The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Gentlemen, I’m glad you were able to make it today. I know you’re all busy men, so I’ll keep this brief.”

There were eleven men at the conference table, not counting Director Hubber. All were powerful, influential men within their respective organizations. The lowest ranking man was a mid level operative, albeit a skilled one whose star was clearly on the rise. The highest was the chief of his own organization. Each had a great deal of sway in the controller world. Each had been in serious long term contact with the Brotherhood.

“You have all been privy to a great many secrets,” said the Director, “and I believe you have all benefited greatly from our association. Now it’s time to take it to the next level. I’ll be frank with you, gentlemen, the time for half measures and backroom dealing is at an end. You are here for one reason and one reason only. Are you in, or out?”

An elderly Russian man halfway down the right side of the table rose to speak.

“I will not insult your intelligence by assuming we are the only people you speak to,” he spoke slowly, accent thick and heavy. “but spies or no, this plan of yours is madness.”

“I would not have gathered you all here if I wasn’t fully confident in it.”

“No,” the Russian said. He was speaking quicker now, voice starting to rise, “I am grateful for your help. The girls you train made me a wealthy man, but to think you can go against the Guardians.”

“Not at all, Dmitri, I assure you that—”

“And if you have spies, so what? Half of them are bitches anyways, same with my own council. You think those cunts will follow you? Follow the Brotherhood?”

“More than you think, my friend, which leads me to my next demonstration, if you will bear with me for a moment.”

Dmitri sat down, apparently willing to at least hear the director out. Hubber pressed a button on the conference room phone, and spoke into the intercom.

“Get in here, slut.”

That was her signal. It was unnecessary. Elizabeth had been watching the entire thing, rendering the intercom completely needless. Appearances mattered, though, and even if she had disagreed, it wasn’t her place to question master.

Soon after, she stepped through the conference room doors.

The stares from the assembled men made all her preparations worth it. She’d gotten up early today in order to ensure her hair and makeup were perfect for just this moment. Her body was wrapped in a bright blue silk dress that clung to her curves. It was an elegant look, one that Master Hubber thought would go over well with these men. First impressions were important, and Elizabeth hoped that she would do well for her masters.

She stood at the head of the room, posing for her audience. There were one or two gasps of recognition. She had dealt with several of them before. Marcus Cooper was looking particularly intent as he stared across the room. He had once run the largest prostitution ring in the country. Then they started taking their girls from Temple territory. It was clear that he remembered Elizabeth’s role in bringing destroying his gang.

“Strip,” Hubber said.

Elizabeth stretched back behind as she reached for the closure on the dress. With a coy shrug, the dress billowed down to the floor. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Though she made it look effortless, that motion had taken an entire night of practice before she could get it right. The first couple tries had been a mess of awkward pulls and tugs, but she’d practiced until it flowed like a work of art.

“Yes, yes,” said Dmitri, “we all know that you have a fine taste in girls, but—”

“I know that slut,” interrupted Cooper, “and if you could bring that bitch down a peg, I’m in. But I better get a go at her.”

“Very well,” said Dmitri, a bit more intrigued now, “but so what. This is hardly the first time we’ve captured an uppity rival.”

“Show him,” said Director Hubber.

They had discussed this before, and Elizabeth knew what to do. She reached out with her mind, pushing against Dmitri’s shields. Despite his seeming frailty, the old man was instantly alert. Elizabeth quickly backed off. There were murmurs in the room now, as the gathered men were amazed at seeing a slave maintain her powers.

“The game has changed, gentlemen,” said Hubber.

“If you care to take a look inside her, just a look for now, mind you, you will see that there is no visible trace of influence.” Elizabeth let her defenses slip away, and felt the crawling sensation insider her skull. She didn’t mind. They were trusted guests of her masters. There was nothing she would refuse them if her masters willed it

Dmitri leaned back, satisfied by the demonstration.

“Very well, then,” he said, “I am listening.”

“Welcome to the San Angeles Community Center. We hope you enjoy your stay with us.”

It was all Lisa could do to avoid laughing at the pleasant sounding voice over the speakers. A mall. They’d really hidden their offices inside of a mall.

It was so absurd as to be almost unbelievable. The place was dripping with passive suggestions, of course. The Brotherhood weren’t the sort to let any opportunity slip away. The effects were subtle, but anyone walking through here without solid shielding, especially the normals who were just here to shop and have a good time, would come away changed.

