The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Morning, somewhere in Miami.

Gallant opened the chirping scramble phone. “Yes?”

He listened as his source rattled off the requested information.

He nodded, “Fine. Watch the airline reservation lists for departures from Miami. Call me if any reservations go through with any of Tapestry’s false ID’s she’s used so far.” He hung up. Damn. He couldn’t see any way that Tapestry knew he was following her, and yet she was slippery as an eel. It had taken two hours to trace her registration at a Miami hotel.

He turned around and looked at Baby sleeping facedown on the bed. He had tied her hands behind her back and her ankles each to the steel-frame feet at the end of the bed last night. He liked the way she looked tied up. She hadn’t minded at all. She was a sex slave with little initiative, unless it was her fascination with masturbation.

When awake, she played with herself almost on the hour. It was disconcerting and arousing that her self abuse could distract him so much. He wondered again what relation she had to Angela Montgomery, his assassination target, better known as the Ancient Tapestry. Only a mind-fucked toy? Why did he keep questioning what was so obviously true?

He walked over and poked her awake. Gallant smiled. That smile was not a nice thing to see and it didn’t touch his pale gray eyes. He shoved her again.

Hair hanging over her face, she woke with a lusty grin and wiggled her bottom at him, “Morning, Master. Fuck me, please?”

He didn’t think Tapestry had left her much in the way of intelligence and that was curious too. He was sure there was something about her that was important. Important enough that he decided to haul her here from LA where Angela had abandoned her. “Good morning, Baby. Angela is still here in Miami. She’s calling herself Ariel Mercury now and she’s registered at the Hyatt.”

He watched her carefully for reaction.

“I belong to you now, Master.” She licked her lips and pushed her ass up a bit, “Please, Master, fuck Baby?”

Damn. She was insatiable. His temperature spiked up quickly. He felt himself getting hard. He did not want to start the day this way. He had barely resisted the urge to screw her last night when they arrived. She was far too distracting. She was quite docile about everything except sex. Better to leave her tied up all day while he did some recon.

He briefly wondered what Tapestry had done to her to make her this hot. And why? Why go to the trouble and then walk away? The goals of Ancients were often too alien to follow.

“You’re going to stay here, Baby,” he told her. “I’m going out and buy you some clothes. I’ll bring back a bit of brunch in a few hours. You will stay here and stay quiet or I won’t let you have any sex today. Understood?” That got her attention. She tightened her ass cheeks at the order. Her eyes had widened at the last bit.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, downcast.

Good. He pulled on his jacket and exited the suite, stopping to put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ placard on the door.

Two hours later, Nicki was twitchy with the aching of her pussy. Her legs were spread the full width of the oversized bed and the ties were still in place. She shifted her wrists again and continued to work the tie there. Her slit was wet and aching. She really needed to play with herself.

Very badly. The sensation of her dripping slit was making her crazy.

What was even more important was that today was the day she had to shave her pussy. Every other day, she had to completely shave herself down there, even though she knew it would start an arousing cycle of finger fucking sessions. The mental coercions laid down by Angela Mont—. No, what had Mr. Gallant said? Angela was now calling herself Ariel Mercury.

Stupid name. Damn, fucking, piss!! Mr. Gallant must be a damn scoutmaster. These fucking knots were impossible to loosen.

She tried to relax. She wanted to scream. She wanted to curse at the top of her lungs. She longed to use every dirty word she could think of, but Mr. Gallant had said she had to be quiet or no sex.

She took a few deep breaths and looked out the window at the blue sky. I’m not really his slave. Why am I doing what he tells me? This started as a way to throw him off-guard and make him MY slave.

She thought back to his cock entering her for the first time in the LA hotel room. She groaned. Maybe I can masturbate if I change position.

She pushed her ass up off the bed and wiggled her shoulders down toward her knees. Yes. It took a lot of work, but she managed to use her chin and shoulders to push into a position where she was on her knees. Now she stretched her arms. Her fingers could just reach the ass end of her slit, but not her clitoris. She started rubbing and teasing herself, barely dipping her fingers in her slick vagina. She stroked and pinched her lips.

Damn! This is pathetic! I’ll—.

The lock was keyed and the door opened. He was back with breakfast finally.

She licked her lips and pushed her ass up very high, “Please, Master, fuck Baby?” Damn, I sound like such a dolt! Yet, it made her that much hotter.

“Wow.” Breathed a stunned response as the door closed.

