The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You better fucking let me out of here right now! You hear me, Nancy? You are aware that I can see the red light flashing on that video camera, right? That means you’re watching me right now, aren’t you? Yeah, of course you are. Well, if you’re waiting for the ‘tearfest’ to start, you can go pole fuck yourself cause it ain’t happening.“

After finding the plain and cringingly correctly-sized white cotton bra and panties, a thick pair of white knee socks and an equally plain, black, cotton tee shirt and black yoga pants, Emma James, who definitely had no problem being nude or being seen in all of her “natural glory” smiled as she considered just staying nude as a deliberate show of strength and a silent ‘fuck you’ to her apparent captor. A satisfied smirk on her lips, she finally decided to get dressed. When... if she did manage to escape, no sense giving some random stranger a free show. Besides, being a wanted super villain herself, the last thing she wanted was any extra attention. Fully dressed, she turns back to face the camera. Standing in the center of the unfamiliar room, she stares the camera down even as it’s red light stares mockingly back at her. The sexy, five foot, six inch tall, busty blonde with the deep, bronze tan stands tall with her hands on her hips, not giving an inch as she takes a deep breath and continues to... express herself as only she can.

“Hey?! Are you listening to me, you... putz monkey?! So what’s wrong, Romeo? Mommy stop giving you her credit card for the girls on the corner? Well, listen up, you walking condom ad, I’m fucking warning you, you better get your jollies while you can, Chester, because when I get my hands on you, I swear I am sssoo gonna fry that little pinky toe you call your dick till it looks like a fucking, twice-burnt matchstick!! You hear me, you sackless douche?“

Satisfied that she has made herself understood, Emma took another deep breath, sat on the bed and looked around the room again. It had plain white walls, a white plaster ceiling, a grey, tile floor and plenty of artificial, overhead light, but no windows and the door was... uhh, the... door... was..??

‘Wait a minute, little miss Sherlock. That’s what’s wrong with this picture! There’s no fucking door! Well, I guess that’s one mystery solved. Whoever he is, he’s gotta be some kind of damn teleporter. But, I don’t know or ever hearing about any teleporters in Valley City, so who the hell grabbed me? And why did they fucking kidnap... ME?!’

She collapses back on the bed. Although it’s much smaller than the king-size beds she’s used to and much prefers, she had to it it was surprisingly comfortable. It had two big pillows, top and bottom sheets and even a heavy, if plain, white, cotton comforter. The T.V. hanging on the wall opposite the bed was playing the first Underworld movie which made Emma both happy and even more nervous.

‘He’s playing Underworld? One of my favorite movies? How did he know that I...? Yeah, Selene is absolutely my kind of girl, but... ooo... kaayy, that means that whoever grabbed me DEFINITELY knows who I am!! So, the question is, is that good or bad for me?’

