The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

PROLOGUE

Amber couldn’t feel anything underneath her. Her eyes popped open, and she immediately shut them again. She was in midair. She was falling.

The rational part of her mind told her that it was all a holographic illusion, and that she was actually riding in a secure harness a few feet above the floor of the projection chamber. Her gut wouldn’t believe it.

She tried to scream, but nothing happened. She remembered that she was wearing a gag, to make sure she didn’t drown out the doctor’s voice.

Just then, the doctor’s voice spoke. “You are not falling. You are safe.”

It was true. She knew that. But it didn’t feel right.

“Everything is all right.”

Her muscles relaxed a little.

“You are not falling. There is nothing to be afraid of.”

The voice spoke truth. She knew that, without question. But she still held her eyes tightly closed and her arms and legs tucked close in.

She could hear the sound of her own breathing. It was a deep and ragged, but not the panicked gasping she remembered from... she couldn’t recall exactly, but it would happen when she looked down and the ground was too far away.

“Open your eyes, Amber. Take a look.”

Not really wanting to, she did. The sky stretched on for miles, with just a few clouds on the horizon. Below her, she saw green fields and a river flowing into a lake.

The knot in her stomach tightened, but she kept looking. She saw a few tiny roads and buildings. How high up was she? A mile? Two? More?

“See how beautiful everything is. The open sky is so magnificent. The world is so fascinating.”

It was impressive. She couldn’t help but look around in all directions... even down, though she shuddered at the sight of the faraway ground.

“So many interesting things to watch. There’s a train going by off to the left. Just past it you can see the football stadium. If you take a close look at the lake, you can see a couple of sailboats....”

The voice went on, describing the scene below her. Her gaze was drawn to each of them in turn.

“Just look all around you. See the world, the clouds, the sky....”

She floated for what seemed like hours. Once in a while, she stretched out an arm and pointed to something particularly interesting. Her hand only trembled a little.

Finally, the voice spoke again. The words were spoken in a normal tone of voice, perhaps just a bit slowly and distinctly, but seemed to boom out from every direction and echo on and on through her head.

“You remember only the pleasure.”

She closed her eyes and relaxed, shutting out everything but the words, until even they faded away to nothingness.

“...pleasure...”

Amber opened her eyes. She was lying on a couch. A platinum-blonde woman was working at a computer desk in the far corner of the room.

The woman turned around. It was Dr. Kierstad. She quickly rose and walked over. “How are you feeling, Amber?”

It was the same voice, but not the same. It was just somebody speaking, not the absolute voice of unquestionable truth that had reassured her during the flight.

“I....” She still felt just a bit disoriented, but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her. “I feel good.” She sat up and swung her feet to the floor.

“Good.” The doctor paused and looked thoughtful. “Now, tell me what you remember about your ride.”

“It was... wonderful. The view was just spectacular; I could see everything for miles around. It was like I was really flying through the sky like Superman.” Amber sprung to her feet. “Thank you, Dr. Kierstad.”

“No, thank you for volunteering for this experiment.” She grinned. “And call me ‘Helga.’ It’s hard to get really good impressions of how you’re feeling when you’re so formal.”

“I thought this gizmo was telling you all that,” she commented as she raised a hand to her temple and tapped the metal band affixed around her head.

“The neural inducer gives a lot of telemetry feedback, but it can’t completely replace the personal touch.” Helga sat down on the couch beside Amber. “Now, tell me honestly. Did you feel afraid? Even for a moment?”

“No....” She absently twisted a lock of her red hair around her forefinger as she tried to pin down some vague half-memory. “Not at all...” She trailed off, and then continued, “But I know I get scared to death just looking off a third-floor balcony—”

“Not any more, I think.”

Amber stared dumbfounded for a moment. Finally, she said, “Just like that?”

“You tell me. How would you like to try another ride?”

“Oh, sure! Can I do that now?”

The doctor grinned. “All right. Just give me a few minutes to load a different scenery program. After you’re done, we’ll get you scheduled to come back next week and make sure the treatment is holding.”

“Thanks. I don’t know how I can ever thank you enough for this.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Helga Kierstad suppressed a grin.

She had a plan for enjoying this pretty redhead’s gratitude.

ONE WEEK LATER

The cushions felt different, softer and more comfortable than the office couch she expected. It was a lot wider, too; her arms stretched out to the sides without falling off the edge.

Amber opened her eyes. No, this wasn’t the doctor’s office. She was lying on a wide bed in a room with lavender walls and two large dresser cabinets in the far corners.

