The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Try To Remember

Chapter 2

Something was coming down over her head and sliding along her body, turning her world dark for a moment before her head popped through a hole in the end of it... whatever “it” was.

Glancing down, she saw her entire body wrapped in dark blue. She had just a moment to wonder, Is this the case to my big body pillow?, before a hand, one of “those” hands it seemed, clamped tightly over her mouth.

She started to struggle inside the tight, constraining fabric, but could do little, barely able to move her arms, or to spread her legs more than a foot or so. Concentrating on that, she wasn’t prepared when the hand was removed and small rubber ball was forced between and behind her teeth.

Ballgag, dammit! her mind groaned, even as she felt its strap being tightened and snapped closed behind her head.

Knowing she needed to fight this, Jessie crossed her arms over her navel, pinched the pillowcase in front of her hips with her fingers, and tried to pull it upward, to at least get her legs clear from its grip. That was a mistake though, as next she briefly saw, then felt, a belt whipping around her lower waist and being tightened, too. She groaned into her gag now, as her arms were now effectively trapped in the material above her stomach. There was no way she could lower them again, the pillowcase acting like some bizarre straitjacket.

In something like 15 seconds, she’d been rendered completely mute and helpless.

Though she continued to writhe and struggle, it was useless. With her legs unable to spread, she had no leverage to resist when the hands turned her toward her bed and began to push. Forced to take small, hobbled steps forward (unless she just wanted to collapse to the ground in a painful heap), Jessie could see her bed had been prepared while she was showering.

It was still made, though her pillows were piled atop each other on the floor. And once more, there were cotton ropes connected to the bedposts at its base, though only one coming down from the middle of her headboard.

There were three new additions, too. There was a pair of scissors, what looked like her cellphone, and the one that made her shudder most... her smooth, plastic, pink vibrator... all three lying near the rope on the far side of the mattress.

The hands pushed her onto the bed, and lifted and rolled her onto her back as Jessie tried to resist as best she could. As the hands tried to hold her shoulders down, a thought came unbidden to her, though in a voice not her own....

It’s no fun if you struggle too much.

Then, her own thought voice was saying, Where did that thought come from? Or was it a memory? even as she felt herself relax a bit, allowing the hands to loosely wrap and tie the headboard rope around her neck.

More than a bit confused, and once again feeling the quivering pull of a deep, building arousal, Jessie found herself not fighting back very much either, as her ankles were bound.

After she was fully secured, once more bound, gagged, and helpless on her bed, Jessie watched, transfixed, as the hands went for the cellphone and began to work with it. Once more, given the position of the hands, it appeared as if the invisible body attached to them was kneeling on the bed with her. Again, however, there was no sense of weight, or physical presence, and all that was very disconcerting.

Whoever her recurring “visitor” was, she quickly finished with the cellphone and thrust it up to Jessie’s face. On its screen was an unsent text message that read, simply, “i woud never hurt uu... so relax, enjoy, an perhaps remembr...”

Jessie stared at the note, and the use of the word “would”, and felt it feed into what she’d somehow been thinking. That, along with adding to her previous feeling that ‘too much struggling was wrong’. I wasn’t deja vu, exactly, but something, well....

Then the phone was lowered to the bed, the scissors picked up, and the snipping begun.

The cut was, just as Jessie expected, right up between her trapped legs... quickly at first, then slower as the blades of the scissors approached her mound. It carefully snipped from there, up and over her pubic bone, then stopped, it’s obvious purpose fulfilled.

The scissors gone, the hands and vibrator moving up through the slice in the pillowcase toward her own, Jessie could only watch, and shiver, as the “fun” began all over again.

Already damp with anticipation and a surprising need for this, Jessie was still stunned by how quickly those fingers and her own vibe turned her into a soaked, shuddering mess. Touching and teasing, tracing her labia and pressed against her clit, the vibrator tormented her at various speeds and in all sort of delicious, irresistible ways. Then it was sliding into her, deeper and deeper, as the fingers tugged and rubbed her swollen clit, over and over.