“Yeah, no shit. Can you believe this? That sonuvabitch Jamie said the Mr. and Mrs. were out!”

Two voices, neither belonging to Mr. Gallant. Her blood cooled everywhere except her now burning pussy. She stopped fingering herself and twisted her head across the sheets to see who was talking.

Two boys in leather jackets and jeans, both with dark tan stockings pulled down over their heads. Their faces were veiled by the hose and slightly deformed by its tightness. They stared at her ass and soaked snatch.

“Hey, Baby!” The first one grinned, “We’re your new masters now! Wiggle that hot ass!”

Cum! Sparks danced at the corners of her vision. “Yes, Master!” She shook her hips. Oh, fucking, piss!! Why did two punk burglars pick her room? No! This is not going to happen to me! I can’t believe I told them my name! Damn! Damn, Gallant! Damn, Angela!

“Hey, Baby,” laughed the second kid, “we’ll fuck you but you’ve got to take us both at once!” The first one choked on a laugh.

Laughing at me? Arrrgh! Cum! Cum! Ripping! “Yes, Master, both at once,” she moaned. She wiggled her ass some more.

They looked at each other. One shrugged. The both quickly moved to untie Nicki from the bed. Her wrists proved a bit difficult. Her ankles were easier.

Nicki stretched, opening and closing her legs. She tried to think of something clever to thwart these two, but her horniness was tangled up with her need to shave and have sex. Then their hands were playing with her ass and sex. One cupped a breast. She moaned and shivered. She managed to hang on to the thought that if she had sex with them, as she had with Mr. Gallant, that they would become her true Masters.

Unless—. Could she get them first with her clit’s mind compelling energy?

Their excitement quickly got the better of them. They groped and tried to unzip themselves at the same time. She helped with their pants. “Masters, please finger fuck, Baby.”

Then their jeans were down around their ankles, their hands were already in places both hot and wet. Multiple fingers probed her vagina. A slick finger was suddenly pressed at her asshole. Even though she felt her face flame with embarrassment, the sensation was so good, she wriggled back on the finger pressure. The tension of that small finger slipping slowly inside her made the sparks dance at the corners of her vision.

Their breathing was as heavy and rushed as hers was. They obviously didn’t want to pull the masks off. The one behind her started stroking the finger in her ass and she thought she might cry out from the sudden heat of conflicted desire.

But the sparks were there. Everything they were doing was building the spinning fire between her legs. The taller one in front of her had dropped his briefs, but his hand was crushing her labia roughly and thumbing her clit.

She raged within and pushed sparks at him. “Hot. My sex is so hot. Your hand welded to my sex. Your making me hotter. Burning. So hot. Can you feel it. I’m wrapped around your fingers. I’m welding you to my slick heat.”

“Oh, yeah, Baby,” he whispered sounding drugged, “Welding.”

Cum! She shuddered. This was so hard. Juggling her thoughts and her heat at the same time as pushing the fire. The boy’s finger in her ass was moving much faster. Then she realized that he wasn’t, it was she that was moving her hips quickly on their hands.

She slowed herself down by grinding her teeth together and focusing on their masked faces.

She pushed the sparks into the tall one again, “Yes. You want that pussy. Want to take care of that pussy. That slick slit is going to weld you to me.” She licked his nylon-covered face.

“Pussy. Weld.” He was so full of her sparks that he was already just a pussy-fingering automaton.

She thrilled to that quick success and raised up on her toes pulling her slippery asshole off of the hand behind her. She turned quickly in place and smiled at the shorter one, “Put your cock in Baby.”

He grinned, “Man, Baby, you’re old man sure is missing out on today’s poon.”

Cum! She wanted to slap him. Instead she helped him force his stiff member into her slit. She turned her head to the taller boy behind her now, “Finger me.”

He was trying to use his hand, but his movements lacked focus and he was fumbling. Her words seemed to bring him back a bit and he slid his hand between her ass cheeks. He didn’t push a finger into her ass as she had expected. She hadn’t been specific. He crouched a bit and stuck his finger into her vagina right alongside the cock already there. She felt the tighter penetration stretch her. Her thigh muscles quivered in reaction. It felt as if sparks shot out of her cunt and tickled her legs like sand blown by a gale wind.

Something large moved through her suddenly. The room looked wrong. Everything felt half-wrong and half-right. Burning motion rippled through her. The boy with the cock inside her cursed in Spanish, but the strength ran out of his voice. It became a whisper. It sounded reverent, as if he had decided to pray to her. He dropped his forehead to her collarbone and started shaking.