She did have to compliment the building’s designer, though. The atrium was quite tasteful. Through the ubiquitous panes of glass, the morning sunlight shone down on the carefully cultivated trees lining the paths. Burbling fountains and artificial streams ran throughout.

Lisa’s skin crawled. This place was evil, all the more so for its deceptive beauty. She hated being here, but there was little choice. Conrad hadn’t been the smoking gun they’d hoped for. Even after Jessica got him under control, he hadn’t known much. No idea where the Temple captives were being held, no great secrets that would get them help. He hadn’t been a complete dud, though. If he didn’t have what they needed, he at least had some ideas of where to get it.

Truth be told, what little hope they had depended on him. There was no way she’d make it inside without the credentials he’d forged. Better still was the network password he’d provided. That was their only hope right now. Even if he hadn’t paid much attention to the Brotherhood intrigues, he still had access to their private network. All she needed was access to a restricted terminal and she’d be able to search to her heart’s content.

“Come on, lighten up Carly,” said a young teen off to Lisa’s right. The speaker had a shrill, high pitched voice that carried above the background noise. Lisa glanced towards the speaker. There were a group of them, teen girls milling about outside a clothing store. Lisa didn’t recognize the shop. It might just be a new brand, Lisa hadn’t been paying much attention during her training, and fashion could change quickly. She didn’t think so, though. No respectable brand would advertise the clothes their mannequins wore.

Looking at the group, it was easy to guess which was Carly. Her clothes weren’t exactly modest, per se, but even normal teenage clothes set her apart here. She was looking hesitantly at the store, while the other girls tried to convince her to go inside. The speaker herself was dressed in a skintight tube top that didn’t quite reach down to a pair of shorts that looked like they’d been painted on.

“They’re just so, so slutty.” Carly blushed when she remembered what the others were wearing, and tried to stammer out an apology.

“Gawd, Jolie, your cousin is such a prude,” said one of the other girls, rolling her eyes and stomping a heeled foot. “Let’s ditch her and go shopping.”

“I told mom I’d watch her. She’s just nervous,” said Jolie. Then she leaned in and whispered to her cousin. Curious, Lisa reached out quickly and listened in through Carly.

“Besides,” Jolie whispered to her cousin, “there’s times you want to feel a little slutty, right?”

Carly flushed. The ambient commands were starting to work. Her will was already caving, and Lisa could tell she was having a hard time remembering why she’d objected so strongly. Lisa thought about helping her, but there wasn’t much she could do. Even if she could turn back the effect, it would be back as soon as Lisa left. Short of shielding her constantly, and accepting the unwanted attention that would bring, Lisa was powerless to help. Feeling guilty, Lisa withdrew her probe and left them to their shopping. The stakes for her friends were a lot worse than a mere change in wardrobe. She had to focus.

Lisa’s skin prickled as she continued walking. Somehow, she hated this place even more. Poor Carly. Having a face to put with the Brotherhood’s controls made the building more sinister than before.

“Beg for it bitch.”

“Oh god, please stick that huge cock in me.”

Elizabeth was face first on top of a table, ass raised in the air. After the conference, the guests were to be entertained while they made up their mind. For the meantime, Elizabeth had been given to Antoine Jacobs. He was one of those who’d had a run in with the Temple, but not with her personally. Those ones, Master Hubber had decided, could wait until they’d proven their loyalty. Though she would never have disagreed with her master’s orders, she was glad that Cooper hadn’t been chosen today. He was a petty and vicious man, which was his right of course, but she’d still prefer to avoid him unless her masters willed otherwise.

“I don’t think you want it enough.”

He rubbed his cock against her, teasing around the opening. She knew what he wanted to hear, but more importantly, she wanted to say it.

“Please!” she begged, “I need it so bad.”

“I’ll bet you do, slut.”

Of all the parts she loved about belonging to the Brotherhood, this was her favorite. Being used, being dominated was so fucking hot. She didn’t understand how she’d ever lived without it.

“Yes, god yes I’m a slut. Please, fuck this dirty slut.”

And so he did.

“Mhhmmm... Can I see your ID again please?”

