The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Judge Ferdinand Smail was very confused as he entered the small anteroom off to the side of the City Hall executive floor.

Although the room was usually reserved for extremely important events, he had been told by the Chief Justice that he was needed there to officiate a wedding. Since Smail was in the criminal division, that had seen strange in and of itself, but he could tell by the urgency in the chief justice’s voice not to question it.

However, when he walked in and saw the four young people there, he wondered if he had stumbled by mistake into a civil hearing on indecent exposure.

Both Gianna and Jennifer had literally been naked when they needed to rush off to City Hall, so they had grabbed the first thing they could throw on quickly.

Jennifer was wearing a string bikini on top that barely covered the nipples on her size 42 FF breasts and a thong. It was her uniform for when she cruised around the office on her sexacapes. Gianna had ‘Daisy Dukes’ shorts and a very low scooped white Prada t-shirt, where her 40 EE breasts were on full display.

Smail could see the camel toe and nips poking out on both, as neither was wearing any underwear.

And the taller of the two guys was in flip flops, micro-shorts and a see-through mesh shirt, exposing a lean muscular frame. Any woman, or gay man, would pay good money to jump his bones, thought Smail.

“Um… is this the wedding party,” said the judge after drinking in the incredible site. “Or some kind of ‘other’ party?’

“Nope, definitely a wedding,” said Steven, as he stepped forward. “I am marrying Gianna here and these are our two witnesses Jennifer and Bradley. And thank you for coming so quickly, we have an important meeting to get to.”

Although Steven was acting in charge, Gianna had been the one actually calling the shots. Steven had begun to wonder about the background of his betrothed.

The town car she summoned was a Bugatti Chiron and, after filling out the necessary paperwork, when they saw the long line of couples waiting to get married, Gianna had excused herself. A couple of minutes later, she said “We’re getting our own judge, we just go up to the private floor, and they have a little place for us.”

When Jennifer and Bradley arrived, Gianna immediately recognized her old ‘breastmate’ and ran up and hugged her. They were soon chatting like old friends.

A confused Steven went up to Bradley.

“How do they know each other?” he asked. “Jennifer has been nowhere except Syracuse until a few months ago.”

Bradley related the story about the big breasted pictures at the Met Gala. Jennifer had been pulled away from Steven’s sight for the picture, so he had no idea his ex-girlfriend had met his future wife before he had.

“I think I am marrying someone with more of a backstory than I thought,” said Steven. “But what I told you is true. I love her more than anything, rich or poor.”

“Well, it looks like rich,” said Bradley, who whipped out his phone and showed him an internet bio page on Gianna. It was filled with pictures (breasts prominently shown) of her in Vail, Monaco and the Greek Isles. A couple of pictures of her with royalty were also included.

“Well, whatever, I love her so, so much,” said Steven, “and for the next year or or so we will have the same position, lowly interns to Anna Summer.”

Judge Smail at that point told the group to get in line and start the marriage ceremony.

… Once the wedding was over, and Jennifer caught the bouquet (flowers Steven bought from a stand next to City Hall), they said their quick goodbyes.

“It is so awesome to see you again, I definitely want to keep in touch,” said Gianna, as she gave Jennifer a peck on each cheek. “But we gotta go.”

“Yes, we do,” added Steven. “But thanks for coming on such short notice. Anna Summer now awaits us.”

As Gianna and Steven bolted out the door, Bradley turned to Jennifer.

“Look, we’ve both known Steven for, like, years,” he said. “Something is just not quite right. I mean, getting married to a woman you never even went on a date with, who he knew nothing about? Steven is very meticulous about everything.”

“I know,” said Jennifer. “I , now, all the hypnotic sessions where he just ran through my likes and dislikes, making sure he wouldn’t have me do something I would rebel against; like be friends with Tracee and Tanya. And it worked, until I got bopped on the head.

“And Gianna told me how she was a bit anxious about forgetting to wear a bra. We know one of the first things Steven does, when he has you under his spell, is to instill a hatred for wearing bra’s. I just happened to feel that way naturally.”

Bradley giggled to himself. Jennifer still did not connect the dots on how completely mindfucked Steven had made her.

