The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I don’t know what it was about my door, but something on my porch must have said, “Knock really loud,” because it was the second morning in a row that the noise brought me out of my dreams.

I untangled myself from Tabitha, Erin and Nadia and threw on a pair of shorts. Bleary-eyed, I almost tripped over something and then got to the door.

What my eyes saw and what I was prepared for were two entirely different things. I was expecting the manager of the complex with forms of complaint about all the noise the girls and I were making the previous night. The woman standing in the doorway was not the complex manager, but a drop-dead gorgeous brunette.

She was tall, almost my height. Dark brown hair flowed down her back and some spilled over her shoulders. Secrets that may have be fun to explore given the opportunity danced in her deep brown eyes. A deep bronze tan seemed to shimmer along her skin in the morning sunlight. The outfit she wore not only made her almost illegal for being out in public but maximized her figure to the point of an almost cartoon extreme. Even Renée didn’t have curves like that. The cups of her bodice were full to overflowing with the thrust of her incredible breasts. So close was she to not being contain, her nipples threatened to break free for a peek in the daylight. A three liter soda bottle was only a touch narrower than what her torso had been tightened down to, and then her hips exploded out toward a set of the longest, most sleek and muscled legs I had ever seen. Nadia’s legs were muscular, but that woman could probably leg press a Volkswagen Beetle without breaking a sweat. Her calves and feet were encased in a pair of matching leather boots with metal spiked heels. The spikes must be at least six inches long and the chrome reflected the morning light. Finally, from the bodice stretched a pair of thin leather panties that covered what I could only assume to be a hairless snatch. The shape and fullness of her lower lips were plainly visible through the stretched material.

I stood in awe of the beauty and realized that she was holding out an envelope. Red wax with a stylish ‘MPC’ pressed into it sealed the envelope shut. I reached out to take it and the tall goddess stepped forward.

Before she let me pull the envelope from her grasp, she pressed her body against mine, her thigh rubbed against my crotch. “This is an official notice from The Users. Follow the instructions and all will be well.” She then leaned forward and shoved her tongue deep into the back of my throat.

No so surprisingly, I was holding her to me as she pulled away. With a smile, she stepped out of the still open door and walked down the sidewalk.

I watched the supple round shape of her ass move as she walked with the grace of a cat. Once she rounded the corner at the end of the apartment building, I finally realized Tabitha was asking me a question.

“Who was that?” She moved past me to close the door. I just stood there, my cock hard as ever and sticking out from the leg of my short shorts for the entire world to see.

“I... I don’t know,” was all I could say as I finally came out of my stupor.

Then I looked at Tabitha. She had put on a over-sized white t-shirt with flowers across her chest. Her face was crossed with concern, or was that jealousy? I was about to ask her when she pointed out the envelope in my grasp.

It looked like plain paper. The edges that would normally be glued together were loose except where the wax held it closed.

I broke the seal and pulled out a card. Inside was a map and a short set of instructions leading to a location near the college campus. Those instructions weren’t printed on the card, but handwritten. The way the stylized letters emblazoned the card, I didn’t think just anyone could produce such quality work without some serious amount of practice, training, talent and a little help from a certain program. The end of the instructions read, “Bring all of your subjects. See you at seven. The Users”

“The Users?” Erin asked next to my arm. “Aren’t those the ones Whisper told you about?” She had also put on something so whoever had been here wouldn’t get an eyeful. She wore a soft pink silk robe, tied at the waist. Here eyes were on the card as I nodded.

“Yeah, they are. He warned me to find the rest of mine before any more fell to the Users.” I couldn’t fathom why they would contact me or even want to meet. It was Renée’s theory that they were the masterminds behind the serial kidnappings. That wouldn’t be something kidnappers would do, would they? No. Not unless they didn’t believe that I could do anything against them.

Tabitha broke my concentration, “What do you think they want?”

“I don’t know.” I looked at the card again. They wanted to meet me and for me to bring my subjects. “They could want anything from simply having dinner to finding out how powerful I am. They may just want to see who I’ve collected so they don’t grab the wrong girls.”

“Whatever they want, it can’t be good.” Nadia said from the kitchen. She had poured glasses of milk for all of us and was transferring them to the dining table. I watched the smooth roll of her hips as she walked. Her legs both moved her forward and acted like shock absorbers so she wouldn’t spill the drinks. Being a waitress has its advantages.

Of course seeing her dressed in only an apron and a thong was a sight all on its own. From the front, she was covered from the tops of her breasts down to her mid thighs as if wearing a dress, but her back was completely exposed except for the string that tied across her waist and the thin material of her panties. As she went back to the kitchen and bent over to pull different things from the refrigerator, I had to shake myself from staring. I caught Erin chuckling over my reaction.

