The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jerry Jefferson scowled at the report in front of him. Another girl missing and this time, it was one of his own.

When cub reporter, Kelly Kline hadn’t reported for work, he’d been ticked. The girl was energetic and if she worked hard, she’d make a damn fine reporter ... someday.

But she was a little bit too eager for her own good so the fact that she missed work was rather odd but still Jefferson thought nothing more of it. He’d call the girl to task when she showed up the next day but other than that, he could wait.

But the next day came and still there was no Kelly and Jefferson fretted. He called out to his secretary. “Marci, get in here.”

Marci quickly rushed into her boss’s office.

“Call that Kline girl,” Jefferson said, “and find out where the heck she is.”

Jefferson still didn’t think there was anything wrong but he was thinking about what he was going to have to do when she finally showed up.

Marci came back a few minutes later. “Ms. Kline’s not at home, sir, and she’s not answering her cell phone, either.”

Odd, the editor thought. “Keep trying her.”

“Yes, sir.”

After hours of still no response, Jefferson pulled one of his top reporters into his office. He’d already instructed his secretary to call the police but he wanted something more. “Kline’s missing,” the editor had told the reporter. “I want you to find her.”

Petra Petravich sighed as she left her boss’s office. She didn’t need this, she told herself. She was a reporter and not a babysitter. The fact that she was only a couple of years older than the absent reporter made her all that much more annoyed because she couldn’t help but think that if she’d been a few years older or if she’d been a man, he wouldn’t have made her do this. Still, she’d just been given a job to do. “What stories was she working on, sir?”

“Stories? She wasn’t supposed to be working on anything worthwhile. She’s just a kid.”

“Sir?”

“Well, she had this idea—”

“About what, sir?”

“She was talking about the recent rash of disappearances. She thought they might be related.”

“Yeah, and?”

“And in hindsight, um, she might have been right.”

“So do we have any notes on what she was working on?”

Jefferson shook his head.

“Great. I guess I’ll start with the police then. That’s what I would have done if I were her.”

Her editor looked up at her. “You be careful out there.”

“Or what?”

“Kline thought the disappearances were related.”

“Yeah and so. Look, there’s one big difference between me and Kline.”

“Yeah, and that is.”

“She’s missing and I’m not.”

“Good. Then make sure you take steps to keep it that way.”

The old carny opened his box and he took out his cards. It was a regular ritual that almost never produced anything out of the ordinary but now with someone else out there trying to get their hands on his cards, well, it was a ritual that couldn’t be overlooked.

Captain Tommy removed the contents from the box and he peeled back the felt cover and he started to count but when he was done, there were only nineteen cards.

Damn. He was afraid of that. He started counting again but he already knew what the answer was. He knew he hadn’t miscounted but still, he worked his way through the stack.

Nineteen cards.

It had been this way for a few days now but how long. He tried to remember. A missing card wasn’t tragic. They always seemed to come back eventually.

Only now, that wasn’t a certainty.

He began working his way through the stack but he knew every card he had and he already knew who was missing.

He finished working his way through the stack and he was right.

Shirley Submissive was gone.

The old man sat back and steepled his fingers. He didn’t just know the girls on his cards. He remembered each person who had purchased them.

This one was a man. Most of the time they were but not all the time. Slight of build, the old carny thought. Dark hair, almost black. He wore glasses and he had a pimply face. Yeah, he knew this man. Problem was, he had no idea how to find him.

There were ways to trace a card that had gone missing but they took time and time was something that was in short supply but there was another way.

The old carny looked around him before he crossed over to the fortune teller’s tent. “Allison,” he called out. “You in here, Allison.”

He could hear the grumbled reply from inside. “Where else would I be,” she said.

“I don’t know,” the old man said. “You might be out getting your pussy banged by some guy.”

“I think you got me confused with someone else,” the fortune teller said.

The man smiled a little knowing smile. “I don’t know about that,” the man said. “From what I saw last night, you never know. It might happen.”

