The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

See-Saw

by J. Darksong

Ch. 5) Hard Choices.

The door to the next room was listed as ‘Choices’. Feeling rather emotional and wound up after her last encounter, and more than a little tired of the games, Amber merely jerked hard on the door and entering not even bothering to ponder what enigmatic message her captor was attempting to send her this time. She was more than done with this circus, she wanted out! The door refused to budge, and she shook the handle, bumping the door with her shoulder. “C’mon, c’mon, open up!” she growled, pushing on the door. “Dammit! You got me here, I followed your trail of breadcrumbs to this door, now you keep me waiting? Let’s do this, you sick, twisted—”

A soft buzzing sounded from inside the door and an second later, the heavy door swung open on its own. Grumbling again, Amber strode into the room, expecting more of the same, another person from her past, set up in some elaborate death trap, in her captor’s twisted version of a life lesson. She was confident that she could handle whatever came next, however.

After that fucking ‘blast from the past’, she thought grimly, after what I’ve just gone through, nothing will surprise me.

Stepping into the, for once, well lit room, she realized how wrong she was. Again.

A very familiar young Hispanic woman lay naked, spread eagle, atop a large Queen-sized bed, bound hand and foot with what appeared to be fur-lined manacles. A large heavy metal collar sat around her throat, similar to the ones her two rapists had worn, but without the plastic tubes extending from them. Her hair was damp and disheveled, her body sweat soaked, and soft moans escaped her lips as her head lolled back and forth.

“Officer Gomez?” Amber exclaimed, moving over to the bed. “Oh, God... don’t tell me he got you too? Hey... are you okay?”

The naked policewoman groaned again, her eyes fluttering open. “A... Amber? Amber Matheson? How did you... what are you... doing here?” Her head slumped down again, and she shook it to try and clear her head. “I feel... funny. That guy... he gave me... something... in my arm... I feel... mmmm... floaty...”

“Officer Miranda Jane Gomez, age thirty six,” her captor’s voice relayed, as his pale faced image appeared on the large wall-sized view screen before them. “She has been injected with a specially designed neural suppressant. One of the many illegal drugs created by your former boss’ company, BioFlex Industries, this concoction will substantially weaken her willpower, and render her extremely vulnerable to suggestion. As a side effect, the serum has increased her sensitivity and sexual responsiveness by a factor of three. Unlike X28B-71, the effects of this serum are temporary, causing no permanent brain dysfunction. Any mental tampering done while under the influence of the drug, however, tend to be very potent, and often permanent.”

“YOU SICK DEMENTED FUCK!” Amber screamed, fists clenched, wanting, needing to break something so badly she could barely stand it. “She’s a police officer, for fuck’s sake! An honest cop! I can see you doing your shit to Ms. Summers, or Karyn Andrews, or those two pricks in the last room... but not Miranda! How can you get HER involved in all of this? To get to me? You haven’t enjoyed seeing me squirm enough jumping through all your little hoops so you kidnap and torture the only friend I have left just to fuck with me?”

“In a word, yes,” the voice replied calmly. “We are coming to the very heart of your test, the chance for you to turn away from thoughts of revenge, once and for all. You’ve already had a taste of it, after all, dealing with the two men who violated you. If you still intend to go through with it, I will present you a challenge. If you meet that challenge, you will be allowed to continue on through the doorway on your right.

“If, however, you decide you have had enough, if you have taken my warnings to heart and want out, then I will free you. All you need do then is to give up your crusade, simply say ‘I Quit’, and I will unlock the door to the left, and allow you and your friend to leave.”

Amber frowned, crossing her arms. “Really? It’s that simple? And what’s to keep me from lying my ass off, simply saying ‘I Quit’ to escape from here, then continue on with my plans once I’m back home safe and sound?”