Lisa held out the fake ID, supposedly belonging to one Megan Jones, a fledgling researcher. That identity had been built up over the past couple days, though the actual documents had been purchased by a friend of Jessica’s. The ID should be ok. It was the access pass that worried her. That had been a quick forgery by Conrad, though it seemed professional enough to her.

The guard looked back and forth at it, then handed the documents back. Lisa held her elation in check. “Megan Jones” had no reservations about her credentials. Lisa held on more tightly to the decoy, trying to let its reactions through. Granted, the bookish Megan wasn’t one to feel comfortable in strange places and around foreign people, but that just gave a cover if her own nervousness slipped through.

“Alright, everything seems to be in order, Miss Jones,” he said in a bored but professional voice. “One last thing. I’m going to need you to let me look inside for a moment.”

“I’m certainly not going to drop my shields.” She said.

“Don’t need you to go that far, just let a simple read only probe through to verify your identity.”

“Well, I don’t know—” she stalled, as much prompted by her nervous decoy persona as herself.

“Sorry ma’am, but at your clearance, this part is mandatory.”

Damn you, Conrad, Lisa thought. He must have known about this part, and hadn’t said a thing. A high enough clearance would be tough to fake, but now a lot was riding on that decoy.

“If I have to, I guess,” she said.

The small probe tapped slightly on her shields. Lisa scanned it. As far as she could tell, it was as he said. The probe was a small packet of energy, bound to a specific purpose. It was possible to get a read on that purpose, but even small ones like this were complicated. Without a lot more time and experience, she couldn’t be sure, but it certainly looked like it was what he’d promised.

Anyways, it was only hitting the decoy, so the risk was limited. The probe passed through the momentary gap in her shields, and entered the decoy’s mind space. As was customary, a second shield kept it from delving too deep into long term memories. In Lisa’s case, it wasn’t about privacy so much as hiding the fact that there were no long term memories.

After a cursory search, the probe left. Lisa still wasn’t happy about letting the probe inside, but at least it was gone now. Fortunately, the guard was convinced.

“Alright miss, here’s your visitor’s badge.”

He handed her the flimsy plastic pass, which she clipped to her jacket. With a brief thanks, she went inside.

“That was incredible,” said Elizabeth as she pulled her dress back onto her body. She had already helped the man dressed, copping a few feels and adding a polite whine as he pulled on his underwear. The man took great pride in his prowess, and loved the idea of making a Temple agent submit to his ‘huge powerful cock’. It wasn’t all for show. Elizabeth’s body was wired for pleasure. Every act of service reinforced her obedience and subservience.

That was as it should be. Anything that made her more obedient to her masters was right and proper, but Antoine certainly wouldn’t care to hear that. Let him have his illusions of special prowess. It would serve her masters’ purpose. At any rate, it was time to move on. Her masters had a full day planned.

“If you are ready, sir, could you please follow me?”

Something was off, but Lisa couldn’t quite put her finger on it. So far as she could tell, everything was going perfectly. The unease Lisa had been dealing with all day had dissipated. For the first time, she actually felt good about this plan. Everything was going smooth, and she felt great about it. Perhaps it was because she was away from those depressing suggestions the Brotherhood had everywhere in the common space. Yes, that must be it. It was nice to finally relax, after that annoying ordeal. It was good to finally be safe.

A sign was up ahead, pointing as the corridor branched out. Library to her right, Processing and Conference straight ahead. She was supposed to go to the library, but there was something about processing that caught her attention. She should go there. But why?

Maybe Conrad was wrong, maybe they were held here. That must be it. If she went to processing, perhaps she would find them all and end this here and now. She’d like for it to be finished.

Lisa moved in a daze, her surroundings blurring out of focus as she walked. Everything slipped away as her destination crowded out her other thoughts. A small part of her protested, but she couldn’t understand why.

Focused on her all important destination, she didn’t notice the others until she bumped into them. Blinking, she looked up at the man she had run into.

He was not a young man. His grey hair and lined face told the tale of someone passing out of middle aged and into the ranks of the elderly. His expression was confident and unyielding, the look of a man used to respect and unwilling to settle for less. Next to him was an attractive young woman, well dressed despite the amount of skin her clothing exposed.

“Watch where you are walking,” he said in a thick accent. Lisa mumbled a few words of apology and tried to walk around him. She had to reach the processing center.

A heavy hand came down on her shoulder, and Lisa found herself spun around. The man holding her did not look happy.