Something huge and strong and invisible was with them all now.

She was suddenly scared. The fear ignited anger inside her. She felt power crawling between her legs and she didn’t like the intensity and strangeness. As it always had for Nicki, the anger vented out through her harsh voice, “So you little fucks are wearing stockings. Girls wear stockings, boys. Hot pussies wear stockings. You must be pussy-boys. Look how hot you are with your sweaty stockings on. Look how you dance for me. My hot cunt cooking your pussy minds. How sweet that you’ll be my pussy-boys and be my little sissy-maids. Cum for me, pussy-boys! Cum!!”

She felt cum splash on her hot ass cheeks behind as the tremors from the cock within her racked the tight walls of her sex. She felt movement that might have been an orgasm snap up from her slit like a whip and something huge and invisible landed on her nerves full-length. She jerked with the crackling stink that washed over her. She came so hard she felt like she was tearing muscles in her thighs.

The boy with the cock in her whimpered and crashed to the carpeted floor. Unbalanced and dizzy, she collapsed. She lay twitching and sprawled until the pain and rasping sparks went away.

Then she closed her eyes and wept with pleasure.

Nicki limped along the sidewalk outside the Hyatt. Rafe and Manny walked behind like the eager hounds of a huntress. She ached. Her left leg bothered her particularly and she was afraid she had torn a muscle there. In a strange city, with no ID and no idea of what kind of holy ecstasy she had found inside herself in that last sex session, she still needed to talk to Angela and avoid Mr. Gallant.

She was frightened still. Angry at herself for losing control of whatever had happened in the hotel room with the boys. Rafe seemed mostly OK, though he insisted on helping her dress and get cleaned up. He had helped her shave herself and fussed over every little detail like a high school girl on a date. He had gone out and bought her some clothes and things so that Mr. Gallant might not recognize her the minute she showed up. Manny was a different story.

Very different. He had come back with Rafe from the store with pantyhose and makeup purchases. She hadn’t been able to talk him out of shaving his legs and sliding into hose while she was likewise using the bathroom to follow her own ritual. He couldn’t hold his head up straight. He hummed to himself almost constantly. He walked with an exaggerated wiggle to his ass and Nicki couldn’t get him to stop doing it. He’d giggle and nod and stop for a while, then start up again.

She had managed to talk him into putting back on his own clothes instead of the dress he had bought.

Nicki knew she had damaged him somehow. Something awesome had happened during the sex. Nicki had touched something huge in the hotel room. It had nearly crushed her and it had run through Manny’s cock and smashed into his brain. He might not ever be the same.

She knew part of her concern for him was what she might have done to herself.

Everything was different now. She felt bruised, but elated. She knew she ought to be humbled by what she had felt, but she needed her anger still. She walked into the Hyatt lobby. She moved over to the wall of pay phones. Turning around she scanned the lobby from behind her over-sized sunglasses.

No sign of Mr. Gallant or Angela.

“Boys?”

Two pairs of eyes snapped to her face. Manny’s head canted at a tilt.

“Keep the knives in your pockets unless you see a weapon in someone’s hand. I mean it.” She looked at them both.

They nodded and murmured, “Yes, Ms. Nicki.”

“Good. Wait here. I need to find out what room our friends are in.” She started towards the registration desk. Manny trailed along with a half-smile and a sultry wiggle. She stopped him. She grabbed his hand and took him back to the phones. Placing his hand on the counter of one phone, she told him to grab it tight. He nodded.

He stayed as she moved off to the desk. Nicki walked up to the registration desk and smiled at the young woman there. “Morning.”

The smile was returned, “Good morning. How can I help you?”

“I’m a friend of Angela Mercury. Can you tell her I’m here?”

The girl’s head went down as she consulted her terminal. “Certainly. Your name?”

“Baby.” Her spine went cold. She shivered. Fuck me! That’s not what I wanted to say. Nicki tried to brazen it out.

The girl tapped keys and looked up at Nicki. Her face was transparent that something was very wrong. “If you could just wait—.”

Nicki almost reached for her sunglasses, but remembered at the last minute that the gesture was probably useless. She had lost her mind-stunning eye power days ago. Instead with a fast glance around to see how many people might be looking this way, she put her hands flat on the counter and hoisted herself up on it with a spring. Picking her legs up, she pivoted on her bum like a toy top and scooted off the counter on the clerk’s side. The girl gawked and raised her hands in protest. Nicki was not happy with the approach, but things could only get worse unless she got to Angela soon. Her fear of the deteriorating situation drove her aggression higher. She grabbed the girl by the lapels and pushed her up against the back wall.

