The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

So. That sucked.

It didn’t feel like I’d had a pair of knitting needles jabbed into my brain or anything, but apparently, I’d had my brain probed, and my memory hijacked. On the bad side, I’d been mind controlled. Again. And there was no telling what I’d been made to do while under someone else’s control. sigh And I’d JUST started rebuilding my rep as a heroine again after the last time I’d been brainwashed...

On the good side, I was here with an expert in mind control, someone I knew and trusted. A psychic with years of experience in deprogramming; heck, she was the one that had ‘fixed me’ the last time I’d had my mind scrambled. I was in the best possible hands.

“So,” I said after taking a breath, “what now? Can you tell me what really happened to me the other night?”

“Oh, I can do better than that,” Eva replied with a nod, standing up to walk around the desk over to me. She placed a hand gently on my shoulder. “Just relax and close your eyes, Hannah. I’m going to take us back to that night, and show you what really happened.”

I blinked, then blinked again, frowning. The lockbox from the bank was back in my hands again, and I suddenly realized that I was standing back in the park, just after beating Stonewall. Just to the my left side, I could see Splash and Sunbeam, talking to the police. I’m frozen for a moment, caught in a moment of confusion, trying to figure out what had just happened. I mean, yes, this was happening... er, HAD happened... but wasn’t I just... somewhere else... just a moment ago?

«Relax, Hannah,» Doc Snow’s voice startled me, making me jump nearly three feet. I whirled around to see the blonde psychic staring at me with an amused look on her face. «I do so enjoy that look of momentary confusion whenever I bring someone back to a past memory,» she chuckled, as the reality of the situation finally struck me. She pulled me back gently but firmly, and I blinked again, staring at another version of myself standing frozen where I’d stood just a moment ago. «Now, just stand back and watch events unfold.»

Indeed, that’s exactly what I did. It was fascinating, and a bit eerie watching it this way. I was literally having an out of body experience, watching my past actions, things that happened but that I didn’t remember. I watched myself glance around with a scowl before glancing back down at the lockbox taken from the bank.

“Huh. I wonder what’s in this thing that everyone is so anxious to have?” past-me said aloud as she opened the box. I was curious as well, leaning forward to glance down at the contents. ”Huh? A ring?” past-me said, just as confused as I was, holding up what appeared to be a simple gold ring with a large inlaid ruby. It was a nice ring, true, worth a few hundred dollars, maybe... but nowhere near the fat stacks of cash Stonewall had passed up just to get this one ring. So... what gives?

The answer, it seemed, was forthcoming, however. Past-me glanced up sharply finding the group of police officers surrounding her, staring down at her hard. “What is it?” past-me asked. “I wasn’t trying to steal it or anything. I was just curious about what was so important that would warrant all of the burglary attempts these past three days. And, frankly, I still don’t get it. What’s so special about this ring?” she said, holding it up. “Is it magical or something?”

The police glanced among themselves. “That’s a very good guess,” the officer in charge responded with a sigh. “As a matter of fact, it IS magical in nature. That particular ring used to belong to a Doctor Jo Rosenquist, a prominent psychologist that also went by the stage name Madame Mysterio. A noted hypnotist in her own right, it’s said that this ring amplified her hypnotic abilities, increasing them tenfold. She had it placed in her safe deposit box before she was arrested. But as you can guess, such a powerful artifact would be very sought after by other criminals with hypnotic or mind control abilities.”

Past-me nodded. “Yeah. I guess I can see your point there. Well, it’s a good thing it’s in good hands now then, right?” she said, placing it back into the box, closing the lid. “So... what now? It’s obviously not safe in a bank vault anymore. Are you going to transfer it to a different bank, or just hold it in storage at the police lockup?” A short gasp and the sound of a dull thud caught my attention, and I glanced behind me, gaping in stunned shock as Sunbeam and Splash both collapsed, sinking into the waiting arms of the two uniformed officers they’d been speaking to earlier. It was only then that I noticed both policemen were carrying tasers, both of them held tightly in their hands.

It took past-me a few seconds to connect the dots, however. and I could only watch with a sense of dreadful foreboding as she turned back around slowly, staring questioningly at the lieutenant in charge. “W-what? Wait... what’s going on?” she asked, even as the officer directly behind her withdrew her own taser. “Officer? What are you guys doing? Hey! Wait a min-uuurrkk!” past-me grunted as fifty-thousand volts of hero-stopping electricity flooded her body, causing her legs to fold up underneath her. Luckily, the two officers at her sides caught her as she fell.

