The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I reached down and tried the handle. It was locked. Mike was certainly inside. I didn’t want to just tear it open. Besides, if I did the wrong thing, I might hurt Erin. There had to be a way to call Mike out. If the shelter was as heavy as I thought, sound would even be locked out. In fact, if it was meant to keep occupants that safe, then there had to be air vents. Again, I didn’t want Erin to suffer. I had left the program in the car with Renée and she wouldn’t arrive for a bit. I heard the screen door of Juan’s house open.

“How do I get him out?” I asked him.

He just shook his head. “He’ll come out when he’s ready, I guess.”

“Did you call the police?”

He nodded.

“Good.” I turned back to the concrete fixture. “Is there any kind of air vent to this?”

“Why?”

“Because he has my girl down there, raping her. Did he ever tell you about Erin?”

Juan nodded. “Yeah, but he never said anything about her with another guy.”

“She dumped him about a month ago. She and I have been together a few days.”

“How do you know she’s in there? He might have found some other girl.”

That was true and without giving up any real information I couldn’t explain it to him any better than the police. “She went missing a couple of hours ago. Mike’s been harassing her. Some friends and I have checked his place and someone told me about yours.” It was still a simple possibility.

“Shit,” Juan said. He didn’t like others finding out his secret, but Mike had exploited it. Now the police were going to be involved. He was going to have a lot to answer for.

“You don’t have to be involved if you know a way in. I can vouch for you with the police; tell them you helped me get Mike away from Erin.”

He nodded, “Hold on,” and he went back in. I waited, still looking for some way to open the door or convince Mike to open it for me. Juan returned with some kind of tool. He went around to the back of the structure. “This key is used when a storm is over but the occupants don’t know. There are lights in there but the concrete’s too thick for a radio.” He worked at the key, turning it like a small crank. Then I heard the locks click. “Give the handle a pull, it should be unlocked.”

I did and it was. The door was heavy but I pulled it wide with only one hand. “Erin! It’s Ral! Are you down there?”

Erin screamed. Mike called out, “Who’s there?”

I started to take the first step, but Mike was up the steps and slamming into me fast. I must have flown back a dozen feet before slamming into the ground.

“Ha! Take that lover boy! You ain’t taking my girl. Erin’s staying here with me, so get lost.”

He turned to go back down the steps. “Juan, give me that key. No one’s to disturb us till I’m done.” Juan was blinking wildly at what he’d witnessed. He held out the key and Mike took it. Mike turned back to me with the key in his hands, balling it up like so much paper.

I got up. “We’re not finished Mike. You want to go back down those steps you’ll have to do better than that.”

He grinned. “Fine. I’ve been looking for a good workout.” He started walking back toward me. He wore only a pair of shorts, not even shoes. If he knew how to fight, I would too soon.

I watched his movements speed up and my adrenaline slowed him back down. Just like my run to get to the house, he took on the speed of a slow motion movie. It wasn’t as slow as Renée’s movements or the passing cars though. He had some speed, but I was still outmaneuvering him. I caught his thrusting fist, twisted his arm back and pinned it to his back. While I held his shoulder and wrist, I took his memories.

Mike had been visited by a dark-haired beauty late last night. Vikkor had explained that he could have his girl back with the program that was on the disk. All he had to do was install it on his computer, give himself some strength and a couple of other abilities to not be noticed and she would be his. Mike took it and was wide awake, bumping up his strength, his speed, his knowledge of fighting and his sexual equipment. He wanted to be the man Erin wanted and would give her more dick than any kid could offer. He’d convince her that he was the only guy she would ever need.

That knowledge of fighting filled me too and I felt like I had been in Judo and Tai-Kwon-Do classes for years. With the same speed I had used to trap his arm, I slipped my foot in front of his and used the leverage to pound him into the grass. Mike struggled, pushing himself up with his one free arm. I sat on his back, but it wasn’t making any difference. I wasn’t heavy enough to stop his effort. I was strong enough to hold his arm, maybe even break it, but I couldn’t keep him from lifting me off the ground.

He pulled at his pinned arm and though I held on, he threw me away from him and stood. “You are fast kid, but I’m still gonna beat you silly.”

As he approached, I got up. We were on fairly even footing as far as knowledge of how to fight and strength, but I had the edge in speed. He threw punches and kicks but hit nothing but air. I didn’t bother blocking him; I just didn’t remain where he thought I was.

I waited, timing his movements and found openings to strike, hitting his body’s weak points just inside the arms, thighs, points on the chest and gut. I probably looked like I was rapid fire punching just to keep from getting hit, but I knew from the fake classes that each hit was painful and distracting. Finally I socked him right in the nose, sending out a spray of blood and he fell back on the grass.

He wiped away the blood and grinned at me. “That’s it. Give me a good fight, cause Erin’s gonna be begging for the lovin’ I’ve given her. She didn’t fight me and opened right up.” He got up as he distracted me with what he was saying. “You shoulda heard her squeal and beg me to fuck her like the whore she is.”

