The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As Nicki Smith was running through the darkness, her clothes began to disintegrate, falling from her naked body like old rags. Suddenly, she felt something tighten around her neck. It was a leashed collar. The surprise at being bound made her run faster. She did not get far before there was a tug at the leash. She was yanked back like a dog. Turning, she found a young woman with fair hair and a naughty grin holding the leash.

“Why are you doing this!?” Nicki wailed.

“Because you want this.” The girl answered cheerfully.

The girl disappeared in the blink of an eye. Nicki was now holding her own leash. She looked over her body to find that she was the young woman she had seen just moments before.

“Because I want this.” Nicki whispered in agreement but she was Nicki Smith no longer. She was Casi’s pet.

The pet woke up with a start beside her lady. The dream bothered her. She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom and looked at herself in a mirror. She stared at her heart shaped face, blue eyes, flushed cheeks and shiny blonde hair. She looked over her dainty young body and slight breasts and waist. It somehow seemed so alien to her and yet so familiar. This form was not the face and body of her memories. These were not the features with which she entered this place. These thoughts bothered her too.

“This is as my lady wants me.” The pet whispered to herself as she stared at her reflection . Her words brought her peace. She built upon their foundation.

“My lady loves me. She tells me what to do. I am hers.” The pet whispered, becoming hot and tingly at the thought.

“My lady has shown me my true nature. She has let me know who I truly am. Her slave. Her pet.” She whispered these words as she massaged her sex, emitting a light squeal with each stroke.

“My lady has gives me pleasure. I live to serve her pleasure.” The pet started to sob as her fingers flicked her engorged and throbbing clit. It was hot and wet and sore from her night of fucking with her lady. The memories of all they had done blended with her total abject love.

“ I am her pet!” She declared. She began fucking herself with several fingers. Her legs grew weak but her pussy clenched her finger dildo tightly and then drooled with a spasm as she came.

Any remnant of anxiety from her dream discarded, the pet cleaned up and returned to her lady’s bed. “Everything ok?” Casi murmured sleepily without opening her eyes. The pet wormed her way into a cuddle with her mistress. “Just had a bad dream, my lady. Everything is ok now.” She whispered.

After a long sleep, Casi and her pet woke and showered. Drying themselves off, they found room service had delivered breakfast to their suite. They were just about to start eating when the door to the hallway opened forcefully. A dusky skinned woman dressed in a bra and garter belt with stock­ings stomped in, her heels making forceful clicks on the floor. She put he hands on her wide hips and yelled angrily, “That bitch! That total fucking bitch!”

The pet was startled by the intrusion but remained calm since her lady did not seem perturbed by the angry visitor.

“Sable, dear.” Casi said in a calm. “What has happened?”

“I met this killer pleasure servant. I mean, like, she was totally hot. And Carol Munro steals her from me! She steals her from me after I claimed her and everything! I was, like, showing this pleasure servant off in the great hall. I leave her alone to go pee and when I come back, I find out that bitch Carol has taken her! She was mine! I mean, I was sharing her with Iris and Mr. Jenkins, but they turned over full control to me!”

“Didn’t you give this servant any locking commands.” Casi asked with an amused voice.

Sable was about to say something, paused and then pouted. “Oh I, like, forgot. I was having too much fun with her. Anyway, I shouldn’t have to. Taking a claimed pleasure servant is totally against the rules, locking commands or no, even for someone as rich as Carol Munro.”

Casi nodded her head in agreement. “Have you seen the Custodian or the Caretaker about this?”

Sable shook her head. “No. I tried to complain to the Custodian but she was busy punishing Raven for something.”

Casi laughed and rolled her eyes. “Why does she bother? Raven is a masochist cum exhibitionist. Punishment will only encourage her. What is so wonderful about this pleasure servant, anyway? Aren’t they all the same?”

Crossing her arms, Casi grumbled, “You are, like, such a snob. This one was, like, a virgin. Virgin pleasure servant I mean. She had all the hunger and desire of a regular pleasure servant with total naivete of someone just turned into one. Totally beats how blasé the regular pleasure servants are. Not even the Custodian and the Caretaker can make a person like that no matter what else they can do.”