I closed my eyes, let out a long breath and calmed my embarrassment from being caught. When I opened them, both Tabitha and Erin were watching me from their seats at the table. They were both scrumptious with their tussled hair and clinging nightwear, but it wasn’t their bodies that caught my attention. I realized they were watching me in the same way. Now that was different. “I’m glad I’m not the only one.” I commented as I approached and they pulled out of their reverie.

I stopped behind the chair and turned to watch Nadia move about my kitchen like she lived there. I realized that they were my guests and I should have been the one getting breakfast. The only problem was I really didn’t know that much about cooking. I could fry an egg and not make a mess, but anything more than that and I was in trouble. I shook my head and stepped up to the smooth motions of my raven haired beauty. She looked up at me in mid-stride and smiled. “Nadia, I should be doing this.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got it.” She wasn’t mad about having to cook, and with the way she really seemed to know her way around the kitchen, I wondered what it would have been like to watch her in her own.

“Then I should at least help. I mean, I can’t expect you to be here every morning.”

She smiled again while stirring eggs in the frying pan. Scrambled, I didn’t care for them that way, but it was food. “Grab an apron. You don’t want to spill any hot grease on you. It burns real bad.” I turned around, looking for where the apron might have been.

“They’re in the pantry.” Erin called out. I glanced her way as I opened the pantry door. They hung on a hook on the back of the door.

Two aprons? Why two aprons? I started pulling the second on and turned to Erin, “Did you buy two, planning on something like this?”

She shook her head slightly with a small grin, “No. If you soil one and haven’t had a chance to get it cleaned, you have another to use.” Practical. She had been thinking ahead of time. Or she might have run into the problem when playing proverbial wife to Mike.

Speaking of which, “I almost tripped over a suitcase in the bedroom when I got up. Was that yours?”

She nodded, her grin growing.

“Were you living with Mike?”

She shook her head, no.

Then I remembered her comment from the day before while standing in the same spot. “That’s how you planned on making sure we would get to see each other, wasn’t it?”

Her smile spread wide and she nodded once.

I stepped back as Nadia started dishing the eggs out onto a plate. She looked up at me as she set the skillet back on the burner, “I was considering the same thing but I didn’t know what you would think.”

I shook my head. It wasn’t a bad idea. The only problem was there were so many of them. “I don’t mind.” I stepped over to catch Tabitha’s eyes too, “One or two at a time for a few days each. Everyone can rotate. It’ll give us all a chance to see each other.”

Nadia looked back at Tabitha. Something must have passed between them that I couldn’t feel. It had to be a woman thing. Nadia turned back to me. “I’ll bring my bag in from my car.”

I shook my head. “Am I that predictable.”

Nadia stepped up and pressed her apron to mine. “No, Erin had mentioned it and I thought it was a good idea. We just didn’t know what you would think.”

I pulled her to me for a quick kiss. “Like I said, I don’t mind.” I felt her bare skin and remembered her delectable exposure. “Where’s your keys. I’ll get your case.”

Nadia smiled, “What? Don’t you want the neighbors to know what’s romping about your apartment?”

“All I’d need is a police cruiser to just be happening by. Keeping you safe from the Users or kidnappers is one problem. I’d rather not add to it.” I had to use the logic to keep from blushing, because I would have loved to have seen her delicates in the bright Texas sun. Maybe we could find a nice field outside of town one day.

After I brought in Nadia’s suite case and putting it in the closet in my bedroom, Erin brought us back around to what had woken us that morning. “So what are we going to do about the Users?”

I sat down while considering what the note meant. “They want me to come and bring my subjects as they call all of you. I’m not sure there is anything we can do until we, or at least I, meet them...” I shoved some of the eggs in my mouth. I’d had them plain before, but Nadia had done something that made the flavor explode. They were good. I gulped down a couple more bites and then washed it back with some milk. I realized with the cool relief of the milk that I hadn’t had all that much to eat the day before. It dawned on me in that instant that with the number of women vying for my attention, I would have to make sure I got enough sustenance to survive. Dying by way of too much sex was one possibility, but I had to be careful not to accidentally starve myself to death.

“You are not going to meet them alone.” Tabitha said this with a certain tone of conviction. She had already decided that she was going if I was. Nadia and Erin agreed with her.