What might happen, the fortune teller wondered.

“Listen,” the old man went on, “I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

“I don’t know,” the girl quipped. “I got all these customers lined up to see me. It’d be a shame to make them wait.”

It was, of course, a joke. No one was lined up to see her.

“Well if you’re busy,” the man joked back, “I can always come back later.”

The girl continued to play along. “Well, I don’t know,” she said. “I suppose I could make room for you in my busy schedule but what’s in it for me.”

“How about an ice cream sandwich?”

“Oh you sweet talker you.”

“I’ll even throw in a diet coke.”

“Ooooh. Now you’re talking. Make sure it’s the extra large size and you got yourself a deal.”

“Done.”

“So what do you want from me.”

“I seemed to have lost something and I was wondering if you could help me find it.”

“I’m not a real fortune teller, you know.”

“I know but I was thinking of something else.” The man took a seat across from the girl and then he put his little metal box on the table next to her crystal ball. “Now, let’s see what we can see in here.”

The girl looked and to her amazement, there actually did seem to be something moving inside the crystal ball. “Whoa,” she said. “That’s weird.”

“Yeah,” the man said. “What is?”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say my crystal ball really was magic.”

“Why? What do you see?”

“It’s ... it’s a girl. I can’t see much but I can tell she’s naked.”

“Really? Sounds interesting. What else can you tell me about her?”

“She’s standing up but her hands are tied and they’re pulled up over her head.”

“Really? Sounds uncomfortable.”

“I don’t think so,” the girl said.

“Yeah, and why not?”

“There’s a man there. I can’t see him all that clearly but he’s standing behind her. I think he has his hand on her ass.”

“Yeah, and so?”

“So I think she likes it.”

“She would.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Go on.”

“I think he’s spanking her and I think she wants some more.”

“Figures. Can you tell me where she is?”

The girl was still staring into the crystal ball. She shook her head. “I can’t see outside,” she said.

“Try,” the man said.

The girl stared into the crystal ball. “I ... I can’t,” she said. “I can’t see outside. Oh my gosh. He’s put something on one of her nipples. Oh my gosh. That looks like it hurts.”

“But where are they,” the man asked.

“I don’t know,” the girl said.

“Where are they,” the man asked again.

“I don’t know,” the girl whimpered. “Oh my gosh. Look what he’s doing to her now.”

“Where are they,” the man asked yet again.

“I ... I—” The girl’s voice changed into a monotone. “Elm Street,” the voice said. “Elm street. The only house that belongs there. Elm Street.”

The man was about to ask her again when he saw the girl blink. She shook her head as if to clear it and then she looked back at the man. “W-w-what just happened here,” she asked.

“Just a little experiment,” the man said.

“I don’t understand.”

The man smiled. “No, I don’t suppose you would, but let me tell you this, I think you’re a pretty good fortune teller.”

“Gee thanks.”

“Think nothing of it, and now I think I owe you an ice cream sandwich and an extra large Diet Coke.”

The man returned minutes later to pay off his debt and then he was on his way. Elm Street, he thought. It was his only clue but it was better than nothing.

As he made his way to where he was going, Captain Tommy couldn’t help but think about one thing. The card might be missing but it didn’t appear as if it had been stolen. The trick now was to get it back before it fell into the wrong hands.

Elm Street was a sleepy, little street. Houses dotted both sides of the street but which one was the one he was looking for. Again, there were ways of finding out. Again, they took time.

What was it the girl had said. The only house that belonged there. What the hell did that mean? One supposed one could start looking for mailboxes that said Krueger but that didn’t really seem to fit.

And that was when the man stopped. It couldn’t be as simple as that, could it? He looked up the street and back down the street. He looked at the house and he rubbed his chin. Maybe, he thought. Maybe that was it.

He’d already taken a step forward. He counted that as a good sign.

As far as he could tell, this was the only house on Elm Street that actually had an elm tree. He took another step forward. He could almost feel the card inside. He was sure now. This was the place.