“A very good question,” the pale face man replied. “On the small desk beside Officer Gomez’ bed, is a large glass filled with a diluted version of the neural suppressant she was given. Before I will unlock the door, you will be required to drink the entire glass. Under its effects, I will ask you if you intend to truly give up your revenge or not. If you say yes, the serum will make your words true within your own mind. Even when you are back home, and the effects have worn off, you will be unable to continue your plans. Therein is the lesson of this room. It is about choice, the decision to continue or withdraw, to move forward or to turn back. However, before you decide, know two things:

“One. The task you must complete in order to continue on is to help break your friend, the officer that rescued you from that alley, who took you to the hospital, saved your life, stayed with you, and encouraged you to put the pieces of your life back together. You will be the trigger that leads to her becoming a sex-addicted slave slut for my amusement.”

Amber laughed harshly. “You’re out of your fucking mind. There’s no way I would ever do that to her. I’d sooner walk out of here right now than continue on even without that twisted idea of a test! What could you possibly threaten me with to get me to betray my friend?”

The white plastic image on the screen smiled, an evil baring of teeth with no warmth in it at all. “I’m glad you asked. I did mention there were two things you needed to know. The second thing is no threat, merely a promise. Continue on through three more rooms and you will arrive at the center of this dungeon, the final room, where the source of all your torment lies. And before you ask, I do not mean myself. I refer to your true nemesis, the object of your obsession, and the target of your revenge... Lydia Yvette Moorhouse.”

Amber stiffened, the contemptuous look on her face falling away as her captor’s words sank in. The view screen changed, showing a dimly lit room, empty aside from a small army style cot with a woman lying atop it. The view zoomed in on the woman’s face, and her scarlet red hair, but Amber already knew her identity without the close-up, just from her body language. Lying there on the bed, her expensive red silk dress ripped nearly to shreds, her skin battered and bruised, no doubt from the fight of capturing her, yet still, she sat back in such undisguised arrogance, as if her capture was precisely what she wanted to happen at best, and a minor inconvenience at worst.

“It’s her,” Amber breathed, trying to wrap her mind around the fact that she was in the same building as her hated enemy. “It’s really her!” Having complete and utter control over Alex, Lydia had wormed her way into his parents’ good graces, as well as their wallets, eventually bankrupting them, and siphoning away their fortune as her own. Unable to admit what had happened, unable to deal with the loss of a family legacy, Alex’s parents had committed suicide. Amber had half expected to discover her beloved had killed himself as well, but no, a fate worse than death—he was still Lydia’s mentally enslaved thrall and lover, completely hers, unable to even consider ending his own life, which belonged to his Mistress.

No doubt she’d made a number of enemies along the way, though... she’d spent the greater part of her ill-gotten gain on security for her mansion, living the life of an eccentric recluse, rarely leaving her home, and even then, only with a virtual fleet of bodyguards. And the little bit of information she’d managed to dig up on the actual mansion itself painted it out to be an impregnable fortress.

So... how the hell did my cryptic kidnapper manage to capture her and bring her here through all her security?

“The time has come to choose, Amber,” his voice rang out, startling her out of her introspection. “Do you give up on your revenge, and save your friend? Or do you hold on to vengeance, and knowingly subject the woman who saved you to the same kind of fate as your beloved Alex... to become the slave of another for the rest of her life. A hard choice to make, one that must not be made lightly, for each decision has consequences, but a choice that you can no longer put off. You must choose... now!”

* * *

Amber found herself torn once more. Rationally, she knew the right move, the decision simply to take her friend out of there and escape while she still could. If she could take the man at his word—and granted he was a creepy, mentally unstable and sadistic psychotic bastard, but for all his posturing and manipulation, so far he’d abided by his own rules, if no one else’s—if he was telling the truth, all she had to do to leave was give up her plans to get revenge on Lydia Moorhouse. Rationally, she knew it was the right choice. She and Miranda could leave, go somewhere safe, and tell someone what was going on here. Best of all, with Lydia in that man’s clutches, seeing how most of his other victims had ended up, she felt pretty confident that the arrogant bitch would get her just desserts, one way or another.

