The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“This is actually kind of fun, thanks for thinking of me,” whispered Linda Williams to her new friend Tanya, as they skulked around a sign that said, ‘No ittance’, which Tanya said was an easy indicator this was a place they needed to investigate.

The pair entered a large, gleaming, semi-domed room that appeared to be made of steel.

“No problem, Linda, I mean, right now, Steven belongs to you, so you have more at stake than any of us,” said Tanya, as she then peeked around a corner, nodded her head at Linda, and then, slowly, they went around to what looked like an alcove.

“Yeah, but my entire career I have been reporting on people doing daring and courageous things, and now I’m doing it,” said Linda. “I’ve always been an observer but now I’m a participant, and with a purpose; to save my sex slave from being turned into a human vegetable.

“This sleuthing is fun, I hope we’re going to remain friends after this. That lunch invite for you and Tracee is still on the table. We would just have to be a bit more formal in dress.”

Although Tanya and Linda each dressed to the nines when working, they knew this action called for casual athletic wear.

Tanya was in leggings and a tight t-shirt with her blonde hair in a ponytail, while Linda had on the same Mets sweatshirt she had put on after having sex with Steven that morning, along with grey sweatpants and pink sneakers with little white socks. Her cascading black curls were loose and weaving back and forth as she stealthily walked.

(Although she was falling into the mind-control rabbit hole Steven had prepared for all his thralls, Linda was not yet in the ‘shell’ state that Tanya, Tracee and Jennifer had become. She had yet to have the idea that she wanted breast augmentation surgery implanted in her brain, so she was just a solid 36 B. Since being released by Steven, Tanya had scaled back from an insanely huge 52 GG to simply massive 44 EE’s.)

They could tell they were in a huge room but there was very little light.

Linda gesticulated wildly to Tanya and, once she got her attention, pointed to two shadows in the back of the alcove. It looked like one shadow was on top of the other, but both were moving in place.

“What are they doing?” said Linda as they observed the moving, yet stationary, figures.

“I….I think they’re fucking each other,” said Tanya.

Linda raised her eyebrows.

“Well, then what do we do?,” she asked.

“If they are on our list, we know what to do,” Tanya replied. “And if they’re not, make some excuse, like, hey, want to do a foursome?”

Linda’s eyes widened with the last statement, outside of her revenge sex with Jennifer, she had never slept with a girl.

As the pair crept closer, the figure on top swung her head to her right and caught a glimpse of them. She then got up, began unbuckling whatever was around her waist, and flicked on the lights.

Linda and Tanya could now see a young, attractive woman laid out on the ground naked, with the exception of a nurse’s cap on her head. She was gasping for breath, her very healthy chest pistoning up and down.

“I love it when a plan comes together,” said the now well-lit Dr. Elizabeth Schuyler. “Welcome Tanya and, I assume, this is the famous sports reporter, Linda Williams. Let me introduce myself, I am Dr. Liz Schuyler.”

“Aha!,” shouted Linda. “Schuyler, we need to take you somewhere. Right Tanya….

“Umm … what the heck.”

Upon the mere sight of Schuyler, Tanya’s eyes immediately became unfocused, and she began walking slowly toward Schuyler, while removing her clothing on the way. She kicked off her sneakers for full nudity as she reached the professor, and then knelt down in front of her, her seven-month pregnant belly on full display.

Linda just stood there, mouth agape at the sudden turn of events. She felt especially odd as the only person in the room now wearing clothing.

“Tanya, what the frick, you are our leader,” she finally got out of her mouth.

Schuyler nodded at the kneeling Tanya. “Go on, respond.”

Tanya turned her head slightly toward Linda, but her body remained right in front of Tanya.

“I am a traitor, a sleeper agent, whatever you choose to call me,” said Tanya in a strangely ‘come-hither’ voice. “I am Dr. Schuyler’s plaything, she owns me. Come me.

“You are my friend Linda. It feels so good.”

Linda was gob smacked. An hour ago, she had been relaxing in bed after having another great sex session with Steven. She was rich, famous, successful and with her own sex slave. Life could not have been more perfect. Now, she knew she was now in some kind of pickle, but not sure of what sort.

