The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Day by day the beautiful girls get used to their new routine. They wake up early in the morning, doll up a little bit and get dressed—in the clothes already chosen for them—and go straight to the breakfast where they get their first set of pills and injections.

Next thing is the video session, each one at a computer in a separate booth, watching one hour of training and inspirational videos. They usually leave their seats a little disoriented, in fact some look dazed, especially Paula and Mandy.

The third step is the gym, where each girl has her routine laid in advance for her in the room’s computers. The series of exercises are meant to tone their muscles but also help develop what they have best or correct some flaw — develop legs, butts, give them slimmer waists, lose weight etc.

They take a bath and go to college for the few classes they still attend and have lunch there. Some of their other college friends still try to keep in touch with them, but the girls in the experiment make sure to tell their former good friends that their jobs are taking all their time.

The thirteen girls are, for the most part, uninterested in the boys outside the facility, feeling no sexual attraction at all for them. They also feel distant from the outside friends and have a bad temper that causes many arguments and fights with old friends.

Later at night they return for more work out, pills and training videos then dinner and straight to bed.

Obviously the week has been quite hard for the girls. They have been working out every day, barely able to attend classes. Not one of them was able to open a book, but the coeds just don’t bother with it. Not even Martha or Paula, the most studious of them are able to think about tests and classes now.

Their heads are filled with wild sexual fantasies with older men, pleasing the doctors and sponsors, getting as pretty and hot as possible and dreaming with careers where powerful men — their bosses and clients—use them in obscene ways.

What they didn’t know was that the Saturday would hold surprises for all of them.

Early morning, as usual, they are woken up, go to the showers, talk dirty, get their breakfast, take a ton of pills and injections and go back to their dorm rooms to find what clothes they must wear.

But, instead of the usual gym clothes, they find skimpy bikinis, no more than thongs, waiting for them on their beds. Most of the girls don’t think twice, they don the lewd swimsuits as if it was just their normal everyday clothes.

Andrea, Paula and Martha look at their thongs and feel nervous. They still find something is really wrong, but both none is able to figure out what could not be right. They can’t understand why they hesitated when they saw the tiny bikinis, why have they felt it was strange! A few minutes later the three girls join their giggling friends and soon forget about their doubts.

Nurse Stevens leads them to the same room where they performed their dance routines a few days ago. This time there is a long catwalk in the room, looking like they’ll be part of a modeling performance.

There is one beautiful and slim green eyed redhead, in a bikini just like their own, chatting with some of the main doctors of the project. They stop and turn to face the coeds as they enter the room.

“My dear ladies.” Doctor Taylor starts. “This beautiful young woman with the flaming hair is Gwen Kidman, who will teach you the secrets of the models walk.” The girls giggle and Mary winks to her friends, happy to finally start their modeling training. “More than that, she’ll teach you how to act like a real star among important men, how to walk and carry yourself in important social meetings, how to impress your bosses and clients and how to move to create the strongest effect on the important men you’ll be dealing with.”

Not one of the girls says a thing. They can see this is important. Each one of the thirteen hotties feels this is a turning point at the training, the first time they’ll learn how to impress and please the old men. The thought makes them all wet and extremely excited.

“I’m very proud to have been chosen to teach you girls.” Gwen says with a broad and friendly smile. “The doctors have been telling me about this experiment and I’m very pleased to be of use to them, I am ready to turn you all into walking dreams for the company men!”

The girls giggle and nod, some girls elbow their friends and some wink. This sounds more exciting than they thought, becoming walking wet dreams for the important guys around is a major fantasy to each girl.

“Come on, let’s see what you can do, make a line and let me see how you strut on the catwalk!” Gwen jokes and puts all the girls in line.

One by one they walk, trying to imitate famous models, but only Mary actually did it and manages to have professional level grace on her walk. Gwen spends a good part of the morning teaching the girls how to smile and walk in increasingly higher heels. When she feels the girls finally got the hang of it she rounds them up and calls for their attention.

