The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A car horn sounded, startling Gina back to the present. She looked up. The light was green. So she mashed the pedal to the floor and gunned her little white car through the intersection. As she drove, she debated whether or not to chicken out and go home. Portishead’s “Roads” was blaring from the stereo, which wasn’t doing anything for her fortitude.

But Gina was still headed downtown, to Anodyne.

She’d been on the brink of coming back down here ever since her first visit the other night. Today, instead of meeting Seth as planned, she was going to get some answers. She had to know what Seth was doing to her, once and for all. Somehow, he was playing her, like Itzhak Perlman breaking in a new violin.

Not that it wasn’t nice. Seth had recently blossomed into the dreamiest possible boyfriend, and she’d jumped his bones so many times this weekend that last night he’d sweetly, shyly told her he was bruised and sore, and could they please just cuddle?

She knew Seth would be pissed at her, but she just had to know what was up with these Anodyne people, what kind of mindfuck was happening to her. So she deftly parallel parked and headed across the street to the ominous office building.

Cold air gusted around her as she navigated through the revolving door, making her sunburned nose and shoulders tingle. She’d fallen asleep in the sun yesterday, in the park with Seth. Her keys jingled on the little chain that hung off her short skirt as she crossed the cavernous lobby, and her flip flops clopped comically.

There was a different guy working the reception desk today. Younger, with a buzz cut, tinted glasses and a crisp gray suit. He tracked her approach with calm focus.

“Good afternoon, Gina,” he smiled at her. “What can we do for you today?”

Gina smiled primly in return, not to be unnerved this time by the fact that everyone here seemed to know her already. “Hello,” she Audrey Hepburned at him. “I’d like to speak to someone about my boyfriend Seth and my...” she paused, choosing the next word. “Situation.”

He blinked once. Stared at her through his tinted lenses. Then reached for a phone and punched an extension. “Yes,” he said, eyes flicking briefly upward. Gina followed his gaze to the nest of security cameras mounted overhead. “What would you like me to tell her? No, no. Okay.”

He cupped his hand over the mouthpiece—a gesture of politeness for Gina. She was sure someone upstairs was monitoring the entire exchange, probably on a big-screen TV with fucking surround sound. “Please go up to room 1208.” He indicated an elevator to her left with a graceful wave.

“Thanks.”

Fighting back the urge to hurl, she forced her feet to move to the elevator.

“She’s late,” Seth hissed to no one in particular, pacing back and forth in his kitchen. Gina was usually late for everything, so he was used to a certain amount of primping, shoe selection and car key locating, but this afternoon she was late even on Gina Time. A few months ago, this wouldn’t have phased him, but since the judicious use of certain Anodyne products, she tried to be nominally punctual.

Because Seth had told her to.

And here he was, ready to go as usual. He had on his oversized cargo pants, Chuck Taylors, and a t-shirt bearing the ancient Atari logo. His freshly dyed purple hair (Gina’s idea, natch) was sticking up chaotically, aided by industrial strength hair stick.

He didn’t know why exactly, but he got an icy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something told him that his day was taking a detour to Sketchyville, population Seth. So he locked up the house, jumped in his car, and headed over to Gina’s, hoping silently all the way that she’d be there.

The musak in the elevator made Gina flash on The Blues Brothers—the scene with Jake and Elwood calmly riding the elevator, listening to “Girl From Ipanema” while hundreds of SWAT guys converge on them outside the building. She laughed out loud, then self-consciously looked up at the security cam, which failed to see what was so amusing.

She got off on the twelfth floor and walked down the bland, beige-carpeted hall until she found a door that said:

1208 Jahanara Shesh, Accounts Supervisor

She knocked. The door opened almost instantly. And she was stunned by the beautiful Indian woman who greeted her. She had long, straight jet-black hair and piercing, lime-green eyes—like a cat’s. Generous lips. Generous everything. And she somehow managed to make her sleeveless white vest, blue skirt and stockings appear both professional and a little slutty.

Gina, dressed like she was a model in the Delia’s catalog (and by definition half-naked), suddenly felt like a second-grader called in to see the principal. This feeling was enhanced by the woman’s considerable height advantage, and by the way her eyes bored into Gina’s as they stood there, sizing each other up.

“Hello, Gina. I’m Jahanara Shesh. Do come in,” she said in a precise British accent that made Gina think of a world where the trains ran on time, dinner was served every evening promptly at 6pm, and barrel chested guys with big mustaches stood around smoking pipes and exclaiming “Quite right!” and “Steady on!”