“No!” The clerk was beginning to struggle ineffectively.

Nicki stepped very close and spread her legs sinking her wet slit down on the girl’s thigh just below her hem and above her knee. Nicki felt the smooth hose press up against her heated slickness as her own skirt bunched up. Nicki pushed and the sparks danced into the clerk. ”Submit!”

The desk clerk’s eyes widened with panic and took on a glassy cast. “I’m not—.”

Nicki slid up the girl’s quivering leg, keeping her slit tightly pressed to her, ”Submit! You know you want to.”

“Yesss. Submit.” The girl’s mouth stayed open. Her eyes were huge and unseeing.

The girl’s glazed look was completely opaque. Nothing existed for the clerk. Nicki could feel the tingle of sparks in the girl’s leg. She backed off quickly and stood up straight. She didn’t need another Manny accident. “What room is Angela Mercury in?”

“There is no Angela Mercury.” The clerk whispered.

Nicki stared, suddenly chilled and feeling desperate, “There has to be!”

“No. You lied. You’re not a friend. Ariel Mercury is her name.” The tall girl said softly.

Nicki flushed with the reaction to her stupid mistake. That was right. Mr. Gallant had said Angela had changed her first name, too. She had just forgotten with everything that had happened. Another fucking mess. Another mistake. Nicki knew that she was making too many mistakes. Too much was happening in her head.

“What room is Ms. Mercury in?”

“2350. Penthouse.” The girl responded with a whisper.

“OK. Make me a card key for 2350.”

“Yesss.” The girl moved slowly back to the counter and tapped out commands to the console. She passed a card through the imprint device and handed it to Nicki.

“Forget we had this conversation. Forget I asked anything about Ms. Mercury. You’re doing a great job. Go back to work.” Nicki looked at the wet stain on the girl’s leg and just decided to skip worrying about every detail.

“Yesss.”

Nicki nodded and walked out through the back access door. She quickly went to pick up Manny and Rafe. Manny was humming quietly. Next stop, twenty-third floor.

Nicki did not expect to find that Ariel Mercury was mind controlled, too. She was unprepared for the scene in 2350 when she and her slaves rushed into the room, having softly keyed the door.

Ariel (and indeed it was Angela, just as young, hot and fresh as Nicki remembered) was on her back with her legs spread on top of an immense serving cart. The cart was covered with a padded vinyl quilt of some kind that had already absorbed a large sticky mess. Angela was covered with berries, slices of peaches, pears, melon, mashed pineapple, and whipped cream was dripping down the fruit and across the chocolate toned expanse of her nude body.

A fit looking man with thinning blond hair was commanding Angela in the use of a long unskinned banana as a pussy dildo. The bright yellow shape was slick with stained juice and Angela’s arousal. He was harshly berating her with, “Faster, bitch. Stuff your nasty cunt.” Another banana was already inserted in her ass at least halfway. Angela was arched with passion. Her leg muscles twitched and shifted as she moaned.

The tanned man was nude. Somehow he detected their silent entrance behind him and whirled around to face them. His erection was average but an impressive shade of darkly tanned arousal.

Nicki stopped. Her boys moved protectively to either side of her. She let the anger coil up through her throat. “All along it was You! I should have known! Damn! All this time I’ve been cursing her and it was a fucking man that started this! You were there that night. I should have known it was more complicated! How did you fuck her up? Is it pills? Injections? What did you do to me, you sick bastard? Why did you have her do the ream job? Did someone hire you to do me?”

He took a step toward her gesturing with his hand.

Rafe snapped his knife open.

The blonde man stopped. “Look—.”

“Shut up!” Nicki screamed, “Or I’ll have him kill you, you fucking prick!” She glared at him and glanced again at Angela still humping herself. “OK, mister, tell Angela to stop. I want to talk to her. Rafe, Manny, watch this guy, if he seems to be telling me what to do, cut his nuts off.”

She was pleased to see two eager nods. Manny pulled out his own blade and locked it open.

The blonde studied the faces of the three young people. He shrugged. “Ariel. Stop. Talk to this, sheila.”

And just like that, Angela relaxed, “Yes, Master.” Her hands fell away from her dildo, leaving it wedged inside her pussy.