“Yeah, he swore to me up and down, he has never even tried to hypnotize her, which is really not his usual style,” added Bradley. “He did not even know she is like, an heiress.”

“I’ve been with, and inside, Steven more than anyone, and you are right, something is just not quite right, with both of them,” said Jennifer. “And Gianna seems super-cool and I definitely want to be in the future a BFF with her. But a 20-year-old high society girl, wanting to suddenly marry a stranger just seems weird.”

“But what to do about it?,” asked Bradley.

Jennifer’s personality had been twisted into a sex-maniac, fitness-obsessed, bra-hating, huge breast-loving shell of a person by Steven, but, when the issue at hand did not involve her programming, she was still smart as a whip.

“I know a reporter at Women’s News & Fashion, Brenda Stewart, she interviewed me for a story,” said Jennifer. “Let’s go there, with the excuse I am visiting her for a possible feature. Once we get in the building, we can snoop a bit, maybe find Anna Summer’s office, that is where Gianna and Steven seemed to be headed.”

“Sounds like a great plan,” said Bradley. “This is why you are my Mistress and I worship you as a goddess and I am, willingly, totally under your control.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Jennifer. “And we need to talk about that later. Right now, as my slave, you have one priority.”

“What is it Mistress who has total control of my mind and body,” asked Bradley.

“Buy me a freaking coat because I can’t walk into a professional office building in a bikini top and thong,” she said. “I look like a stripper. The judge asked what my rate for lap dances was.”

Anna Summer might be now in her late 50s (at least that was what it said her in her official bio) but she still was a Size 0 dress size, and her black and grey hair was in a perfect bob.

Of course, she wore a perfectly coordinated pink Prada suit. She smoothed out her skirt as she sat down in Brenda Stewart’s office.

“Perfect timing to call, as my office rug is getting cleaned,” she said.

“Really? That is odd for that to be done in the middle of the day,” said Brenda. “I usually see the cleaning crew in your office when I am working late at night on stories.”

Anna smiled at her. Liz was really good. Brenda had no memory of spraying her pussy juice all over Anna’s fine Oriental carpet, while flopping around like a beached mackerel in orgasmic bliss.

“A guest spilled some liquids, didn’t want it to stain so maintenance is getting on it quickly,” said Anna. “Anyhow, what is this big story you said can’t wait and I had to see immediately.

“Oh, and who are these people?”

“Actually, they are the story,” said Brenda, as she waved at a very pregnant blonde with perfect skin and a tall, striking brunette who had been standing in the corners. “Let me introduce you. This is Tracee Davis of WFEM News in Syracuse and Dr. Dolores Dial of the psychology department at Johnson University.”

“OK, Who Cares 1 and Who Cares 2,” said Anna, who did not like her valuable time being wasted.

“You will care about this,” said Dial, as she produced a gleaming yellow helmet. “My department developed it.”

“Yeah Anna, this is some helmet,” said Brenda. “Apparently, those who wear it suddenly get super mental focus. Not like reading minds or anything, but all your brain waves are totally in sync, you think at maximum capacity.”

“Interesting,” said Anna. “And why is the fat chick from podunk TV here.”

“As a local journalist, I found about this incredible discovery first,” said Tracee. “And I have tried it. What Brenda is telling you is 100-percent correct. After treatment, I felt like a brainiac, my mind felt incredible using the helmet, and with no aftereffects at all. Feel sharp as a tack actually.”

“Well, thinking about ratings, we don’t want to play second-fiddle to anyone,” said Brenda. “So, me and Tracee have made a deal. She will wait to do her story on the incredible helmet and run it at the same time as our feature on our network, with the proviso that she will be heavily featured in our story and give her nation-wide exposure. A win-win for everyone.

“I mean, the whole world will eat this up.”

“Exactly,” said Anna sharply. “And this is why you’re a journalist first and don’t know shit about exposure or public relations. Why would we let preggo here get world fame. It’s our channel, someone from our network should have the whole world watching them.”

Anna then turned to Tracee: “No offense.”

Tracee just smiled: “As a preggo from a podunk TV station, none taken.”

Brenda then interjected: “Well, I am hosting and producing the segment, I don’t also want to be the subject.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, I will be the subject. I can handle world-fame better than you anyhow.”

