The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Corinne, the CEO

“All in favor?” Corinne asked. All hands rose in favor, “and the motion is ed.” She stood up and looked at the women around the table, “thank you everyone, the next board meeting will be scheduled for 2 weeks from now at 10am. Thank you.”

The board of directors left the building leaving the CEO in her place. She looked down at the papers on the glass table, her eyes looked up at the display that was projected on the screen. The investors had approved it, the board that represented the shareholders voted for it, it was her plan, perfect execution. A young man walked in, he wore a tight button-down shirt, with a tie, with a pleated pant leg. Corinne did not have to say a word for him to start cleaning up the papers for her.

She looked them up and down for a moment, “you know Jonathan, you should have those pants tailored a little bit better, if they’re a little tighter around your ass, you could probably get yourself a promotion a lot faster.”

He couldn’t seem to find the willpower to meet her eyes, but he nodded his head rapidly, “I’ll keep that in mind, Ms. Janedotir.”

She smiled and then she walked out. She saw Sheila, who was the VP, “judging by the smiles on their faces, I’m guessing that was flawless.”

Corinne simply smirked, her smile saying all that she needed to do. As they walked by, they saw a couple of the secretaries, a couple of shorter young men with brown hair, Corinne looked at Sheila, “is it me, or are there pants getting tighter every year? Maybe I just haven’t fucked one of those cute little men in a while.”

“Well if you got yourself married, made one of those cuties to take your last name, maybe you’d get it anytime you wanted.”

Corinne rolled her eyes, “don’t matronize me.” She giggled for a minute, “and what about you and your man? There was a rumor that he ran out of your house screaming the other night and the police had to stop him.”

Sheila shrugged, “it’s not that big of a deal. You know, hysterical men. They dragged him back in and let me deal with him in the right way. He won’t be making that mistake again.”

As they were walking by, they saw a man reaching over his desk reaching for a pen. Corinne gave his ass a slight slap, “looking good, Lucas!”

Neither Corinne nor Sheila even slowed their walk as they continued back to Corinne’s office, but they heard a gentle thanks… not that he meant it, but he knew his place.

They talked business for a little while, hammered out some of the details of what was voted upon, the VP took the notes, and started heading down to R&D to start getting the process underway.

Once Corinne was alone she pressed a button on her phone, “Bobby, can I have some coffee please.”

A moment later, Bobby walked in holding a cup of coffee, is there anything else, Ms. Janedotir?”

Corinne stood up, and she wrapped a finger around Bobby’s tie, “you know, it’s almost time for that annual review. Are you looking for a promotion? Maybe a raise? Maybe one that’s a little bit more than inflation?”

Bobby seemed nervous, “I’m hoping so, my wife would be very happy with me if I did.”

Corinne wrapped her fingers around that. Tie a little bit more, and started pulling them towards her desk, “speaking of inflation…” Her other hand moved down so it was the front of his pants, she squeezed lately, “I need you to perform well for me, and I’ll make sure your review goes great.”

Corinne knew that he was married, that Tomasa was his married name, and that his bachelor name was Avery… But that meant nothing, If he knew his place, and he wanted that promotion, he would perform.

Lunch time came, and Corinne found herself going outside. There was a wonderful little courtyard across the street. And there are some fun men to look at too, that did the heavy lifting, just like men were intended to… don’t want to make them strain their little brains too much. She had her meal delivered, and she took it across the street and sat down at a little Stone bench.

She took a single bite, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the flavor. Not 15 seconds ed, and she heard some yelling and screaming. She turned to the side and saw some people running towards her, and then past her. As she looked past them, she saw something very strange. Men in black, holding weapons, guns? Men weren’t allowed to hold guns, any more than they had a right to vote, what the fuck was going on?

And then she saw one shoot a woman, there was no blood but the woman stopped moving, and another one put a net around her and scooped her up and started walking back towards… a glowing round circle, a doorway of some sort.

She saw running towards her building, security would help. Right? She made it about four steps that she felt a piercing in the back of her neck, and she fell down straight. She couldn’t move a muscle, her body was completely limp, but she was awake and aware. Then, just like some of the other people she had seen, a couple of other armed men put a net around her and picked her up and started walking back. She wanted to yell and scream, but she couldn’t move a single muscle.

Then she was going through that glowing blue round doorway… and suddenly she was in a lab. They had several people and she would sit there motionless, unable to move a muscle for nearly 20 minutes as the men came back and started throwing more of the women into the room with her… into a cell with her.

After the 20 minutes was up, the glowing doorway closed, and they were just in a cell within a lab. There was more time I was just sitting there, listening. Not really understanding anything.

“Colonel Jacobson!” Somebody called.

Colonel? That was a military title… Jacobson… that was a weird family name… Jacob was a male name, son was male offspring… Why would anyone give a last name like that to someone?

