The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

After school, just as planned, Mark, Sierra and their recruits drove down to the building, still being finished, meeting up at the white bus. Seated three-by-three in the couches facing the TV, the young women listened as Mark made the introductory speech before he started the video. A big part of Sierra wanted to stay and watch as well, knowing that the video brought each of the women—her friends, and friends of friends—deeply into trance. She had other orders, however.

Striding softly out of the bus, she turned and approached the truck. Only the driver’s-side door was unlocked. She opened it and climbed in, allowing herself to truly appreciate Mark’s politeness in helping her up and down—climbing in by herself was no cakewalk. She closed the door behind herself and fastened the seatbelt. Memories were indeed trickling back to her. Her body was responding sexually to some subconscious anticipation—or maybe the mere fact that she was obeying the instructions she now remembered him giving.

She reached into the glove box and grabbed his spare keys. The vehicle came alive for her, much more quickly than her own car. Pulling out into the after-school traffic, she reached into the catch-all in the door and fished out Mark’s cell.

Connie was popping the last of her eggroll into her mouth when she heard her cell phone ringing. She looked at the caller ID. “Mark Cell,” it said. This was not a call she could refuse. Flipping her phone open, she put it to her ear.

“We are called to serve.” Sierra’s voice said.

“Yes, I understand.” Connie said softly, her eyes glazing over as her mind slowly emptied. Her half-eaten cashew chicken was forgotten as she stood up, grabbed her purse and walked out the door of the office Mark had procured for her.

Li Hua was feeling quite satisfied with all she had accomplished since her Master had helped her retake control of her late husband’s company. She had finished everything she really needed to do today and had started on the next day’s work when she heard her cell phone ring. The caller ID told her it was Mark’s Cell, and she answered.

“We are called to serve.” Sierra’s voice said. Hua slid into blissful blankness and acknowledged the command. Sierra hung up. Hua did the same, but then re-opened her phone and called Fiona.

“Hello?” Fiona asked.

“We are called to serve.” Hua said. There was a pause.

“Yes, I understand.” Fiona replied. There was a click as both women hung up their phones. Hua stood, waiting for Fiona to come to her. When she did, the pair walked out together.

Li Hsu had just turned her cell back on after leaving her last class when it rang. Mark’s Cell. She answered, and hadn’t even gotten her greeting out when Sierra’s voice interrupted.

“We are called to serve.”

“Yes, I understand.” Hsu replied flatly, and hung up. She walked downstairs to the parking lot, ignoring everyone. Enough of her mind reactivated to allow her to drive safely and without being pulled over, but only just. Her nipples poked tents in her thin shirt, despite her bra, and her slit was lubricating itself like there was no tomorrow, ready to obey whatever commands she was given.

Lonnie and June were ringing up an attractive female customer when Traci’s phone rang. She put it to her ear and opened her mouth, about to speak. Her face went blank. “Yes, I understand.” she said flatly, and hung up.

“You okay, boss?” June asked, brushing her purple-streaked black hair out of her eyes.

“Family emergency.” Traci said emotionlessly. “Mind the store.” The girls nodded in unison, and Traci left.

“I hope everything’s okay.” the customer said. Lonnie smiled, hitting the total button on the register while June removed the ink tag. The girls knew everything was fine. She was just answering the Master’s call. Lonnie suppressed a twinge of jealousy that she hadn’t been included in the call. She privately hoped Master would come administer an inspection soon. She loved inspections. The opportunity to let all the troublesome thoughts of the day slip away into the fog that descended over her mind was not to be missed.

A couple of salesgirls exchanged knowing glances with her, before she remembered to take the customer’s credit card. She had a job to do. She had been naughty, letting herself get distracted like that. She had to ask Traci to punish her later. A shiver of arousal traveled up her body.

Sierra had never been down these roads before, but guided by directions given to her in previously-hidden memories, she navigated them with ease. Left turn here. Right turn here. She slowed down when she came to a joining with another road. Oncoming traffic would see it as a fork, if there were any. For Sierra, it was almost a U-turn. Four miles of plantation-style houses on immaculate 10-acre plots led her to her destination: A seemingly-undeveloped area covered for the most part in evergreens. A cattle gate marked the boundary. Sierra had to get out to put it down so she could drive over it. Resuming the seat of the truck, she drove slowly through the shady path. It was impossible to see for more than ten feet consecutively in any direction due to the trees and the curves. Finally she emerged into an artificial clearing, and parked next to a trailer. Another construction crew was at work fifty feet away. She remembered Mark saying this was the construction site for his house. The trailer was a temporary residence so he wouldn’t have to stay with his mom and her husband until it was finished.

Ah, the joys of being eighteen. she thought. Her own parents had gotten better in recent days, but Sierra still wanted to get out of their control as soon as possible.