Everything in the world around us went hazy and grey toned. I glanced over at Eva in alarm, but she merely shook her head. «Everything is fine,» Eva assumed me. «Remember, we’re experiencing your memories of that day. You were just tasered and rendered semiconscious. Really, its a wonder in and of itself that you didn’t pass out cold! At any rate, even if you were pretty much out of it, the human mind records everything that it hears or sees. The real trick is being able to recall what you experienced.»

The officers lifted past-me into their arms, carrying her across the field towards a police van. The view shifted slightly, showing Splash and Sunbeam being carried into the van as well. “I’m sorry it has to be this way,” the lieutenant said, his voice carrying through the haze. “For what its worth, I very much appreciate you and your fellow heroes. If only you hadn’t opened that box, this wouldn’t be necessary. As it stands, you and your friends will be very useful to our Mistress...”

Mistress? Ah. That made sense. And, really... it made me feel a bit better. The guys that ambushed me weren’t actually jerks or traitors or bad guys. They were victims as much as Stonewall and the other bank robbers...

Well, maybe not Stonewall. That guy was a definite asshole.

“Huh? What are you doing?” the lead officer asked the other one as he withdrew a small syringe.

“What else? Making sure she and the others stay out cold,” he replied with a shrug. “I mean, these guys are superheroes. They have a habit of pulling through at the last minute to beat the bad guys even with impossible odds, right? The last thing we need is for them to wake up while we’re transporting them and have them escape, or beat the shit out of us.”

Damn. If all of the super villains in this city thought ahead as well as this guy, then the hero population would have been reduced to zero. A wave of dizziness swept through me as the need slid seamlessly into my arm, and the greyed-out vision flickered, then went completely black...

I blinked, frowning slightly as she found herself back in Dr. Snow’s office. “Wait! Wait for a second! What happened after that?” I demanded. “Surely there had to be more than just that?”

Eva sighed softly. “Yes, actually, there was quite a bit more. But that’s as far as your active memory extends. Everything else was done to you while you were unconscious or hypnotized. In the meantime, we have more important things to do. I need to contact the police department and arrange to meet with each of the officers, the ones from your memory, and deprogram them. Then I need to track down Splash and Sunbeam and reprogram THEM as well.”

”Can’t you just find them with your psychic powers and fix things from here?” I asked.

”It doesn’t work that way. Yes, I can scan minds from all over the city. But unless I’m personally familiar with the mind in question, it’s like trying to find a needle in the haystack. I’ve been inside Splash and Sunbeam’s exactly twice. And while I could probably find your mind in a crowd from two hundred miles away, tracking them both down will require a bit more work.”

“Hey! What about me?” I said, scowling. “This all came about because of my problem! Now that you know what’s going on, you’re just pushing me aside and going on to everyone else now?”

“Hannah, you know how this works,” Eva chided her. “It will take several sessions to completely remove everything placed in your mind and restore your lost memories. In the meantime, I’ve already removed any and all compulsions and triggers left inside your mind by your controllers. So, just go home. And stay there,” she added, just to my consternation. “I’ll set aside an appointment for you tomorrow to finish up the job. Until then, just stay out of trouble.”

I growled softly at that. She had a good point. Granted, there wasn’t much I could do about the ones that had done this to me, seeing as how I didn’t even remember what had happened after being drugged. Still... I hated being told what to do! I wasn’t a child anymore, you know. I was more than capable of looking after myself... and if I wanted to go investigate on my own—

“No, you’re not capable of looking after yourself,” Dr. Snow snapped, startling me, “and you are absolutely NOT to go off and investigate by yourself! Just because I removed the triggers they placed in your head doesn’t mean they can’t easily be placed back in if you get captured again. And I’d prefer NOT to have to redo all the work I’ve already done to keep your mind intact all over again.”

Sighing deeply, I stormed out of the office. Not sulking. Because I didn’t sulk, despite what it may have appeared. Nope. Definitely NOT Sulking.