“I will not accept such disrespect. There must be consequences,” he said, “You will service me now.” He gestured between his legs as he said it.

“What?” Lisa asked, stumbling over the words. “I have to go—”

“No arguments, get to work.”

This was wrong. She didn’t want this. She had to go. Had to get to processing. There was something else she had to do, but Lisa couldn’t quite remember what.

“But, but, here?” She looked towards the woman. Surely she would understand. The woman looked down at Lisa’s visitor badge. Whatever she saw, it didn’t impress her.

“This man is an honored guest. You will do as he says immediately,” she told Lisa. To back up her words, she reached her mind out towards Lisa. Seconds later, Lisa found herself on her knees, reaching for his zipper. Her hand went inside, pulling out his hardening member.

Lisa’s mouth began to water. That cock looked so tasty all the sudden. She couldn’t wait to get it inside her mouth.

“You’re welcome,” the woman whispered in her ear. “A little present from me, to make this easier.”

Lisa would have nodded her thanks, but her head was otherwise occupied.

Elizabeth guided Antoine down the hall. They were on their way to lunch. The Brotherhood had every intention of wining and dining their guests until everyone was so thoroughly impressed that they would eagerly agree to help.

Though she was going with, Elizabeth would not be getting any of the meal. It would be wasted on the likes of her. Along with the other escorts, she would be part of the service. In more ways than one, if Antoine’s stamina held up. From what she’d seen so far, she expected it would.

As they left the conference wing, Elizabeth came across Dmitri getting sucked off by some random girl in the hall. She looked over to Maddy, Dmitri’s escort, and shot a quick thought at her.

“Everything going ok?“

“Yep, just had to put some careless little thing in her place.“

“Any trouble?“

“Girl was half zoned out when she bumped into us. No trouble here.“

“Glad to hear it, see you at lunch.“

They said their goodbyes as she continued moving down the hall. Throughout the conversation, she kept pace with Antoine, who hadn’t bothered stopping. There was something about the girl that kept bugging Elizabeth. A nagging feeling that she’d seen her before somewhere. Elizabeth looked back, but was too down the hall to get a good look. She could always go back, but that would mean leaving Antoine, and could hardly abandon her duty over an idle curiosity.

Still, she reached her mind back and took a quick look inside the girl’s head. What she found was unremarkable. Just a sheltered little researcher sent here on some pointless errand. Granted, the Brotherhood made a point of maintaining a very solid institution. For at least a couple subjects, the Brotherhood had the best sources in the region, but it took a certain kind of naivety for a young woman to walk into here alone.

Or a lot of power and confidence, but this one didn’t appear to have much of either. Looked like the silly little thing was marked as she came in, and got caught in the disarmament trap. It was a nice trap, Elizabeth had seen it in action before, but it was only really effective on someone unsure and nervous. Get them inside, away from the noisy public suggestions for a few minutes, then sneak in a tiny hint that everything was safe. That surge of relief had a nasty habit of getting people to put their guard down, and it looked like it had worked here.

Oh well. No one that she knew after all. She was a little disappointed her hunch had been wrong, but it didn’t matter too much. The way that girl’s mind was clouded up, she’d belong to the Brotherhood soon enough.

Lisa licked her lips, seeing if anything was left on them. To her disappointment, there was none, thought the aftertaste still lingered in her mouth. She stood up, straightening her rumpled clothes.

Ok, now what was it she’d been doing when she’d been so pleasantly interrupted? Oh yeah, processing. That name elicited a shiver. Why had she wanted to go there? Lisa couldn’t quite remember. It was important, but the reason escaped her.

Well, that was where they made slaves, wasn’t it? Then she must want to go there and become a slave, right? That didn’t sound quite right, but at the same time it did. Oh boy did it.

There was something else though. Something important if she could just remember what. Something about friends, friends that were Brotherhood slaves. Did she want to join them? Maybe that was why she had to go to processing. That didn’t sound right, but it did mean that she’d get to be a slave, and that was something she wanted.

Wasn’t it?

Damn that man and his juicy cock for interrupting her. If he hadn’t, then she’d already be on her way there. Instead, she was standing here all confused. Why was it so hard to think? Everything was fuzzy, especially through that blasted decoy. Well, she’d be ok if she just dropped it a few seconds so that she could figure everything out.