He paused at the front door. He could feel it now. He knew where the card was. He entered the house.

Finding the basement wasn’t hard. The old man descended the steps.

The first thing he saw was her. She was there just like the fortune teller had said she would be, her arms bound together and pulled up over her head. In the darkened basement, the girl was bathed in light. Two wires ran up her legs, one attached to a patch on her front just below the waist, and the other one trailing off somewhere behind her. She was looking off to the right at a figure still in the darkness and she was moaning. “Please,” she moaned. “Please.”

“Please what,” said a male voice.

The girl whimpered but said nothing.

“I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself first,” the man said. “Now tell me what you want.”

“I ... I—”

“Come on, baby. You know what I want to hear. Do you want more power or less power.”

The girl was definitely whimpering now. She looked at the man and she blinked. I want m-m-more.”

“What’s that, baby,” the man said. “I don’t think I heard you. What’d you say. Do you want more stim ... or less.”

The girl moaned again.

“Come on, baby. You know what I want,” the man said. “All you gotta do is say the word.”

The girl whimpered and then her body shuddered.

“Did you just cum, baby,” the man said. “Did you just cum without my permission?”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry just ain’t going to cut it, babe. You gotta learn to mind your master.”

“I’m trying,” the girl said.

“I’m trying,” the man said. “I’m trying. Babe, I don’t want you to try. I want you to do. I want you to do just what I want you to do.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I know, but baby, that’s almost as bad as I’m trying. You’ve got to learn to do better.”

“I’m sor—”

“I know. You’re sorry, but let’s try it again from the top. Do you want more power or less power between your legs?”

“M-m-more,” she whimpered.

“What’s that, baby? You gotta say it like you mean it. What do you want?”

“More,” the girl said.

The man stepped into the light. He was holding a box in his hand. “That’s better, babe. Say it again.”

“More,” the girl said again.

“What do you want?”

“I want more,” the girl pleaded. “Give me more, please.”

The man thumbed a switch on the box and suddenly, the girl’s body jumped. Her back arched and she screamed out in pleasure. “Is this what you wanted,” the man asked.

The girl was totally incoherent as her body continued to take the assault.

“I’m proud of you,” the man said. “When you first came here, there’s no way you could have taken this much current between your legs but now look at you.”

The girl couldn’t say anything. She was too busy moaning to form coherent thoughts.

“I wonder if we should turn the juice up.”

The girl was in no shape to say everything. She’d already cum three times in the past couple of minutes and every time she seemed on the verge of being able to reestablish control over herself, her hot-wired pussy would cum all over again.

The man thumbed the switch on the box he was holding and the girl gasped. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah, you like that don’t you, baby.”

The best the girl could do was moan as her body was shook by one orgasm after another.

The man seemed content to just stand there and watch. As Captain Tommy watched, he could see the other man’s thumb linger over the switch.

Finally, the man keyed the switch again and this time, the power was backed off. The girl still moaned as tremors of sexual energy continued to ripple through her body but it was clear that for the moment at least, her body was being given a reprieve.

“Yeah, you liked that, didn’t you, babe?”

The girl moaned and then she gasped a rasping gasp. She moaned again before she could finally speak.

“I know you liked it,” the man said. “Now, you know what I want so why don’t you tell me what I want to hear.”

The girl moaned but then her eyes seemed to focus on the man. “I want you to fuck me,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me cum.”

The man grinned a knowing grin and Captain Tommy was sure the girl had said exactly what he’d expected her to say. “You sure about that,” the man taunted the girl. “You look pretty worn out there. Maybe you want to rest?”

“No,” the girl said quickly. “I don’t want to rest. I want to fuck.”

“I don’t know,” the man said.

“I don’t want to rest,” the girl said again. “I want to fuck.”

“Well, if you’re sure...”

“I want to fuck,” the girl said. “I want to fuck. I want you to fuck me. I want to fuck. I want you to fuck me, to use me. I want to fuck.”