She saw herself in the dresser mirrors. Her mouth was gagged, and the neural inducer was in place on her forehead. Leather bands circled her wrists, with chains linking them to eyebolts in the bedframe. She couldn’t see her legs under the quilt that was covering her, but could feel that they were similarly bound in place.

Oddly, her mirror image looked like it was only a few feet away. The mirrors must be magnifying ones. Not that that tidbit of information was doing her any good.

She yanked her arms and legs as hard as she could. She tried working every muscle at once, and then putting everything she had into each arm and leg in turn. The bonds didn’t show any sign of loosening.

She heard a door opening behind her and to the left. Helga stepped into view.

“It’s all right, Amber. I’m here to help you.” She looked down at her. “Since your treatment for fear of heights was so effective, I thought I’d follow up on it by curing you of another little mental block.”

Amber tried to turn away from her reaching hand. A moment later, she felt her captor’s other hand pinning her head against the pillow. Red hair fell across her eyes as it was brushed aside, and a moment later she heard a soft click.

The hand let go, and she turned back as she heard Helga speak. “I’ve just activated the neural inducer. You remember how it works. You know that there’s no point trying to deny or question anything I say to you while it’s running.”

She did remember. The doctor was now speaking in the same voice of authority that had banished her fear of flying.

What was that voice going to tell her now?

“Watch closely.” Helga began to unbutton her lab coat. It began to fall open, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. Finally, she undid the last button and slowly slid the garment off her back. She stood still for a long moment, wearing only the bra and tiny black panties.

“No!” She shuddered. The doctor’s intentions were all too obvious.

“Look at my body, Amber. It fascinates you.” She made a slow quarter-turn, showing her uncovered butt. “You want to see every curve of it. And you shall.”

Amber tried to look away, and then tried to close her eyes. Neither attempt was successful.

“I wanted to be cured of my fear of heights. I don’t want to be turned into a lesbian! That ought to make a difference. It’s got to!”

“And you will gladly share your lovely body with me.” She pulled off the quilt and tossed it aside.

Amber managed to glance away from the blonde for a moment to look down at herself. Sure enough, her ankles were fettered just like her wrists. Between the two, she was wearing the same skimpy lingerie as her captor.

Helga smiled. “Very nice. But you want me to do more than just look.”

She leaned over and gently placed her hands on the bound woman’s breasts. Her hands began to move in slow lazy circles over the silky fabric.

“After we finish your treatment, you’ll eagerly return the favor, darling,” she whispered. “For now, enjoy the massage. It makes you relax. It makes you want more.”

“No....” She tried to tell herself that she didn’t like this at all. She knew she was lying.

The doctor’s attentions gradually grew more intense as her fingers began to flex and squeeze. “You are sexually aroused. This is perfectly normal and healthy. Nobody can bring out the sensuality of a woman’s body better than another woman.”

“I... I suppose that makes sense, but I still prefer to make love with a man.” She took a breath. “Damn it, that’s weak. I’ve got to stop just accepting what she says!”

She couldn’t deny that she was becoming excited. She told herself that wasn’t normal. Well, not normal for her. At least it usually wasn’t; there was that time—

“Stop that! I’ve got to concentrate!”

Meanwhile, Helga was continuing to rub and stroke, with a running commentary on how good it felt. “Yes, this feels nice... It makes you relax... It stimulates your desire for more....”

Suddenly, she paused. Her hands slipped between Amber’s breasts and did something. The lacy brassiere came apart at the middle. She brushed the cups aside in a quick motion.

She took a moment to unfasten and toss aside her own bra. Amber couldn’t help but be impressed by how well her breasts stood up without support. She then resumed her massage, kneading and caressing Amber’s naked tits.

“My touch upon your skin makes you tingle with pleasure.” She gently pinched her nipples.

The captive tried to shut out the words ringing in her ears, the fondling of her breasts, and the sensations beginning to rise within her body. They all remained stubbornly at the center of her attention.

Helga finally lifted her hands. She slid them down the redhead’s body, letting her fingernails glide over her midriff just enough to tickle. One hand moved between her thighs, as the other settled gently on the little triangle of black fabric over her pubes.

“This is what you crave, Amber. Proper attention to your womanhood, the way only a woman knows.” Fingers touched just a bit more firmly, stroking her mons through the fabric.

Amber’s hips jerked as she felt a fingertip pressing between her pussy lips. Helga pulled back, but only slightly. “You are growing more and more excited. Your body’s urges will not be denied.”

“I... I’m turned on, but that’s just physical buttons getting pushed. I’m straight. I like men. A woman stroking the right spots to set off some reflexes doesn’t change that.”

She gritted her teeth. “I’ve got to hold on to that thought.”