Finishing her quick, visual “tour” of the room, she saw a small, wooden table under the television, a toilet in one corner that was walled-off from the rest of the room by a thin but floor to ceiling door and wall and there was even a working sink next to the toilet. While she was being her typical, smart-alecky, ”fuck-you,” self on the outside, inside, Emma had to it, she was honestly... scared. After all, whoever had taken her was almost certainly a teleporter or had one working for him. And she knew there weren’t many ‘Supers’ with that very rare and unusual ability. At least... not in Valley City. She also knew that almost no one, hero OR villain, liked teleporters. No one trusted the bastards because they could just suddenly “pop up” anywhere and anytime and there was no known way to stop them. At least not as far as she knew. And considering that Helena’s mansion not only sat in the dead center of her fenced-off, very secluded and professionally guarded, ten thousand acre property, but the mansion itself and the five square acre main grounds surrounding it were even more well-guarded by Helena’s now larger, twenty man security team, twenty four / seven. And EVERY one of them were former U.S., German and British Military special forces types. She had former Navy S.E.A.Ls, Recon Marines, two Air Force Pararescue jumpers, British SAS, German KSK and even a few former U.S. Secret Service agents on her security team now, including her long-time driver, Travis Nelson. They were all highly skilled, well-trained and heavily armed. In addition to the men, a few of Helena’s many security measures included several well-trained German Shepherds and Belgian Malinois dogs, sensitive motion sensors tied into alarms and motion triggered flood lights, thermal cameras and, oh yeah, she also had SIX incredibly beautiful and powerful, meta human, super heroine sex slaves that literally guarded Helena and Emma with their lives. Whoever this teleporter was, he... or she had taken Emma while managing to completely by ALL of their security and grab her right out of the mansion’s large, first floor hot tub room. It was just as obvious that since she had been teleported here, she had absolutely no idea WHERE... here was. That meant that Helena wouldn’t either! And just in case all of that wasn’t fucking scary enough, Emma had also quickly realized she had two additional and serious problems. One, her powers were being blocked or somehow otherwise kept from her and, two, being one of the ‘bad guys’ herself, she was personally very well aware of the fact that there was at least one group of expert sex slavers that actually targeted beautiful, powerful, meta human women like her still operating in Valley City! The Valor Force and the city’s other super heroes hadn’t found and stopped ALL of the sex slaving in Valley City. At least not yet. So, was that all there was to it? Was it actually that simple? Was she going to be drugged, hypnotized, brain-washed and turned into a mindlessly obedient sex slave and sold off to spend the rest of her life on her knees sucking off and actually being fucked by some... man?! God, just the idea of that made her want to retch!

‘Ooohh NO!! No fucking way THAT’S happening!! Not to this cherry sweet Starburst! I’ll get out of here... SOMEHOW!! I’ll get back to my baby and together we will... ROYALLY fuck this asshole like a virgin on prom night!’

Emma hugged herself and chuckled as she deliberately used the pun she used so often when she and Helena had one of their serious, all-out, marathon fuckfests with each other or when they enjoyed at least two or more of their sex slaves together in the orgies of soft, warm, lightly perfumed and very naked female bodies she enjoyed so damn much and was rreeaallyy missing right now. She didn’t know where she was, who had her or what was in store for her, but she DID know one thing...

‘I’m missing and Helena knows it. And that means she’s already looking for me and she NEVER lets anything get in her way and she NEVER lets anyone fucking screw with or stop her! I just have to hold on until I can escape or she finds me. And then, we’ll see just who gets who, bitch!’

With that happy image now in her mind, Emma stretched out on the bed, wrapped herself up in the comforter, rolled over, closed her eyes and actually managed to fall asleep.

“V.I.R.A, please switch music selection to Mozart’s Lacrimosa and set to repeat. And you are maintaining a constant diagnostic “eye” on Gene’s technology and all of it’s physical components to ensure it is performing within the optimal parameters he established?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Switching to requested music track now. All systems continue to show green. All of Mr. Fraiser’s technology is running at peak efficiency. I have implemented all of Mr. Frasier’s instructions on it’s operation and am monitoring as instructed. Otherwise, his tech is self-monitoring and self-correcting. It is most impressive technology, Ma’am.”

“Yes, it is. Very well. Run a structural diagnostic on the physical room itself and a seperate diagnostic on all primary and secondary power systems, hardware and advanced tech embedded within its walls. And run a similar diagnostic on the software related to its operation ass well. that ALL systems are operating at peak efficiency. Also run a matching diagnostic series on room two. We need to make certain that we are ready for our second guest, V.I.R.A.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Running all requested diagnostics on both rooms one and two.”

With V.I.R.A double checking every aspect of the “cells” and ensuring that the temporarily de-powered Emma James is definitely NOT going anywhere, Giselle reaches for her coffee, takes another sip and loses herself in her thoughts even as the woman that was born blind reflexively closes her eyes and enjoys the music while her ever more impressive A.I. runs the requested diagnostic series.