“I’ve only known Tanya for a little while, but she seemed to be like the strongest, most independent, not listening to anyone, badass woman you could find,” said an exasperated Linda. “I know you can fight it, Tanya. Think of your wife and all your friends counting on you to do the right thing.”

Tanya simply looked up at Schuyler.

“Come Tanya,” she said. “And make it really big.”

Tanya let out a shriek which, in the cavernous dome room, seemed even more bloodcurdling. She then rolled around, continuing her shouts and clawing at her breasts. A geyser of her pussy juice was spurting on the bare floor, pooling in several spots.

Schuyler came closer to Linda, who froze. What was she supposed to do? Steven had been working her out hard, but she wasn’t in like, fighting shape, and it would be 3 against 1 as the naked nurse was now standing next to Liz.

“Yes, very good observation, you will be a welcome addition to my collection,” said Liz. “And I must say, you are far more attractive than I expected. Very useful indeed.”

Liz then took a pocket watch with a long gold chain that the naked nurse handed her. Linda did not move a muscle. If she ran, where could she go? She didn’t even know where she was. So Linda was a statue as Liz began swinging the watch in front of her eyes. The glint from the overhead LED lights bounced right into Linda’s eyesight.

“Don’t worry, I will explain everything Linda, you can just watch the swinging watch and relax, all your problems are going away,” said Liz as she slowly swung the watch in front of the confused and shocked TV anchorwoman. “I am going to wire your obedience to your cunt, just like Steven. So much enjoyment for you, like your buddy Tanya is enjoying.

“Tanya is actually one of my best friends, and one of the reasons I like her so much is, like you said, she is a real badass,” continued Schuyler. “But she is different, I discovered, in her personal life. She has this real submissive personality trait in her. Outside of work, she likes to pretend to be in charge but, actually, it turns her on to defer to people. I am sure Tracee is the guy in the relationship.

“The only reason I hypnotized her to begin with was to make sure Steven had not left any hypnotic junk in her head. And he did, she was full of triggers. The only one I left in was her was falling for Tracee, because that one was optional.

“But, oh my goodness, once I got access to the repressed memories of Tanya’s time with Steven, it was quite shocking how deep she went under. She was basically his sex and power puppet, with not a shred of desire to fight whatever he wanted her to do.”

Linda’s head was now lolling from side to side, her eyes fluttering. Having been hypnotized by Steven hundreds of times the past few months, she was easy prey for a master hypnotist like Schuyler.

“So, to wrap it up. I removed all of Steven’s influence with Tanya. Just to be safe, I implanted a suggestion that if she thought I was ever in danger, she was to go right into trance and me.

“As it turned out, her newlywed bride Tracee was the danger, not Steven. The second Tracee told her the plans for me, which were not going to be good, she immediately went into trance and called me. I programmed her thusly, to love being a traitor and serve me.

“You thought your were dealing with Tanya Barry, powerful TV executive, all morning, but it was really my hypnotized drone, Traitor Tanya.

“Now sleep.”

Linda’s fluttering eyes now closed, and her head dropped forward. She stood there, not noticing the three nude women surrounding her, as she was deeply asleep.

“Wow, Linda Williams right here,” said Priscilla with more emotion that Liz had ever heard out of her, even when awake. “I love sports and I am a huge fan of hers. Can you order her to give me an autograph and sex—like lots of sex. When not serving mistress, I am straight, except I fantasize and licking Linda Williams pussy all the time.”

Liz looked at Priscilla askance. It was the first time in all these months she had ever spoken when not prompted. Usually it was just ‘Yes, Mistress, I obey Mistress or ‘Please put the dildo in deeper Mistress.”

“You can ask her yourself,” said Liz. “Linda, open your eyes but continue to be deep in trance. I have orders from Master Steven; you will act toward me just like you would Steven, if he was present.”

Linda visibly relaxed. Her tense face now had a slight smile. The crazy situation her conscious self had been all worked up about had melted away. She was receiving orders from her Master, this she was quite comfortable and pleased with.