This gave Casi a light chuckle. “A virgin pleasure servant, huh. I didn’t know we were getting any fresh blood in here for that sort of thing.”

Sable leaned forward , saying in a confiding tone, “We’re not. This one broke in here to spy on someone. She got nabbed by the Custodian and inducted and indoctrinated. Guess who she was sent here to spy on?”

Casi’s eyes twinkled. “Me!”

Sable snapped her fingers and frowned at her surprise being frustrated. “Aw, how did you guess?”

Casi put her arm around her pet who had been sitting passively, awaiting direction. “Because this is her accomplice.” Casi declared.

For the first time, Sable paid attention to the girl sitting next to Casi. She gave her a good look, her eyes running up and down the young woman’s body.

“You’re shitting me!” Sable gasped.

Casi nodded and turned to her pet. “Pet, tell Sable here who you were.”

The pet spoke to Sable, bashful and blushing, “I was Nicki Smith. I was a private detective paid by my lady’s husband to spy on her here. The Custodian captured me and with my lady’s help, revealed my need to serve and love my lady. I was turned into my lady’s pet to completely serve her needs and to fulfill my purpose.”

“Oh niiiice!” Sable declared. “I so wish I could get one of these. She looks delicious.”

“Then have a taste.” Casi said. “Lie down on the bed, my pet.”

The pet reclined supine on the bed. Sable joined them their while Casi took a platter of cream cheese off the breakfast tray. She scooped up cream cheese with a butter knife and spread it across the pet’s pussy, topping it with lox. Sable picked up a jar of marmalade and dropped dabs of it over the pet’s breasts, using a spoon to smear it over her tits.

“Where’d you get the idea for her form?” Sable asked as she knelt on the bed above the pet’s head and began to lick the sticky marmalade off her breasts.

“Freshman roommate in college.” Casi replied from in-between the pet’s legs, eating the lox off her cream cheese covered cunt. “I had a major crush on her but never did anything about it. I was so repressed back then. This is my second chance to enjoy her.”

“How fast does she cum?” Sable asked, her breath growing deeper..

Casi grinned as she began to lick the cream cheese. “As fast or as slow as I want. I bet you can’t make her cum.”

Sable took that as a challenge. “We’ll see about that!” Her tongue glided over the pet’s marmalade stained breasts while Casi sucked cream cheese off her pussy. The pet began to squirm as the two tongues lapped up their food and lashed against her. A tingly warmth captured her throbbing pussy and the small mounds of her breasts and coursed throughout rest of her body. Her pulse began to race and she clenched her fists and grit her teeth, fighting the delicious urge to cum. As much as she wanted to, her lady had expressed the desire for her to orgasm only at her command. The pet could not fail her.

“God this is turning me on!” Sable sighed, heaving deeply. She pressed the pet’s wet tits together with her hands and licked between them. Casi nodded and wrapped her lips around the pet’s cleaned cunt and had her tongue dance over the pet’s clit.

The pet’s body began to thrum. Her heart was beating so hard that she thought it might explode from her chest at any minute. She contained the urge to scream, trying desperately to keep her voice deep within her throat .

Sable leaned back on her haunches and began to knead her own breasts. “Oh fuck, this is so hot. I can’t stand it.”

Casi peered at her from the pet’s cunt. “Concede our bet and my pet will let you cum.”

Sable nodded her head vigorously. “I give up. I surrender.” She hissed, her voice hot and hungry, crawling forward and crouching over the pet’s head so that her cunt and the pet’s lips could lock in a kiss. The pet pressed her face against Sable’ trembling sex. Its crevice yawned wide open as if hungry to be eaten. Sable’s moans grew louder and louder as she rode the pet’s tongue as if it were a hard prick, but this cock was darting deep within her, exploring and tasting. Sable arched her back, rising and falling in a subtle rhythm with the pet’s tongue and rubbing her breasts. Her dark lashes fluttered furiously and her heavy chest rose and fell invitingly as her rhythm of her gasps and pants picked up speed. Casi herself was becoming flushed as her eyes drank in the erotic display. She started, without realizing it, to stroke herself.