“I don’t want to meet them at all. If they’re going to try and take any of you away from me, I don’t want us anywhere near them. But we need to know what they want and what they’re about. If nothing else, just to know what they’re capable of and get an idea of how we can keep them away from us. None of us know anything about them or who they are as individuals. Did any of you recognize the messenger?” All of them shook their heads solemnly.

Something else dawned on me, “Wait. They called you my subjects.” I got up and got the laptop from the bedroom. I didn’t want to leave a potentially dangerous tool like Master PC lying around for just anyone to mess with. I booted it up and pulled up the screen. I hit a key to skip the intro and entered my name for the user. The next screen was asking for the subject. “That’s what I thought, or at least, I’m pretty sure of.”

“What?” Nadia asked.

“They think I’m a regular Master PC user and I’ve been manipulating all of you with the program too. It’s possible that they don’t even know about the affects the program has on children of users or subjects. This could work in our favor.”

“Because your abilities override the program?” Erin asked.

“Exactly, if they’re using the program to keep their subjects in line and sorry for the pun, subjugated, then they’re limited to whatever changes they’ve made until they pull out their computer again. I however, can call on any of you with a thought. I charm women without trying and... well the rest is too personal for populated settings.”

“Let’s hope it’s not a bunch of men,” Tabitha said.

That brought my inspiration to a screaming halt. “Yeah, knowing my luck, it will be. Or at least, if it is a bunch of women, they’ll probably have men enslaved to act as body guards and such and I won’t be able to do much about them.”

“Well, can’t you modify yourself to be able to, I don’t know, command others at will? Regardless of whether they’re men or women?” Erin asked.

I looked at her for a few seconds. I could feel that connection with her and she was a touch nervous asking. She knew what the answer was already, but she wasn’t sure about what I thought of the suggestion. I had to choose a careful answer.

“Maybe. I don’t actually know. I’m sure that I could pull up an individual and change them so they do what I tell them without question, but I don’t know if I can just give myself such an ability that wouldn’t require having the computer immediately available.”

She seemed okay with the answer. I was already hesitant about using the program on anyone. I didn’t like how my charm had made the girls conform to harem status so readily and I wanted to find a cure that wouldn’t hurt anyone. At the same time that same ability made me want to keep them. It would be a bitter internal war once I found a way to break the links that bound us together. The same battle as what Erin fought the night before. She lost to the program, but was it a loss? She was happy that she was still with us, but how would she have felt if the connection had been broken and she was free? There would be only one way to find out and now was not the time.

“Have you done anything with the program yet?” Tabitha asked. She had been more open about the idea of having changes made. Granted, she hadn’t actually said what kind of changes she would be okay with, but I was going to play it safe. I wouldn’t make any changes to anyone that the group did not agree to. It had to be unanimous or it wouldn’t work.

“No. I haven’t even had a chance to see what changes had been made to any of you. Renée told me that she did make a couple of changes, but nothing that took away your ability to choose.”

Erin looked up. Again, she was the one who feared the loss of choice most. I reached out and she snatched my hand en route. Calmly, I told her what I found. “You and Nadia were adjusted so you could... um... swallow me.” I finally finished.

For a second, Erin looked confused rather than scared. Then the idea formed. “You mean after we had dinner?” She had been able to take me into her throat without the slightest discomfort. Nadia did too.

I nodded. “That’s all I know of until I go over each file.”

“I want to know. Open my file,” Erin requested. I did.

The screen displayed her in the same rotating fashion it had for Renée, position and lack of clothing included. I scrolled through the commands at the bottom, “The only thing here is adjustments to allow you to swallow me, specifically. She’s actually named me.”

“Would that mean she could only swallow you like that? Could she maybe take some other guy or object if she wanted?” Nadia asked. It was a good question.

“If the program is anything like a regular computer language, then probably not,” I answered.

Erin shook her head, “I don’t care to test it anyway.” She displayed a measure of disgust. She looked at the screen too and noticed more, “What’s that?”

“Looks like Renée was watching out for you too. According to this, only guys looking for a romantically intimate relationship with you would see you as you are. Anyone else would only see a plain-Jane red-head.”

Erin leaned into my shoulder, “Romantically intimate relationships?”

I looked at her, “That’s what’s here... what?”

She smiled, “You noticed me at the café.” I had. She had embarrassed me with displays of the rich cleavage that peaked out from her robe even at that moment. I leaned down and gave her a kiss.

“What about me?” Tabitha asked. I closed Erin and opened Tabitha.

“You’ve got the exact same code, again specifying me. It looks like Renée made the adjustments to one and then just copied the text to you. However, she either didn’t’ get around to it or thought you could handle yourself because there’s no code as to what kind of people see you.” I looked up and Tabitha looked relieved.