But... it has to be ME, her irrational, emotional side raged within her mind. She hurt me, hurt Alex, took him away from me... destroyed my.... our, lives! If anyone deserves to take down that fucking bitch, it’s me! I can’t just walk away! I’ve been trying for six years to get close to her again, six years of studying, planning, plotting, gathering information, and working on a way to counter her obvious advantage and face her on equal terms! Six years of my life... and I’m just supposed to walk away and let someone else punish her?

A soft groan at her side caught Amber’s attention. Miranda, who had been fading in and out of consciousness, groaned again, lifting her head weakly. She opened glazed eyes, looking at Amber, but not truly seeing her. “Ohhhhnn... need to... to get out of here...” she said weakly. “Amber... run... while you still can. Don’t let him... get you too...”

Dammit, Amber thought to herself, turning away. As bad off as she is, she’s still more worried about my safety than she is about her own. No... no way. Fuck it. I have to get her out of here. To hell with that redheaded bitch... I need to think about what’s really important here.

Moving to the small table, she reached for the glass of liquid, preparing to drink it down and say the words to earn her freedom. The view screen, still showing Lydia in her cell, suddenly caught her attention, however, as the usually unflappable redhead finally gave in to her frustration. “Hey!” she yelled loudly, her voice playing over through the room’s speakers. “Hey, fuckhead! Are you going to just keep me in here waiting all night? Huh? You went through all the trouble of getting me here—are you suddenly afraid to show your ugly pale white face? Did you have any idea of just who it was you were kidnapping before you brought me here?” She smiled that evil devilish grin that still haunted Amber’s nightmares. “Tell you what. If you let me out of here right now, I promise I’ll only have my servants rough you up a little, nothing permanent or lasting.” The smile faded. “But if you keep me waiting any longer, I promise I’ll make you wish you’d never been born. I’ll turn you into my personal plaything, and take my time slowly breaking you, mind and body.” She sighed. “I need a new plaything, anyway... my old one finally broke itself, after all...”

Her old... Alex! Amber realized with horror. Oh God. Alex... my poor poor Alex. The glass in her hand trembled slightly as she set it back down on the table. Her expression hardened, as well as her resolve. She turned to her friend again, lying there, helpless, vulnerable, drugged to the gills... and thought about her beloved Alexander. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face the screen once more.

“I’ve made my choice,” she said loudly. “I’m staying. I don’t care what it costs me, or what I have to give up, but I’m not about to just walk away and let that bitch get away with this. I’m not leaving.”

The screen changed again, showing her captor’s avatar once more. “I see. Despite everything I have tried to show you, everything I’ve forced you to endure, still you insist of going forward? Even knowing the cost I require of you to proceed? This is the choice you have made?”

“Yes,” Amber said, unwavering, staring straight back at him, purposely avoiding looking at her friend. “Whatever it takes. And it’s not revenge. It’s justice... for me, for Alex, and for all the other people she’s fucked over the past several years.”

The voice sighed wearily. “Very well. You have chosen to stay to your path. So be it. Your task this is to bring your friend to orgasm. If you check underneath the bed, you will find a small cardboard box filled with various sex toys: dildos, feathers, vibrators, and plugs. You may use any of them you feel necessary to aid you, or you can simply use your own natural implements. The key is to make her cum as hard and long as you can. At the same time, the view screen will begin flashing hypnotic subliminal images, instructions that Miranda’s helpless, lust filled mind will be unable to resist.”

Amber scowled. “You’re a sick demented bastard, you know that?”

“Before we begin, however,” the voice continued, nonplussed, “you must drink down the glass on the table. It is a weaker diluted version of the serum given to your friend, weakening your will and raising your own susceptibility, but still leaving you able to function. Therefore, it will behoove you to bring your friend to climax as quickly as possible... before the subliminal hypnotic effects have a chance to work on you as well.” The screen went black.

“Fucking bastard,” Amber muttered aloud, picking up the glass once more. She stared at it for a long moment, considering what she was about to do, what her actions were going to cost her. “For you, Alex,” she whispered softly, draining the entire glass dry as the view screen began displaying randomly flashing colors...

