The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Paul waited for an opportunity to use the device on Zack that night. Zack was a good friend, but Paul couldn’t take his mind off of the scruples Zack had demonstrated earlier that had almost ruined Paul’s fun. Paul didn’t want anything getting in the way of his perfect weekend. The opportunity presented itself when Zack passed out after round 2 with Karen. (They had set her libido setting way up, and returned her IQ to 50.) Paul had helped the moment along by breaking out the vodka and having them all take shots, while he abstained.

“Zshack, wake up! We weren’t, like, finished.” Karen pouted. Even though her partner had passed out, she continued to hump with gusto.

“Woah, Karen. Get off him. The man’s had a long day.” Paul put his hand on Karen’s bare shoulder.

“But, I need him inside of me,” Karen complained.

“Why don’t you have Zoe and Sarah help you out?” Paul suggested.

“How can they, like, help me out? They’re girls.”

“They’ve got hands, haven’t they?” Paul said, grabbing the redhead’s hand and guiding her to the room where Zoe and Sarah were enjoying some colorful show Zack had put on for them. “You do the math.”

Paul could see the wheels in Karen’s head turning, and he figured she’d figure out what he meant eventually. He went back to the bedroom where Zack was passed out, and put the helmet on Zack’s head. He just needed to make a few tweaks here and there for them to have the best weekend with the helmet possible. Paul clicked around and found a setting called Morality. Right now, Zack’s morality was at a 6/10. Paul lowered it to 2/10. Then he searched around for some other settings. He found Self-Confidence at 4/10 and raised it to 10/10. Ambition he raised from 5/10 to 9/10. Thrill-seeking he raised from 6/10 to 8/10. Inhibitions he lowered from 6/10 to 3/10.

He made a few more changes and took the helmet off of Zack. He was satisfied that when they woke up tomorrow, they were going to have so much fun with the helmet, and none of Zack’s scruples would be there to get in the way of anything.

“I think I, like, figured it out!” Paul could he Karen saying from the other room. “Put your hand here on me and do this.”

Paul was woken by a sound from the kitchen. He walked out of his room, and was surprised to see that Zack and the girls had apparently woken up a few hours before him.

Zoe was dressed in sexy black maid outfit, and was standing in the corner of the room. She was completely still with a blank look on her face holding a silver platter with some breakfast on it. Karen was dressed in a nurse outfit, and appeared to be acting as a table for Zack’s dishes. Sarah was dressed in a sexy schoolgirl outfit and was giving Zack a handjob as he ate.

“I thought you’d never wake up,” Zack said grinning from ear to ear.

Paul mentally processed the scene for a few seconds before speaking. “Where’d you get the outfits?” He had a million questions, but that seemed like a good start.

“From a shop downtown. I’ve been busy this morning, let me tell you. No hangover was going to get in the way of today’s fun.” Zack took a bite of a doughnut, and set it back down onto Karen’s back. “Emily, you can come in now.”

A woman with black hair and pink highlights came bouncing in through the front door. She was dressed in a skimpy cheerleader uniform, and she had hand-shaped bruises on her arms. She giggled and said, “Thank you, master Zack. It was getting boring out there.”

“Uh, who is this?” Paul asked, raising an eyebrow.

“This is Emily, she was working at the fetish store when we arrived there. I had the girls pin her down,” he gestured to the bruises, “and after a little persuasion she was happy to give us all of these outfits for free-ee-EE!” Sarah’s ministrations had taken Zack to heaven, and hot white liquid quickly covered her hand.

Paul was both impressed and a little taken aback. “Zack, don’t you think that’s a little bit reckless? We’re already risking a lot with just these three here. What if her boss notices she’s missing?”

“Do you really have that little faith in me?” Zack panted, picking up a forkful of eggs and stuffing it in his mouth. “I took care of her boss as well... Come on in, Jason!”

A big, burly man poked his head furtively through the front door. He walked shyly into the room. “Hi, Zacky!” The man said cheerfully.

“What did you do to him?” Paul asked.

Zack smiled wickedly. “Jason, how old are you?”

The man shyly held up four fingers.

Paul was speechless, but Zack didn’t miss a beat. “Anyways... Sarah, clean us off. Emily, take Jason to Paul’s room. You’re still on babysitting duty.”

“Ugh, do I have to? Babysitting that dumb kid is really boring. I want to go to the mall... or a party!”

“Young lady, we’ve talked about this before, haven’t we?” Zack said, “What’s the punishment if you don’t do what I say?”

“I get grounded.” Emily said dourly.

“That’s right. So go babysit Jason.”

Emily muttered something under her breath, but led Jason to Paul’s room.

Paul regained his composure. “How old is she, uh, mentally?”

Zack took his now empty plate, and put it on Zoe’s tray. “I erased everything past 18. Figured it was good practice with the helmet. I messed around with a few of her other settings as well. She’s not a 4.0 student anymore, that’s for sure.”

Paul was impressed with how much of an effect his changes had had on Zack. He almost felt like his changes had worked too well, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“So Zack, when do I get my turn with the helmet again?”

“Right now if you want.” Zack said, tossing the helmet nonchalantly to Paul.