Sable was crying now, tears of ecstatic joy streaming down her face. The pet felt the woman’s cunt muscle start to pulse as she worked her tiring tongue around Sable’s nub and then drove deep within her again. Suddenly, Sable began to tremble and then squealed, her snatch oozing its hot wetness and the pet greedily licking it clean. Sable slid back on to the bed, gasping desperately for breath.

“I think I’m in love.” Sable sighed. “I wish I could afford one of these.”

The pet blushed brightly at the complement as she left for some towels to clean her and Sable.

“Yes she is delightful.” Casi replied. “But let me see if I can recover your stolen pleasure servant. “I am the free-est spender her. A bigger one than even Carol Munro. That gives me some influence with the Custodian. Let’s find her and make your case.

The three left for the great hall. The pet was dressed in only hot pink “boy short” panties and matching pink high heels. Casi was dressed in an elegant flowing sheer gown that was transparent where it fell upon her skin. She stepped softly in slippers that looked kind of like ballet shoes.

The great hall was in its usual state of orgiastic glory. The only thing out-of-the ordinary was a black statue in the middle of the hall and the three made a detour from their mission to take a closer look. The figure was of a large, nude woman of curvaceous sensuality on her hands and knees, her head pulled back so she face forward. The substance the statue appeared to be made of was a shiny, black plastic that reflected light in blinding flashes. A plaque before the statute read, “Raven”.

“So this is the the Custodian did to Raven’s for telling Nicki where to find me.” Casi mused. “Seems kind of tame for a punishment.”

“Wait there’s more.” Sable giggled pointing behind the statue.

A man walked up to the Raven statue’s raised, heavy ass. He took its hard waist and began thrusting his erect cock deeply into the statue and taunting the frozen form at the same time. “Remember me, Raven? Call me a pencil-dick, will you, you bitch. You feel that? Feel like a pencil to you, skank? That’s 10-inches, you cunt. You like that? You’d better! I’m gonna take my time giving it to ya! When I’m done there’s a line of guys you fucked with who are gonna give it to ya, you fucking slut.” The women soon discovered that the statue’s ass and pussy was not made or encased in the same hard black plastic as the rest of the its body but was naked human flesh and the man was slapping the naked butt until it was red.

The three women walked around to the front of the figure. Looking closely at Raven’s frozen face, they found the eyes remained in their natural state and rolling back into head from rapturous ecstasy. their whites set off brightly against the inky blackness of the substance that was the rest of her skin.

“What a slut! She is totally enjoying this.” Sable tisked “Raven is incorrigible. The Custodian and the Caretaker are going to have to get more imaginative with punishing her if they ever expect to teach her to behave.

Casi chuckled but her voice took a darker tone. “True. Their power is incredible. Imagine if it was unrestrained. Who knows what kind of trouble they could cause if they used it for evil purposes.”

“Whatever.” Sable replied who was not interested in being too thoughtful about the matter. “Like, I just want my hot pleasure servant back. Hey, there is Mr. Jenkins. Maybe he knows where the Custodian is.”

Mr. Jenkins was standing across the hall before a curtain of scarlet that covered a chamber entrance way. He was nude, as always, with his powerful arms crossed and an impassive look on his face. Sable led Casi and her pet to him. Sable clasped her hands around Mr. Jenkins biceps with the familiarity of an old lover.

“Mr. Jenkins.” She said pleasantly. “It’s so weird to find you not enjoying yourself or anyone else.”

Mr. Jenkins gave Sable a disapproving look. “My goddess ordered me to guard this entrance.” He said gruffly, cocking his head to the curtained entrance. “She holds court within.”

“Mr. Jenkins!” Sable laughed. “You’re finally spoken for? No way! Who is she?”

Mr. Jenkins glared viciously at Sable. “Her name may not be spoken, least of all to or by a common whore like yourself.” He spat.