Haltingly, she moved into the small office. It was furnished merely with two leather chairs that faced each other, separated by a simple yet expensive desk. Nice view of downtown out the window, though.

Jahanara quietly closed the door, which made Gina want to get out of there as fast as her little legs would carry her, but instead she made her way to the visitor’s chair and seated herself. Jahanara perched gracefully at the end of her desk, looking down at her. It further established the power dynamic in the room, which infuriated Gina, but intimidated her anyway.

“Now then. To what do we owe the pleasure today?” she prompted. Her tone was friendly, but with a subtle hint of hostility. Her eyes quickly roved over Gina’s bod—she wasn’t sure if the woman was contemptuously appraising her or mentally undressing her.

Gina crossed her legs, tried her best to make sure that her answer wouldn’t come out in a squeak. “You obviously know about me. Well, I know a little about you, too.” She was already getting pissed, even though she was scared. “I want to know what Seth has been doing to me, and what you gave him to help him do it.” You evil corporate bitch.

“Well!” Jahanara exclaimed in mocking tones. “I must tell you, this is a first. A Subject comes to us of her own volition, aware of her Processing.” Gina could clearly hear the capital letters. “And she demands an explanation!” Jahanara paused, as if the notion was so delightfully absurd that she needed a moment to savor it.

“And such pluck, for such a wee, pretty thing.” She was definitely looking at Gina with a certain gleam in her eye now.

“Thanks, but I don’t swing that way.” Creepy bitch. “I just want to know what’s going on.”

“Right.” This was clearly a sarcastic response to Gina’s declaration of her sexual orientation, as well and an agreement to start explaining. “I’ll play along. I’ll tell you everything. But you won’t like it.”

“Try me.”

The tall, caramel-skinned woman took a breath, her eyes locked to Gina’s. “Seth first came to us with his relationship troubles about half a year ago,” she began. “Apparently you were putting him through the ringer, trying to decide between two boys.” If this woman was going to continue judging her love life, Gina was going to push her down and yank her hair out. She gripped the arms of the chair a little harder.

Jahanara continued. “We provided him with one of our more basic models, at first. Which seemed to do the trick, but unfortunately the effects proved to be only temporary. That’s the problem with rushing a product to market,” she remarked, like she was talking about a line of potato chips. “Seth told us that he used the device again, with great success, but he wanted something a little more... reliable.” Very slowly (she seemed to sense how badly Gina wanted to kick her ass), she reached out and touched Gina’s black choker. “A very popular item, with our clients.”

Gina nodded wearily. She shivered in the air conditioning, breaking out in goose bumps. None of this was news to her—it was just that the knowledge tended to stay on the periphery of her thoughts. As if reading her mind, Jahanara said, “You are an unusually willful Subject, Gina. So you have knowledge of your Processing. But ultimately, you’re unable to resist our devices, so you succumb. Sure, you know what that boy is doing to you, but you don’t care, as long as he keeps on doing it.”

She reached out to her again, risking a stroke of Gina’s silky blonde-ish hair. “Seth has run up a considerable balance on his account with us. And now that you’ve come to me, the matter of payment is resolved.”

Before Gina even realized what she was doing, she smacked Jahanara’s hand away from her face and sat bolt upright in the big leather chair. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded, eyes moving to the door.

Jahanara laughed at her, surprised that she hadn’t figured out the obvious. “You don’t really think someone of Seth’s standing could afford our services, do you? At least, he couldn’t pay us... in money,” she gloated lasciviously.

Gina was livid. “You mean you... He didn’t...” she stammered, the first tears welling up in her eyes.

“Oh yes, dear. I’m afraid I couldn’t pass him up. I’m only guessing, but I think he liked being with a woman after spending so much time with a... girl-child.” She looked down at Gina, green gemstone eyes holding her in the chair.

Gina heard herself sob. Felt the hot splash of a tear on her bare thigh. A few months ago, she wouldn’t have cared very much to know Seth was unfaithful. But now, after this weekend, it cut her to the core. Realizing that she was losing it in front of this monstrous woman flooded her with shame and rage, but the tears kept coming.

“Seth loves me,” she choked out. “I know he does! And I love him!”

Jahanara wiggled her index finger at her, tut-tutting. “You only love him because he made you love him. With our help.” She pushed a button on her desk. “You’re a tool, Gina. And now, you’re my tool.”

/thrum. thrum. thrum./

Oh God, Gina thought to herself. Not this again. Not now! But her vision quickly tunneled and her limbs grew heavy...