Paul took the helmet, and put it on Zoe’s head. The display quickly showed her statistics. Paul looked through the changes Zack had made, “Wow, you really did a number on her, didn’t you?”

Zack smiled. “She’s basically a poseable doll now. I don’t think she can even understand English.”

Paul could believe it, looking a the blank stare she now wore. “Well, it’s impressive, but I think I’m going to start her from scratch if that’s cool with you.”

“Live it up, dude.” Zack said, tapping Sarah and pointing to all the dishes. She got the message, and began clearing Zoe’s platter and what remained on Karen’s back.

Paul clicked over to Revert Changes, and clicked Revert All. The sharpness quickly returned to Zoe’s eyes, and she dropped her platter. She looked around her, and screamed. “What the hell is going on!? Why is Karen pretending to be a table, and why am I dressed like... this?” Paul realized his mistake too late. Revert All. He tried to use the device to get her back under control, but she was squirming and screaming too much for him to use the controls.

“Zack, a little help?”

Zack for his part didn’t seem too concerned over this turn of events. “Sarah, Karen – please subdue Zoe.”

The two girls walked to the corner of the room past Paul, and pinned Zoe down. She continued to struggle, but she was no match for the two of them. “What’s wrong with you two. Stop this!”

Paul tried to cover her mouth, but she ended up biting him. She continued to scream, but Paul knew all he had to do was find some kind of mute option on the device. Careful to avoid her mouth, Paul began fiddling with the device. Realization dawned in Zoe’s eye’s and she began violently hitting her head against the wall behind her.

Paul tried to stop her, but she was frantic now – wildly pursuing the only option she saw for freedom. “What are you doing you crazy bitch?”

BANG! It was like a flashbang had gone off inside the room. When Paul’s vision had recovered, he saw the scene more or less as he left it. The only difference was that the circuitry on the outside of the helmet looked burned out, and Zoe looked... out of it. ‘At least she’s quiet now,’ Paul thought. That was small comfort, though. If the neighbors didn’t have cause for concern before, the explosion certainly cinched the deal.

“Zoe?” Paul asked tentatively.

She looked at Paul dizzily, but didn’t respond.

“Zoe, are you okay?”

Zoe blinked a few times, and seemed to recover her senses. “My head feels really funny.” She said uncertainly.

Paul looked at Karen and Sarah who were still holding Zoe down. “Zoe, if I tell them to let you go, what are you going to do?”

She scrunched her face in serious thought, and finally said. “I, like, don’t know. What should I do?”

Paul didn’t think she posed a serious risk in her current state. “You two, let her go.”

They obliged and Zoe looked happily down at her clothing. “Wow! This dress is so pretty! I look just like a maid.” She twirled around to admire the dress. “Plus, it makes my boobies look really good!” She grabbed her breasts and thrust them in Paul’s face. “Do you like my boobies?”

“Yeah, they’re... great.” Paul said. “Can I have that helmet on your head?”

“Go ahead,” she said, handing the broken device to him. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

A muffled voice said, “I heard a woman screaming, and then I heard an explosion. Is everything alright in there? Do I need to call the police?”

Paul went over to the door, put the chain into place, and opened it a crack. “N-no need to call the police. Everything’s fine in here.”

“Who was the person screaming?”

Paul wasn’t sure how this would go, but he figured the neighbor needed to see someone. “Zoe, could you come over here please?”

“Yeppers!” she said cheerfully, and skipped over. She pushed past Paul to see through the crack. “Who is it?”

“I’m just the neighbor from across the hall. Was that you screaming earlier?”

She furrowed her brow in thought. “I, like, don’t remember. Maybe you can see if you recognize my screaming?”

She began jumping up and down and screaming loudly. The neighbor took a step back from the door. Zoe looked down at herself, and stopped screaming when she noticed something. “Wow, look at my boobies. They’re really bouncy!” She kept jumping and staring at her breasts, almost mesmerized.

“Well, as long as you’re alright.” The neighbor said uncertainly.

Zoe stopped jumping, and looked back through the crack. “I’m sorry. I, like, forgot you were there. Did you like my boobies?”

Paul pushed Zoe out of the doorway, this conversation needed to conclude soon. “Well, there you have it. She was the one that screamed. Are you satisfied?”

“... What about the explosion?”

“Zoe here launched some fireworks out the window. Sorry, about that, won’t happen again.” Paul quickly closed the door on the neighbor, and said through the door. “Don’t worry. Everything’s fine, we’ll try to be quieter from now on. Goodbye.” Zack was pretty sure he heard something like, ‘Drunk punks!’ mumbled as the neighbor walked away.

Zoe had a huge smile on her face. “Are there really fireworks? I love fireworks, they’re so pretty!”

Paul sighed. “No, Zoe. There are no fireworks.” He assessed his circumstances. The helmet was totaled, and he had six people in various altered mental states who they could now no longer return to normal. “What are we going to do?”

Zack, who had been watching events unfold with great amusement spoke up. “Dude, where’s your sense of adventure? All we have to do is sneak the broken helmet to PlasmaTech. They’ll fix it, then we’ll get Zoe to bring it back out again. Simple.”

Paul could see a lot of obvious gaps in that plan, but he didn’t have a significantly better idea. “Right, it’s so simple,” he said sarcastically. “What’s the worst that could happen?”