipped down to the thin fabric of her skirt and pressing it against her panties, which in turn pressed it against her crotch.

The photograph began to move- it wasn’t a photo, it was video.

Nicole hadn’t ever watched herself before, it was an interesting perspective. Her head bobbed as her tongue flicked and twirled. She was an expert on Kayla’s pussy, in its every bump and fold. Nicole remembered the heat pouring out of her girlfriend, filling her face as the aroma of sex filled her nostrils.

Even with her hand freely exploring her sex, Nicole couldn’t move otherwise. She couldn’t look away from the screen still, though, she truly didn’t want to now anyways. That was when she was shocked. It came from somewhere on her butt, the joltage shot through her leg and up her chest through her arms.

“Ow!” The uncharacteristic squeal that passed Nicole’s lips was almost as surprising as the shock. Especially since she found that she was still unable to talk afterward.

The images of her and Kayla were still moving on the screen. Sweat rolled off their bodies, if the room had been any smaller there would have been steam on the windows. As it was, they were a mess of tangled limbs and bed sheets. The only way to tell them apart was the fact that Nicole’s skin was a few shades darker than her girlfriend’s.

Another shock. Then another.

They didn’t abate her arousal, but they did make it more difficult for Nicole to focus. If she had been able, she would have gripped the table to brace herself. Instead, the hand which had been allowed to move to her snatch was busy rubbing against her clit, pushing her ever closer toward orgasm amid the torturous pain.

I can’t... so close... Nicole’s breathing became ragged. Now the image of her pulled back, stuck two fingers out, and plunged them into her girlfriend’s willing cunt.

She was about to receive the same. The memory of that moment, pain and bliss, caused her sex to twitch, and another shock answered, this time as her body was breaking in waves of orgasm. Raw pleasure stole through her, beginning at her sex, but climbing her torso and sinking down her legs. This time, when the shock hit her again, all it did was heighten the sensations of the orgasm.

The image on the screen was suddenly replaced. The new image, also a video, showed Nicole, but, there was someone... Samuel, Samuel was behind her and pounding her doggy-style. The expression on Nicole’s face was one of carnal lust, pleasure causing her skin to glow. However, if Nicole had been able to make an expression on her actual face, it would have been one of horror.

Ew, no! Nicole was aware that her girlfriend, Kayla, was bisexual. However, Nicole had realized after her first and only boyfriend that she was a lesbian. Since then, she’d had two other girlfriends, outside of Kayla, with whom she had been the longest by far.

In spite of Nicole’s revulsion, her fingers plunged repeatedly into her orgasming sex. As her fingers brushed across her pulsing clit, and that sweet spot hidden away within her pussy, she couldn’t help but let out a moan. It did not matter that there was an image of hetero sex on the screen she was forced to watch. Nicole came, and she came hard.

Perhaps it was the shock of so much pain, pleasure, or both, but Nicole slid slowly into the welcoming black depths of unconsciousness as her orgasm abated, her fingers still plunged into her sopping sex. Dreams stole across vision and memory, dreams in which she was at the feet of Kayla, her lover, but also her Mistress. There were dreams of her having sex with men, always subserviently, and sometimes with Kayla watching and encouraging her on.

In her dreams, Nicole was almost a sort of caricature of herself. Gone were the subtle signs of goth and punk culture. Her face was always made up with heavy, dark make-up, as though she were some goth doll to be put on display. Her boobs and ass were larger, filling out corsets and midriff-baring tops, along with flouncy short skirts that threatened to expose her if she weren’t careful.

The super-goth Nicole wore only heels, never less than three inches. She also had a collar, from which a chain often dangled, and her hair was woven into two braids, on either side of her head. She had pierced nipples, two tongue rings, two lip rings, which encircled a thick, pouty, bottom lip. She had three nose rings, and six earrings on each ear. She had a ring in each brow, two rings in her navel, and a set of three rings on each side of her labia.

Tattoos crawled down the sides of both arms in Nicole’s dreams. The tattoos consisted of cute icons with a dark, gothic tinge. There was a gothic pony in the “My Little Pony” style and a set of crossbones with a skull that had a bow. There were black stars and bleeding hearts and outlines of men and women in various sex poses. The tattoos covered her back as well as her shoulders, but there were no tattoos on her legs, and only one tattoo on her midriff, text that arced over her navel and read, “Pain Slut”.

True to the tattoo, Nicole witnessed herself being subjected to spankings, electric shocks, painful clamps, and held in uncomfortable bondage, suspended from ropes or tied tightly in restraints. Yet, with each humiliating pose or situation, the Nicole in her dreams seemed to revel in it, drinking in the horror and the dirty sex play as though such things sustained her.

While she lay there, unconscious and dreaming, headphones were feeding commands and words, intended, clearly to shape her sense of self, her identity:

Bimbo Goth Slut

Pain Whore Bitch Slave

Silly Dark Obedient

Empty Submissive Naughty

As the words played out in repetition through her ears, sinking into her mind, and as Nicole dreamed, another change was working its way through as well. The Nicole in the dreams was not as intelligent as the Nicole of the present. The change was, perhaps, less significant than the dumbing down of Samantha. However, it was still a prominent one.

The Nicole in the dreams was not someone capable of stringing together complex thoughts or plans. It wasn’t the Nicole who could stay up late with Kayla and talk about modern feminism, politics, the meaning of life, or even something as simple as where to go out to eat. Thinking and choices were for other people, not a silly goth bimbo like herself.

And while the present Nicole was watching and aware that something about her dream self was off, she couldn’t help but feel her own sense of self clouding up, merging with the naughty, slutty, dumber, gothic bimbo of her dreams.

The video transitioned to another slide, this one a silhouette of Nicole, with a question mark. Samuel grinned as he looked around at the men gathered in the conference room.

“Well? Surely that was more to your taste.” He said.

The men looked at one another. Some of them shifted in their seats, using the movement to discretely “adjust” down below. While they hadn’t been able to see Nicole’s dreams, they had all watched her fuck herself with her fingers, and they had all seen the screen which showed Nicole engaging in sexual acts with men, women, and objects. The images rendered, save for the footage of Nicole’s previous night with Kayla, had to be artificially rendered, but it was good enough to fool the casual eye.

“Alright, fine.” Said one man, sitting a bit straighter as he spoke, trying to make himself seem more impressive and important. “Yes, it was stimulating. You have our interest. However, what you want is our money. You’ve been teasing, but not showing. What will we be investing in? That’s what we want to see.“

Samuel nodded, offering a sympathetic look that was belied by the laughter in his eyes.

“In due time, sir. In due time. I have one more to show you, after all. While the process might not seem important to you, it’s part of what you’ll be investing in, and I assure you that the transition of the third girl, the leader of our little gang, is the most exciting one yet.”

The men at the table looked at one another and then back at Samuel, who, grinning once more, had one finger on the button of his clicker, which was pointed at the screen.