“Yo! Gina!” Seth called, tearing through her empty house. He didn’t know why, but he was sure this was bad. Sometimes, he could feel when she was having a bad day, or something heavy was happening. It was some kind of weird empathy that he only vibed on with her, and he was usually right. When he looked around her bedroom, he started to get that feeling. Next to the phone was a little scrap of paper. As it dawned on him that the number was for Anodyne, Freakout Season officially began. If she’d gone down there, she was in trouble.

Very deep shit.

He didn’t even close the front door in his mad dash back to the car. Leaving a generous amount of tire rubber in front of her house, he screeched off to find her.

Jahanara was attempting to pry open Gina’s lips with her tongue, trying in vain to initiate a kiss. Gina somehow knew that the machine that was chipping away at her willpower was embedded in the very structure of the room. There was nowhere to hide.

/thrum/

The tears continued to stream down her face as she poured all her strength into keeping her mouth closed.

“It’s just a question of time,” her captor purred to her. “Why not enjoy the ride?”

Gina swallowed. “I love him. I don’t care what you say.” Her voice was raspy from crying and the many smokes she’d had before driving down here. She sounded awful.

“Silly girl,” came the admonishment. “He doesn’t love you. You don’t love him. You’ve been used. Now I will use you. What you want is no longer relevant.” She brushed her fingers against Gina’s nipple, which were poking through her halter.

“I...” She was fighting with everything she had, but there wasn’t a lot left.

/thrum.../

Jahanara’s tongue flicked between Gina’s lips again. “Ssshhhhhhh. Give yourself to me, little one.”

/thrum/

Rising up in her seat, Gina started to kiss her back.

At some point, Seth was going to have to get out of his parked car and go inside. He’d been sitting there for several minutes, trying to figure out what the fuck to do. He had spotted Gina’s parked car on the other side of the street, so there was no doubt she was in there.

Which meant that she was in trouble. Jahanara wasn’t going to let Gina leave. She had made her outrageous demands to Seth after seeing Gina’s dossier. She seemed quite taken by his elfin girlfriend, obsessive even. Seth knew the situation was turning ugly, but he thought he might find a way to weasel out of it, especially since she seemed to like being fucked by him so much.

But trust Gina to take matters into her own hands. He should’ve been used to that by now: even while he controlled her feelings and thoughts, she was still untamable in most regards. Seth had been stupid to try to force her to stay with him. Kind of a fucked up time to realize that, though.

He tapped his head against the steering wheel, lightly and repeatedly.

He sighed, “I need a plan.”

Gina was on her knees, between Jahanara’s coffee colored thighs, facing her marvelously tangled, glistening black bush. Eyes transfixed, she reached up and unsnapped her choker, which fell unceremoniously to the floor. Jahanara pulled up her skirt a little more and eagerly spread her legs, scooting back onto the desk a little.

“Service me, my pet.”

And for the first time ever, Gina went down on a girl.

She teased experimentally with her tongue, and the moment the tangy juices reached her taste buds, she jerked her head back, eyes screwed shut, groaning and shuddering with the force of a debilitating orgasm. Then, when she had composed herself somewhat, she plunged her face into the hot, black jungle.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” Jahanara cooed drunkenly at her. “Good girl...”

“Seth! What a pleasant surprise,” the reception guy said, in tones that made it obvious there was nothing pleasant about it.

Seth marched over to the desk, planted his hands on the counter, and leaned over into the guy’s space. “I need to speak to Jahanara.”

“Ms. Shesh is in a meeting just now,” he waffled. Obviously, no one expected Seth to be here so soon after Gina showed up.

“I don’t care if she’s having an audience with Elvis, the Pope, and John Lennon. I need to talk to her.”

The reception guy’s eyes flicked down at Seth’s Converse shoes and quickly up to his spiky purple hair. The message: who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, punk? “I’m sorry, Seth. Jahanara is very busy and can’t be disturbed.” So amscray.

Clearly, the only thing this aggressive, macho route was going to get him was thrown out on his keister. He’d never seen them, but he was sure there were some nasty security guys lurking around somewhere. What was required here was a little smoothness and tact.

“Look, I know that Gina’s up there talking to her,” he admitted. “And I know what Ms. Shesh has in mind for her. I want to discuss my account with her before she does anything rash.”

“Seth, I don’t think this matter is open for discussion,” was the answer, with the smallest hint of what sounded like compassion.