“Why you...” Sable cried, preparing to scratch him with her nails Casi quickly intervened between the two.

“Mr. Jenkins. May we pay our respects to your goddess with our worship?” She said. Her voice was mixed with counterfeit reverence and pleading.

Mr. Jenkins was silent for a few moments but finally stepped back and pulled back the curtain. “You may.” He said. “Even if it is more than you deserve!” He added, looking at Sable. The comment almost caused Sable to explode again, but Casi pulled her away before anything more than angry looks could be thrown.

“What the hell is wrong with him!?” Sable grumbled. “He’s acting like way weird.”

“He isn’t the only one.” Casi gasped. “Look.”

In the interior of the room knelt row after row of naked men and women, customers of this house, each chanting softly in unison, “Goddess. Goddess. Goddess.” The men were yanking their stiff cocks at the same time and in perfect rhythm with each syllable of their chant. The women had a breast cupped with one had and the other at their pussies, kneading and stroking in perfect time to the word they spoke over and over. From the ceiling hung cylindrical cages in which writhed individual men and women whom Casi and Sable knew as the really big players and high rollers who came to this place. They were displayed like sex-starved trophies. All looked with hungry longing toward a woman who was sitting in a large throne-like chair made of stone at the far end of the room.

The woman was middle-aged but with a long knockout figure cared for by the best, most expensive kind of plastic surgery money that showed few traces that she had been under the knife. Her hair was the color and style of a barbie blonde. She was leaning back as a pleasure servant knelt on either side of her, sucking and licking at a breast. The pet and Sable both knew the pleasure servant on the woman’s left. It was pleasure servant nora. Kneeling before the woman was a young muscular man with spiky black hair. It was easy to tell from his head’s bobbing motion between the woman’s thighs that he was vigorously chewing her out.

The woman’s face was fixed with a smile that she showed she was enjoying the utmost ecstasy, not only from having multiple slaves work her but from an incredible secret power that he was just waiting to display. It was an evil smile and it gave Sable, Casi and even Casi’s pet the shivers.

“Holy shit!” Sable exclaimed. “That woman in the chair! It’s Carol Munro!”

Standing between Carol and her worshipers was the latex-clad Custodian. Her hands were clenched in fists.

“If I had had my way, Carol,you would have been tossed out on your ass a long time ago and never been allowed to come back!” The Custodian yelled.

“Yes, but you didn’t have your way.” Carol replied languidly. “The Caretaker was always so understanding of me. I bet you are still wondering where he is. Well, let me show you.”

Carol waved to the young man serving her between her legs. He lifted his head and turned to glance at the Custodian. He was a comely youth typical of the heartthrobs found in teen magazines. What made him different was the abnormally long and large, abnormally prehensile tongue that hung from his mouth. The vacant look on his face showed that he was meant for only one thing, working the pussy of his mistress. It was a task he quickly returned to.

The Custodian gasped. “The Caretaker! How could you have transformed him? It’s impossible!”

Carol gave a lazy smile. “Oh, it was easy. The Caretaker is a man after all and, like any man, it only takes a blow job to get what you need from him. He told me the secret of his power and yours while I was going down on him.”

The Custodian’s arm shot up and she spread back her palm to shoot out a jet of an inky black substance in Carol’s direction. Carol casually lifted her hand, showing a wide black disk set in her palm. The substance shot from the Custodian impacted against an invisible barrier and then ricocheted back to its author, spraying her body with the viscous liquid. The Custodian uttered a muffled groan and fell to her knees as the ink slid down her body, taking possession of her flesh and distorting her form as it flowed and dripped. Her body looked like a wax candle melting under a flame.

Carol gave a sigh of exasperation and turned her hand to gaze at the disk on her palm. “Yes, I now know the secret of your power. Once the Caretaker told me, it was just a matter of getting it from him. I drugged him and stole it while he was knocked out. Now I have to Toska Disk and the power to mold bodies and minds to my whims. I was so delighted to learn how easy it is to control. The source of your power is only a copy of the real thing made by the real thing. Its power can not stand against the original’s even if it is used by a total novice like me.”