As the decoy fell, the thick layer of conditioning vanished. Lisa’s eyes widened and she put a hand to her mouth as she leaned against the wall. She was consumed with horror at what almost happened. Then she realized that her shields were still mostly down, and hurried to slam them back into place. Protected by that thick insulating barrier, her thoughts were a lot quieter.

She shook as the shock washed over her. It was all so real. In the atrium, she thought that she’d understood the dangers, but she hadn’t faced them, not really. For a moment back there, she’d been staring face to face with destruction, and she’d blinked. Blinked big time.

The only small mercy was that the influence went away once the decoy did. Most of it, anyways. You couldn’t saturate a decoy so heavily and expect it to have no effect on the mind underneath. Even now, there was still a pull towards the processing center. A little sliver of her mind told her that she should infiltrate there, and maybe she’d find what she was looking for. That was a rationalization, a self delusion stemming from the part of her mind that wanted to be enslaved.

Ugh, that thought should not make her so weak kneed and wet, but it did. Oh boy it did. It wouldn’t be that terrible would it? She was young and attractive, and if today was any indication she’d probably get to suck lots of—ok, she thought, you know what? We’re not going to go there.

Once a new decoy was in place, it was a little easier. If she let the clean decoy run things, it took the edge off of the needs running through her own mind.

She made it to the library without further incident and settled in. The room was expansive and well lit. Large windows above the third story ceiling lit the reading tables with comfortable natural light. As an alternative to the tables, there were a variety of soft looking chairs on the other side of the room. After her experience earlier today, Lisa certainly didn’t trust that comfort, so she chose a table.

There were a number of others milling about the room. Many had laptops out, though others were satisfied with books either at a table or couch. A few were even stretched out on a couch for a nap, though Lisa couldn’t imagine trusting this place that much. Most of them were male, though there was the occasional woman. Most of those were older, with hard eyes and intent focus. Lisa wondered if there were supposed to be others, ones that had fallen to that trap the way she did but hadn’t escaped.

The archive room was over in the corner, just past a small desk. Lisa had chosen her own seat so that she could keep an eye on it. The desk was manned by a bored looking young man. He was slightly overweight, and skimming a book. It didn’t look like he got very many visitors. The room behind him was her goal. There were a number of places that housed the Brotherhood’s private terminals, but few so accessible. She could believe it. That guy didn’t look like much of a guard, but even so she’d have to be careful. Anything overt would be noticed by the others here, and could end her mission then and there. Maybe stealth, but it was impossible to get past the desk without entering his vision, and surely he wasn’t that absentminded.

For now, she would have to watch and wait.

Lisa went through the motions of her research, sifting through lengthy tomes and dry journal articles. She was surprised to see how many were from the Brotherhood. They’d never really struck her as being at the forefront of research, but apparently they had some sharp minds among them. To her frustration, the man stayed at his desk, locking the door behind him the one time he got up to take a break.

She was beginning to despair, but soon she had other problems. Out of the corner of her mind, Lisa noticed a young man staring at her. Wondering if they were on to her, Lisa tried her best to ignore it and act like she was busy reading. No good, the man got up a couple seconds later and came over to her. Lisa tensed. If they’d caught her, she wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“What’cha doin?” he asked when he got near. He was average height, though a bit on the lanky side. He had bright red-orange hair. The face between his slightly too large ears was dotted with freckles. Up close, Lisa realized that he was young. Probably at least a year or two younger than she was. A trainee, then. Not someone they’d send against her if she’d been caught. Unless it was a test for him, and he had backup just out of sight.

Lisa launched into an explanation of her research, regurgitating the details she’d drilled into her head beforehand along with everything she’d picked up the last hour or so. He actually looked interested in what she was saying. More interested than Lisa, though she pretended otherwise. In fact, she was worried that she’d get to the end of her shallow veneer of expertise, but he cut in before that could happen.

“So, um, maybe you ought to take a break. I mean, we could take a break together, that is,” he stumbled over the words. She could tell that he was aiming for confidence, but he didn’t pull it off at all. He was visibly nervous, and clearly not used to this sort of thing. It was almost endearing, in a way.

But when she tried to decline, he reached out to her mind and she remembered just what organization he was working for. He was ok. Not terribly strong, and definitely untrained, but not totally incompetent. Lisa could have defeated him easily, or at least defended herself well enough to quietly discourage him.