“Well girls, you are not perfect at the catwalk...” She pats Mary’s bums and winks to the slim brunette. " ... save for our friend Mary here.” The coeds cheer their talented friend. “But you are all doing great and I don’t think you’ll take more than a week to acquire at least acceptable skill.”

“Cool!” Carol says dreamingly. I always wanted to be a model, but I thought my boobs and butt were too large!”

“Nonsense!” Gwen laughs and walks to the tall girl. “With these tits...” she cups Carol’s hooters. " ... and this ass...” she slaps Carol’s ass hard. " ... you’d be a match for Claudia Schiffer at her best!”

“OOOHHH!” The girls yell, cheering their friend.

“And all of you have a lot of potential.” Gwen turns to the whole group again. “Now I’ll teach you how to walk in the ‘Victoria Secret’s way’. It is sexier and full of flirting with the viewers, you must offer yourself with your face and swing of your body.” The girls nod. “Let’s try it!”

The next hours are spent training a number of different sexy struts, some are almost obscene. The coeds feel some of the moves are too daring even for lingerie modeling; they look more like stripper moves. Yet they don’t complain and do their best to make the faces and movements just like Miss Kidman teaches them.

Later the day Gwen starts to show how to bend, cup their tits, slap their own or a friend’s butts and remove articles of clothe ass they moved, all with amazing grace and fluid movements, almost a kind of dance.

They hardly have a break, a quick shower time before lunch and half an hour after it is all they get. The night comes with the girls totally exhausted, but very proud of their achievement. All of them are now at least acceptably competent at the catwalk ... or at a strip tease stage!

“It was a lot of hard work for a day, hotties.” Gwen calls her students. “But it was worth it. You’ll still have to wake up early morning for the daily work outs, you still get to attend classes during the day, but you’ll see me every day during the next weeks.” Gwen looks at the beautiful coeds and smile, proud to have such a lovely group of ‘disciples’. “I’ll teach you advanced techniques, from pole dancing and stripping techniques to lap dances and group performance.”

“What?!” Martha asks wide eyed.

“You mean ... we’ll learn how to be strippers?!” Paula also asks, stunned with the information, while the rest of the girls laugh at her reaction.

“Of course you will Paula. Don’t be surprised, it is useful for any model, actress or dancer to learn how to be extra sexy.” Gwen explains. “Even if you don’t become a stripper or a topless dancer at Las Vegas this training with teach you how to move in ways that seduces men without even having to touch or talk to them. You’ll get the best body language possible to be used in benefit of the company.”

When the redhead talks about ‘benefit of the company’, all the girls nod and agree. They can’t think of anything useful to the company as ‘not good’. In fact, after Gwen explains them why they have to learn stripping, they stop worrying about it and start feeling good to acquire these skills, to become more useful for the company.

They return to their rooms spent and tired and soon are soundly asleep.

The hidden cameras of the complex captured all the action, every move of the sexy girls. At night, Doctors Taylor, and Mason, the top men at the experiment, discuss the girls’ reactions and the latest results of their physical tests.

Also present is Mr. Johnson, a business partner of Lisa’s father, who is a major sponsor of the project. A technician prepared a video of the best parts of the training and the old men are eagerly watching it and commenting on each girl’s performance.

The treatment is a success and the psychological analyses team has identified eight girls that are ready to join the special training: Michelle, Lisa, Natty, Rhiana, Mary, Diana, Belle and Carol. The others may still freak out and compromise the treatment if confronted with their sex toy status.

“Gentlemen, getting Rhiana into our special training is nothing but natural.” Taylor says and the others nod in agreement. “And I think it is time to choose another one of the girls.” Taylor says putting the files of the seven beauties on the desk. “Lisa has already been ... commissioned by our partner, Mr. Johnson.” He removes her photo. “So we have to choose among these six girls.”

“Michelle is just begging for it.” Mason says after thinking for a moment. “I’d choose her.”

“It is decided then. Miss Michelle Kant is our next target.” Taylor agrees.