The Custodian exhaled an unearthly groan in reply as her body continued to lose its composition. She was melting into a growing black pool of black liquid.

Carol returned her gaze to the dissolving Custodian. She turned up her nose in disgust. “Now, now now. I want my playthings to be arousing or amusing. You won’t be either if you turn into a big pool of goo.”

Carol concentrated and instantly the Custodian’s melting process began to reverse. The pool of ink beneath her began to flow back into the remnants of her feminine form and rebuilt her.

“You act like such a cunt, Custodian.” Carol declared. “Why not make you one.”

At that moment, the Custodian’s body began to warp beyond her original shape. Her waist evaporated into ultra-waspishness while her hips widened into an incredibly disproportionate size. Her breasts expanded to comical proportions to bob on her chest like beach balls on the ocean surf. After the ink had cast her in this ludicrous form, most of it began to disappear, revealing a child-like face with big sparkling blue eyes, a narrow short nose and big pillowy red lips. What was left on her head was sculpted into a mien of long overly teased and bright blonde hair that fell to her waist.

For a moment the Custodian blinked confused but then drank in the sight of her new body with horror. She opened her mouth as if to protest but only one word came out of her full red lips. “Cock!”

Carol smiled. “That can be arranged.” She snapped her fingers and two of her nude, fully erect male worshipers advanced on the kneeling transformed Custodian.

“Cock!” The Custodian protested as the men took her. One leaned on her shoulders to press her onto her hands before him. The other knelt behind her wide ass and pressed his wagging prick within her.

“Cock!” Blurted the transformed Custodian but her face showed her resistance, and intelligence was waning. “Cock.” She said again but this time the word was laced with lust. She stared and the penis of the man before her as if it were beckoning her. She licked her lips and slid it into her mouth. Now a slave to the only desire Carol had allowed her in her transformation, she rocked back and forth between the two men as the she was fucked by the one behind and she serviced the one in front.

Casi and Sable watched in horror as Carol easily subdued the once powerful Custodian. The pet stared at the scene, uncomprehending of the meaning of what had just happened. She sensed her lady’s concern and that filled her with unease.

“Sable.” Casi whispered to her friend. “I am going to ask you to do something and you are not going to like it.”

“Run like hell?” Sable hissed back. “I can do that.”

Casi took her hand and pulled Sable further into the room “No, I need you to be a decoy.”

Sable’s eyes went wide. “You have so got to be shitting me!” She protested.

“We have to stop Carol. She has the power of the Caretaker and the Custodian. Who knows what trouble she’ll cause not only here but outside of here. I have a plan,but I have to get closer to her.”

Sable started to tremble. “Oh, alright. But this plan had so better work. If she turns me into something weird, you so got to get me turned back into me.”

Casi stroked her shoulder. “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.”

Sable didn’t look convinced but she took on the part she had to play.

“Hey Carol!” She yelled, stomping toward the enthroned woman. “You bitch! You stole my pleasure servant and I totally want her back!

Carol barely looked up as she savored the delicious pleasure her slaves bestowed upon her.

“Oh, it’s you Sable. If you want your pleasure servant so much, you can have her.” Carol declared abstractly. She whispered to the pleasure servant that had been Nora as she sucked at her breast. Pleasure servant nora looked up and Carol slid her palm over the pleasure servant’s lips, painting them black with the ink from the Toska Disk.

Pleasure servant nora casually walked over to Sable with the fluid motion of a runway model. Her black lips made her vacant gaze appear sinister and Sable tenses as she came closer.

“You want me?” Pleasure servant nora asked dreamily as she closed in on Sable.

Sable tried to say something but terror was rising in her face. She was ready to run in panic but she found her eyes could not turn away from the way the light twinkled on the pleasure servant’s lips. All she could do was stand still and look stupidly as the pleasure servant descended upon her.

The pleasure servant walked up so close to Sable so that their bodies were nearly touching. Pleasure servant nora took put her arms around Sable’ shoulders who could only utter a murmur in protest. Her eyes were still transfixed on the glossy lips of ebony.