* * *

The man in the padded leather reclined sighed deeply, shaking his head. From his seat, he could monitor every inch of his facility through the myriad number of view screens on his control panel. Peeling the skintight white mask from his face, he rubbed the sweat from his brow, content that his true face wasn’t being transmitted at the moment. He felt a deep wave of sadness as he watched the girl in room number six descending upon her friend, regardless of his efforts to dissuade her. Truth be told, he’d half expected her to go through with it, though a large part of him had hoped otherwise.

“She seems to made her choice,” he said softly, glancing over his shoulder to his companion sitting in a seat against the wall. “Looks like we both underestimated her thirst for revenge.”

“It’s not over yet, you know,” the second man stated softly, his voice subdued. “She still has a chance. Three more rooms, three more chances to escape the fate she’s creating for herself. I have to believe that if push comes to shove, her humanity will win out over her hatred.”

The man in the recliner grunted noncommittally. “She is really working her friend into a frenzy. Looks as if she’s using one of the large dildos, and a mini vibrator.” He smirked. “If the police woman wasn’t strapped to the bed, I’d think she would be climbing the walls right about now.”

His companion sighed deeply. “It doesn’t feel right, though... using her that way. Amber was right, Officer Gomez is an innocent in all of this, and you made it clear you don’t get the innocent involved. How can you justify using her as a pawn?”

“Officer Gomez isn’t quite the goody-goody she appears to be,” the man replied wearily. “She’s not crooked, or anything... she’d not on the take. But she seems to have a bit of a mean streak when it comes to other ‘people of color’. She has a habit of harassing the local blacks along the beat she was assigned, leaning on them, so to speak. Nothing illegal, or physical, mind you, but ninety-two percent of all of her arrests have been against black men to the point where she is specifically targeting them.”

“Targeting them for no good reason?”

“She has a reason. Granted, it’s not a valid one, but she has a reason. When she was a teenager, she was accosted by a group of large black men coming home from school. They kept pushing and shoving her, making a lot of rude comments, scaring her pretty good. A beat cop saw what was going on and broke it up before anything serious occurred, but since then her view of black men, and men in general, changed. So, her reason here is actually two-fold: one, in acting as a deterrent to Amber, to make her back off... which, apparently, did not work, and two, to change Melinda’s personal views against a race that she feels wronged by. I do not intend to keep her long in the role as my personal sex slave,” he said with a grin, “just long enough to force her to face her inner demons and expunge them.”

“So... you’re going to prove that she has nothing to fear, and that her anger was misplaced, by kidnapping, drugging, enslaving her will, and using her as a sex object?” his companion asked, amused.

The man in the recliner opened his mouth to reply, then shook his head, chuckling. “When you put it that way, it does sound ass backwards, doesn’t it? At any rate, it doesn’t matter. Even though my methods are a bit questionable, the end will more than justify the means. A friend of mine used the same exact method, and claims it worked wonders.” He shrugged. “At any rate, I plan to very gentle with her.”

His blonde haired companion merely nodded. Not that he had much of a say in the way his friend went about doing things. His own past was as checkered as anyone else’s, though not through any fault of his own. Still, in some cases, the ends did justify the means. He only hoped that Amber’s ending turned out to be a good one. For both of their sakes.

“Sometimes it just can’t be helped, you know,” the unmasked man said aloud, as if he were somehow privy to the blonde man’s thoughts. “Enlightenment can’t be spoon fed to a person. It can only be obtained the old fashioned way—by facing trials that test a person’s most deeply held beliefs. I know you love her, and that you miss her... but trust me when I say that I know her more completely than you do.” He sighed. “Maybe it was growing up without her birth parents... maybe it is genetic... whatever the reason, there is a very real darkness in that girl’s heart. If she doesn’t face that darkness and turn from it, it will lead to her destruction.”

The blonde man said nothing, merely staring at the girl in the view screen, peering searchingly into her face for answers. He says there’s a darkness in you? I don’t seen darkness... only determination. I suppose I’m as much to blame for you being here as anyone... but I honestly thought you’d have turned out less... jaded. He considered for a moment. Your mom and dad weren’t your birth parents? You never mentioned that. Did you keep it a secret from me... or did you even know yourself?