I couldn’t really argue with her, though. One, because she was right... and two, because she would literally MAKE me obey if I pushed things too far anyway. Grumbling softly under my breath, I made my way back home, switching out of my uniform, and into some comfortable lounging clothes. I sat there for a long moment, trying to decide what to do with my time. Normally, I’d pay my best gal pal Mandy a visit and hang out with her a bit before heading out on patrol, but she was currently out of town, visiting relatives. I thought about heading over to the Albinn’s place to go train and maybe run into Splash and Sunbeam... but honestly, I wasn’t in the mood to run laps or wrestle. Plus, considering what had happened to all of us, I wasn’t sure how they would react to seeing me again, at last until after Doc Snow deprogrammed them as well.

In the end, I adopted the philosophy of youngest member of the Albinn school and decided to drown my sorrows in the best comfort food on the planet. Sitting at Coldstone Creamery, enjoying a white chocolate and raspberry delight, I’d actually started to feel better about things, when a quick glance out the window showed a familiar face. “Huh? Doll?” I said softly, leaning forward to peer through the window. Sure enough, it was Paper Doll, one of my fellow heroines training with the Albinns. I was curious about what she was doing on this side of the town. Even though I was dressed in my civvies, I decided to go over and have a word with her, see what was going on.

After all, the Doc said I couldn’t go out and patrol on my own. She never said anything about going out with one of my teammates.

Making my way across the street, however, that notion was quickly dispelled. Paper Doll, dressed in her little white and pink costume, had reached a nearby ATM machine and was standing there, a hand outstretched. And as I watched, the main slot opened up, and a flood of dollar bills began pouring out, floating in midair and arranging themselves into stacks, before sliding neatly into the ever-present backpack strapped to her back. She was... ROBBING an ATM!

Naturally, I opened my mouth to call out to her, to ask her what the hell she was doing. But... at the last second, I stopped. Really, it was obvious what was happening here. I’d had it happen to me after all. She was being controlled by someone. And the best move here would be to stay back and watch, maybe follow her and find out who she’s bringing the money back to, instead of trying to confront her on the street—

“You there! Freeze!”

I whirled around, as did Paper Doll, to find to uniformed police officers approaching, weapons drawn. “Put your hands up, slowly,” the lead officer called out, as his partner pulled out a pair of handcuffs. I groaned inwardly at that. From their demeanor and approach, and the newness of their uniforms, they were obviously newbies, probably fresh out of the academy. They obviously didn’t know Paper Doll, that she was one of the good guys... well, under normal circumstances. And they obviously hadn’t yet learned the proper protocol for approaching a costume wearing Super!

For her part, Doll complied as ordered, slowly raising her hands up above her head. I’m guessing that the officers missed that twisted little smirk on her face as she did so... as when two large balls of paper suddenly shot out from her hands, both men looked utterly surprised before they crumpled to the ground. I couldn’t help but wince—I’d taken a couple of those paper balls to the chest in practice, and they felt like getting shot with a beanbag round. Satisfied that they were down for the count, Doll moved on, taking her ill-gotten gains and sprinting into the nearby alleyway.

As much as I wanted to follow behind her immediately, I stopped to check on the two downed boys in blue. They were fine, just stunned from having the wind knocked out of them. Didn’t have a whole lot of sympathy for them, though. It was a tough gig, law enforcement. You learned by doing, and if you survived an encounter, you learned to improve for the next time. It’s how I learned. I might not have earned a degree, but from the school of hard knocks, I sure as hell earned my diploma.

Sprinting to the alleyway, I made it just in time to see Paper Doll meeting up with a young woman with short cropped red hair, in a light blue-aqua colored leotard with dark blue swirls along the corners. A pair of round floating spheres followed her, one shiny gold, the other silver. Something about her costume tickled something in memory, but whatever it was, it wasn’t making itself known at the moment. Whoever she was, she was obviously a Super, possibly the one in charge, so I hung back and extended my sense, listening in on their conversation a bit instead of charging in blindly.

See? I DO actually learn from my mistakes.

“So, how did your errand go?” the redhead asked.

Paper Doll shrugged. “I managed to get all the money Mistress asked of me. Had to crack open five different ATM’s, but I got it. How about you, Fluidia?”

The redhead laughed. “Piece of cake, really. I paid a visit to the treasury and made a small ‘withdrawal’,” she said, gesturing to the small floating orbs hovering just behind her. “The only issue was running into a couple of guards as I was leaving.” She sighed softly, glancing down. “I hated roughing them up for doing their job... but Mistress was pretty clear on the matter. At least they’ll live.”