“I make you feel luscious and desirable. It pleases you to see that I want you. It thrills you to know that I will soon have you, and you will have me.”

“That’s... that’s not really true. It’s just my body turning on me. I don’t really want this. Even if it feels like I do.”

Helga peered closely at Amber’s panties. “I see that you’re starting to get wet for me.” She bent over and reached into the drawer again. When she stood up, she was holding a curved staff, about an inch thick and fifteen inches long.

She hooked her thumbs under the panty waistband and tugged them down onto Amber’s thighs. “I approve. I like natural redheads and properly groomed bushes,” she commented. As she spoke, she maneuvered the tip of the wand into place between the redhead’s pussy lips.

Amber tried to shift her body away, until a firm hand on her thigh pinned her in place. “Hold still.”

She took a long slow breath as she felt the wand enter her. She stared at the ceiling. “Maybe... maybe if I pretend that I’m with a man, what she’s doing won’t work.” Her hips twitched as the staff penetrated deeply. She told herself that it was a big hard dick.

The illusion shattered as soon as Helga’s unmistakably feminine voice spoke again. Amber looked down to see her standing at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips. She took hold of her panties and slid them down, and then let them flutter down her legs to the floor. Her pubes were completely shaved... no, there was a fine short wisp of platinum-blonde fuzz between her legs.

A moment later, she knelt up on the foot of the bed, her knees bracketing Amber’s bound ankles. She leaned forward. “You must be glad to see me,” she smirked. “Well, of course you’re glad to see me. I’m your hot sexy girlfriend. I just got naked for you. And now I’m kneeling in front of you to give you a blowjob.”

She lowered her head and teasingly flicked her tongue over the tip of the rod. Then she took the end of it into her mouth and began to wobble her head back and forth, left and right, and around in circles.

Amber felt the other end of the wand working inside her. She tried and failed to hold back a gasp as it rubbed against her sensitive spots. She clenched her hands into tight fists, seeking out some other physical sensation to focus on.

The blonde raised her head and brushed away the hair falling over her face. “I heard that. We both know that you’re enjoying this. You can’t deny that I’m making you horny. You want more.”

She pushed herself up and shifted her legs under her. Her body straddled Amber’s knees. “Look at me. I’m here in bed with you, naked and sexy and ready.” She began knee-walking her way up the bed, swaying with each step. Amber saw Helga’s tits jiggle, and felt another tingle within her pussy.

“I’m not getting turned on by this! I’m not like that!” She forced herself to look away. Her eyes locked on one of the dresser mirrors. It showed a clear rear view of Helga, who promptly glanced over her shoulder to catch Amber’s gaze in the mirror. She took another step, giving her butt an exaggerated saucy wriggle, and winked.

Amber felt beset from all sides. She tugged frantically at her bonds, thrashing and jerking. It didn’t do any good. Finally, she slumped down into the bed and closed her eyes.

Helga braced her hands on her thighs and waited for the shaking to subside. She chuckled. “No, Amber. Don’t fight this. Open your eyes and watch.”

Her eyes opened before she could think of marshalling the will to keep them closed. Helga was gently rocking her body and rolling her hips.

“Yes, Amber. Watch my ass, and my tits, and my snatch.”

Her hands touched her buttocks. “My ass...”

They moved up to lift and jiggle her breasts. “...and my tits...”

They slid down to brush against her pubes. “...and my snatch...”

She swung her body into another knee-step, and repeated the names and gestures. “My ass... and my tits.... and my snatch....” She took another step forward and began the cycle again, “My ass... and my tits.... and my snatch....”

Amber’s eyes mechanically followed, up and down and across to the mirror, over and over, as Helga spoke and stroked and steadily approached.

Finally, Helga paused and adjusted her posture. Her knees brushed against Amber’s rolled-down panties. “Which do you like the best?”

Amber stared vacantly for a moment. Her eyes then focused on Helga’s chest.

“Good.” She shimmied her body again. “You’ll have a nice view of them while we make love.”

“While we make love.” The words cut through her befuddlement. She shook her head.

“Look me in the eye, Amber.” The voice was no louder, but was somehow sharper and more insistent. Her head came to rest facing directly toward Helga.

“Listen to your own heavy breathing. Feel the tingling inside you.” She took hold of the rod with one hand and slid it in and out. Amber shuddered.

“Look at how your nipples are standing up... and then look at mine. We’ve gotten each other all hot and bothered, and now we both need satisfaction.”

Amber wanted to close her eyes, or at least look away. She couldn’t. “I’ve got to focus... got to fight....” She desperately pulled her hips back as far as she could. It was at best an inch.