“It looks as if she is just about finished,” the man in the recliner replied, slipping his mask back on. “Remember our agreement. If she honestly gives up and turns away from her revenge, then both you and she go free. If she goes through with it, however, then she forfeits her freedom.” He turned around to look his companion square in the face. “I know you’ve been through a lot in the past several months, Alexander. I know this is hard for you to watch. But, it has to be this way. She has to learn to put away her hate for good in order to move on, and until she does, she will never be able to deal with the changes that you’ve gone through.” He turned back to face the view screen. “Regardless of how this ends, you will be free to come and go as you please.... free to put your life back together again.”

“I know,” Alex said softly, eyes closed. “Thank you. I owe you so much, more than I could ever repay.” He shuddered slightly; even with the memories of his years of servitude and torture blunted and blurred, the thought of the sheer enormity of what he’d endured still made him uncomfortable. “You’re right. I have to go on with my life, and actually start living again.”

Staring at the view screen, feeling an overwhelming sadness, he thought silently, I only hope I get to spend that life with you, my love.

* * *

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh yeeeessss!!” Miranda shrieked, shuddering, thrusting her hips with such a fury that the bed shook. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... aaahhhhh Dios mios... more... MORE! Harder, harder! Yeeeesss!!” she screamed, struggling against her bonds, needing to cum again, desperate to cum just once more. Her body was wet with sweat, and her pussy was on fire with need. She’d cum the instant Amber had touched it, a sweet, satisfying rush that had melted her will and dulled her thoughts, but nowhere near enough to sate the incredible sexual hunger that consumed her.

Amber, for her part, was sweating almost as much as Miranda. Her own pussy was leaking constantly, and more than once her mind had drifted only to come back to herself finding one hand working Miranda’s hot juicy snatch, and the other busily working her own! The constant barrage of hypnotic sights and sounds was having a cumulative effect; she knew she needed to make Miranda cum her fucking brains out as soon as possible, but she had trouble remembering exactly why. She knew it was important, that she was only doing this because... because... of something important. Still, soft caressing voices in the back of her head kept whispering that it would be so much easier, and so much more fun to just slide into bed with hot, sexy Miranda, and fuck and fuck and fuck until both of their brains ran, leaking, out of their ears... leaking the way their pussy juices continued to drip nonstop down their legs.

But... no... I need to ... not cum, Amber told herself, moving her errant hand back up to the sexy Latino’s nipples once again. Yeah.... I have to make Miranda cum... really hard... mmmm... hard... yeah... NO! No, I have to focus. If I cum too, then I’ll... I’ll... something bad will happen... She shook her head, hard, trying to focus her thoughts, trying to hold on to them long enough to remember without them popping like soap bubbles in her grasp.

C’mon... there was... something... she told me, when she told me about that hot date she was a while back... something special... she said it made her see stars... dammit... what was it? Something... kinky... something that made her... toes curl... ohhh... wait, that’s it!

Turning the vibrator between ‘Randa’s cuntlips up to full, she reached down, placing a pair of nipple clamps on the sexy mexy’s diamond hard nipples. The officer let out a squeal, writhing, as she teetered on the edge of final release, needing just a little push to send her over the edge. Kneeling down at the foot of the bed, gently grasping one of her friend’s shapely peds, she proceeded to give her that push, wrapping her lips around the woman’s big toe, sucking hard.

“GGGGGGGAAAAAHAHHHHHHHHHH!” Miranda exploded, her body seizing up, her toes literally curling into tight little fists, as the mother of all orgasms hit her like a runaway freight train. Caught up in the moment, Amber plunged four fingers deep into her own needy twat, flicking her g-spot as she continued to lick and suck all over her friend’s tightly clenched toes, until her own orgasm finally hit. Her screams then joined Miranda’s, and she slid down to the floor, stars dancing before her eyes, before passing out cold.