Anna then turned to Tracee, “You can still run your local story same time as us. I’ll even give you an exclusive interview, with me.”

“Wow,” said Tracee. “I’m honored. Thanks so much Ms. Summer.”

“Then it’s settled,” said Dial. “I will need to do a test run with you beforehand Ms. Summer. Everyone’s brain waves are a little bit different, and I need to calibrate it properly.”

Anna checked her watch. “I have some time now. Let’s do it. Chop, chop.”

Brenda, Tracee and Dolores looked at each other and shrugged. Brenda then bent below her desk and produced a laptop. The face of Jessica Ravenstahl appeared on it.

“This is Dr. Ravenstahl of Johnson U, Japan campus,” said Brenda. “She was involved in the helmet’s creation, so she is interested in observing.”

Dial started plugging in the helmet and connecting the wires. Tracee told Anna to get comfortable, it would take about an hour, and Tracee helped Anna take off her jacket.

Soon, Anna had a big gleaming helmet on her head. It looked like a disco ball with all the lights blinking. Tracee warned Anna not to move, to get full effect.

“Hey, this kind of looks like that thing that Dr. Arundsen created in California, it turned people into like his mindless zombies,” said Anna.

“Oh, no,” said Tracee softly. “You will still have … a mind.”

Dial flipped the switch and Anna said no more.

Ravenstahl looked at Brenda. “Hey Sweet Cheeks, great work here, so proud. I think you deserve a nap, go to sleep for a couple hours and when you wake up, don’t even bother ing who was here or what happened. You have more important things to.”

“Sure Big J,” said Brenda, who then yawned.

Brenda’s eyes immediately rolled up into her head, and she put her head down on her desk, sound asleep.

Tracee looked curiously at the show on top of Anna’s head. Since she had been rendered unconscious by Dial before the helmet was placed on her, she had never actually seen how it operated.

The lights were quickly flashing, and electricity was coursing around the helmet. Anna’s head first vibrated and then began to swing side to side a little. Her mouth opened and closed but no sounds came out.

Dial produced a strap and wrapped it around Anna’s upper body and laced it to the chair, making her thrashing about a little more controlled. Finally, Anna’s head simply pitched forward, as she blacked out.

“This is when the helmet does it’s best work, when the subject’s brain is at its lowest level of activity,” commented Dial to Tracee. “All we have to do now, is wait.”

“I must say,” Ravenstahl commented. “I thought the normal Dolores Dial was the biggest cunt in the world, but this woman takes the cake.”

“Oh, believe me, if we did not need her cooperation, I would have slugged her,” said Tracee. “The great Anna Summer would have had a big fashionable shiner on her fine-boned face.”

“Anyhow, excellent work ladies,” said Ravenstahl. “The first step in our plan is a complete success.”

“I just heard from Tanya,” said Tracee, looking at her phone. “She recruited Linda Williams to help. Said she is about to initiate step two, everything a ‘go’ on her end.”

“Excellent,” said Jessica. “I was a bit concerned putting so much responsibility for this operation on someone I did not know, but it looks like Tanya is someone we can totally trust to come through.”

“Oh, Tanya is the best at this kind of stuff,” added Tracee. “The last thing we have to worry about is Tanya not doing her job.”

“Great,” said Jessica. “I love it when a plan comes together.

Liz was ramming the dildo into Priscilla, followed by shrieks of delight from the entranced nurse. Both had by now a slight sheen of sweat, as Priscilla had been going at Liz’s pussy with fingers first, than a fist and, finally, a dildo (‘Hypnotizer’s prerogative’, thought Liz, I get it first).

Liz was now rewarding Nurse Priscilla for her fine work. She had put nipple clamps on the nurse, who loved down and dirty sex while in this state, and began gently pulling on them. If anything, Priscilla’s screams were even louder.

Since they were in the massive programming room, the loud vibrations bounced off the far walls, making it seem like Liz was banging 100 women at the same time.

Liz stopped her gyrations and she pulled out the dildo from Priscilla’s snatch, making a ‘plop’ sound. She noticed a figure approaching from the side. She smiled and said:

“I love it when a plan comes together.”