“Sex, sex with Master, must have sex with Master”, Linda now muttered under her breath.

Priscilla was on one side of Liz while Tanya had gotten up, finally, and now her pussy-juiced stained body stood on the other side.

“OK, not much for game plan changing on the fly, but this should actually work out better, for me, than if I had just vegetized Steven and Gianna anyhow,” Liz told the pair. “Priscilla, take Ms. Williams to Chair A and give her the full hookup. You will input program J-25-ZZ, I know you have not done that one before, but it has the same process as the one you have been using.

“It’s kind of a souped-up 15-minute-deep entrancement technique, actually got it from a book by Stephanie Schmidt,” said Liz. “And I did not forget you, before I leave here, I will make sure she has an incredible desire to fuck the shit out of you and sign any items you want autographed.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Nurse Priscilla, licking her lips in excitement.

Linda was too deep in trance, chanting about having sex with Master, to notice what Liz was saying.

Liz turned to Traitor Tanya.

“Watch how firm a grip Steven has on her mind, and it was triple this when he controlled you,” said Liz. “I mean, she still has her own breasts, but she’s still pretty far along.

Liz walked behind Linda and lifted her hair up. She saw the nape had plenty of puncture wounds but not too many scars, nowhere near the battlefield Tanya’s neck had looked like when she first put her under.

“Totally controlled, but not dominated yet,” Liz commented.

Liz then went back in front of her.

“Linda you will remain deeply in trance, per Steven’s orders, but open your eyes.”

Liz then stepped up to a few feet of the gently swaying Linda.

“Excuse me, why does Steven’s sex slave wear clothes?” Liz said in an onishing tone. “Nobody else here is. I need to talk to Steven about this right away.”

Linda’s face contorted in absolute horror. Tanya thought if she had been told she was going to be shot at sunrise, Linda would have taken that news better than this.

Linda quickly ripped off her Mets sweatshirt and pulled down her shorts and kicked off her shoes and then peeled off the socks. In 15 seconds, Linda became buck naked, like the three other women.

“Please!! Do not tell Master of my horrible mistake,” cried Linda in abject misery.

Liz held up her hand. “It is fine,” she said. “I will not tell Master of the major violation of your service to him. But, in return, you will follow Nurse Priscilla here and do exactly what she says. Any deviation from what she instructs, and I will let Master know of your indiscretion.”

“I will do anything, anything she says,” cried out Linda.

“Excellent,” said Liz as she motioned Priscilla to take her. “Oh, two more things. After you have completed Priscilla’s instructions, you will have sex with her, and make sure she receives massive orgasms—and then autograph anything she wants.”

“I obey,” said Linda, relieved Master would not hear of her massive sex slavery violation. “And I usually charge $75 per autograph, but I will give her all of them for free.”

“Great,” said Liz, as Priscilla guided Linda over to what had been Gianna’s programming chair.

As they watched Priscilla hook Linda up, restraints to her wrists and legs, her neck lashed into place; then followed by nipple clamps, a vibrator in her now sopping wet pussy and a halo with wires all over placed on her head, Liz turned to Tanya

“Linda comes off as kind of a bitch,” she said to Tanya.

“Well, she let Tracee and my former self have our wedding at her penthouse and let us stay for free to have our honeymoon,” shrugged Tanya. “And she is a big fan of Stephanie Schmidt. But she is very strong and tough, I can see her having a ‘bitchy’ side. And I know she hates Jennifer, which was OK with us, since me and Tracee despised her as well, so we kind of bonded over that.”

“Well, she will be useful in the future, and Jennifer is an topic,” said Liz. “Let’s go. As Traitor Tanya, you will have much to do. You will get the opportunity to betray many more of your friends and lovers.”

Hearing of even more treachery that she would be a part of; Tanya had to stop mid-pace and shuddered. Liz saw a river of pussy juice run down her leg.

“Maybe we will make a stop in the shower before proceeding,” said Liz.

“Clothes?” asked a huffing Tanya.

Liz paused for a second.

“Nah, not necessary for what we are about to do.”

Brenda knew she must be working too hard, as she had fallen asleep right on top of her desk..