Helga barely took any notice of the evasion attempt as she shifted herself into position. She took hold of the dildo and adjusted it until the upper tip was in place between her pussy lips.

“Pay close attention, darling. In a moment, the deed will be done. After that, nothing can ever undo it.”

All at once, it happened. The rod slid into Helga’s body, and Amber felt a powerful thrust within her as the other woman’s weight bore down. She inhaled sharply as the wand slid against her clit.

After a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, Helga settled down into place astride Amber and leered down at her. In a slow deliberate voice, she declared, “Amber Nevin and Helga Kierstad are now lesbian lovers.”

Amber stared at her. “It... it can’t be.” This couldn’t mean what it meant. But it did.

Suddenly, her thoughts were cut short as Helga shifted her posture. The sensation in her groin sent a shiver through the bound woman’s body.

“You’ve always wondered what it would be like to get some pussy.” She rocked her hips. “And now you’ve got my pussy, pressing nice and tight against yours.”

Her hips thrust again. “You like getting some pussy.” Amber’s body shuddered as Helga pressed into her again. “You want more.”

She kept it up, settling into a slow steady rhythm. “Just watch and listen and feel.” She paused between strokes to take a deep breath. “And smell. I’m getting hot and wet for you. You’re getting hot and wet for me.”

Suddenly, she paused. She then moved gently, almost tentatively... and Amber distinctly felt her own hips reflexively bucking into it.

Helga licked her lips. “Oh, you do like this.” she purred. She moved more aggressively, and the matching thrust from beneath was almost as strong. “You’re really enjoying the sensation of your hot wet cunt bumping and grinding into mine.”

“I’m... I’m...” This all seemed wrong somehow. But it felt good. And she couldn’t deny that she was joining in. For a moment, she tried to focus on the thought that something was not right, but it slipped away.

“You’re my horny little dyke. You crave my touch on your snatch. You want to touch and taste and explore mine.”

Their hips pressed together again and again, in an ever-quickening tempo. “It won’t be long now, lover.” Helga took a deep breath as the twinges within her confirmed that. “I’ll make you cum like never before in your life.” Helga shuddered as the next undulation of their bodies did things to her clit. “Ohhhhh... this is wonderful.” She drove her body forward into the next stroke.

Both women shuddered and jerked in orgasmic bliss. Helga trembled and moaned. Amber’s muffled cries seemed to echo forever. Their hips jerked and bucked.

Helga’s mind began to clear, but her body demanded more. She rocked herself against her partner again and again until the fires rekindled. At last, Amber threw her head back and screamed into her gag, and Helga bore down upon her bucking hips until she, too, climaxed a second time.

At last, their passion was spent. Helga slumped down on top of Amber’s body, and took several deep breaths to compose herself. Her next words were by far the most important.

She put her head on the pillow, her mouth at Amber’s right ear. She spoke in a whisper that was somehow more intense than a shout.

“You remember only the pleasure.”

It was done. She deactivated the inducer, removed it, and set it aside. Fumbling a bit, she braced her hands and knees under her and carefully lifted herself clear of the double dildo. She then rolled over and climbed out of the bed.

Working quickly and quietly, she removed Amber’s restraints and finished taking off her lingerie. Next, she slowly and gently pulled the wand out of her partner’s body. Everything was then gathered up in a little laundry bag and set aside.

Her plans for the rest of the evening did not involve anything except the bed and their two naked bodies.

She lay down beside her new lover, and waited for her to awaken.

Amber felt a tickle along her scalp, and felt fingers brushing back her hair. She opened her eyes just in time to catch Helga leaning close to gently kiss her on the forehead.

Helga whispered into her ear, “Was it good for you, darling?” She pulled back, looking embarassed. “I can’t believe I just said such a tired old line.”

Amber beamed. “Oh, it was wonderful! Thank you, Helga.”

Helga reached out and stroked the back of her companion’s neck. “I’m glad. I know you must have been nervous, doing this for the first time. With a woman, I mean.”

“No, not at all. I wish I’d known years ago how good it is with a woman. It was just... pure pleasure.”

Amber paused for a moment. Something about that last comment seemed odd, as if she were hearing somebody else say it rather than saying it herself.

She shook her head. It wasn’t anything important.

“Yes, darling. Pure pleasure.”

That must be it. Somehow, she’d already known that she wasn’t just speaking for herself, but for both of them. They had been united in pure pleasure.

The next thing she knew, Helga was face to face with her. Their lips met, gently at first and then more hungrily. Their tongues met and wrestled their way into each other’s mouths.

Finally, they pulled away. Helga smiled.

“Ready to try another ride, my dear?”