And into Mark’s.

The thought sent a shiver of pleasure through her body. Mark’s control was infinitely preferable to her parents’. Mark gave her pleasure, made her want to please him in every way. He treated her with respect even as he was taking control of her thoughts. Some memory, as-yet-unrevealed, tickled the back of her mind. She shut off the engine and descended from the truck. The crew was apparently putting in the basement, or something. It looked to be a big basement. Very big. One could conceivably fit an entire house in there. It made Sierra think of a luxury mansion where all who served Mark could live blissfully under his power, mindlessly carrying out whatever tasks needed to be done while their bodies maintained a state of perpetual readiness to serve his sexual needs. She unlocked the trailer and went inside. Flipping on lights revealed a cozy place where the core members of Mark’s harem could serve without getting in each other’s way (too much), but it was still small enough that the Silverado could pull it without (too much) trouble.

Inside the closet she found a stack of boxes. She took out the one with her name on it and took it into the curtained sleeping area. There, she found that the built-in twin-size bed had been taken out, as well as the shelves, and in their place had been assembled a king-size bed with a Tempur-Pedic mattress. Pillows were piled in every corner, and in the overhead cabinets she found sheets and comforters. She changed into the outfit in the box—a sexy harem outfit with a beautiful tiara.

She waited until the others began to arrive. Each one took the box marked with her name and went into the bathroom to change. When they came out, they were wearing a different-colored harem outfit, with a collar instead of a tiara. She assigned Fiona and Connie to prepare the snacks. Hsu and Hua were instructed to make the bed. Sierra and Traci hooked up the entertainment system.

Their tasks completed, the other women stood at attention, awaiting further instructions. She looked into their glassy eyes, knowing exactly how it felt to be in their positions. She kissed Hua on the lips, and received a reciprocal kiss from the older woman. She remembered what it was like to stand there, waiting, needing a command to obey. Arousal was building inside her. She needed relief. They needed commands. Her horny mind came up with a solution that seemed to be mutually beneficial.

“All of you, come pleasure me now.” she said, leading Hua by the hand to the oversized bed. Soon Hua was at her left hand, Hsu was at her right, lavishing attention on her face and breasts. Traci, Connie and Fiona did the same for her crotch, legs and feet. She wasn’t really aware of when her clothes disappeared, except for a vague irritation when she had to move a part of her body for the thralls to take off the item.

Her body was near the crest of orgasm, her hips arching instinctively for the stimulation to bring her over, but it didn’t come, nor did she. She needed the release desperately, but couldn’t articulate the command to tell someone to help her get off. She didn’t know how long she could last under this pleasurable torment. The more they pleased and caressed her, the more she craved the final explosion. She didn’t hear the door open, didn’t see Mark enter the trailer. She did, however, feel his strong hands adding themselves to what had been an entirely Sapphic affair.

“Are you ready to cum now, baby?” he asked. Her eyes opened, but she couldn’t focus. She could only moan. She felt the head of his penis at her entrance, sliding up and down her pussy. Her breath caught in her throat. His hands landed on either side of her head, and he slid easily, gently, inside her. She had the foreshocks of an orgasm as he filled her up. Her mind was at the brink of shutdown as he pistoned her, until finally, she felt his seed spill inside her. Her eyes pointed themselves at her brain as if to watch the fireworks going off. Her toes curled like clenched fists. Her body shuddered while her throat let out an animal moan of pleasure. She was able to focus on his face briefly before she passed out, and she saw that he was pleased with her.

“Oh, good, you’re awake.” Mark said. Sierra still couldn’t coordinate her limbs enough to move. He pulled her up into his lap and began to feed her with exquisite gentleness. When her strength returned, she took the initiative, sliding down out of his lap and taking his cock into her mouth. She used her tongue to help get him hard again, and then looked adoringly up into his eyes as she slid down the length, engulfing all of him until her nose was buried in his pubes. She moaned at how easily she had been able to relax her throat. Moving up and down his shaft, moaning all the way, she sucked him like he was the most delicious treat ever. She paused to take a breath before diving in again. Her fingers were working feverishly between her legs, keeping her on the edge. She felt him approaching his own climax and withdrew so only the head was in her mouth, and used her hand to bring dessert forth. She savored the taste of his spending before swallowing it with a flourish. “There’s a good girl.” he said to her. “Cum for me now, baby.” Her hips bucked as her body obeyed him. He pulled her back up to snuggle, and she lazed happily in his arms.

“I love you so much.” she whispered.

“I know, baby. Now, I’ve got a special DVD I’ve been saving for my special girls.” He kissed her on the forehead, and carried her to the big bed, turning the TV screen so it was just right. She lay there, supported by pillows and surrounded by the other women, as he started the video. Her attention was arrested by the intro design. The music, and the soothing voice Mark had dubbed onto it, seemed to stroke her in all the right mental places, lulling her into trance.