Her cover identity could not.

He pushed through the decoy’s defenses. It was a struggle for him, but a surmountable one. Those were the defenses of a scholar, not a trained agent, and Lisa had thought herself really clever when she made sure of that distinction.

Then he was in her thoughts. Agreeability. Desire.

There were ways to ignore the state of a decoy. Lisa had trained on them, but she wasn’t good enough to totally shunt them aside. Worse, she’d been leaning on her decoy to help set aside the nagging little compulsions the Brotherhood had snuck inside earlier. So when his own suggestions made it into the decoy, they hit hard.

“Ok,” she said as she stood, leaving behind her books and papers.

He led her into an unused study room. The door was barely closed before he was on her, pawing at her breasts.

“Slowly,” she said, worried that he’d tear something in his fumbling. Though her own desire was largely due to his interference, she wanted him nonetheless. How strange it was to suddenly be the older, more experienced one.

The jacket and blouse came off with minimal fuss, but she had to help him with the bra. Lisa was aching with need. His mental suggestions were as overeager as the fingers anxiously pawing at her breasts. You’d think he’d never seen a pair of tits before, Lisa thought while watching his expression. From the Brotherhood’s reputation, she’d have expected him to have easy access to all the brainwashed women he wanted. Maybe not until he finished training and was a full member?

Unable to wait any longer, Lisa tore off her panties and reached her own eager hands towards his belt. No fondling was needed to get this one hard. He was solid as a rock from the moment she pulled it out.

He didn’t last long. After barely more than a minute of frantic pumping, and he came inside her. That was no good. She was barely getting started, and the need he’d planted in her wasn’t even close to slaked. It was no use, he was already going soft. That just wasn’t fair. She tried stroking him back up, but he wasn’t ready to get hard quite yet.

Clearly embarrassed by his quick performance, he blushed while he said, “Say, let’s go down to processing together. They told me that if I brought one in I could keep it. Wouldn’t you like that?”

Lisa entertained the thought. Between the lingering commands from earlier and her aching, unsatisfied need, the idea was more tempting than she’d care to admit. But no, she wasn’t so far gone yet. It seemed this was going to get ugly after all. If his earlier insistence was any indication, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, but she couldn’t afford to let him have his way this time, no matter how pleasant the thought was.

She readied herself, preparing to drop the decoy at the first sign of interference. It never came.

Instead, a shrill, persistent beep broke the moment between them.

“Oh crap,” he said, rushing to where he’d left his pants. He fished into his pocket and pulled out the ringing smart phone.

“Crap crap crap crap crap,” he said, before pressing something that ended the noise. “I’ve got to go. Oh crap, I’m already running late.”

He pulled up his pants, trying to get them on properly. His fingers fumbled as the buckle of his belt, failing to clasp it the first two attempts.

“So, I’ll be back in like, an hour and a half. You’ll wait for me, right?” He stammered, puppy dog eyes looking hopeful. It was almost comical, but the effect was dashed by the memory of him eagerly planning to enslave her. The phone beeped again, and he didn’t wait for her answer as he dashed out the door.

Good thing that was averted, though she wished he’d gotten her off first. For a second, Lisa thought about finding someone to finish what he’d started, but caught herself. That was a needless complication she couldn’t afford. Oh well, if she couldn’t get off, then she’d get rid of these impulses the boring way.

Before she could strip away the decoy, however, a thought came to Lisa. A way she could fulfill two needs at once.

“Um, can I help you?” said the portly young man behind the desk. By the look of him, his day hadn’t gotten any more interesting. Lisa was about to change that.

“Yes, yes you can,” she said. Swaying her hips, she slipped past the counter, moving close to him.

“Wh-what do you need?”

“I think you know,” she said. She must have been a sight. Despite her efforts, the jacket and blouse were slightly torn. Sitting askew after she’d haphazardly replaced them. Her careful hair style had become unkempt, and Lisa allowed the lust to show plainly on her face.

He scanned her mind. He wasn’t so bored as to forget her training, but thanks to her would be master Lisa’s decoy had a head full of obvious need. Lisa put her hand to his lap, and his reaction told her he was interested in meeting those needs.

“But not out here,” she said, “somewhere a bit more private.”