“Yeah. Same with me,” Doll confided. “I ran into two uniformed police just after the last ATM. I had to lay them out. It really sucks doing this, you know? It’s like... I know its wrong, morally... but at the same time, its more of an afterthought, compared to obeying Mistress’ commands. Like it should matter more, but it really doesn’t...”

“Yeah,” Fluidia replied with a nod. “Well, we’d better get back. The longer we stand around, the more chance we have of running into another hero wanting to stop us.”

I smirked at that. Too late, Fluid Woman... or whatever. You’ve already got one right on your heels. Now the only question was whether it was better to stop them both now and interrogate them about their boss, or follow them back to their headquarters and face their so-called Mistress head-on—

“Hey, girlie,” a masculine voice called out from several feet behind me. “Whacha doing hanging around on our turf?”

—or face off with a bunch of punks thinking themselves the neighborhood gang. Goddammit... Hannah, you dumbass! Shoulda extended ALL of your senses instead of just focusing on what was happening in front of you! I sighed deeply, turning around to face what I already knew I would find. As expected, four young men, just about my age, all wearing black leather jackets with ripped off sleeves and dirty ripped blue jeans. None of them seemed to be holding weapons, but I was fairly sure they had at least a knife or two on them.

Swell. Just swell.

“Don’t mind me,” I said gently, backing slowly away from the corner, not wanting Doll and Fluid to see me. “I just wandered here by mistake. I thought this was a shortcut to the Dairy Queen over on Cleveland Boulevard. Oh well... guess I’ll be going now,” I added, turning to walk away... only to have an arm block my path. Shit.

“Not so fast, girlie,” the leader, a guy with sunglasses and slicked-back black hair, chuckled. “You wandered into our private playground. There’s a fee for that. If ya play the toll, THEN you can leave.”

I groaned inwardly. This was costing me time. By now Paper Doll had to have heard this altercation and had most likely hightailed it out of here. And... I was dressed in my regular street clothes. If I were in costume, these guys wouldn’t have dared to bother me, but without it, I’m small enough for them to think me just another pushover they can extort. I needed to get past these guys and follow after Paper Doll before they got too far ahead of me. And since these guys weren’t willing to listen to reason... I was going to have to let my fists do the talking.

“Okay, look, guys,” I said, raising my hands even as I shifted my feet slightly into a fighting stance, “I don’t have any money, okay? And unless any of you guys are carrying a card reader in your jackets, there’s no reason to bother shaking me down. Just let me go, okay? And we can forget all about this...”

“Let you go?’ a heavyset blonde guy replied, laughing. “No chance, lady. If you ain’t got the money,” he said, grabbing me by the arm, “then you can pay us in... ‘other’ ways.” He and the others laughed again... only to gasp in surprise as I tugged hard, sending their blonde friend flying back into the wall. Scowling, they each drew a knife from their belts, as I expected.

“You just made a big mistake, lady!” the leader growled, approaching me warily as his two friends tried to flank me. “No one messes with the Baker Street Boys unless you’re willing to pay the price!” He lunged towards me, taking a swing at my face... but I caught his fist, growling back at him, twisting it slightly, making him cry out in pain.

“I already mentioned that I don’t have any cash on me,” I said calmly as his other two cronies moved in, “but how about a check?” With that, I reversed my grip, pulling the leader into me, giving him a body check that sent him flying back across the alleyway as well. The two with the knives were a problem, but Mrs. Albinn had taught me well on how to properly disarm a blade carrying enemy. And by taught, I mean drilled it into me with so many practice sessions that I could probably do it in my sleep!

And as my arms moved, muscles shifting almost without thinking about it, sending both men crashing into each other with their knives discarded to the ground, I resolved to thank her profusely for the lessons, and start applying myself more to the other ones.