She felt herself going deeper than usual. Deeper than she had ever gone before. Everything faded away except the alluring pattern on the screen, and of course the all-important Voice. The Voice that helped her shed herself of shame. The Voice that helped her find more love and trust in herself than she had ever thought possible. The Voice that helped her give it all to her Master. The Voice that gave her the strength to do anything he wanted of her, to serve him completely, in all things, and in doing so unleash the pure bliss he wanted for her.

She came awake at Mark’s command. She and the others had been kneeling in front of the screen, now completely blank, for a brief time. Sierra was sort-of aware of what had changed. She was also aware that it was the realization of a dream. Now she was so close to total freedom, she could taste it.

“Only one final step remains,” he told her, “but that must wait.”

“Yes, My Master.” she said dreamily, her eyes full of adoration. He picked up her hand and held up a gorgeous, sparkling diamond ring.

“I think you know the question.” he said, smiling.

“I...yes!” she said, overjoyed as he slipped it onto her finger. He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her.

“But don’t think there’s not room for the rest of you in our lives.” he said, drawing the others nearer. Sierra allowed herself to be sandwiched in a group hug. Then, he had them resume their harem costumes. He put on some music, and Sierra found herself dancing, sexy, erotic dancing that would make a professional stripper drool with envy. She came at his command, soaking her panties even more than before, and then her conscious mind went to sleep while her subconscious listened to his words, and through it all her body danced on.

She awoke in her bed, two minutes before the alarm was to go off. She turned it off preemptively and headed for her bathroom. Carefully, she removed her new engagement ring and put it in a dish by the sink, then turned on the shower. She did her business while it warmed up, and then stepped inside. She cleaned all the salt and sweat and other things from the previous day from her body. When she went to dress, she found that her boobs were a size bigger than the last time she’d been aware of it, but she had a number of sexy bras in her new size, so it wasn’t a problem. She picked the one she liked the best, and found the matching panties. She dressed simply, but not shabbily, with a white T-shirt and tight jeans that weren’t as tight as she remembered, and of course, restored the ring to her finger.

She drove out to the job site, and found that the crew wasn’t there. The employee entrance was open, guarded by Angel, who closed it as soon as Sierra entered. The two then made their way to the kitchen, where everybody was waiting. Mark talked about the schedule difficulties presented by the fact that they all were students in high school, most with full days. He handed out their uniforms, which made them all look like the tastiest eye-candy ever. Sierra was given a different uniform, to symbolize her rank. As a manager, she had a more professional appearance to maintain, so instead of the midriff-baring top, pleated miniskirt and silk panties of the regular employees, she had a full T-shirt with her name stitched on it, slacks and, since no one could see if she tucked in her shirt, a thong. Everyone got five uniforms, a cap with the company logo on it and a pair of steel-toed work shoes (in case something should accidentally be dropped on their feet). Those who took the orders and handled the money had green tops. Those who prepared and packaged the food wore blue. Sierra and Mark wore gold. He told them to put all their uniforms in their cars and come back. When everyone had returned, he played a tone over the loudspeakers.

Sierra’s relaxing posture was duplicated all around the room as every female in attendance succumbed to blankness. Like automatons, they headed for the back. The regular employees disrobed and knelt in the training room. Sierra did the same, but in Mark’s office. She didn’t know how long she waited before the television screen before her came to life, and the Voice came to her, telling her what a good girl she was, and proceeded to teach her the role she was to play.

Mark walked Sierra into the school building and snapped his fingers in front of her eyes. She blinked, becoming aware of her surroundings again, and looked to him with adoration. He never tired of seeing that look in her beautiful eyes. With a tender kiss and an affectionate pat on the butt, he sent her off to class, with a promise to see her after school.

He walked around to all his classes before school, turning in his work for the day and picking up tomorrow’s. He’d managed to “persuade” his teachers not to mark him absent as long as he turned his work in on or before the due date, and the office aides knew to call his cell if he was being summoned to the office. This left him a lot of free time, to do pretty much as he pleased.

He did all his homework before the school bell rang. It was easy high-school stuff. Thanks to his own self-hypnosis, he was able to finish in minutes. With that out of the way, he went into the restroom to chill while the first-period crowd shuffled through the halls. His first class was Mr. Pillains’ math, contained nobody for whom he had any desire, and besides that, Benny Pillains was a dick. With some effort, Mark could have hypnotized the man to be less of a dick, but there was no incentive, and it would mean spending time around the math teacher he’d rather be spending in the presence of mesmerized cheerleaders or other attractive persons, so he only made sure the teacher wouldn’t get in his way.