“If you like me, be me.” The pleasure servant whispered and pressed her lips against Sable’s. The blackness of the pleasure servant’s lips was transferred to Sable. The substances expanded over her lip-locked face and over her head and down her entire body. When Sable emerged again, her hair was red like pleasure servant nora’s, her skin was milky white like pleasure servant nora’s, she was just as tall as pleasure servant nora. In fact, Sable was now the exact mirror image of pleasure servant nora.

Sable pushed away for a moment and looked over her transformed self. “I’m you!” She exclaimed

“I’m you!” Pleasure servant nora said at the same time as if she had made the same thought at the same time. “You’re me.”

“You’re me.” Sable said in unison with her copy. Both women took a sultry smile and pressed tightly against each other in a lurid embrace. They kissed again but this time like forbidden twin lovers with hot, wet mouths and hungry, dancing tongues.

Carol snapped her fingers and the twins looked up instantly. They made their sexy walk back to their queen and took position on each of her breasts and began to lovingly lick and suck them.

Sable’s sacrifice had allowed Casi and her pet had close half the distance needed to reach Carol. Casi couldn’t believe the could get much closer without Carol detecting and neutralizing them so she fell back on another plan.

Casi whispered into her pet’s ear. “When I say the words, ‘Carol, you ignorant slut’ I want Nicki Smith, private detective, to return and be completely in control. I want her to know, that no matter what she thinks about what I’ve done to her and what I’ve made her do, Carol Munro needs to be stopped.”

Casi then swept forward toward Carol, no longer attempting to conceal her presence, with her pet in tow. Carol paid no attention until Casi was a few feet away.

“So the great queen bee bitch Casi Reikert graces us mere mortals with her presence.” Carol said with an impatient sigh.

“Looks like you captured a captive audience, Carol.” Casi declared haughtily.

Carol waved away the servants attending her and leaned forward with a evil smile. “I finally have the adoration I so richly deserve.”

Casi smirked. “Yes, I see. You’ve never been able to make friends. Now thanks to that disk you can MAKE all the friends you want.”

Carol laughed grudgingly, glancing over the sparkly black disk in her palm. “Speaking of making friends, who is YOUR friend.”

“My pet.”

“Nice look. I’ll give you this, Casi, you may be a total bitch but you’re a classy total bitch.”

“You are too kind, Carol. So, if you don’t mind me asking. What’s next for you and your new toy?.”

Carol stood up and strode to Casi and her pet.

“Oh, some simple things. I haven’t decided what specific body to take yet, but I will be most beautiful woman on earth. Then I’ll make millions of worshipers, maybe have them build a temple to me in the Hamptons. Who knows? Empress of the World sounds like a good title.”

“Carol, you ignorant slut! You always did have delusions of grandeur.”

The pet felt her mind swoon. Her brain was like an empty well suddenly being filled by a torrent of water. Almost in an instant she remembered who she had been and what she had been. More importantly, she remembered the mission that Casi had entrusted to her. She remained completely still, showing the passive look she had displayed when she had been the pet in mind, betraying none of her mental reversion to her old self as Nicki Smith.

Carol was standing right in front of Casi now and raised her palm over the other woman’s head. “Now my delusions are going to become the world’s reality.”

A thin thread of black ink shot down from the disk in Carol’s hand, piercing without a mark into Casi’s forehead. Casi’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. At first her face tensed in shock but then her eyes fixed on Carol and her expression increasingly began to show desire and then an all consuming obsession. Casi fell to her knees her mouth moving but uttering no words. She barely blinked as if she did not want to lose sight of Carol for even an instant.

Carol smirked. The black thread retreated from Casi back into Carol’s palm. “Not such hot stuff are you now, bitch!”

Casi pressed a cheek down upon Carol’s feet, her once merry and elegant voice now tarnished with desperate lust and hunger. “My mistress, my goddess! I love you. I love you with all my heart. Please fuck me! Please fuck me, I beg you, please fuck me! ”

The sight of Casi at Carol’s feet in a heap of abject obedience nearly stunned Nicki but she retained control and did not budge.