So fucking strange.

She didn’t really pick up on the rest of the conversation, but after a few minutes the cell door was opened and large men walked in. They started taking the women one at a time, including her, and brought them to some sort of transport vehicle. Their wrists and ankles were strapped in, their seat belts were locked, and the door was closed.

The drive was over an hour long, and about halfway through the drive she started to get her feeling back. She noticed the women that were in the cell before her already had their feeling back, struggling against their bonds… and over the next several minutes the other women started to get their feeling back.

She wasn’t sure, judging from the barbed wire, it looked like some sort of prison. There was a man at the front of the transport vehicle, he opened the door, “in a moment, your restraints will be removed, you will move towards the big red door. When you get inside you will stand on a yellow square that is unoccupied.”

A moment later, the seat belt unlocked and retracted, then her arm and leg restraints. There was an order for them to stand up, she was one of the last ones to do so, but she was a little scared, and she honestly didn’t know what was happening next. But she followed the person in front of her, stepped off the transport vehicle and walked across the mud, which was destroying her expensive shoes, having rain splashed down on her, until she was inside. It was a big open space with several yellow squares, each about arm’s length apart from one another. Everyone stood in one, including her.

A handful of men walked in from the side, each one started walking up to each girl and placed a pink metal collar around each of their necks.

“What do you want from us?!” One woman called out.

“What is this place?” another called out.

The yellow square that was under the two people turned red, and the two women cried out as they grabbed their collars. It was some sort of pain distribution system, it was hurting them.

A man walked in front of them all, “you don’t get to ask questions. But I will give you the basics. We have taken you from your world, because we ran out of women to convert. All the women have been converted and there’s not enough to go around. We opened a breach into your world, and took you. We do this frequently. Now, we assume your world is a regular world, men are usually in charge, but maybe you’re trying to find your equal rights. Or maybe you do have equal rights. But not here. In this world, men are in charge. You do what you’re told. And you do it with a fucking smile. But don’t worry your pretty little heads off, we’ll make sure that by the time you leave, you’ll be a true believer.”

Men are in charge? What kind of fucked up nightmare system is that? These were the kind of thoughts going through Corinne’s head. Probably the other girls that were taken from her world too.

A few more men came, again, they were dressed in black, and they walked up to the first couple of women, and with a knife, literally started carving their clothes off of their bodies, leaving them naked. There were some gasps. One girl protested, and then grabbed her collar as she was zapped into submission.

Corinne watched in silence, her hands gripping the side of her shirt. She didn’t know what to expect next, she was terrified. She’s supposed to be a CEO, not some fucking play thing. How was she going to get out of this?

Then there was a man in front of her, he literally gripped the front of her blouse, slid the knife in place and carved it right down and pulled it down her torso roughly. Then there was a slice on each side of a bra strap and then in the middle and that was on the floor. And in moments she was naked, trying to cover herself with her hands. She didn’t even have her shoes. She felt a couple of tears running down the side of her face, but she made no sounds.

It didn’t take long before every woman was standing just like she was. It was cold, and she thought they did that on purpose.

There was a loud buzz and a door to their left. It sounded like it was unlocking. One of the men in black opened the door, and told the first row of girls to walk through it single file, then the second and the third until the room was empty.

Corinne was in the third row, and she followed. One after another, the women were taken into an examination room. Their height, weight, vitals, and other such things were recorded. And then they were pushed into another waiting room.

Then they would be called, if you go into one room, no one would come out, just another person going to the room… and no one coming out… over and over.

Then it was Corinne’s turn. She stepped inside, They had her sit on a chair, it was kind of like a dentist chair. But then they locked her into it, just like they had in the transport truck. They held our heads steady, and she felt a burning sensation on the back of her neck. Then in front of her they showed it on a screen, they tattooed her with a barcode. She felt tears running down her eyes.

One of the men in white looked at her, “stick out your tongue.” She looked at him incredulously, and then there was zapping from her collar. She hadn’t been zapped yet, and it hurt. “Stick out your tongue.”

She did, and they grabbed it with a pair of forceps, and then proceeded to Pierce her tongue. “, men like the stimulation better. This is for whatever man buys you at auction.” More tears.

The man in the white pressed something into her lips, it was sharp. She felt her lips inflating. Why the fuck would they do that?

There was a machine placed over her head, it Forced her eyes open, and then a couple of red flashes, they lasted less than a second. But when the machine came off, her vision was blurry. She kept trying to focus on what she was looking at, but she couldn’t. One of the doctors laughed, “women aren’t meant to read. Women are supposed to be reliant upon their men.” And he laughed again.

Then another machine placed over her chest, they use similar forceps to the ones they used on her tongue to pull her nipples out of two holes. A machine injected her nipples straight in, and there was a whirring sound… and her breast started to enlarge.