He flashed a brilliant smile at Esperanza Cortez, the first-period hall monitor for the math building. She blushed and looked away, probably embarrassed over the daydreams she’d been having recently under his guidance. She was a shy Hispanic girl who kept her tight body hidden under baggy shirts and conservative skirts. She had a face that belonged on a girl four years her junior, and her cute little glasses emphasized her youthful appearance. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, but it required only the removal of a couple of bobby-pins and a rubber band to make it tumble around her like a dark cascade. He’d been working on her since school started, coaxing her hidden passions out from behind the wall of her fear of rejection. Her blush deepened, and he saw her breathing shift.

“Buenos dias, Esperanza.” he said, approaching perhaps half a step closer than was proper. She backed up out of instinct, and ended up against the wall. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed.”

“I...I...um, what was the question?” she asked, flustered.

“I asked if you were feeling okay.”

“Oh.” she said, her long eyelashes fluttering behind her glasses. “Um, I...I’m not sure.” He touched her forehead, then her cheeks. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Well, I hope you’re feeling well enough to help me with something. I left a set piece in the art lab and I need to move it to the auditorium. It’s not heavy, it’s just awkward.”

“I...well, I...suppose...yes, I’ll help you.” She was shaking fit to vibrate through the walls, but she followed him to the art lab. His story had the virtue of being true, at least in part. A nine-foot cardboard pine tree, backed by a hinged wooden frame, did indeed await transference to the prop room behind the stage in the auditorium—a replacement for the one damaged by an outgoing senior the year before, who’d carried it by the cardboard instead of the frame—but technically, it was somebody else’s job. Nevertheless, he let Esperanza handle the top, which was the lighter of the two ends, while he carried the heavier side near the base. It took clever maneuvering to get the prop around some of the narrower corners. Eventually, however, the task was completed, and he had Esperanza rest in a chair that was set up for some drama student’s monologue. He knelt at her side, patting her shoulder in a friendly manner.

“Thanks a lot.” he said. “Nappy-time, E.” At the sound of these words, Esperanza’s eyes fluttered closed, and she went as limp as a rag doll. “You deserve a reward for all your help, Esperanza. When I count to three, you will open your eyes, and the weight of fear will lift from you, freeing you to act on the passion I know is burning inside you.” He caressed her face gently. “One, two, three.” Her eyes opened, and she stared at him with a mating look in her eyes. “Why don’t you let your hair down, Esperanza?” he asked. She nodded and undid the bun, letting her raven wealth cascade over her shoulders. She gasped as he caressed her body through her clothes, then took the hint and peeled out of her shirt. She set her glasses on a table next to the chair and gave him a sultry look as she unhooked her plain, cotton bra. She let the garment fall atop her shirt, freeing her ripe bosom. Her nipples were an inch long, surrounded by dark aureoles like chocolate kisses, and they were very hard and very responsive to touch as he massaged her chest, introducing it to the pleasures it was capable of. She moaned passionately, then pounced on Mark, driving him to the floor of the stage. She pressed her chest against his as she kissed him hotly, her tongue exploring his mouth like a female Conquistador exploring new territory. She began to pull his shirt off, breaking her lip lock with him only long enough to get it over his head. Her fingernails scratched gently down his toned chest.

Her eyes lit up with delight as he unzipped the back of her skirt and slid it down her smooth legs. She kicked off her shoes to aid the process. Now all that was left were her cotton bloomers, and they were quickly discarded, leaving her nude and itching to learn all the pleasures he could show her. Impatiently, she helped him in removing his shoes, his pants and his boxers. He withdrew a condom from his wallet and gave it to her. “Open that.” he commanded, and began to tease her labia with his fingers. She moaned and gasped at this new stimulation, but managed to get the plastic off. He flicked his finger across her erect clit as a reward, and she collapsed into orgasm. He lubricated his cock with her slick honey and slid the condom on. Then he sat down in the chair and beckoned her over. “That’s a good girl, just like that.” he said as she straddled him and began to lower her tight pussy onto his sheathed erection. She sucked the remainder of her juices from his fingers as she broke her hymen on his pole. He let her pause for as long as she needed, then, her hips began to move in an ancient rhythm she knew from instinct if not experience. Mark, for his part, wasn’t an idle spectator. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, while his right hand made sure the other didn’t feel left out. He switched back and forth, sometimes shifting into a chest massage. Esperanza bit her hand to stifle cries of joy as she had another orgasm even stronger than the last.