‘Oh! Eeeww... uhh, yeah. Definitely won’t be ordering the Double Peppermint Mocha again. I think our “independently crafted coffee flavor profile by taste sample” research is complete. Let’s just stick with our hot cafe mochas in the winter and our cold mocha frappucinos in the summer, both with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle of course, shall we? And the occasional Matcha Tea Latte or Strawberry Acai with Lemonade, of course. Hmm, maybe my... “research” isn’t so... complete after all!’

Laughing to herself, Giselle is brought out of her deep thoughts on coffee flavor profiles and menu selections when she hears V.I.R.A’s synthetic voice come through the speakers over her music.

“Diagnostics complete, Ma’am. All systems are at one hundred percent and both rooms are green and secure. We are fully prepared for our second guest’s arrival.”

“Very well. Continue to monitor all systems and maintain a twenty four hour visual and audio observational and recorded status on both our current and soon to arrive guests. ”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Giselle took a deep breath and let herself relax a little. Knowing that her first... guest was both effectively powerless and totally secure in her cell, she smiled as she listened to Emma’s very real threats come through the speaker while she observed her through the camera in her cell. Giselle had used her powerful telepathic talents to temporarily, but completely block Emma’s access to her powerful, meta human bio-electrical powers, otherwise she might very well have blasted her way out of her cell long before now. At least she might’ve if it weren’t for the three inch thick chem-metal “plates” imbedded in all six sides of the cell and Eugene Frasier’s meta human power cancelling technology that was built into both rooms. Even knowing him for as long as she has, she couldn’t believe how quickly he had agreed to not only share his incredible, cutting edge and very sensitive tech with her, but had even agreed to help her build the power cancelling cells themselves. She also couldn’t believe how quickly he had done it! Even with Gene, that genius, super heroine Techna, the seriously sexy Miss Megan Tanner and that mouthy, hotheaded speedster Echo, one Mr. Parker Albinn hepling out, she was surprised at how quickly they had completed the high tech building that hid and housed the two underground cells and the power cancelling technology itself on a secluded back section of her property. Giselle really appreciated both his help and his friendship. She took another deep, wistful breath as she lamented over having met the very attractive and obviously very submissive Megan Tanner “too late” to get to know her more... personally.

‘Another lost opportunity, I suppose. Ah well, speaking of opportunitites, I have telepathically blocked Emma’s access to her powers, but I always prefer to have a solid back-up plan or two or ten as a fail-safe just in case. So, thank you again, Gene.’

Giselle was both very happy and relieved when she finally thought of her “option three.” She smiled again as she thought back to the day she was sitting right here in her basement work lab under her house located in a small town somewhere on Italy’s Amalfi coast trying to figure out exactly how to rescue the six powerful and deeply enslaved super heroines when the idea came to her. Giselle laughed out loud at herself when she thought of it. God, it was almost TOO obvious and simple. Instead of devising some risky, complicated and drawn out, multi-step “grand scheme” to rescue Miss Amazing and the five heroines of the Valor Force, she had managed to come up with a MUCH simpler and far more... direct plan. A plan that was not only much simpler for her, but involved putting far fewer other people at risk. Gene, Lacie and Eva specifically coming to mind. The fewer other people she put at risk of injury or being captured and enslaved by Helena, the happier she was. So, Giselle had decided that instead of rescuing the slaves, she would “flip the script” and would instead capture the villain and convince her to release them herself. Her main problem now was, would her simple, elegant plan actually... work?With Emma’s capture, the second step in her brilliant plan was complete. Now all she had to do was capture Helena, herself. Fortunately, in addition to her very formidable, high-order telepathy, Giselle’s other powers include being a powerful omnipath. Not a “traditional” omnipath. While she can’t enter and or read the minds of EVERYONE on the planet, she CAN identify, locate and read the mind of any single normal or meta human person she wants to anywhere on the planet and she IS able to read and completely control the minds of a very large group of people at one time, when needed. So she knows that the powerful and dangerous super villain known as the Royal is Helena Rothridge. Just as she knows that her prisoner, Emma James is the Royal’s partner in crime, the sexy, young electrical villainness, Stunner. She also knows that Helena Rothridge is secretly, one of, if not the wealthiest, self-made woman in the world. Giselle laughed again as she contemplated the fact that Helena Rothridge not only owns and runs an extremely successful and entirely legal, large scale private investment firm and an extraordinarily broad and diverse business empire spanning over two dozen separate companies in almost as many industries worth billions of dollars, but she is also a powerful, meta human super villain! God, you could choke on the irony. A fact Helena has somehow kept secret over the course of her entire villanous career. Giselle also knows that Emma is the girlfriend Helena loves very dearly. In fact, Helena’s love for Emma and the fact that she IS the Royal are two very critical details to the success of her plan. She hopes that those two factors are enough to force Helena to release the enslaved heroines without having to resort to the rather cliche’ “big, final boss fight” that happens in EVERY sci-fi and action movie, anime and video game she has ever seen.

