The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A Manila Street Scene:

It wasn’t one of the congested main thoroughfares, but it was a fairly busy local street. The wide sidewalks to either side gave access to the many shops. One could get lunch at one the several food stands, or just a snack and a soda at the Sari-Sari store. A welding shop was next to a clothing store that was by the appliance repair shop, such was the diversity of commerce.

On a nearby side street the local teens were playing a game of pick-up badminton over a low strung power line. Others walked or rode in either the small motorcycles with sidecars known as tricycles, or the pedal powered smaller versions.

Above this scene, the buildings rose three and four floors above the street, giving the neighborhood something of a canyon feel. The upper floors were apartments of various sizes and the side of the buildings were a checkerboard of windows covered by a wooden latticework to protect them from typhoons.

Down on the street, a yellow cab had just dropped off a fare and the drive stepped out of his vehicle to get a bite to eat.

Before he got far from his cab, the bustling normalcy was shattered by a loud sound as one of the fourth floor windows exploded outward.

Thin splinters of wood and shattered glass flew around us as we fell. I saw the yellow roof of a taxi rushing up to meet us.

I landed face down atop him. My knees hit the edge of the roof and erupted in agony as they exploded, bending the wrong way, my feet becoming entangled with the wreckage. Between the crumpling vehicle and him breaking my fall a bit, I was stunned, but remained conscious.

I was too stunned, or maybe too focused to be amazed I was still alive.

Ignoring the pain in my legs, I groped for his throat, pretty sure that he hadn’t survived the landing, but unwilling to take any chances.

I heard someone screaming, well, shrieking, really.

My fingers found the back of his neck and my thumbs crossed over his windpipe.

I realized the screaming was coming from me.

I pulled his head up to look into his dead, staring eyes and my thumbs came together... just to be sure.

The next thing I knew I was staring up at the ceiling of an ambulance, my world was awash with pain. A face came into view and when the eyes of that face locked with mine, they widened in horror. I thought I heard some loud Tagalog, but it was difficult to discern as that annoying shrieking scream was back.

The attendant popped the cap off a syringe and a few moments later the pain ebbed slightly and the edges of my vision began to blacken. That darkness soon filled my vision as it segued into nothingness.

I awoke in a fiery bath of agony. I would have screamed again but there was a large tube shoved down my throat. There was a doctor in my field of vision, he was holding defibrillator paddles and looking at something I couldn’t see.

He looked down at me.

“Gising siya! (He’s awake!) sedative, sedative now!”

I was once again wrapped in a warm, comfortable blanket of give-a-shit that quickly faded into oblivion.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was on a comfortable bed in a dimly lit hospital room. A warm fugue of narcotics enveloped my senses. Nurses came in, doctors came in, I was poked, prodded and invaded and right about the time I began making sense of the world around me, they gave me another sedative and sent me off to dreamland.

The next morning my mind was clear enough that the doctors allowed two police inspectors to question me.

I had killed Collins in a very, very public manner, so it was natural the police would have some questions. I stuck as close to the truth as I could without letting the whole psychic cat out of the bag. That was the usual fallback plan. When something like this happens, our people will try to get to the tracker first, but I had been unconscious so there was no way to get the story straight. In that event—just tell them where you’ve been and what you’ve been doing and that you are just a guy trying to help find a friend of a friend who had gone missing, in this case, Jenny.

I told them I had traced her to Boracay and when I found her, the man who’d taken her had slipped away and killed Anna while I tried to help the other girls. I then followed him to Manila and killed him as he attacked yet another girl. That was as close to the truth as we could get.

It was how the council should have had it staged.

It was.

There would be no charges.

Right after the police left, Mac came in.

“Boy oh boy, you sure do take the cake, Hunter. I’ve thrown marks out of windows before, but I’ve never followed them down just to make sure.”

“And how many other jobs do you leave half done?... not to change the subject, but, how’s Elenita?”

Collins had been deep into her mind when I interrupted him—and I had killed him rather abruptly. I hoped there had been no mental blowback.

