The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

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This is my sixth contribution to this archive. The other stories have first been written in German and then translated to English, but this one I wrote just in English. But, however, please don’t mind if there are some mistakes in it as English is not my native language.

After some months of absence from this archive I suddenly had this complete story in my head. So I just wrote it down and sent it here. So it’s just a short story and not quite as long as my other stories, but I hope you’ll like it as well.

Any resemblance with any real persons, places and events is purely coincidental. And please: This is adult content, non-science and pure fiction and does by no means reflect the author’s opinion on treating people in real life. So don’t try any of this!

I’m looking forward to any comments, suggestions for linguistic improvement, questions or maybe even ideas for a sequel: ! But now enjoy the story.

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The Scent of Abulia

“Hey, man ... cool you could make it. Come on in!” Patrick said as he opened the door. Frank, his old friend from med school entered and both of them went into the living room.

“Thanks, but what’s so important that I had to drive all the way up here?” Frank asked, put his coat on a chair and sat down on the couch. Frank was in his late thirties and he was a surgeon in a small hospital. Patrick, who had always got the best grades in every exam, took part in a very lucrative research project directly after med school. Both had been friends for years.

“Frank, you and Mara ... is it still that difficult between you two?” Patrick asked.

“Well ... yes. We always fight, there’s no sex, she’s always that kind of moody and yesterday she even said she was thinking about a divorce. And she’s always meeting friends, partying and so on. I mean everybody can have fun, but she can’t expect me cleaning up the entire house when I come home from my shifts. It looks like hell back there. I .. I just don’t have the time. And she doesn’t give a damn!” Frank answered and shook his head, “But ... is that why you wanted me to come here? To ask about my wife?”

“No, Frank, no...” Patrick said with a bright smile in his eyes, “Frank ... I finally did it.”

“What?”

“I finally produced some of that stuff ... you know, the mc spray. I told you a couple of months ago.”

Frank sat back and looked at his friend. “Never. You know that that’s impossible. Every simulation failed, both concerning the production as well as the application.”

“Yes, you’re right,” Patrick said triumphantly, “but those simulations have only been theoretical. I’ll say it again: I did it. I’ll show you. Wait.”

Patrick grabbed a small spray can from his pocket, then he looked backwards: “Honey ... can you come here for a minute? Frank’s here.”

“Yeah, just a sec!” Trish—Patrick’s wife—shouted from one of the other rooms and only seconds later she came into the living room, spotted Frank, smiled at him and gave him a kiss on his cheek, “Hi, Frank, how are you? Nice to see you.” Then Trish went over to Patrick and sat right next to him. “How’s Mara? Why isn’t she ... here ... with ... you ...”

Patrick had sprayed something directly into Trish’s face. Trish inhaled the spray and instantly her eyes widened, she talked slower and sat back on the couch staring straight ahead. Patrick smiled at Frank and waved his hands directly in front of Trish’s face. She did not show the slightest reaction. It looked like she was put in a trance.

“Trish, honey, would you please change your clothes. Pick something you think Frank might like. OK?” Patrick said to her very slowly. Trish just blinked once, looked over at her husband and said: “Yes, Patrick, of course I will.” Then she stood up and went back where she had come from.

Frank looked at Patrick and laughed: “All right. You did it. In case Trish isn’t an extremely good actress: you’re a genius! But how in the name of god? How did you produce that stuff?”

Patrick sat back and enjoyed his triumph: “Well, I just tried it out on a pig. You know, pigs are very similar to us. I injected it with a 1.3 dose of that fluid I told you about and stimulated it so that it had a pulse of about 150 bpm. The fluid quickly merged with its blood and then—in its lungs—with the air, then circulated through the body. I then—and that’s what’s new about all this—took its sweat, distilled it ... and there it was. Don’t ask me how I came across that. I ... I know it sounds ridiculous. The production is not very effective, after one hour I had just some drops ... getting this can filled up cost me about a week with some breaks for the poor piggy, but: it works. When inhaled, the spray instantly affects the brain and renders the subject completely will-less. Trish does not know what to think or what to do. She just waits for an order to carry it out because can’t act otherwise.”