By the time it was done, her breasts were ridiculously large, each one larger than her head, unnaturally round, and firm to the touch. Another machine was injected into her arms, her legs, even her waist, and they started vacuuming her… was that right? And they were literally taking bits of her out… her fat? She didn’t even think of herself as that fat, but anything that could be considered fat, was literally vacuumed out of her.

Two more injections in her ass, and they inflated her ass the same way they inflated her breasts. Then they finished it off by piercing each of her nipples with a golden bar, then piercing her navel.

They walked her to a different door, and they led her to another waiting room. She was one of several women that were naked, all of them with these exaggerated lips, tiny waists, large fake asses. Everything was blurry, she could make out most things, but nothing was crystal clear. Those doctors were definitely right, she couldn’t read, not what was important anyway… maybe a couple of large signs, like a restaurant sign or a supermarket sign… but she certainly wasn’t reading her cell phone with eyes like this.

The next place they entered smelled of nail polish remover. She was a little confused, then they had her sit down again, naked again. There were women this time. And they started playing with her hair, they started stripping it of color, they made her blonde. They shaved her legs, her arms, her armpits, even between her legs. It was embarrassing. And they attached these fake things to her nails and painted them. In her world, women painted their nails, but they never had these extensions on them. It just made her feel weak.

And again she was marched out, into another processing area. But this time she watched it. She was just standing in line, waiting to be the next… and she bit her lip, this was horrible.

On her world, she had seen that some men needed to be put in Chastity cages. These were men who couldn’t control themselves, constantly touched themselves, sometimes a way to deal with a mood for wives. But this was something insidious. It was like a metal panty… but it went right up a woman’s but crack… and it had these two phallic protrusions.

She shook her head. Nope, she couldn’t do it. No, not at all.

But she could see a similar expression on the other girl’s faces. The girl in front of her had begged them not to do that, and she was shocked for that resistance.

And then it was her turn, she was about to beg for mercy, but then she was afraid of getting shocked again. And when the man told her to spread her legs, she did. There was some wet goo slathered onto and into her slit and her hole. And then she felt the intrusions. And then she felt the cold metal around her crotch, and the echo of the lock was deafening…

Next their mouths were measured, including Corinne’s. And then a strange device was placed in her mouth. It was round and it kept her mouth open, but there was also a tray for her upper and lower mouth. Then it was strapped around the back of her head. A soft rubber phallic object was slid right into the hole in front of her mouth and locked in place.

Soon, it was time they marched all the girls onto another transport vehicle, and they were taken somewhere else.

When they arrived, the new place looked more like a movie theater for celebrities than it did a prison.

The transport vehicle drove into the back of the building, and they were brought in through the loading bay.

All the girls were led into a room. It looked like a movie theater, without a screen. There was no podium, there was no stage.

Every enhanced woman was sat down in a chair by one of the men in black. She was locked in place, she was starting to get used to this, or at least she was starting to expect this.

Then a helmet was placed over her head, and she felt the injection of some sort of fluid in her armor arm. She felt dizzy, euphoric… and then the video started.

Her mind wasn’t entirely there, she was unfocused, she was seeing messages, but her mind didn’t really read them, they just appeared in front of her vision, sounds in her ears. It almost seems strange that she could see after what they did to her vision, but maybe they knew what to do. Was it trying to make her think differently? She would resist, she was still Corinne, and nothing was going to change that. They weren’t going to change her. She felt the phallic object in her mouth start moving back and forth, as did she feel the movement between her legs, and behind her…

Hours ed. And the helmets were removed. The gags were removed as well, they kept the chastity on their crotches.

The men led the women to a warehouse-like area. But it was set up almost like some sort of expo, but not. They were just dozens of small tables. Each woman was led to each one.

She looked down, she saw the makeup. To her right were pairs of shoes, and as she turned the chair behind her or a number of dresses.

She looked down at the makeup. She needed to make herself look good for the men. The color she used were extreme, they were exaggerated. She made sure that her lips stuck out, a bright red color with shine to them, the perfect color for a man to see a cock buried in.

There was something wrong about this, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. But that was okay, fuckdolls like her weren’t supposed to think for themselves too much… it could give them wrinkles.

When she was done she turned around doing a full 180 in her chair… which turned into a 360, and a 720… giggling the whole time. When she finally came to a stop, she was staring at these cute dresses. She found one that really showed off our cleavage. She really helped. The men were looking at her cleavage and not her eyes. She couldn’t help but giggle.

A pair of dark stockings, they were ornate around her thighs, but really showed off her legs . The dress was short enough so that they could always see the bands/welt. Then she put on these straps open-toed high heels that matched her dress, coincidentally it was the same color as her lips.

And then she waited.