The man laughed. “Well, okay. I guess you talked me into it.” The man thumbed another control on his box and suddenly there was slack in the wires that had pulled the girls hands up over her head. The man let the controller fall free and then he approached the girl. “So you want to fuck, do you?”

The girl moaned again. “I want to fuck.”

The man walked up behind the girl and Captain Tommy could see one of his hands stroke her ass. “I think you know what to do, baby.”

The girl bent at the waist and she wiggled her ass at the man. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me hard.”

There was no doubt what the man was sliding between her legs.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me good.”

The man slapped her ass. “Yeah, that’s right. Baby likes it when I do this,” the man said. “Baby likes it when I fuck her ass.”

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. I love it. Oh geez. I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass.”

“Yeah, little girl likes that,” the man taunted.

“I love it,” the girl moaned. “I love it. I love it. Oh geez. Fuck me in the ass.”

The man groaned. “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Oh yeah, I’m going to cum.”

“I want you to do it,” the girl pleaded. “I want you to do it. I want you to cum in my ass.”

The man groaned and there was no doubt about it. The man was cumming.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Oh yeah. It feels so good to have you cum in my butt.”

Captain Tommy had seen enough. The old man stepped out of the shadows and was seen by both the man and the woman at just about the same time.

The man looked up. “Who the fuck are you,” he asked.

“You don’t remember? I’m the one you got the card from.”

The man looked again. “Oh yeah, but what the fuck are you doing in my basement. Get the hell out of here.”

“Now, son, I really don’t think you want to be talking to me that way.”

“Why the fuck not? This is my home. Now, get out.”

“All right, but I’m taking the girl with me.”

“No you’re not. I bought her fair and square. She’s mine to do with as I see fit and besides, she wants to be here with me. She likes having me fuck her. If you don’t believe me, ask her yourself.”

“I’m trying to be nice about this, but sonny, you really don’t want to be arguing with me on this.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Are you saying you’re going to keep her?”

“Hell yeah I’m going to keep her.”

Captain Tommy walked up to the control box. “I see you like to play with electricity.” He picked up the box and he looked at the controls. “You ever tried it out on yourself or do you just like to use it on hapless women?”

“What the hell—”

It was as far as the man got because at that moment, Captain Tommy toggled a switch on the box.

“Hey,” the man shouted as he felt a jolt of electricity course over his body. It never occurred to him that there were no wires attached to his body. “Hey, what are you doing?”

Captain Tommy triggered another switch on the box and again the man jumped. “I suppose we could call this a lesson in manners. You need to watch that mouth of yours.”

“This isn’t funny, old man. Knock it off.”

“Well, that’s better, but can I leave with the girl?”

“No fucking way. She’s mine.”

“Wrong answer,” the old man said and once again his thumb toggled another of the controls on the box.

“Hey, cut that out.”

“Now, let’s see. What were you doing when I came in here. Something about putting a current across the genitals if I recall correctly.”

The other man started to look worried. “Now hold on—”

It was as far as he got because after that, he just started screaming as electricity coursed between his legs.

It stopped almost as quickly as it started. “I’m sorry,” the older man said. “That looked like it kind of hurt.”

“Fuck you,” the younger man said again.

Captain Tommy shook his head. “Some people just never learn,” and once again, the other man screamed out in pain.

Captain Tommy untied the girl. “It’s time for us to go, Shirl.”

“Are you going to leave him like that,” the girl asked.

Captain Tommy looked at the other man and shrugged. “It’ll stop when we leave,” he said. “Are you ready to go?”

The girl nodded.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve had to come rescue you,” the man said.

“I know,” the girl said ruefully, “but I just can’t help myself. Someone wants to tie me up and I just can’t help myself. I want him to do it.”

Captain Tommy nodded. “I know. You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t want it.”

The man turned and looked at the man writhing on the floor of the basement. “Next time, son, try and be a little nicer, okay,” and with that he turned and walked out. Once back out on Elm Street, he opened his box.

There were twenty cards, just like there should be.