“Hey, Miss G, you in there, boss lady?”

Giselle is pulled out of her thoughts by her temporary and constantly surprising “partner,” the talented, highly skilled and very wanted, international, globe-hopping, high class thief and meta human teleporter known as Snapshot. Surprising even herself, the normally very reclusive and even more secretive Giselle Devonshire decided to go “full information share” with her after Tiffany agreed to help her rescue Miss Amazing and the Valor Force. Giselle, or the relunctant and mostly “hands-off” super heroine, Indigo, as she calls herself is an extremely powerful meta human. Her powers include a genius level intellect, photographic memory, instant and total recall, High Order telepathy, High Order telekinesis, a powerful but rather narrow omnipathic ability, remote viewing, astral projection and, ironically enough, teleportation. After Snapshot had agreed to meet Giselle and she told Tiffany exactly what she wanted her help with, exactly WHO she would be going up against, and the risks involved to her personally, Tiffany had surprised even the powerful telepath when she actually, willingly agreed to help. After the second “meeting” between Tiffany and Giselle’s astrally-projected, transparent, blue image in a hotel room in downtown Valley City, Giselle decided to tell Tiffany where she actually was. Tiffany quickly teleported directly to her house here in Italy. That was a week ago.

“Yes, Tiffany. I’m.. ‘here’. What is it?”

“Far be it for me to voluntarily put my sexy, little ass on the line any more than I have to, but you DO want me to go grab the “big, bad” herself here pretty soon, yes?“

Turning from her monitor to face Tiffany, Giselle could only smile at the petite woman that was curled up with her knees pulled up against her small chest and her arms wrapped around her legs in a rolling chair about four feet away from her. Tiffany was wearing an invitingly unbuttoned, long sleeve, black, button down blouse over a bright pink, lace bra, faded and ripped, denim short shorts and a pair of bright pink, open toe, cork wedge Gladiator sandals. She also had her natural pink hair tied up in a single, long and rather thick high ponytail. Giselle laughed at herself as she briefly entertained a few rather... distracting thoughts concerning the pretty and petite woman before answering her.

“Yes, Tiffany. I want you to go grab the “big, bad” herself and put her in her cell just like you did with Emma. But will you please do me one... small favor this time?“

“What’s that, boss lady?”

“Make certain she’s dressed, if you don’t mind?“

They look at each other for a moment and break out laughing.

“Hey, in my defense, who would’ve thought that Emma would spend the entire morning walking around all sexy like in that skimpy, black bikini until she finally just went full monty and started her little, sex slave orgy. I waited for her to get dressed. It’s not my fault she... didn’t.”

They both laugh again.

“I know. I was monitoring you telepathically. I’m just saying that Helena will be angry, defensive and confrontational from the start. And it will be much easier to talk to her if she isn’t sitting there nude. You can understand that, can’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah. I understand. And I promise I will do my very best to deposit a fully dressed Helena Rothridge into her cell so you can talk to her. Good enough?“

“Good enough, Tiffany. Now, I was planning to have you grab her early in the morning when she normally tells their slaves to leave the room so she and Emma can shower in private and get dressed before they go downstairs for breakfast with all of their slaves standing in a line waiting to serve their Mistresses. But since...“

“...since Emma suddenly disappeared right out from under her expensive, high-end and very professional security team, is now missing and Helena will be understandably panicked, angry and will be in absolutely NO mood to be fucked with that maybe I should be careful when I “pop in” and grab her? Is that it, Miss G?”