“So good...it’s so good...oh, yes!” she said, her hips still thrusting. Mark felt his own self-control beginning to slip, so he put his finger in her butt as he neared the end, which drove her wild with passion. She came for the third time, and kept cumming as Mark went over the edge and allowed himself to ejaculate into the condom. Esperanza collapsed against him, panting like a marathon runner. He caressed her pretty face as they calmed down. When he took the condom off, she sniffed it, and daintily extended her tongue to taste some of the contents. Then she surprised Mark by probing deeply inside to get at the spendings he’d left. “Mmm.” she said, and then applied herself to licking him clean. She made him hard again and began to suck experimentally. Her mouth was eager, and Mark was more than willing to give her a few pointers. He orgasmed a second time into her mouth. She licked up as much of the mess as she could, and looked hopefully up at him. “Did I do that okay?” she asked.

“You did very well.” Mark panted. She smiled as he patted her head. “Now, sleep for me, Esperanza, sleep deeply.” The newly-formed sexual being slipped once more into hypnotic slumber land, and he eased her to the floor of the stage, remembering how hard it had been when she’d brought him down. Mark got up and went to the bathroom in the dressing room to flush the condom. He caressed her body gently as he deepened her trance. “Esperanza, did you enjoy our activities today?” It was a dumb question, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Mmm, yes, very much.” she said.

“Have you ever had an orgasm before today?”

“No...I’ve been afraid.”

“Afraid to give your heart to someone and then be rejected?”

“Yes.”

“I assure you, my dear, you have very little to fear in that department.” he said with a smile. “We have opened the door to a new world of pleasure for you to explore, Esperanza, if you are willing to walk through it.”

“Yes.” she said, an eager note slipping into her sleepy tone.

“I can guide you, if you like, but you must put yourself totally in my hands, trust me completely, and do whatever I say. Are you willing to do this, Esperanza?”

“Yes.” she said with finality. “I am yours.” He smiled at that.

“Very well. The first lesson is, do not let yourself become a jealous person. Jealousy is a poison that eats away at your happiness and leaves behind bitterness and hurt. Be patient, and trust that you will not be left out in the cold.”

“Yes, I will trust, and be patient.” she said.

“The next lesson is to package yourself appealingly, but within proper boundaries. It is possible to let your figure be discernible, without strutting around half-naked like an underwear model, and your clothes don’t have to look painted on. Hint at what lies beneath, but leave some things to the imagination, and you will be all the more desirable for it. I will arrange for someone to take you shopping this afternoon, to get you some sexier underthings.” He held up the plain, white bra as he would a bathing suit from the twenties. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, Esperanza. Now, get dressed, first period’s almost over.” They dressed, and Mark watched her put on the unflattering underwear with genuine regret. He brought her out of her trance just before the bell rang. She pressed herself against him, kissing him as hotly as she had just after he’d unshackled her from her fear.

“I’m not sure what to say.” she told him. “’Thank you’ doesn’t begin to cover it.”

“Now’s not the time anyway.” he said. “Wait at the picnic table in the courtyard after school.” She nodded and left. Mark picked up the bobby pins and rubber band from the table, and put them in his pocket. He headed to the office and opened the schedule book, trying to decide which of the cheerleaders to assign as Esperanza’s shopping-buddy.

Mark was rather pleased to find that his business had done pretty well on its first day, despite the brief hours. It was too early to make guesses about what his top sellers might be, but comments regarding the Fritomabob (basically, half a pound of Frito pie wrapped in a tortilla), Fritomabob Jr. (half the size of the regular Fritomabob) and the Cheesemonster (an extra-large pizza crust piled with different kinds of cheese and either hamburger, pepperoni or Canadian bacon, topped with a second crust, then sold by the slice) had been positive, but the fountain drinks had a pronounced whang to them, as if the flavor of the Styrofoam cups was transferring to the beverages. That most certainly would not do.

The doors were locked, the floor cleaned, the till counted. A tone sounded over the speakers. The face of every female blanked at once, and with the exception of Sierra, who went into the office, they all filed into the training room. Mark started the DVDs to reinforce their lessons. Afterward, he enjoyed some time in the office with Sierra and Angel. Sierra came with him when the women were dismissed.

“We did good today.” she commented, free of her trance as they walked out to the Silverado. “Maybe we should hire some girls to work during the school day, to have time for more customers.”

“I was thinking the same thing.” Mark replied with an affectionate caress of her tight body. “I’ll have Hsu scout around the college for people who take night classes to work during the day, and see what comes of it. In the meantime, I think we need some different cups.” She nodded, and confirmed that she had noticed the peculiar flavor as well. On the way back to his place, they stopped at a convenience store. He told her to get some peanut butter cups and whatever she fancied, while he answered the call of nature.

Mark had just come out of the bathroom when he saw Sierra talking to a strange woman by the Coke display. The stranger was Asian in appearance, wearing tight leather pants and boots and an abbreviated biker jacket that still had the full sleeves, but left her midriff exposed. Her black hair was cut flatly in the middle of her back. She had a wicked smile on her face. Sierra’s expression was that of a woman who knew she was being hypnotized, but was fighting the trance—something he wasn’t used to seeing on her face. He walked silently, his stealth aided by the fact that the woman’s back was to him. She was surprised when he suddenly appeared at Sierra’s side.