“Anna’s been after me to take a vacation, guess I should,” Brenda thought to herself. “This is the second time today I’ve liked zonked out with no memory. Right after my big project, maybe take my parents on a cruise.”

Brenda looked at her desk, with all its papers splayed about. Time off would have to wait until she did the profile on that wonderful Dr. Elisabeth Schuyler. That was the highest priority.

Suddenly, her door flew open and Gianna and Steven burst in.

“Hey Brenda!, We’re married!!,” they both shouted.

For some reason, Brenda did not feel all that great that Steven was now married. She wasn’t sure why, but she knew what politeness dictated.

“That’s great Steven,” she said. “So happy for you, and I knew you when you were just a local TV intern. Is the bride here a WFEM alum too?”

“No,” said Steven, who now realized Brenda would have no idea who his wife was. “This is Gianna Simpson; we were intern trainees here and fell in love and just tied the knot. We’re starting our first day as Anna Summer’s interns.”

“Hi, glad to meet you,” said Gianna, as she shook Brenda’s hand to introduce herself. “We were told Ms. Summer was here. We want to get with her as soon as possible and find out our intern duties. Let her know how excited we are to work for her.”

Brenda was at this point tri-enslaved. Liz had not wiped away Steven or Jessica Ravenstahl’s influence over her; she had actually used it to extend her control over Brenda’s thinking to even a deeper level.

Brenda rubbed her face. Had Anna been in her office? She had a vague memory, but it seemed to get fuzzier the more she thought about it. Probably a dream. She had conked our really hard, her neck hurt from sleeping so soundly in a weird position.

“I’m sorry but I don’t really Anna coming down here,” said Brenda. “Honestly, this is a little hole in the wall, far beneath a woman of her sensibilities to visit. She almost always summons me to her office, or we go to lunch at Ma Maison’s, if she needs to speak to me in person.”

Steven could have placed Brenda in a trance and found out the truth of Anna’s visit to Brenda and also would have discovered Dial and Tracee’s presence there. But he had no reason to think she was lying.

“OK, that is strange, because we were told that her office was being cleaned and she came down here,” said Gianna.

Jessica’s mindwipe of Brenda was being challenged by a bit of truth, but Brenda’s willpower had been completely drained since the week she spent with Steven, which had made her easy prey for Jessica and Liz.

“Maybe that was the plan, but she never made it,” said Brenda in a confident voice. “She is wanted by everyone here about something all the time. Might have been coming here but got waylaid by a photographer or layout person about some problem. Happens all the time.”

Gianna looked at Steven.

“Well, they said they should be done shortly with the cleaning, let’s just go to her office and wait outside if they’re not done yet,” she said.

“Smart idea,” said Steven. “Your common sense is another reason I love you. Have I mentioned I lover you lately?”

“No, been a whole 90 seconds,” Gianna laughed. “I love you too sweety.”

Gianna and Steven then embraced and kissed ionately.

“Well thanks for the info Brenda,” said Steven as they turned to leave. “I am sure you had something to do with getting me this internship, so I owe you a lot.”

“No problem, I know you will do a great job Steven,” said Brenda. “You were such a hard worker at WFEM.”

Brenda went back to working on her Schuyler story after the pair left. But 15 minutes later, she got a buzz on her office phone.

“Sorry to bother you Ma’am, this is Gus at the security desk downstairs,” said the voice. “There is a woman here named Jennifer Palmer, and she says she knows you. Wants to come up and discuss a possible story with you. There is a guy with her. I would have just let her , but she is kind of wearing an odd raincoat, and it’s not raining and she refuses to take it off.”

Brenda stared at the phone for a second. Jennifer had been one of the people she interviewed for her story on WFEM and Steven, but she didn’t know her.

But since then, Jennifer had turned from small time sportscaster into a star at WWL Sports. There was some buzz in the entertainment media about this new young, super-hot-looking reporter with impossibly large breasts. Jennifer certainly would be a good subject for a Women’s Fashion & News Network piece.

Brenda hit the intercom button.

“Sure, let them both in,” she said. “This should be interesting.”