The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The fall of the United States finally came in 2021. As a civil war broke out over resources and goods, the northeastern part of the former United States, along with six other sections of the formerly united country, broke off into their own countries. The war that carried on afterward led to the slaughter of about 40 million people, which was eventually won by the former northeastern quadrant. The mid-Atlantic states, its main and most local foe, was centrally defeated and the citizens kept as manual labor slaves.

The reasoning behind the mid-Atlantic regions sudden surrender became very clear soon enough after their defeat was announced. As clandestine parts of the military and government aligned themselves with various regions and their new states, they brought along their experimental technology as well. A scientist and psychologist who had worked with the CIA came to the leaders of the northeast and showed them their brainwashing technology, which had been worked on during the final president’s reign as an alternative to torturing terrorists and political undesirables. These enemies could be turned into obedient assets as spies, undercovers, or turncoats.

Of course, the leaders took this on and quickly had the creators killed. They began capturing radicals and criminals for experimentation. Soon enough, they had enough specimens to perfect the process. This led to a very patriarchal society as men took over and enslaved their wives, daughters, mothers, and sisters. A sex slave trade began, and a trade of enslaved workers, and those in the higher classes and closest to the situation thrived.

However, many in the new country did not thrive. Hunger and crime was rampant throughout the lower classes. Despite promises that hard work would help citizens to rise up, they did not help. A rebellion was squashed harshly a few years into this regime and, as punishment, the lower classes were kept under martial law and required to work for the upper classes.

As punishment for their rebellion, not only were male sons of families, which there were many after birth control was outlawed to foster more labor, taken and brainwashed to work for the upper class, but the daughters of lower class families, once they reached the age of 16, were put into a mandatory lottery to be brainwashed and married off to a scion of the upper class. The upper class had thought it would stop rebellion and force the lower classes to remain in line because of the potential rewards given to the family of the girl who had the “winning collar,” as it became known over the years, and would demand obedience of their daughters and wives.

Once girls turned 16, they were put into mandatory obedience collars. This was done on their birthdays in a ceremony that all members of the community were required to attend as a reminder of their need to obey. If they misbehaved or otherwise acted out, they could be zapped with them. The collars were painful, but their real use were to brainwash. When collared, micro-nanites were shot into the girl’s body, waiting for activation if she “wins” the lottery and has the winning collar.

Besides the obvious gain for the upper class, the examples made of a few uppity girls over the years were normally enough to keep them in line, the family of the girl who had the winning collar and “won” was also handsomely compensated. A payoff was made to them, which led to them becoming a bit higher up the ladder in the lower classes. Also, their other daughters or wives could not be chosen anymore until five years had passed.

The winner was sent to the upper class’s capital. The upper class lived in domes to keep out undesirables and weather, which had become increasingly erratic as the climate changed. Inside, their weather controlled paradise was vast and rich. The winner travels there and is then taken to a brainwashing center to be turned into the ideal slave their future owner desired. The girl with the winning collar is also reprogrammed so she does not remember her previous life. She thinks she grew up in a life of privilege and wealth; she remembers the story of falling in love that her future husband desires for her.

There was a great demand for sexual slaves as well and often trouble makers in the lower classes were captured and brainwashed into docile obedience. Freedom fighter of the proletariat one week, docile, deeply needing to please, maid the next.

Abigail was a willowy blond with short “pixie” hair who was had turned seventeen earlier in the year. Her mother had the Winning Collar six years before, but things had not turned out as well for her, although she dealt well with the hand she had been given. Her family lived a fairly comfortable life because of her mother’s “victory,” but material things often just led to a new hierarchy within the lower classes and “have nots” and “have not as bad,” which brought up resentment and disorder. This kept people from uniting and working harder to fight against the upper classes. Growing up with her father and his new wife, while pretty, she did not get the attention that more promiscuous girls did. Abigail was not a prude, but tried her best to not totally acquiesce to using her body to gain.

The day of the yearly lottery, Abigail came down to the center with all of the other women. They were coordinated into lines by a series of mindless, automaton, in knee high, high heeled, boots, slaves who shouted commands at them and urged them to hurry to please their betters. One of them was a girl that the blond teenager remembered from their youth who had “vanished” one day after going out to run an errand. The girl was now just another nameless slave for the upper class. Abigail gave a wave to her Aunt Crystal, now past the cutoff age of 50, as she stopped in place at the direction of the slave standing before her.