“Sierra Mystified.” he whispered to her, softly, so the other woman couldn’t hear. “You hear and obey only my voice until I command otherwise.”

“Only your voice, Master.” Sierra said with a sigh of relief. Taken aback, the woman wasted a perfect getaway opportunity by gawking at the scene before her.

Her mistake.

Mark turned on the woman. Her cute Japanese face was no defense, and his mother’s dire warnings about hitting women stood ignored. With a quick blow to the chin, the rival hypnotist was unconscious on the floor. He whispered instructions to Sierra, then went to go smooth things over with the staff of the store.

Yuko groaned as consciousness returned. She tried to rub her chin, but found her arms inextricably bound. She opened her eyes and found, to her distress, she was immobilized by some quality hardware. She recognized the manufacturer’s logo on the titanium bars holding her arms in place. This was high-end BDSM gear—the best. She knew, because she used it herself.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” said a male voice. The youngster who’d clocked her at the convenience store stood in one of the two shafts of light in the room. The other shone on her naked body.

“Please...” she begged. “Let me go! I’ll give you anything you want!”

“Before I’m done with you, you’ll give me everything you are.” the young man said. “And you’ll love every moment of it.” He smiled when she started to struggle. Rationally, she knew it was useless. Her bones would break long before the shackles. “Oh, don’t be like that, my captive lotus. It won’t be so bad. As I said, you’ll love every moment of it. I’m really sorry about the jaw, by the way. I honestly can’t remember every being angry enough to hit a woman, especially a cute one like you.” His face was in profile, bearing an expression of remorse, until he turned his eyes on her and she saw the fire within. “I don’t know whether to offer congratulations or condolences.”

“I’m...deeply sorry.” she said, adopting her own posture of remorse as best she could, shackled as she was. “If I’d known she was taken...I don’t rob from other masters.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” said another voice. Someone stepped out of the shadows—a face that struck abject terror into Yuko’s heart.

“Mr. MacLeod?!” she gasped. She mentally kicked herself for not noticing the resemblance earlier.

“You’re so much like your mother.” the elder MacLeod said. “When my son emailed me a picture of his latest captive, I couldn’t resist arranging a reunion.” He gestured, and a woman stepped into the light. Every nuance of feature was like looking into a mirror, and aging the reflection by twenty years. The younger MacLeod exited the spotlight to make room for her. Yuko went cold, and her vision blurred with tears when she beheld her mother, her face in sleep-like repose, doll-like eyes focusing on nothing.

“Dad, you’re scaring her.” Mark said. She winced as the younger MacLeod smeared something on her face. She registered the pain as her bruised flesh was touched, then the cold of whatever it was, and then localized numbness as the compound did its work. She couldn’t take her eyes off her mother, though. The elder MacLeod whispered something in her ear, which resulted in flushing face, stiffening nipples, and the glistening of moisture at her vagina. He whispered something else. Yuko stared as her mother’s hips twitched, and secretions ran down the nude woman’s legs. The younger man blocked her view of the horrifying scene. “Look at me.” he told her. “Speak honestly and you may just avoid her fate.”

Yuko nodded. “I’ll...I’ll tell you anything.” she said, surprising even herself with the degree by which she meant it.

“Do you keep them for yourself, or just sell them on the black market?”

“Sell, mostly. I...have a few house-slaves. Sometimes they help me train new merchandise.”

“Where?” he asked. She gave him her address, without worrying about her business. Her only thought was self-preservation. She knew what her mother had become, for she’d done the same thing to dozens of innocent girls during her own career. If MacLeod could do that to someone as well-trained as her mother, Yuko had little hope. The younger MacLeod wrote down the address on a piece of paper and handed it to someone else, someone Yuko couldn’t see, except for the slender-fingered hand that accepted the piece of paper. The other principals disappeared into the darkness, leaving her apparently alone with young MacLeod.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked. He patted her on the head, like a puppy. She hated it, because it showed her that he knew she was utterly harmless.

“I’ll let you figure it out.” he said. “I promise you’ll love it once it’s over with, although you might find the thought of it rather unpleasant now.” He patted her head again and walked away. The overhead lights went out, replaced by pulsing strobes and a high-pitched screech.