“Wow! Man, you can sell this to the CIA or the military. They’ll pay you billions for that technique!”

“No, no...” Patrick calmed down, “I won’t sell this. They’d use it as a weapon. No ... I’ll just have a bit of fun with Trish. That’s enough for me.”

Frank sighed and though about something for a while. Then he said: “And how long does this last? How long will Trish obey to everything you ask her?”

“Well, that’s still a problem. It will only last about 20 Minutes. But ... wait a minute, here she comes again.”

Trish entered the living room. But she did not wear her sloppy pants and her shirt any more. She now wore black and shiny latex stockings and high heels. The stockings were attached directly to the rest of her outfit which consisted of just one piece: a black dress that did not cover her pussy, but her buttocks and the rest upwards, even her arms, hands and her head were covered in that material. On her head there was just a cushioned opening around her lips and two small holes in front of her eyes. Trish walked through the room on her long shiny legs and stood directly in front of the two men. Then Patrick stood up, he put his hand on Trish’s black latex belly and stroke it. Then he moved upwards and fondled her rubberised breasts tightly so that one could hear a loud moaning from the round opening in her face. She breathed more and more heavy and when she gasped for air as Patrick inserted one or two fingers in her wet pussy, he sprayed another load of the liquid into the round hood opening. Patrick then stepped back and looked at Frank: “This will give us another 20 minutes.” Then he looked back at his rubber-clad wife. “Trish, please kneel down in front of Frank and suck his dick so that I can take you from the behind.”

Trish looked at Frank, then back at Patrick: “Yes, of course I will. Hope you two’ll have some fun with my openings.” Then Trish stepped over at Frank who did not know what to do or to think about all this. Trish unzipped his pants and freed his erect cock from his underpants. Then she knelt down in front of him, moistened the small and cushioned opening in her hood with her tongue and put her head over Frank’s erect member, letting it slip deep inside her throat. In the meantime Patrick had undressed his trousers and knelt right behind Trish. While Trish sucked Frank’s cock devotedly, Patrick fucked her from the behind talking to Frank: “Well, how’s she doing there with your little fellow?”

Frank just stroke Trish’s bald black head and leaned his head backwards against the backrest: “Man, ... she’s really good. That’s ... that’s right what I needed ... after all that bullshit at home!”

Patrick smiled: “You know what perplexes me? I didn’t specify my order five minutes ago, but I also did not imagine that she’d dress in something hot like that. I didn’t even know she had something like that ... this latex stuff. Maybe it’s a surprise she’d bought anyway...”

Some moments later Frank pressed Trish’s head in his lap and shouted out loud as he came directly in her throat. Trish swallowed his cum and licked his cock clean, but still remained in that position, because her husband was still fucking her slowly. Patrick then gave the small spray can to Frank and asked him to spray another load into her mouth so that she would still be under their control. Frank did as asked, but as he wanted to hand the can back to Patrick, his friend said: “No, it’s OK, man. Keep it. Maybe, it’ll help you at home with Mara. Well ... it will help you ... anyway. Fuck ... this ... is so good! Arrrgghhh!” and he came. Then Patrick stood up and zipped his pants. He ordered Mara to stand up and sit right next to him. Mara did so. And she did not put one of her legs on the other but rather sat there with spread thighs so that Frank could even see her shaved pussy and some drops of Patrick’s cum around it. Patrick looked at Trish and said: “Darling, where did you get these clothes? And why?”

“I got them at the fetish shop on 7th. I got them as a surprise for you on our wedding day. I thought I could spice up our sex life a bit with you staying at the lab so long in the evenings. I hope you’re not mad at me.”