As the commotion of the procession began to fade, the nation’s new national anthem played and each woman moved to stand at attention under threat of severe pain from their collar. Each year, at least one woman defied this directive and this year was no different as a woman nearing middle age fell to the ground before being dragged away by two slaves.

The raven haired girl who won last year came out and gave a wave to the crowd, ignoring the screams from the woman she now did not think of as her mother. Katrina, the former “Katie” had been a wild party girl about to turn 20 when she had the winning collar last year. Now she was married and a perfect hostess for her new husband, who was an important up and coming political figure. Katrina, pearls around her neck shining in the day light, was devoted to her slavery and service to the upper classes. The green sleeveless sweater she wore hugged her augmented breasts while a knee length skirt played hide and seek with her, post slavery, shapely, athletic, legs. She waved and cheerfully smiled at women she did not remember as her former classmates, mother, and friends. If you stared hard enough, a slight baby bump could be seen.

Abigail’s father came over and glared at her. They had never been that close, but they had significantly grown apart since her mother had “won” six years before. The woman he married afterwards was obviously drawn to him by his new found “wealth” and treated the blond girl as a threat or even, perhaps, competition. She had never known a life where women were not constantly in direct competition with each other.

After the opening comments from Katrina had ended, Abigail braced herself for what happened next. The loud noise that activated the collars did not hurt her, but she tensed up as every woman in line, including herself, fell into an empty trance. Her mind just...emptied and she stared straight ahead, eyes growing large and dollesque as anything but obedience became unimportant. Each woman looked deeply subservient and extremely feminine in their thrall, which was partially due to the subliminal command they were given a few days previous to make sure they looked their best. The normally plain girl had worn heavy eye makeup and much more feminine clothing than usual, unable to disobey the compulsion hidden in the approved music player she enjoyed from time to time.

Near where Abigail mindlessly stood, two boys stared at her. “I wonder if this is rigged,” he asked his friend, sounding way more cynical than any adolescent should sound even in such a desolate situation like this one. His friend shrugged and wondered what it would be like to throw the rock in his pocket at one of the women.

With a big smile on her face, Katrina announced the winning collar. The number, which corresponded to the one on Abigail’s collar, was picked at random after a few variables, such as the needs of upper class scions, were entered. Each woman’s collar had a number on it that would be their “winning” number if they were picked. Abigail blinked once and automatically marched to the stage, Katrina helping her up the stairs with a squeezed hand of welcome. The dark haired politician’s wife said a few more words to the crowd and then hugged the entranced girl, who stood there silently like the puppet she was.

In the crowd, Abigail’s father muttered something to one of his friends and stared at his wife, who stared straight ahead at the stage. In a few moments, he realized, his wife would not even remember his daughter. He laughed at the miserable irony of how that might be for the best.

As Katrina ended her remarks, the collar around Abigail’s neck released chemicals into her body, infecting her with what would make her slavery permanent. Her eyes glazed over and a gentle, agreeable, smile came over her face. A slave led her off stage where a leash was connected to her collar and she obediently followed the slave to a pair of men who took her from there.

After Katrina’s remarks ended, another loud noise “woke up” the women in each row and they returned to their families. Quickly, their memories of Abigail faded out of their minds, becoming distant memories. The girl who had the winning collar’s father kissed his wife when she returned to him. He whispered something in her ear, which made her giggled, and he dragged her home to make love now that the burden of his daughter was off of them. A second pay out from the upper class would have them set for life.

A week passed while Abi was reconditioned for her new purpose in life. She stepped out of a reprogramming tube and felt refreshed. She had no memories of her previous name or life and only thought she had come to this hospital for her breast augmentation. The blond, feeling so silly for having cut her hair short, sighed happily as she saw her fiancée through the mirror. He came into the room and hugged her tightly. At the door, his father, a wonderful man she loved dearly, and his wife, which neither realized was her real mother, looked on proudly at their son and future daughter in law.

Abi hugged her future mother in law, who complimented the girl’s new breasts, which were as impressive as the woman’s own pair. There was not even a moment of familiarity to either’s previous life. They had grown close over the past year and she was happy her son’s girl was alright.

At home, Abi sat on her bed and sighed happily. All of the wonderful refinements of her life, a life she had so happily been born into in the upper class, surrounded her. She touched the pearls around her neck, remembering the day they had been given to her as a gift by her fiancée. A silent tear ran down her face. She could not imagine being any happier.