But the worst (or best) part was that, every time she got close to cumming, moaning into her tight ball gag and writhing against the ropes and her pillowcase “straitjacket”, the hands would stop, and the pink, glistening vibrator would be held up, almost for her inspection.

Five, or six, or seven times... as Jessie totally lost track after the first few... the erotic sequence replayed. By the end of it, she was gasping, spasming ball of arousal on the bed, soaking the pillowcase with her sweat and her own sexual juices. She was literally begging the hands to let her, to make her, cum, even though the words only came out as a muffled moan.

Somehow, she was certain her visitor knew exactly what she was trying to say, though.

They/she/it finally relented though, as the wet vibrator was switched from the pale right hand to the left one. Then it was pressed against her clit, while two fingers from the right plunged deeply into her creamy pussy, rubbing and teasing, in and out, over and over again.

Within seconds, Jessie was spiraling even higher, totally out of control. A few moments later, she was plunging off the edge of the world into the maelstrom of her own orgasmic bliss. She came hard... so very hard... and for a long time. She’d start to come back down a little, but the vibe and fingers were still there, still working and using her, and up she’d go again, screaming into her gag.

She may have passed out before everything finally stopped, as the next thing she knew she was lying there, shivering and drained. The sweat-soaked cotton pillowcase was still there, clinging to her like a second skin, with the cellphone being held in front of her face again.

“Ur welcome... i hope u rememberd... to enjoy...”

Jessie read it through blurry eyes and simply nodded. There was no reason to deny it, was there? Not only had she enjoyed... godd, had she enjoyed... but parts of what had just happened did seem even more familiar than their first session—in feeling if not in exact actions.

Why is that? she wondered. And why can’t I remember what I’m remembering?

Perhaps it did have something to do with Clarissa and her hypnosis, after all.

But for now, Jessie was too tired and wrung out to care.

It was hard to even be startled when the hands reached behind her head to unbuckle and remove the ballgag. Swallowing, she managed to whisper, “Who are you?”

Two wet, cum-coated fingers were placed on her lips at that, shushing her.

Jessie wanted to say more, but was sinking fast, her massive orgasms and the fatigue of her long day taking their toll. Then, she couldn’t speak anymore as those fingers wormed into her mouth, where she rather helplessly sucked them clean, enjoying her own taste and starting to drift away like a nursing child.

She didn’t want to fall asleep again, but everything just felt so good, so right and full of soft bliss now. She had so many questions she needed to ask, but the bed felt so good and a hand was stroking her forehead and she couldn’t keep her eyes open at all....

When she could open them again, and did, Jessie felt herself in exactly the same position as she’d been before, with one immediate exception... the tight belt around her hips was gone. It didn’t feel as if the rope was noosed around her neck, either. With both gone, she easily (if somewhat clumsily, as she still felt well and thoroughly fucked) worked the pillowcase up along her body until her arms were free. The long slit in the fabric made it even easier.

Soon she had her legs untied, and glanced over at the clock on her nightstand.

God... I’ve been sleeping for over seven hours. Can’t remember the last time I slept seven hours straight.

Then, after a couple glasses of water and a quick pit stop, it was back into the shower. As she washed off all the dried fluids from last night’s session, trying to ignore the new tingles that created, she tried to think past the remembered arousal to what exactly was happening to her.

The hands were simply an enigma, as they made no rational sense to her. She’d given up her thought that they belonged to an invisible woman, as such a woman would still have weight, wouldn’t she? Some sort of alien? If so, that would be something completely beyond her experience or control. Something supernatural, or metaphysical? Perhaps, but that was completely beyond her understanding, too.

I don’t think I’m going crazy. I mean, those ropes and slashed pillowcase will still be on my bed when I walk out there, and I can’t be so delusional that I’m creating physical things. I couldn’t self-bind myself in those ways, either.