With four downed thugs groaning and moaning on the pavement behind me, I turned back to the corner of the alleyway. Yep... long gone. SHIT! Okay... what now? Can’t just let Doll wander around committing crimes under some asshole’s control. Think. How can I track her? Then, I nearly slapped myself in the face. Track her? Duh! Of course, I could track her! It’s one of my underused abilities, my enhanced sense of smell, and though it could sometimes be somewhat gross, desperate times called for desperate measures. Closing my eyes to focus, I inhaled deeply... scowling slightly as I blocked out the stench of sweat, and garbage, and car exhaust fumes... and UGGHH! Urine? Who the hell peed out here in the open? Narrowing my focus even more... I finally found what I was looking for—that subtle scent of vanilla musk, from that perfume she liked to wear, mixed in with a fainter scent of coconut and lime, from that body lotion she prefers.

Gotcha! I thought to myself, taking a moment to switch into my new Neuroweave costume, before heading off after my friend, hoping Doc Snow would understand...

Yanno... the worst thing about being wrong about something, especially when you were warned ahead of time, are the ‘I told you so’s’. Coming to, finding myself shackled to the concrete ground with reinforced chains on my wrists and ankles, kinda reinforced the idea that Doc Snow had warned me not to go off by myself. I mean, yeah, I did so for a good reason. And I hadn’t started out looking for trouble or anything—it was totally a coincidence spotting Paper Doll while I was out getting ice cream! Nevertheless, I found myself caught, captured yet again, and however this whole thing turned out, no matter what happened, the worst thing about this would be listening to Evangeline Snow lecturing me on how it all could have been avoided if I’d listened to her.

Or even worse, listening to Mrs. Albinn berate me for my lack of ‘stealth skills’ and being caught the moment I entered the lair by the very people I’d been stalking. I literally shuddered in place at the thought, of her voice, and that glare... and of all the hundreds and hundreds of wind sprints I’d end up running once she found out.

On the good side, maybe the villain would simply kill me and get it all over with...

“Ah, Miss Pinnacle,” a tall voluptuous woman dressed all in black latex greeted me, as she walked towards me, thigh-high heeled boots tapping loudly on the concrete with each step. “It’s a pleasure to see you again. Honestly, I’m a bit surprised that you returned so soon,” she said, smirking evilly as she slowly circled around me. “Really, if you wanted to visit, you really should have called first.”

I blinked, scowling at her. She was really hot... but apparently batshit crazy. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, lady. I’ve never met you before. I’m pretty sure I’d remember if I’d met someone as sexy, and obviously nutty, as you appear to be.” To which she merely chuckled softly.

“Oh, sweetie, you’re just precious. That dry wit of yours is so refreshing.” She walked around in front of me, now, leaning forward slightly to stare me in the eye. “The reason why you don’t remember meeting me before is that I erased that knowledge from your mind before I sent you on your way,” she replied, grinning devilishly. I groaned inwardly, only now spotting the familiar red ruby ring on the woman’s left hand. Duh. Of course. SHE was the one that had hypnotized me before, the one that had brainwashed Splash, Sunbeam, Stonewall, the cops, and now Paper Doll and Fluidia, using us all as her unknowing pawns.

I pulled ineffectively at the chains holding me down, more of a token gesture than anything else. I’d apparently been in this situation before and hadn’t managed to escape. “So... I guess this is the part where you tell me your dastardly evil plan, and then I say ‘you won’t get away with this’ before you brainwash me yet again?” I asked her, my tone bitter.

“Sure, if you want to do this by rote. But what fun is that?” she answered dismissively, walking a few feet away, grabbing what appeared to be a riding crop from a small assortment of... actually a LARGE assortment of BDSM equipment. Fuck. “Besides which, as I learned the last time, you heal remarkably quick. Its so much FUN playing with a toy as durable as you!”

I couldn’t help but cringe. I had a lot of memories of sexual depravity from my time as Bottom Bitch, most of which are probably worse than what tall dark and gruesome had planned for me. The difference was that Doc Snow had separated the experiences from my psyche during my healing, so I remembered what I’d done, but it felt like it had happened to someone else. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to re-experiencing it again from the beginning.

I merely gritted my teeth, trying to focus and still my breathing as she ran the crop lightly across my back, and along my ass, before sweeping along my hips and stomach around to my breasts. The woman merely grinned at me, savagely, as if she were a vampire feeding off my fear and discomfort. “Anticipation before the first stroke,” she said in a deep husky voice. “It’s almost better than the first strike itself.” Her lips curled. “Almost.” With obvious relish, she drew back, and brought the crop straight down towards my left breast—

At which point I woke up in my bed at home.

Goddamit!!