I could feel myself shaking, getting more and more upset. Mike was trying to piss me off and it was working. There were so many moves I could do that would kill him; so many choices on how to keep him from doing anything to her or anyone else ever again. I wanted to shove my fist right through his skull and I probably had the strength to do it. I could squish his head like bad fruit and I would love it.

I shook myself. “No!” As I closed my eyes Mike took that moment to hit me.

When I hit the ground again, I looked up from the next house. Mike was walking toward me with a wide grin. I stayed there, letting him come to me. There was only one way to finish the fight and not kill him. I had to take away his strength, his knowledge on how to fight and his speed. He had to be a normal person for the police to arrest. If he was this strong when they arrived, then they wouldn’t be able to do anything short of shooting him.

Mike grabbed my shirt to lift me up and as he did, I grabbed his head. “No more strength,” I said as I felt the warm liquid pass from me to him. He had been holding me off the ground but I was dropped to my feet when he couldn’t do it any more. He let go of my shirt and grabbed my arms, trying to pry my hands from his head. “No more speed,” I said as I willed the ability from him. “No more fighting,” was my last statement and he no longer knew any of the new skills the program had granted him. “There is no program,” I told him and his eyes glazed.

“No program,” he mumbled.

“You don’t own a computer,” I told him.

“I don’t own a computer,” he repeated.

“You raped Erin.”

“I raped Erin.”

“You will confess and plead guilty.”

“I will confess and plead guilty.”

I let him go at that point and the glaze drifted away. He sat down heavily on the grass staring at a distance beyond the house we were next too. That’s when I heard the sirens.

I stepped past him and easily hopped the fence he had knocked me over. Juan was holding the crumpled key and when he saw me, he backed away real fast. “Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be okay. The police will take care of everything.” I told him.

He nodded real fast but didn’t say anything. His eyes were wide. He couldn’t believe what he had seen.

I looked down at the key. It needed to be fixed. I held out my hand. “Let me have the key.” He dropped it in my hand. I pulled and put it back the way it had been. Then I handed it back to him. “The police will want to know how we got Mike out.” Again he just nodded.

The cops came around the same side of the fence I had originally entered. With the fight that had broke out between me and Mike, the neighbors had probably also called them. They had guns out. “Everyone down.” Juan dropped flat to the ground. I knelt slowly and put my hands on top of my head.

The two officers approached, one with his gun trained on us and the other around to handcuff us. I didn’t resist. I’d rather be handcuffed and let go than fight them. Erin called out at that point, “Ral! I’m down here, Ral!”

The officer that had handcuffed us went down the steps. He called back up, “Jones, call an ambulance. That anonymous call was right.”

I relaxed. More help was on the way. Erin was safe. Everything was going to be okay.

Juan told the officers there were blankets in the house they could use for Erin. Jones went inside and brought one out to his partner.

“So what happened here fellas? Decide to have some fun?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m the one who made the anonymous call. I’m the one she keeps calling for.”

“What’s your name?”

“Ral Setton,” I also spelled it for him as he wrote it down. He also took Juan’s name.

The other officer was helping Erin up the stairs. When she saw me she tried to pull from him to get to me. “No, Erin. Let them help you.” I told her. She stopped trying to get away, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“He didn’t have anything to do with this,” she proclaimed. “Neither did Juan. It was Mike. He took me from my friends place in Arlington and drove me out here. He didn’t knock on his door, just brought me back to the shelter and locked us in.”

Jones had listened and wrote down her statement, asking small questions to get more detail. That’s when the ambulance arrived. The medics took Erin and with a nod from me she went with them. The officers looked back at me and Juan. “You two are going to have to come with us for questioning.”

“Why? She just told you what happened. We helped her.” I looked at Juan. “Where’s the key?”

He nodded to the spot where it had dropped on the ground. It lay there like the discarded piece of metal it was.

Jones’ partner picked it up. “What’s it a key for.”

“To open the shelter after a storm,” Juan explained just like he had for me. “Mike had them locked inside. If I hadn’t had that key we’d all be out here trying to figure out how to get him out.”

The officers spoke to each other for a moment. Then another officer came around the corner, “Jones, Tally. We’ve got the perp. He’s even confessing to the whole thing. The girl says these two saved her. Cut ‘em loose.”

Jones and Tally did what they were told. Juan and I were let go but the officers asked us more questions, sometimes the same things over and over. I knew the ruse; it was a classic to see if our stories changed at all. Nothing did. Once they were satisfied, I asked what hospital Erin had been taken too. “Rowlett Municipal, just on the other side of the lake off of 66.” Officer Jones told me. I shook his hand, thanking him for his help.

Out front, Renée was sitting in her car a couple of houses over from Juan’s. As I passed the squad cars, I spotted Mike sitting in the back seat of one, tears running down his face. He was facing some heavy charges and would do time for it.

Renée knew where the hospital was. She didn’t ask any questions. That was good because I was still too worried about Erin to talk much. I’d tell her and the rest about it later, minus some details. Like the fact that I had affectively made Mike confess, made him forget that he even had the program or a computer at all. I didn’t want any of the girls to know I could do that. It would scare them. It scared me.