As she dried herself off, another thought occurred to her. The hands had typed, twice, that she should try to remember... but remember what?

Should I talk to Clarissa about this, now? I’m certain it was something she did that’s keeping me from remembering things. But if that were the case, why did Clarissa not want her remember them? After all, right now it just seems as if she’d forgotten some wickedly hot sex. How could memories about some sexual fun be a problem?

Jessie looked at her dried, naked body in the mirror, surprised to see herself grinning from ear-to-ear. If she hadn’t been feeling well for a while now... the whole reason for her session with the Crimson Jewel to begin with... she was feeling pretty darn good now.

So, current confusions or no, something was working, at least.

Still, it seemed bizarre to imagine that Clarissa knew anything about these phantom hands, or could have had anything to do with them. The failing memory, though... perhaps I should talk with her. Any input would be good now. I won’t mention anything about the hands or the sex, though.

Knowing she was still grinning, Jessie got dressed, throwing on some jeans and a pullover top. She was famished, too, so headed off to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. Perhaps it was kismet that as she was sipping her juice, having just finished a big plate of bacon and eggs, Clarissa took that moment to walk in, searching for a cup of coffee.

“Jessie! How are you doing? How was your first night back on patrol?”

“Hi, Clarissa. It was pretty good, if a bit boring. I’ll fill out my report sheet after breakfast.”

“No rush. But I was more interested in how you felt than what you did, really.”

“Ohh. Well, it felt good to be back out there again, earning my keep and helping out. I will admit to being a bit distracted though, and messing up a potential arrest because of that. So, about 50-50, I guess.”

“Well, it’s a start, and as good as anyone had a right to expect, Jessie. Being distracted is certainly to be expected, too, but I know that you’ll work that out soon.”

“Thanks, and I hope so,” Jessie said, watching the Haven director pour herself a cup of coffee and move toward the table. “But I’m starting to believe that some of my distraction is caused by things I can’t quite remember. Or, more accurately, trying to remember things I can’t is what’s distracting me. So is there anything about our hypnosis session you think I should know? Did anything go wrong during it?”

Sitting down, Clarissa said, “No... nothing went wrong that I know of. As to your memories, and what you should and shouldn’t remember? Well, my plan was for you to slowly recover them, not for me to erase them. So, in that, don’t worry that you can’t remember things as easily as you’d want to... they’ll come back to you eventually. That’s all part of your treatment, and my overall plan.”

Hearing that made Jessie feel almost instantly better. And it almost... almost, pushed her to tell Clarissa about the hands, to ask the attractive, older woman what her thoughts might be about them. Instead, she simply nodded and said, “Well, if you’re saying what I’m feeling is what you’re expecting me to feel, then I’m good with that. I certainly trust that you know what you’re doing.”

“Thanks, hon. I really do think it’s working so far, as you’re back out on the streets, it seems as if you have your appetite back, and truthfully, you’re looking good today. It’s been a bit since I’ve seen you eating, and looking so relaxed and happy. Honestly, you’re almost glowing.”

Thinking back to why she was probably “glowing”, Jessie couldn’t help but blush a little. She wondered if her “boss” had the slightest idea of why, though.

Hmm... perhaps she does, as look at that smile on her face as I sit here... glowing. I wonder what she’d think if she’d seen me bound and gagged and being brought to orgasm?

“Thanks for saying, as I do seem to feel better,” Jessie said, standing and picking up her dishes. “And thanks for anything you did to help with that.”

“My pleasure, and any time, Jessie. Speaking of that, though, just give things a little more time, please. Don’t rush it, and I believe everything will fall into place on its own. Okay?”

“Whatever you say, Doc,” Jessie told her with a smile, rinsing her dishes.

Clarissa laughed at that before the two of them ended their conversation, and Jessie left the kitchen to do her nightly patrol report.

* * *

The rest of the day was rather mundane. The report, some TV, some laundry, a bit of this and that, preparing for tonight’s patrol. Jessie felt good, and normal, remembering just enough to know that hadn’t been the case for a while, her need for the Crimsons Jewel’s hypnotic skills proof enough of that.