“Up!” Carol ordered “Into a cage!”

Casi rose, letting her robe fall from her body, sliding out of her slippers, and,completely nude she backed into an empty cage. She closed the door and grasped the bars, writhing her body against them.

“Oh please, goddess, please take me! Please! I’ll die if you don’t!” Casi begged pitifully. She crossed her thighs around her bar and pulled herself up and down it, streaking the iron rod with her sex’s wetness.

Carol pulled the pet in front of her. “No way, Casi. I am going to enjoy your pet while you watch and beg me to do the same to you!” Carol taunted.

“No! Not her! Me...Take me!” Casi cried as if in pain, tears streaming down her face. “I am yours to use!”

Carol started to laugh but was interrupted when Nicki shoved an elbow into the triumphant woman’s soft abdomen. Carol started to double over but was knocked back up and back by Nicki’s backhanded uppercut against her jaw. Carol Munro fell backwards and landed on her ass with a loud smack and then collapsed on her back, unconscious.

Nicki quickly peeled the Toska Disk from Carol’s hand and stuck on her own palm. She felt dizzy for a second and then found her perception of reality had suddenly changed. Nicki found once she held the disk, she seemed to intuitively know how to make it work. She could sense that every person in the room, their clothes, their bodies, their thoughts, were malleable and she could change and mold them according to her will. She had only to think what and who they would become and the Toska Disk would reach out to them with its ink and make her dream a reality. Carol was right. The disk was easy to use.

Nicki knew she had great power and it was tempting to take advantage of it. It was only tempting for a minute. Making people to order had never been a fantasy for Nicki so the power was easy to give away. She reached out to the young man that had been marked as the Caretaker. She used the Toska Disk to probe him and uncover the self he had been before Carol had transformed him and willed that he be restored him that state. A jet of ink flowed out of the disk in Nicki’s hand and poured over the young man. When it disappeared, a tall gray-haired man of middle age in a white suit emerged.

Nicki slipped the Toska Disk from her hand. “I think this is yours.” She told him.

The man smiled sheepishly. “Thank you my dear. We have a lot to talk about. First, let me clean up this unpleasant mess.”

Nicki watched as he restored Carol’s worshipers to their proper mental and physical states. He had to endure a angry tirade from the Custodian after she had been returned to her imposing form. After he had taken enough, he beckoned the Custodian, Nora in her original form and Nicki, in hers as well, to follow him. Nicki turned to see Casi studying her intently. She had a look like she had something important to say and was waiting for a gesture from Nicki to come forward and tell her. But Nicki turned and followed the others.

The four arrived in the Caretaker’s office, an opulent decorated room that looked like it might have been a royal chamber in Versailles.

The .Caretaker sat behind a desk and began to explain. “My real name is Don Carson and the Custodian is Carla Paulson. We are, um, were archeologists. We were on a dig in Utah when our team came across an alien spaceship that had crashed here thousands of years ago. There wasn’t much but wreckage left behind, but there was this, the Toska Disk.” He told them showing the ebony disk on his plam. “That was what the alien records that survived and we could decipher called it. As you know, it is easy to control and once we learned what it was and what it could do, we knew we could not let its secret get out. A government or corporation could use it for a weapon, or worse. So we used it to wipe the minds of the other team members of any knowledge of the crashed ship and kept the disk has our secret.”.

“If it was so dangerous, why keep it?” Nicki asked. “Why not drop it in the ocean or bury it somewhere?”

“Case you didn’t know. Outside of the movies, archeologists don’t pull in the bucks or get much action.” The Custodian sneered.

The Caretaker nodded. “It’s true. We didn’t want the disk to fall into the wrong hands but we realized its potential to make us rich and make people happy while doing it. In fact, that was the disk’s original purpose. The crashed spaceship was a pleasure ship and its makers used it to make peoples fantasies realities. For a price of course. We just took their idea to a terrestrial level. We’ve made a lot of money at it and the ‘fringe’ benefits are, ahem, stimulating. Before now we’ve never had any problems with the customers since they love what we offer and they’re discreet about the service because they don’t want to ruin the it.”