“No, honey. I like it. And now I want you to undress, clean your body and those clothes and then put them back where you were hiding them so that you can surprise me in 5 days. When you’re finished, you will get into bed and fall asleep at once. When you wake up in the morning, you will only remember, that we had some glasses of wine together with Frank. Will you do that for me, Trish?”

“Yes, of course. It was a pleasure doing all that for you two. Take care, Frank. Bye,” Trish just said and walked out of the room after Patrick had sprayed another load of that strange liquid into her mouth.

“Another effect of the spray is that the subject has to say the truth because lying reqires a decision. And don’t worry. She now had 4 shots of that stuff in the last 25 Minutes. That’s about 80 minutes, well ... 55 Minutes to go. That’ll be enough. But I said something about wine, didn’t I? Let’s celebrate, my friend.”

“Yeah, you’re right man ... and there have at least to be some empty bottles in the morning, so that Trish won’t get suspicious.”

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Two weeks later Frank opened the door and let Patrick in. Frank smiled all over his face and took Patrick’s jacket. Patrick looked around and saw a perfectly cleaned-up house: “Wow, Frank. Did you use the spray on Mara so that she tidied up the whole place?”

Frank smiled again and walked Patrick into the living room: “Well, yes ... and a little bit more. But sit down and wait. I’ll show you.... Mara!” he shouted. Only seconds after Mara appeared in the living room. Patrick looked at her and couldn’t believe his eyes. Mara wore a purple transparent full-body suit made of rubber with a built-in corset and even built-in knee-high boots with transparent heels. The suit covered everything except her head, but it ended tightly around her chin with a kind of built-in neck corset, bearing the letters ‘s-l-a-v-e’ on the front side. Mara couldn’t move her head, but she could speak. “Yes, master?” the tall, busty blonde said with a nice smile as she took position in front of Frank.

“Don’t you want to welcome our guest, slave?” Frank asked and pointed at Patrick. Mara moved towards Patrick and took a bow: “Hello, Patrick. Nice to see you again. Can I be of any service to you?”

Patrick just looked at Frank. And Frank smiled back at Patrick: “I think Mara wants to return the favour Trish gave me two weeks ago at your place.” Patrick just nodded. Mara smiled and knelt down in front of him, unzipped his pants and started sucking his cock. Patrick sighed and enjoyed the procedure. Nevertheless he asked Frank “Tell me, doesn’t she ... uhm ... need to be sprayed now? Or ... hmmm ... have you altered ... the fluid?”

“No, I haven’t, but I used it on that bitch when I came home one night. I couldn’t help it. The whole place was messed up, but she lay in bed, being just fucked by another guy, and had the guts to tell me to clean up the house. So I put the can in her mouth and pushed the dispenser and sprayed slowly on and on with the other hand on her nose. She must have inhaled almost the whole can.”

“And?” Patrick gasped “What then? How ... how long did it ... did it last?”

“About 2 days. I think the more the subject inhales the longer the fluid works,” Frank wondered as Patrick came into Mara’s throat. After his cock had been licked clean and his pants had been zipped by Mara, the latex slave stood up, cleaned her and smiled at the two men. Patrick asked her for a glass of water and after he had drunk some of it, he asked Frank: “But ... when Mara inhaled almost the whole fluid I gave you in the first place ... why is she still under control now?”

“That’s a good question, Patrick. And I’ll show you,” Frank said to Patrick. Then he turned towards Mara and said: “Undress in the basement and put on the production suit. Now!” Mara just nodded and left the room.

Some minutes later Frank and Patrick went into the basement into a small room. Mara awaited them already. She now wore a black latex suit that was a couple of sizes too big for her, covered her whole body and had just a few joints. Frank asked Patrick to wait behind them. Then he guided the blind Mara on a running machine and cuffed her wrists to the machine so that Mara had to move to prevent her from falling once the machine was started. Frank attached some tubes to the suit’s joints: a thick one to the back, two to the head and finally two tubes to the heels. Then Frank opened a lid in the suit about in the middle of Mara’s left arm. He took a needle and thus connected Mara with an IV drip that hung from the ceiling. Finally he started a small device and then the running machine. Mara instantly started running and the suit began to blow up.