Still, a couple of hours before she had to head for her motorcycle and hit the streets, she couldn’t help but walk back into her apartment and call out to the air....

“Hello, um... hands. Are you in here?”

Jessie waited for a full minute, scanning the room, looking for any sign of movement. There was nothing, though, so she sighed, moved to her easy chair, and opened her Sudoku book. She’d sit here a little while, do a few quick “Mediums”, and just try to relax for a bit before changing into her costume.

That’s just what she did, too, using the diabolical placement of those nine little numbers to distract her from all thoughts about phantom hands, the holes in her memory, or concerns about tonight’s patrol. The latter of those came back to her instantly, though, once she’d closed the book and stood up to go change.

I need to concentrate better tonight, she thought as she stripped down and prepared to slide into her tight, latex crimefighting outfit. No daydreaming, no letting another bad guy escape just because I’m not paying enough attention.

Gearing up for that already, the second she heard the soft clicking behind her, Jessie whipped herself around. Her brain working even faster than her muscles, she was almost certain what she’d see next... and she was right.

The hands were there, about eight feet away from her, holding her cellphone again, their thumbs tapping away at the face of it.

“Look, can we talk, please? Who are you? What do you want? Do I know you somehow?”

The hands stopped their typing just long enough to give the phone a dismissive, one-handed wave before resuming their work. Within seconds they stopped, though, apparently finished. The phone was spun around in one hand, and both hands, and the phone, approached her until they were close enough for Jessie to read the words.

“I sense time is short now, so this is probly our last time togther. Still, just 1 last time for you to remembr a bit more, and to enjoyyy. Pleas dont fight me on this, Jessie.”

Jessie read the whole note... twice... more confused than ever, hating the fact the hands “person” seemed to know so much more about everything than she did.

“I... I don’t want to fight you, whoever, or whatever, you are. But I really wish I knew something about what was happening, what all this is about.”

The hands pulled the phone back, the thumbs flew briefly again, and the phone turned back to her.

“All shoud becom clear soon. Trust me this 1 time.”

“I want to trust you, really, but... hey!” Jessie started to say before the hand holding the phone flipped the device to the side and onto the carpeted floor.

For a second the naked heroine moved to pick it up, then stopped. It was already too late, though, as almost faster than she could see, the hands had disappeared behind her, grabbed Jessie’s wrists, and began insistently tugging her backwards.

Jessie tried to resist a little, and possibly could’ve, the hands pulling her seeming no stronger than a normal human being’s. But she wasn’t sure if she wanted to... not completely, at least. The words “trust me” were still etched in her mind, and the being behind the hands hadn’t hurt her yet.

Just the opposite, in fact. They had given her stunning, breathtaking pleasure, doing things to her that she loved, and quite honestly, longed for.

Besides, if she resisted, then what? The other would probably just disappear, obviously not wanting to talk, and there seemed to be some master plan at work here that she wasn’t privy to. Would there be any value in trading the devil one, well... didn’t know for simply another devil one didn’t know?

And if this would somehow help her remember? Well, she really needed and wanted to remember.

By the time Jessie had sorted all this out, however, she felt her naked back pressed against some cold, slick surface. She instantly realized it was the polished, wooden support beam in the corner of her apartment. She also instantly realized that those hands had never let go of her wrists, so if they were actually connected to a human body, said body must have simply passed through the pole.

Then the hands were tugging downward on her wrists, apparently wanting her to sink lower. Having made her decision finally, Jessie complied, sliding down onto her knees, letting her calves slide backward along the sides of the pole, too, as she knelt. As her right wrist was released, she could turn enough to see behind her, feeling that deep, sexual quiver return as the saw the pile of things hidden behind the column....

The two pairs of handcuffs from her utility belt... some scarves... her vibrator, again.