“I’m not really supposed to,” he said. Lisa pouted, “but who’s going to care if I’m gone for a few minutes?”

Lisa actually got off this time. A welcome relief. What she was really looking for, though, was his own climax. The wait wasn’t long, and Lisa was ready.

Dropping her decoy, Lisa struck him with the full brunt of her power in his moment of vulnerability. There was a brief flash of confusion as he sensed the change in her, but he didn’t realize what happened before unconsciousness took him.

Without the decoy, Lisa was free of the unnatural need, and wrinkled her nose in disgust at the dripping juices mingling between her legs. The sad part was, she was almost growing used to it. Or maybe that was from the conditioning that had slipped past her decoy.

There was no time to clean up. He wouldn’t be down for long. Even if he didn’t rise soon, someone would eventually notice him missing. The archive room wasn’t large. There were a few filing cabinets, but apparently the bulk of the records were digital. The terminal was perched atop a flimsy looking table towards the back corner of the room. The surface was cluttered, with papers strewn about. Lisa looked at them, but there was nothing particularly promising. The terminal was at a login screen, and Lisa hoped that the password actually worked.

It did, and soon after she was greeted by an open desktop. There was no time to search, but they had anticipated that. Reaching into her torn jacket, Lisa pulled out the flash drive she’d brought with her. There was a backup program, normally used for routine work, but with a little configuration it would dump all the data she could handle onto that memory stick.

Changing the program took another password, but Conrad had reluctantly provided that as well. He wasn’t supposed to have it, he’d admitted, but he’d gotten it somehow and saved it in case he ever needed it. This wasn’t the way he’d imagined it, but Lisa couldn’t think of a better use.

While the data was copying, Lisa turned back around. The Brotherhood clerk was lying where she’d left him. Lisa giggled a little, despite herself. She hadn’t bothered to dress him after they were finished, and his pants were still bunched up around his ankles with his cock dangling out. The traitorous part of her was tempted. Just one little lick.

Ignoring that, Lisa did her best to tweak his memory. It was tricky work. She had to alter it enough to prevent suspicion, but not so much that anyone realized he was changed. In the end, it didn’t take that much work. Apparently, he was low on the totem pole, and assigned to desk duty here as a bit of punishment. Like the boy from earlier, his access to the Brotherhood’s women was pretty restricted. With just a bit of tweaking, she enhanced his memory of their time together, so that it took on a slightly larger than life impression in his mind. Not to the point of suspicion, she hoped, but good enough that a tired man might fall asleep afterwards.

Oh, and the memory of her face had to go. She could always replace it by extending the memory of her breasts. Guys always went for those. His pants had to go on as well. Distasteful as it was to touch him, she didn’t want his slumber to appear too sudden.

Then it was just a matter of waiting until the drive copied.

“I’m quite tired of hearing about your wastrel son, Director Meyer. Can we please stay on topic?” Director Hubber was visibly agitated. Elizabeth could tell that he was growing impatient. This meeting of the directorate was supposed to be about the success of their most recent alliance, a success Elizabeth took a great deal of pride in. It was as a reward for her efforts that she was even allowed to witness this meeting.

“If you had actually helped when I asked then I wouldn’t have to bring it up here.”

“Gentlemen,” said another director. He was a bald, portly man of middling years. “Can we please stay on topic? I’m sure that—”

“My son is missing!” said Meyer.

“And where will he turn up this time?” asked Director Hubber. “Another Mexican whorehouse? A Malaysian crack den? Perhaps you’d like to take a guess. He is your son, as you keep reminding us.”

Director Meyer looked like he was stuck between sitting down in shock and jumping across the table to throttle Director Hubber with his bare hands. Elizabeth doubted it would go well for him if he did. Meyer was in decent condition, but Master Hubber kept himself in meticulous shape.

“Enough!” shouted the chairman. “I will not tolerate any more arguing, nor to have my time wasted. We now have the last of our agents in place. It is time to decide how they will be used.”

Lisa didn’t relax until she was well away from the building, resting in the back seat of a cab as it drove. Her hard won information was clutched tight in her hand.

That had been one of the most draining days she had experienced, save for the day the Temple fell. Her clothes were a mess, she was sore as heck, and her mind was littered with traces of old Brotherhood commands. But she had the data. If there was even a shred of justice in the world, this would all be worth it.