“What’s that?” Patrick asked.

“That infusion contains a 1.3 dose of the liquid you invented. You told me so much about it so that I was able to produce it myself. It runs into Mara’s veins, merges with her blood. The running machine and the warm air that is pumped into the suit will turn her pulse up and make her sweat. The sweat will run to the bottom of the suit and be transported to the distillation machine. Throughout the whole process Mara will be given water and air through the tubes at the front of the suit. In just 2 hours I can harvest about half a gallon of the mind control fluid. And Mara will do her weekly exercise so that she’ll stay in shape.”

“That’s ... that’s insane. I gave you the fluid so that you could have a bit of fun and ... maybe ... save your marriage. But this is almost industrial production. Man ... you have to stop this. Use the fluid you have in stock, but don’t do this. That’s not fair!” Patrick shouted.

“Not fair?” Frank asked, “What that bitch had done to me ... that is not fair. But I won’t let her get away with that. She will stay under my control for the rest of her life. For family celebrations and stuff like that I will program her to behave as my friendly wife Mara, but apart from that she’ll be my obedient slave.”

“For the rest of her life? You’d have to expose her to the mc fluid regularly. How do you think you can manage this?”

“OK,” Frank said, “I’ll show you how. It’s in the other room. Follow me.” Frank and Patrick left the room with Mara still running on the machine.

“Here it is,” Frank said and switched on the light in the adjacent room. Patrick looked around and saw a large shelf with dozens of round metal bottles, a hissing machine with two tubes from the other room entering and drops of that liquid quickly dripping into one of those metal bottles. On the other side of the room, that was way larger than the former, there was a giant closet with latex and bondage gear and an examination chair.

“Man ...” Patrick sighed, “you have definitely gone nuts! This isn’t fun at home, this is abuse, this ... this is insane! I’ll give you two weeks. Stop this or I will go and ... tell the ... police ... what ...” Patrick stopped talking, let his arms hang next to his body and stared directly at Frank who stood in front of him with a small spray can in his hands. He thought about nothing. Everything was just meaningless. He just looked straight ahead. Then he heard Frank’s voce again. He said something ... and then everything went black.

As Patrick opened his eyes, he looked at the room’s ceiling. He moved his head and looked at himself. He was completely naked and was strapped to the chair. Patrick tried to break the straps that held him down, but he couldn’t. And he couldn’t remember how he’d got there. He just remembered entering this room. Then Frank appeared in his sight.

“Hey, my friend,” Frank said and held up a silver latex full-body suit with a round opening at the hood and a built-in condom at the front, “how do you like this suit? Because you’ll wear it when you come back here.”

“Come back? From where? Frank, man ... please, don’t be stupid. Let me go.”

“Yes, you will go ... to your lab and get all the information on this mc fluid. Then you will erase the files there, go to your house and do the same over there. You’ll put everything in a bag, write some emails that you and your wife are on vacation for a couple of weeks. You will then wait for Trish, spray her with the mc fluid and both of you will come here. You will be made my new silver rubber slaves. You will serve me and you will produce about a gallon of mc fluid a day. When I have enough fluid and when I have sold the technique to the military, I will re-programme the both of you. You will believe that you spent a nice holiday on Hawaii and you won’t remember anything about that mc fluid. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything,” Frank said with a devilish grin.

“No, Frank ... hey. Let me go. I won’t tell anybody. This will be our secret. You can use Mara, you can even use Trish for a threesome if you like, but please ... don’t be that stupid. That’s not the Frank I know. Come on, let me go.”

“You want to got? OK. In about ten minutes,” Frank said, put one of those metal bottles into a device under the chair and put an inhalation mask on Patrick’s face, “Don’t worry. And don’t fight it. You know it is stronger than you. Just relax and breathe, just breathe...”

The End?