“Well, we were all kind of protective of Erin when she broke up with Mike. I imagine that was how Renée dealt with it,” Nadia offered.

Just for a complete run, I closed Tabitha and opened Nadia. She had the same code. Looking over at her, I was surprised to see the slight smile on her face. “What’s with the grin? You act like you’re not surprised.”

“Actually, I’m not. Remember what I told you in the shower? I couldn’t take my toy into my throat like I had you. I’m just glad it was Renée making the changes. It would scare the hell out of me if we didn’t know who made them.” Erin and Tabitha nodded agreement to the statement.

Erin had already calmed her anxiety and Tabitha seemed relieved too. Nadia hadn’t even been bothered by the change, but I think even she was relieved to know it had been a friend who made a simple change rather than the possibility of some stranger just taking over completely. I would have to find a way to keep that from happening.

Once they were sufficiently settled, we finished breakfast. Erin got dressed and decided to go over and see if Renée and Chloe were up yet. I’m sure she just wanted away from the program. Tabitha had come over straight from the mall. After putting her clothes back on, she left for her place to get cleaned up and something else to wear. Nadia, still only wearing an apron and panties, worked on cleaning up the small mess in the kitchen. I continued looking over the controls of the program, but so no one felt like a guinea pig, I kept my profile up while looking.

Renée had said that she had considered making changes to me. Looking over the code in my profile, the only thing I noticed at first was the strange gibberish Renée told me about. It was supposed to represent the additional coding that I inherited from my modified parents. There was a lot of it there. Either it was highly detailed in what I could do, or I hadn’t discovered all of my abilities yet. I liked the former better. The idea that new surprises were in store made a shiver run up my spine. Then at the very bottom, additional commands had been entered. A command for me to share dreams with anyone I had had sex with that day. It explained the dreams. I wondered if Renée had gone around and put in the same for everyone. I could check later. I liked the dreams too much to lose that, so I left it.

There was only one other line of text, “You will not be angry or disappointed with Renée when she tells you about the program.” It was simple and to the point. I remembered dreaming of seeing her in a framed screen on an infinitely black space. Had I been dreaming that when she entered the code? It was possible. Given the position, the way she looked at me but didn’t see me, and the way she seemed to type at something just below the view it all made sense. I deleted the line and updated my profile. I didn’t feel any different than I had when I found out about the program. Just a simple command meant for a specific moment, nothing more.

Something dawned on me. Anyone could open a profile on anyone else freely. Every other computer I had ever been on required a password for something; a password to get to the desktop, a password to open the program, or sometimes a password to open specific files. Why didn’t such a powerful and dangerous program have any passwords?

I pulled up the help system. It had a text box to ask questions in plain English, French, Russian, or any number of other languages. I entered a simple question, “How do I add a password to a subject?”

Instantly a message returned, “To add a password, click on the subject and then click on properties. In the properties box, click on the tab Password and then enter any text using letters, numbers and special characters. It is suggested to make the password long and of a combination of letters, numbers, and special characters. Finally click on the button Add Password and you’re finished.”

I followed through and everything went perfectly. Then I closed down the program and tried to open my profile again. I entered my name for subject, but before it displayed anything else it asked for the password. “Eureka!”

Quickly, Nadia was standing behind me, her hands on my shoulders, and she was bent over looking at the screen. I explained that I could give them all passwords to keep anyone from being able to make changes to them with the program.

“Well then, that’s all we need.” Nadia said as she kissed my cheek.

“Maybe...” I returned. She didn’t like what I said next, “If someone tries to open your profile, they’ll be stopped cold, however...” I opened the link between us. She relaxed physically and I continued, “You are not immune to my abilities. I’m worried that if someone has an ability to command others, it won’t require them to make direct changes with the program. You’ll still be vulnerable to that ability. I still have to find a way to make all of you fully immune to granted abilities of the program.”

I could feel her concern through our connection. I couldn’t blame her.

“How did you find out about the passwords?” She asked.

“It has a help box,” I pulled it up. I typed in, “How can a subject be made immune to special abilities granted by Master PC?” The returned message was, “Please restate the question.”

I rubbed my cheek against Nadia’s, “This could take a while.”

She wrapped her arms around my upper chest, “I know, but you’ll figure it out. I know you will.”

I liked the faith she had in me, but I knew better. Could I figure it out before our meeting that night? Not likely. There were so many ways I could word the question, but I was pretty certain of the answer. There would be no way to make someone completely immune to Master PC. Well, there might be one way, but it was too gruesome to consider.