Mark closed the door, leaving the piercing screech behind him. He was in the inner foyer of the “cursed club,” a darkened lease-property whose lessors never lasted more than a month. It had first been a dance club for mall-goers to party the mid-to-late afternoon away, then a Laser Tag arena, then an arcade, then an arena for an off-brand form of Laser Tag, then a club twice more before becoming dark and silent once again. He’d had Traci lease the property for his use, just in case. The double-doored foyer complied with local noise laws requiring dance clubs that played loud music to be soundproofed, and the two pairs of tinted doors, combined with the devious entryway, prevented any outside light from making it inside. This served Mark’s purpose well. The screeching noise from the speakers and the blinding lights would keep his prisoner from getting any sleep, which would help him get through the barriers of her training (aided and abetted by subliminal inductions hidden in the noise and psychotropic drugs in her water).

His father had warned him to be wary of rival hypnotists. He’d been lucky to catch this one in the act. He would have to take time, individually, with each of his girls to prevent anyone else from usurping his control.

His father snapped his fingers in front of Yuko’s mother’s face. “Master?” she asked, her expression switching from mindless zombie to adoring love-slave. “When are we going in?”

“We already were, Rai.” Mark’s father said. “You simply weren’t aware.”

“Oh.” she said, accepting without question his explanation.

“You proved quite persuasive to our captive.”

“I live to be useful to You, Master.” she said, sliding to her knees with the ease of practice.

“We are so good at the ‘Good Cop, Bad Cop’ game.” Mark said. Rai ignored him, having eyes and ears only for her owner. Mark’s father had told him she no longer remembered her past, no longer remembered trying to steal one of his women. As far as she knew, she had always been the elder MacLeod’s adoring body-slave, had never had an iota of hypnotic skill, never given birth to a beautiful daughter, never mentored said daughter in the “family business.” In a way, it was a pity the slaver-turned-slave couldn’t fully appreciate the delicious irony that her offspring was so dutifully following in her footsteps. Nevertheless, presenting her as a mindless doll had been good theatre. Mark had no intention of letting Yuko’s talents go to waste as his father had, however.

His father draped a trenchcoat over Rai’s shoulders. It was obvious she didn’t like covering herself up, but she offered no resistance. “Remember, no one must take you away from me.” he reminded her.

“Yes, my Master.” she said, allowing him to tie the belt at her waist. She stepped into the shoes and let him put the shades and hat on her, with a patience born of hope that it would be over soon and she could cast aside the trappings of the outside world once again. Mark caressed Traci, drawing a moan from the businesswoman.

“I want you to take Hua and Fiona to go collect everyone from that address. Take them to Hua’s house and then inform me of the situation.” Mark said.

“Your slave obeys.” Traci responded, rubbing her face kittenishly against his hand before taking her leave. He smiled after her, silently congratulating himself for the ingenuity he’d shown in making himself the keystone of her concept of self. She could pretend for the sake of customers, but in her deepest self, she knew she was nothing without him. That had effectively ended her resistance. He thought of doing the same to Yuko.

Later, he told himself. For now, there was plenty to occupy his mind.

The slave peered into her Mistress’s training room. Two recent captives were struggling against their bonds, while a third was writhing in ecstasy on the Sybian, shackled in place so she couldn’t escape the machine’s precision mechanism. Each orgasm lowered her resistance to the recorded induction.

Memory erasure was necessary for a slave. The corruptive influence of a free life interfered with his or her true purpose. Pleasure and pain, reward and punishment, helped guide the slave to the Truth.

The door was unlocked. Joy caused the slave’s heart to leap into her throat. She was surprised and disappointed when it turned out to be strangers, not Mistress. Who else would have a key?

“We come on behalf of your Mistress.” said the American woman, who approached with a photograph of her in her hand. “She needs your help.”

“Of course!” gasped the slave. “How may this worthless slave be of service to Mistress?” The Asian woman handed her something that looked like a surgical mask.

“Put this on and breathe deep.” she said. The slave obeyed. It smelled funny, and made her sleepy. Her nude form sank to the floor as the women went around to the other slaves, male and female. The slave’s eyes closed as she continued to obey.

When Yuko said she had “a few” house slaves, he didn’t know what she was comparing it to. There were five males and four females, and not a single one of them had, or desired, any memory of his or her life prior to becoming Yuko’s slave.

The others, barely even half-trained, were easy to restore to their former selves. It was sloppy of Yuko to leave them before their enslavement was complete. They were grateful as grateful could be as they accepted their temporary clothes and a private plane-ride to their homes, far-flung across the States. The others would be harder to deprogram. He decided that was best left to those who did it for a living. He set them back up in an abandoned warehouse in another town, then placed an anonymous tip about a mind-control cult operating therein. Authorities swooped in, but it never made the news—which was fine by Mark.

Yuko hung limply in her restraints. She just wanted the noise to go away so she could sleep. The lights weren’t helping either. How long had she been here? Three days? Five? A million? Forever? Time was immaterial, sensation unreliable. A weakening part of her knew she was just hanging, but sometimes she felt as if she were floating, other times falling, and not always down. She thought she could hear a voice under the noise that kept her awake. When that happened, she could have sworn she heard it telling her what she was.