The man scowled as if he was less than pleased with her compliance.

Nicki enjoyed his expression. He was unhappy, that was fine. Anything that made him worried was good. She pointed to the couch, “Go and sit down, prick.”

He glared at her. Then he moved slowly over to the sofa and sat. Rafe closed up the distance. Manny was humming louder with his excitement.

Nicki moved over to Angela. She looked at her. This was what the bastard had planned for her, too, no doubt. A slutty fuckdoll. A toy to play with. A little bimbo that wouldn’t even bother to think. That would stop and start pleasure on command. She tried to stay angry. This looked so damn hot. So twisted and tempting. Nicki squeezed her legs together and took a deep shuddering breath. “Angela?”

“Yes?” she smiled and turned her juice-plastered hair and face towards Nicki with a wet sound.

Jeez. It looked like the prick had poured fruit syrup over her. Everything was stuck to her with sticky strands of syrup. When she moved, the sections and wedges of fruit followed her motions. There were three grapes riding the glistening up-slope of her near breast and stuck fast. “Do you remember me?

She stared at Nicki. Then she smiled brightly, “Nicki. I worship your pussy.” Her voice was higher with a hint of singsong melody.

Heat bloomed on the back of Nicki’s neck. She looked at those copper flakes dancing in those large brown eyes and felt an affinity. It was a fucking sin to see Angela being used by some old prick. She moved closer and bent over the cart and kissed her.

Angela kissed back. The velvet sensation of the two tongues pressing against each other in a sliding struggle had Nicki dizzy for a second. Angela was moaning into her mouth and her hand moved to Nicki’s slick slit and gentled the lips under her skirt with a single finger.

Suddenly, Nicki realized that Angela was full of sparks. Sparks were rushing into Nicki, crowding into her. Filling her. Nicki tried to scream, but her mouth sucked in sparks. She tried to twist her pussy off of Angela’s sparking fingers, but she ground her hips on them instead. Her thoughts sizzled and evaporated. The sparks filled up from her hot slit and up past her aching nipples and pushed the frantic fears right out of her head.

No. No. No. Nonononononononono.

She remembered that she should struggle, but couldn’t think why. It was so good. So hot. Angela would tell her what to do.

Angela pushed up on one elbow leaving a hundred tiny strands of syrup from her hair, shoulders and back, “Lesson three, Baby. Things are seldom what they seem on the surface.”

Baby nodded, “Yesss. Things are seldom what they seem on the surface.” Her wide eyes drank in the beautiful sparks, the wildly varying colors showering around Angela. She felt Angela rubbing her clit and realized that her brain wasn’t in her head at all. Stupid idea. Her brain was between her legs, right behind her clit. Angela was stroking her brain.

It felt so damn-fucking-piss good.

Angela used her free hand to pull the two bananas free with a sloppy squelch and sat up on the cart spilling fruit and white cream in a color riot. She gentled her finger in Baby’s sex and grinned, “So what did you think of lessons one and two?”

“I hated them.” Baby cooed. “They made me so hot. My slit is such a great fucktoy.”

“Let’s see what you learned. What were you going to do to Jack?”

Jack. That’s right. Baby remembered his name was Jack. “Cut his nuts off.”

Jack made a snorting noise across the room.

Angela shook her head. “Damn, you are a tough subject girl. You’ve got guts for five, but you don’t listen to anyone, not even yourself.” Angela ran her eyes over Rafe and Manny. The two were eyeing Jack like tigers watching a goat. Nicki had told them that Jack was the one to watch. They were obviously a little too controlled. “What did you do to the boys, Baby?”

Baby smiled, “I burned them with my pussy. They’re cute, aren’t they? They’re my pussy-boys. They do what they’re told.”

Angela nodded. She studied the two boys. She used her eyes differently from humans. She noted the bright hard twists inside the shorter one and the asymmetric warp. Nicki must have touched the Great River to do that much damage. Her original assessment of Nicki went up. No training and she had touched the River.

Lucky she didn’t blow her own head off. Angela made a quick decision. It was worth giving her a little more rope to see what might happen. Lots of rope this time. Let’s go for broke. Time to see how deep she might be.

“Pay attention, Baby. This is lesson four—.”

Baby shivered and listened. She squirmed on the brown fingers massaging her sex. Then she began to smile as Angela’s words echoed in her head. Nicki wasn’t going to like this.

She giggled. That was so hot.