“Until Carol Munro got other ideas.” Nicki observed.

The Custodian sighed and the Caretaker rolled her eyes.

“Yes, unfortunately she was too ambitious and, ahem, very persuasive. But she was an exceptional case.”

“What’s going to happen to her?” Nora asked.

“If I had my way, she be sucking cock for all eternity.” The Custodian grumbled.

“Ahem!” The Caretaker interrupted. “Her mind was wiped of all memory of this place. She was planted with a suggestion to move to Los Angeles and start a career in charity work. But that still leaves you two. We’re very grateful for you assistance in stopping her. We’ve not had intruders before but the protocol is that they are to be neutralized, mind wiped of any memory of this place and returned outside.” He said this with an angry glare at the Custodian.

“Hey, that’s your protocol not mine.” The Custodian replied. “I’ve got to have some fun.”

Now it was the Caretaker’s turn to roll his eyes. He returned to his conversation with Nicki and Nora. “If your experience here was unpleasant we can wipe your minds or...”

“I want to stay.” Nora interrupted.

All eyes turned to her with surprise.

“What?” She responded with a shrug. “The sex was great and the body was way hot. Why would I want to give that up? Like you guys need some help stopping anyone else from breaking in. I got us in here so I am the perfect person to keep anyone else out.”

The Caretaker nodded. “She has a point.”

The Custodian agreed. “Yeah. I could use the help since you have a way of disappearing when you’re fucking around.”

The Caretaker sighed again, but this time with annoyance. “Very well, my dear, give me your palm.” He slipped his hand over Nora’s. When he removed it, an identical disk to his own was left there.

Nora closed her eyes and concentrated. Blackness quickly flowed from her new disk, covering her body and changing it, making her leaner, taller, leggier and bustier once again. The ink eroded to leave her with the clothes fitting for a role playing dominatrix—a rubber jacket and short dress that clung to her body like a second skin, long black stockings and obscenely tall high heeled shoes. Pinned above her right breast was a silver star like a sheriff in an old tv western might wear.

Nora drank in the new look she had made for herself. “Cool. Call me the Constable.” She laughed.

The Custodian let slip a bemused smile. “Welcome to the team, my dear.” He said. Then he turned to Nicki. “And what can we do for you?” He asked.

Nicki grinned.

Days later Casi Reikert was leaving her posh townhouse when she nearly knocked down Nicki Smith as she was coming up the stairs to the front door.

“Oh, hi!” Casi exclaimed nervously.

“Hi.” Nicki replied.

“Look, we never had a chance to talk about what happened...” Casi started.

“What’s to talk about?” Nicki interrupted.

“Oh.” Casi said sadly. “I suppose you are here to talk to my husband. If you are going to tell him where I’ve been going and what I have been doing, let me have a chance to do it first. Then I’ll gather my things and go.”

“I’m here to talk to him.” Nicki told her firmly. “But not to tell him what really happened. I am going to say that you go to an exclusive spa those weekends you are away,”

“But...but the things I did to you ” Casi sputtered with amazement.

“We both know that you made me do what I wanted to do and made me be what I wanted to be but was too repressed to admit. It was very therapeutic. I was wound too tight and it was interfering with my love life. After being with you, I got back together with my old boyfriend and screwed him so much my pussy has been sore for days. I don’t want to be your slave bitch twenty-four seven, but I think I wouldn’t mind it once and a while to blow off some of my steam.”

Casi blushed as Nicki spoke,but tittered with excitement at Nicki’s revelations. “I hoped you would say something like this, but I never dreamed it would actually happen. I’ll make some arrangement with the Caretaker.”

“Already taken care of. They owed me a serious favor for saving their asses from Carol Munro so they were willing to give me whatever I wanted.”

“Oh Nicki! This is great. I can’t wait.”

“Next month then. And maybe sometime you can be the pet.”

“Oh Nicki, THAT can be arranged.”