“Yes Tiffany, exactly! Do NOT underestimate Helena Rothridge!! She is a very powerful, highly skilled and multi-powered meta human. And don’t forget that she is also a master martial artist! Your sudden appearance when you teleport in should catch her by surprise and give you the momentary edge you need long enough for you to ‘port’ her into her cell before she even s what’s happening, but don’t relax for a second or you could find yourself completely under her control, naked and on your knees kissing her feet or... other places!“

“Yeah, I hear you, boss lady. I know that and I definitely don’t plan on becoming her sex slave. Whoever wants to dominate THIS subby, little sex kitten has to earn it! And I also understand why that would be bad not only for me, but for you. If she gets me, she just gets one more very hot, damned sexy and delicious meta human slave girl, but if she somehow gets you...? If YOU became her slave? With your powers and abilities added to the heroines she already controls.., fuck she would be damn near unstoppable, wouldn’t she?”

Giselle takes a moment to imagine what Helena could do if she SOMEHOW managed to actually get Giselle under her control. If Giselle Devonshire was Helena’s obedient slave and her powers were at Helena’s command? Giselle felt the chill run down her back at just the thought. She forced the surprisingly vivid image of herself kneeling naked before Helena out of her mind. She hadn’t told Tiffany, but one reason she telepathically “followed” her when she went after their targets was so that IF Helena DID capture her, Giselle could very quickly erase all knowledge of her existance from Tiffany’s mind. Even though she knows it isn’t the “hero” thing to do, Giselle would protect herself first then she would rescue the enslaved heroines and, if necessary, the now enslaved Tiffany too. She had a back-up plan for that contingency. And a back-up plan for that plan. And a back-up for that back-up. And... Hopefully, that would not become an issue for her. Giselle smiled as she realized she had let her mind wonder again. She quickly refocused her attention back on Tiffany.

“Sorry, Tiffany. Yes, if she somehow “got” me, it would, indeed, be very... bad. But, don’t worry about that. While Helena enslaving me is HIGHLY improbable, it is a non zero contingency we must for. But you let me worry about that. Just pay attention and be ready to do your part. We’ll take this step by step and we will rescue the enslaved heroines. And once they’re free and safe, I will pay you in full as we agreed and you will be free to go on your way with my sincerest appreciation. Or perhaps we can revisit that... other possibility we discussed if you’re interested?“

“Sounds good to me, boss lady, the money I mean. And I it that other idea isn’t as... funny as I thought when you first suggested it and, to be honest, I have thought about it myself a few times. But, if you’ll excuse me, since it’s so late here, I’m going to “pop” stateside and grab a large, Chicago deep dish pizza, a couple of two liter cokes and maybe a couple of pints of double mint, coffee ice cream, then I’ll come back, take a hot shower and get some sleep myself. Don’t worry, I’ll be ready to go grab the “big, bad” whenever you say. Nighty night... Miss G.“

“Goodnight, Tiffa... Wait. What did you just say? Grab a... pizza and...? As in... eat? Again!?! Didn’t you just eat two large, double patty hamburgers, two large fries, three cokes and a chocolate sundae only...“

Giselle double checks her watch again.

“... four hours ago?!“

“Yep, sure did. But, hey, I told you about my crazy metabolism when we first “met” in Tokyo, ?”

“Yes. Yes, you did. Well, all right then. Enjoy your meal and have a good night, Tiffany. Sleep well.”

As Tiffany disappeared in her signature, silent flash of light, Giselle closed her eyes, took a deep breath and started to re-run the several potential conversations she would very soon be having with Helena Rothridge through her powerful mind. One more time. And... regretfully, she also considered what she might very well have to do if Helena absolutely refused to cooperate. She truly hoped that THAT option wouldn’t be necessary. She IS one of the good guys after all.