All the girls were told to sit down, and they were on chairs in three rows. Each elevated above the other. They were staring at a curtain, and then the curtain was pulled back. They were staring at a huge audience of men in suits.

Each girl was pulled one at a time, and told to show off their bodies. Tell them what their favorite thing to do was, awkwardly every girl said that they love to suck cock. Corinne wasn’t any different. She wasn’t sure why, but something was different about her since they put that helmet over her head… but she wasn’t sure exactly what was different about herself.

The auction started and then there was a man known as Drake who apparently won her. She was told to go down to his chair, and she did. She sat on his kneecap, and he started playing with her pierced, giganto titties. She giggled the whole time as she wrapped her arms around his neck. This man was her new owner. She was fine with that. A successful woman, was an owned woman after all…

She got in his car, she sat in the enger side as he drove. While in the middle of the drive there was a long stretch, he unbuttoned his tros, unzipped the pants, and told her that she knew what to do.

She giggled, she took off her seat belt, and she wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock… she kept bouncing her head up and down one stroke after another, until the man came in her mouth… she sat there looking up at him, a mouthful of cum, and he finally told her to swallow, and she did.

“Thank you, sir.”

Corinne loved the next few days, for the most part all she did was get fucked, and try on new outfits. It was a girl’s dream come true. She couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

On the fourth day, he took her into the downtown area of the city. She needed to be ed as his concubine. She was eager for that. He walked up to the front of the building, attached her leash from her collar to a rack outside, almost like one would imagine in an old western what a man would do with his horse. Women weren’t allowed inside the government buildings.

He returned and he was holding his piece of paper, she never had to sign a thing. But she was now officially his, both by the purchase, and by .

As he started to walk away there was a disturbance. She watched as a big pink sphere appeared in the middle of the street. This was giving her a sense of deja vu. If the pattern followed, the next thing she would see would be men coming out of a glowing round doorway…

She heard her owner speak, “is that a portal?”

Corinne had never heard the term portal before, but a moment later women started emerging. Not men, women. There seemed to be two kinds, there were tall muscular women, they had black midriff shirts, black lipstick, black camo pants and a tactical looking boot, with fingerless gloves. Their nails were black, as were their lipstick and eyeshadow, even their hair. The other women that came out were shorter with pink hair, they were busty. Wearing pink tube tops, camouflage Pink pleated skirts, pink stockings, Pink high heels, pink makeup, and pink nails… the two types of women were very contradictory towards each other.

Corinne seemed just as confused as her master. She watched four women rush 4 people who had been enjoying there time sitting on a bench, and all it took was a kiss. Each of them changed to look just like the other invaders… Where there were 4, there were now 8, the kiss even changed their outfits…

“Run!” Her master called, and she followed after him like a good pet that she was. But they were cut off, “protect me.” her master told her.

And she turned around to face the people coming at her. It was a woman in Black, and when she got too close, Corinne tried to claw at her with her nails. The woman simply grabbed Corinne’s wrists, pulled her in close, and planted a kiss on her lips.

It only took a moment, her thin waist turned into a muscular waist, her thin muscles became well-defined. Her pink nails became black, she was pretty sure her pink lips became black, her blonde hair turned black. She felt herself growing, and even her red dress became a black sleeveless midriff, the bottom half of her dress became a black and white camouflage look… her high heels became boots, and she wasn’t even sure where the black fingerless gloves came from. Potentially, most importantly, her vision was clear.

She lost all desire to serve her master. She ed who she was, before the brainwashing. She was Corinne, the CEO. But even that was pointless, that was when she was only after a goal for herself. Now she was part of something greater, she would convert every last man and woman. She was a subjugator.

She looked down at the man that owned her seconds earlier, she had an evil smile on her face, “oh, Master… I have something for you.” She reached down and picked him up off the ground easily, as if he weighed as much as a cat, pressed him against a wall. She hesitiated for a brief moment only to make sure he understood how their positions had flipped. She was now in charge. She felt the other subjugator behind her, watching with amusement, as if ing her own similar experience.

She finally pulled him in close and kissed him on the lips, and then watched as the black imprint from her kiss spread, his veins filling with a black venom. The convulsions on his body as he started to shrink loses his body mass, she was delighted as his body started to transform, become subjugated… obedient… loyal.

When the change was done, Corinne looked down at her former master, a weakened, smaller, broken shell. She issued a command, “help the others convert.”

“Yes, Mistress!” The subjugated said with such enthusiasm that it almost made Corinne feel giddy. And she watched the subjugated pounce upon another man and kiss them as that one had been kissed… and another convert… and another. And she was part of it too, every part of her able to convert, the claws had a venom, her lips had a venom… and in less than an hour, the city was converted. Ready to spread forth and conquer this pathetic excuse for a world.