The noise disappeared, leaving behind deafening silence that was broken only by the sound of footsteps. Her head was lifted. The spotlights had returned to banish the strobes, and young MacLeod was holding her chin. “Watch the watch, Yuko, and I’ll let you sleep.”

Sleep... she thought, her tired eyes focusing as best they could on his beautiful spiral watch, her ears hearing nothing but the soothing timbres of his voice. With her defenses broken, she couldn’t help but surrender to the voice that took the reins of her drifting, listing mind, placing her in a special sleep that was deeper and more restful than any she had ever visited before. She loved it here. She would do anything to stay here. Say anything. Be anything.

Sierra watched the workmen from the roof of the trailer. They were still working on the basement, but it was turning into quite a basement indeed. In fact, she’d seen houses that were much smaller. The main basement had a sub-basement below, and both had ceilings higher than she could have reached by jumping. The ladder gave away Mark’s approach as he joined her.

“You like it?” he asked.

“It’s going to be wonderful.” she said with absolute conviction. “How is...the captive coming?”

“Yuko? Her new personality’s coming along rather well. I’ll be able to give Dad back the EEG units by Friday.” She turned her head to the side. She didn’t like Yuko. No matter how thoroughly her past and personality were rewritten, Sierra doubted she would ever like her. “I know you don’t like her because of what she tried to do to you, and seeing what her house-slaves were like probably didn’t help either.”

“What if she’s faking? What if she’s just pretending to be hypnotized?” Sierra asked.

“That’s what the drugs, sleep-deprivation and EEGs are for, hon.” he said, kissing her. “My dad hadn’t had free reign on his skills for a month when Rai set her sights on my mom, and look where it got her.”

“Your mother?” Sierra asked. “She was the slave Rai tried to take?”

“Hard to imagine, isn’t it?” Mark responded with a laugh. “Yeah, they weren’t really compatible, but she’d already given birth to me by the time he figured that out. He fixed it in her mind so that he’d be able to retain visitation rights.”

“Why didn’t he just hypnotize her some more?” Sierra asked. His expression changed, and his eyes turned down to the propane tanks below.

“There are limits.” he said.

“Limits to what hypnosis can do? I know, you told me that before.”

“No, I mean...there are limits to how much you can change a person, before they’re no longer who they were. That’s the difference between Mom and Rai. He opened Mom up to new sexual experiences. He erased Rai’s past and identity and gave her a new one.”

“If I ever turn into your mom, you have my permission to kill me.” Sierra said. Mark laughed. He helped her to the ladder, and went down first. She smiled and followed, giving him a great view up her skirt. He put his hands on her hips at the third from the last step, and she let herself fall back into his arms. She knew he would catch her. She sighed happily as he held her. He took her into the trailer, and together they shook the ladder off the side.

Mark touched Yuko on the forehead. Her eyes snapped open and locked onto the spiral watch he held before them. EEG readings were right where they should be. A string of stern questions confirmed that her self-concept was now firmly rooted in her servitude to him. He snapped his fingers. Her expression cleared, and she looked at him.

“Master, how may Your slave serve You?” she asked.

“Do you know why you were brought here?” he responded.

“Your slave remembers...trying to steal another of Your slaves.” Yuko said. “Your slave was a fool, Master. Please forgive this worthless slut.”

“You’ll have to work for that.” he said. Traci and Hua appeared and unshackled the helpless woman, dragging her unresisting body away. At the back entrance, a curtain had been set up where the weakened Yuko could be hosed off and dried before being wrapped in a trenchcoat just like her mother when she had left just over a week ago. She was half-carried to the truck and laid in the back seat. Hua sat in the front and Traci stayed behind to keep watch over her shop.

Mark drove quietly to an apartment building in town. It was a simple one-bedroom deal, but roach-free and the landlord knew how to keep his trap shut. He laid Yuko down on the bed and pressed a prepaid cell phone into her hand. “This is your new base of operations, Yuko.” he said. “I will call you when I require your services. Don’t call me unless you’re in trouble.”

“Your slave understands, and will obey.” Yuko replied. She got up on wobbly legs as he turned to leave, but flopped back onto the bed when her strength proved insufficient.

“Rest and recover, Yuko. There’s food, clothing, electricity, running water and a TV. The landlord won’t bother you, so as long as you keep the curtains closed you should be able to avoid having to put on clothes.”

“Yes, Master.” Yuko said, struggling with the belt of her trenchcoat. He unfastened it, leaving it in a puddle on the floor, and pulled the covers over her.

“Rest.” he insisted.

“Yes, Master.” she replied. He left her to her own devices, and headed back the way he’d come.