“He didn’t hurt her, not physically—but she’s not unscathed either.”

“What do you mean?”

He had an odd look, almost pained.

“Best I can figure is that he was trying to find out about you... mining her memories for everything she knew about you... and then you came in... and... let’s just say you went out the window with him in more ways than one.”

“By that you mean?”

That pained look returned.

“She doesn’t know you.”

“What?”

“Every memory of you is gone—died when he did.”

“Nothing?”

“She knows me, what I am, what we do, but as far as she’s concerned, the first inkling she’s ever had that you existed was when you busted through her door.”

“Have you told her?”

“Not yet—figured that was yours to do. Empaths says there’s no danger to it, but there’s also no guarantee she’ll fall in love with you again.”

It had been a stroke of sheer luck she’d fallen for me the first time, and we were both different people now. Of course I could help things along with a few mind tricks and she would love me again.

But I knew what her real love felt like and some cheap, imitation love could not compare.

More to the point, it wouldn’t be fair to her.

Then again...

Would that really matter if it came down to it?

If she didn’t fall in love with me, would I be able to resist the temptation? Would I eventually decide that even though imitation love could not compare with the real thing, it would be better than no love at all?

We could try for a little while. Maybe she would fall in love with me again... but if not... could I possibly stay out of her head, allow her to move on and perhaps come to love someone else?

Shit... that was a left turn even I could see coming a mile off.

Besides, I’d made a deal to accept whatever fate came my way if only the bastard would die before I did—he’d held up his side of the bargain, it was only right I did the same.

Of course, I thought it would my life that was forfeit, not Elenita’s love.

In many ways, that was worse than death.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking it might be best to leave it alone.”

“Leave it...? Do you know how rare it is for one of us to fall in love? Hell—I thought it was whatever they did to us... turns out it’s just me... you had it and maybe you can have it again, but not if you don’t give it a chance.”

“I had it and I still have it, I still love her, but I couldn’t take it if she didn’t...”

“Why wouldn’t she? She’s loved you for over two years.”

“She ‘fell in love’ with me two years ago. We’re both very different people now. Without those memories... who’s to say the girl she is now will fall in love the guy I am now? Besides, now she has a chance for a normal relationship without any regrets. It may even be best if I don’t see her at all.”

That’s right, deep down, I’m a coward, or maybe I didn’t trust myself to stay out of the left turn lane for even a few minutes.

He glanced at the door with a grimace.

“What is it?”

“Well... you see, I knew you were going to do something stupid like this, so I got here early in order to talk some sense into you.”

“She’s right outside the door, isn’t she?”

“But those damned cops kept asking question after question, I thought those bastards would never leave.”

“Mac.”

“Yes, Goddammit, she’s right outside the fucking door. I asked her to give me a minute.”

He went to door, then paused with his hand on the knob.

“Just so you know, I think this is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done—and believe me, you’ve done some things that were pretty fucking stupid.”

Once again, she was even more beautiful than I had remembered.

“Thank you, Mac.” She said as she came through the door, giving him an affectionate squeeze of the hand.

She regarded me for a long moment, a small smile lighting up the room. My heart leaped, then shattered as it remembered her love for me was gone.

“I was happy to hear you are going to live, Mr. Hunter.” Her smile faded. “I heard what happened to Anna, and that other girl. I know what that man was and what you do... I owe you a debt I can never...”

“I was just doing my job.”

I left off the “ma’am” but Mac rolled his eyes anyway.

“I... I know that, Mr. Hunter, I just wanted to tell you if there is anything...”

It was painful to see her, knowing that what once was, would never be again.

“I’m just glad you’re okay, and now, Ms. Gomez, I’m sure you have better things to do than stand around in a stinky hospital.”

I had to get her out of there before I started to cry.

“I... I do have a class soon, but I could...”

“Go to your class, Ms. Gomez, leave this room, go to your class, earn your degree and have a happy life. That is how you can thank me.”

I was trying for detached professionalism, but the tone came out much more like brusque fuckwadishness.

She seemed at a loss for words. I knew she was confused, and hurt.