“I don’t think that Ms. Shesh has considered all the options available to her.” He was totally reaching now. Anything to get him to the twelfth floor. He looked at the guy, pleading silently at him for understanding.

Finally, he caved in. “Okay. You can go up. But you have to wait in the lounge until she’s finished talking to Gina.”

“Of course,” Seth assented, trying very hard to hide his intense relief. “Thank you so much,” he said, trying not to sprint to the elevator.

Jahanara was writhing around the desk, knocking shit off, grinding into Gina’s face. Gina was completely captivated by the universe of pussy in front of her. All of her resistance was draining out in the juices on her own sticky thighs. The more she pleasured this dusky, fantastic woman, the more her pain retreated.

Jahanara was grinding hard into Gina’s face, which was hurting her nose a little, but she knew her new Master was about to cum, so she sucked on her clit rhythmically. “Ooooooooooooooohhhh!” Jahanara cried, partly because of the silver stars running up and down all her nerve endings, partly because she had lost her balance on the edge of the desk. She fell forward, tackling Gina in the process. Gina didn’t really care that the larger woman was nearly crushing her tiny frame into the carpet, because her walls were violently clenching again. Greedily, she found her Master’s mouth with her own, and she tugged her bottom lip with her teeth, moaning lustfully. They rolled around on the floor, battling for supremacy for awhile, mouths locked together.

With relief, Gina realized some time later that she was on top again, straddling her Master. She could breathe again. She looked down at her piercing green eyes, utterly aware of the power her gorgeous little body held—she knew that her lover wanted to devour her whole.

It was the only power she had left.

Jahanara lay there, drinking in the site of the small blonde girl astride her chest. Her smoldering brown eyes. Flushed cheeks. Impressive, heaving little bosom. Delightful. “Time for you to lose the little girl clothes, my pet,” she commanded.

She shed her colorful halter, tiny skirt and beach sandals with obvious enthusiasm, grinning down at her Master, her dimples revealing themselves like the first stars in the evening sky.

“Come here, my dear. Let me take your pain away.” Jahanara cupped her hands around Gina’s thighs and scooted her up so that she was straddling her face. She gasped in surprise as she probed the folds of her new Subject with her tongue. She tasted like coconut candy.

Seth had ended up hanging back in the twelfth floor lounge anyway. He didn’t know what to do, and he was grimly aware of his odds for success. He was just some punk kid, going up against an unspeakably powerful corporation that dealt in dark and nasty things.

Still, with luck and some giant balls, he had a shot. This Shesh chick had him (and several of his friends) over a barrel, but she wasn’t the biggest thing in the Anodyne food chain. She was middle management—the home offices were in Paris. He might be able to slip through the cracks, taking Gina with him.

Okay. No more fooling around. He steeled himself and headed down the hall.

There was no one in Shesh’s office. He was dismayed to see stuff from her desk littering the floor, and he instantly recognized the clothes that were wadded up in the chair. It was worse than he thought.

He bolted further down the hall, nearly ramming into two guys in lab coats coming the other way. He skidded into a large room that smelled like a hospital, just in time to see Jahanara securing what looked like a tanning bed with a glass lid. There were several hoses connected to it, running down from the ceiling.

Gina was inside.

“Let her go,” Seth warned.

Jahanara spun around to meet his gaze. No one had told her he was here. She smiled menacingly at him. “You know the deal, my young stallion. You had your fun. Now’s as good a time as any to settle up.”

“Please, let’s work something else out.”

“I’m afraid not. You were fun in your own limited way, but this creature is much more appealing to me. And now that I’ve baked her mind into a sweet little pie, she probably doesn’t care much for you anymore.”

“What did you do to her?” Seth was staring hopelessly at the sleeping Gina inside the bizarre, pill-shaped container.

“What do you think? I finished what you started. Ground her will into tiny pieces under my heel. I destroyed her resistance. Utterly. I’m afraid that she’s of no further use to you,” she smiled.

Seth blinked. He was in ridiculously over his head. This bitch was playing for keeps, and she was as mean and ruthless as they came. The full scope of his recklessness was suddenly revealed. He’d tried to tempt fate by charming Gina into loving him. Now there was a good chance she was a vegetable, all her wonderful fire extinguished, and he might be looking at the same fate. Or worse. He knew he had one shot at getting both of them out of this room. If he choked, they’d be the property of Anodyne for the rest of their lives.

Jahanara advanced slowly on him, backing him into the corner. His eyes flashed back and forth from her to Gina’s sleeping form...