“God,” she moaned as she felt a cuff snapped around her left wrist. Then her right wrist was re-grabbed, and got the same treatment. Jessie struggled a bit, but for all intents and purposes, she was trapped now.

Then the other set of cuffs were tightened around her ankles, pulling them together a bit and forcing her knees wider. Next, a knotted scarf appeared in front of her face, prompting a major déjà vu moment for her.

This has happened before... just like this... and not all that long ago, dammit! Why can’t I remember when and with whom?

She knew the answer to that even as she opened her mouth to accept it. The knot in the scarf was pulled between her teeth, and the rest wrapped and bound behind the pole, anchoring her head to it.

Yess... I remember this, but obviously Clarissa has blocked me from remembering it fully... why?

Then there was another scarf, this one folded, pulling tight to her face, from nose to chin, gagging her more fully as it was tied behind the pole, too. She struggled a bit again, but it was totally useless, as there was nothing she could do but kneel there, completely pinned to the smooth column now.

“Remember and enjoy”, the note had said, and in for a penny, in for a pound, Jessie was determined to do both, whatever the future might bring.

The hands appeared from behind her, once more moving to the soft flesh of her naked breasts and beginning their gentle, demanding massage. The “enjoy” part began almost instantly, as once again the other’s fingers seemed to know exactly what to do... what to squeeze, what to pinch and pull, when to lift and drop and just how hard. That triggered the “remembering”, too, as certainly the owner of these hands must know what she liked the most.

Either that, or she was somehow reading Jessie’s mind.

Jessie didn’t believe that, though, and after a few minutes didn’t... couldn’t... care, her mind and body starting to drift even further into her own deepening pleasure. As her ability to think clearly sank away, her arousal soared higher, and she was moaning loudly into her thick gag even before the whirring vibe rolled across her slick labia. When it pressed to her clit, Jessie lurched wildly against her restraints, and would have cum had it been left there another five seconds.

But it wasn’t. As one hand continued to ply her aching breastflesh and distended nipples, the other began working the vibe slowly... ever so slowly… in and out of her clenching pussy. This was all familiar, too, and not just from the last two sessions with her “assailant”. She could feel her need to cum being ratcheted higher and higher with each passing moment, with her helplessness, her inability to stop this, only adding to her increasingly desperate desires.

She had no any idea how long her body had been worked and used, and no clue how much longer it might go on, when she realized she was nearly shrieking “Hurry!” and “Please!” into her tight gag. The torment was exquisite, beyond Jessie’s ability to resist, and it felt as if her mind were drooling out her spasming pussy and all over the pulsing, plunging vibrator.

As it was plunging now… in and out of her, faster and faster, dragging her along on its wild, erotic ride.

She was being pushed toward a peak, and she knew it, reveled in it, begged for it. Her breasts were being spanked... not too softly, not too hard... and she remembered that as something someone had used on her before, had used to tighten the fingers on her sexual triggers.

And when the vibe, on high, was held tight to her swollen, sensitized clit again, those triggers were pulled.

She came so hard, so loudly, that everyone in the Haven would have heard her if she hadn’t been so thoroughly gagged. Jessie strained against the cuffs and scarves, surging over and over again as the hands and vibrator drove at her, demanding her orgasm to continue.

It did, for the longest time, until the stimulation to her body finally ceased, and she was allowed to stop, and slowly start to settle.

Dazed and snorting for air through her nose, dizzy and barely able to see, Jessie watched the vibrator drop to the floor in front of her, and the hands disappear from her glazed vision. Shortly thereafter, she heard a click and felt the tension on her arms relax. She didn’t move, other than to let her hands drop to her sides, one closed cuff still around her left wrist.

Jessie was too tired, and still too tied right now, to do much more than that anyway.

The hands reappeared in front of her, the way they were hanging down convincing Jessie that her... her lover was simply standing there. They did move, finally, reaching up to gently cup her gagged face for a few seconds.

Then they pulled away and… poof… they were just gone.