“O... okay... I... I will just...”

Mac took her arm and steered her towards the door.

“Betsie’s waiting downstairs, why don’t you go wait with her and then we can give you a ride. You and she can pass time talking about what an asshole this one is.”

As soon as the door closed, he turned slowly.

“You know you’re like a son to me, and I will always love you. But right now, I don’t like you very much.”

Yeah? Well, get in line...

It was nearly six months before I was ready to leave the hospital. A few surgeries and my legs were spared, though they would be in braces the rest of my life.

Mac got over it and I was expected to complete my recovery at his place in Maylasia. He had stayed in Manila the entire time. He wasn’t worried about his business, even though his right hand woman, Betsie was with him. He had a dozen just like her back in Malaysia, fully capable of running the business without him. Hell, they did that even when he was present. He was always preoccupied with his toys, which mainly consisted of fast boats, sexy women and strong intoxicants.

Once my puncture wounds had mended and the knees healed up from the surgeries, the real work began.

The physical therapy was brutal and I didn’t see the point since I would never be out of the braces—but the doctors insisted and the twins instituted an incentive program that made the effort worthwhile.

But even sex wasn’t what it once was—the world had gone a bit gray.

There was the ever present emptiness deep in the core of my being.

The day I was released, both he and Betsie were acting odd. I put up with it until we got into the elevator.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?”

Mac looked uncomfortable. “What do you mean?”

I hooked a thumb at Betsie, “This one will look anywhere but right at me, and you haven’t said a single curse word all morning.”

Betsie looked at her boss. “It’s too late to do anything about it.”

“Too late to do anything about what?”

Mac shrugged, “Elenita’s waiting downstairs.”

“Jesus, Mac... you know I can’t bear to see her... Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We didn’t tell you,” chimed Betsie with her own special brand of snark, “because we knew you’d be a pussy about it.”

“Now, Betsie, I think we’ve already figured out he isn’t a pussy, just an idiot. She didn’t tell me what she wanted, just that she needed to see you. Shit, Hunter, at least consider it a chance to apologize for the fucked up bullshit you pulled last time you fucking saw her.”

The elevator dinged and the doors started to slide open.

“At least I can ‘fucking’ believe you now.”

She was seated on one of the benches that lined with wide front walk.

Betsie pushed me up to her and set the brakes.

“There, he’s yours for however long it takes him to unlock the brakes and wheel away.”

Betsie moved away, Elenita looked at me with a lovely warm smile.

My heart broke, just a little more.

“I am happy to see you recover so well, Mr. Hunter, tapos, you will still have a difficult time, you will need a trained nurse for a while, di ba?... I would like to go with you, and do that for you.”

God, she was a sight for sore eyes. Just seeing that smile again filled me with joy. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to bring her along. I couldn’t make her love me, not like she used to, but I could have her regard me very positively. She would develop an interest in getting to know me and maybe nature would take it’s course.

What the fuck?

For a guy dreading a left turn, I was pretty damn quick to reach for the blinker.

“Mr. Hunter?”

“Ms. Gomez, I told you before, I don’t need, or want, you to do anything”

I couldn’t stay another minute. My desire for her, my need for her was so desperate I couldn’t trust myself.

My fingers fumbled for the brake locks.

Her smile melted and she looked on the verge of tears.

I freed the wheels and turned to go.

She sprang to her feet.

“Please, stop... you must let me go with you... I am begging to you!”

That was the one thing I couldn’t allow, but she sounded so desperate. I turned back to her.

“Why?”

Her eyes were filling up.

“Because... I... I have to find out.”

“Find out what?”

Tears began to stream.

“Hindi ko alam! (I don’t know!)” Her weeping eyes pleaded with the desperation of a person putting it all out there. “Mr. Hunter... I... I do not know you... I do not know what kind of man that you are... I do not know anything about you... tapos... Since I meet you... I know... that I love you. I know that I love you with all of my heart. So, please, Mr. Hunter, please let me come with you so that I may find out why.”

Can it be enough to say...

And We All Lived Happily Ever After.