The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was June 19th and the Lockheed Electra had just touched down in Rangoon, Myanmar. The pilot steered her plane free of the runway as reporters looked on and after finishing their post flight checks, she and her navigator, Fred Noonan, stepped down from the plane.

Almost instantly, reporters were on them. How were things going, the reporters wanted to know. Had they encountered any troubles along the way? What was next on the trip?

Amelia answered the questions that by now she’d become used to and all the while, a man waited by a car.

When the reporters finally moved away, that was when the man stepped forward. He was an Asian man with a round face and he wore a hat and an overcoat. “Ms. Earhart,” the man said as he presented amelia with his card, “my name is Mr. Wu and my employer would like to speak with you.”

“And who might that be, Mr. Wu?”

“His name is Kenji Matsumoto,” Mr. Wu said. “He’s a very important man. He asked specifically to see you.”

“We’ve got a tight schedule Mr. Wu.”

“Mr. Matsumoto understands that. He says you must need to eat after long trip. He say he give you dinner. Then you go but he say you have to eat anyway.”

Amelia smiled at that. “A practical man. I like that.”

“Yes indeed.”

“It’s only for dinner, right?” Amelia asked.

“Only dinner and then I bring you back to your hotel when dinner is done.”

“I don’t know,” Amelia said hesitantly.

“Mr. Matsumoto is a very important man,” Wu reminded them.

“All right. We’ll go.”

Mr. Matsumoto was a stern looking man. He looked to be about sixty or seventy. He was a lean man with short, black hair.

He welcomed Fred and Amelia into his house.

It was just the three of them for dinner although a young woman appeared from time to time to serve them. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. She had long, black hair and deep, guileless eyes and she said never a word as she served them.

“You surprise me,” Mr. Matsumoto said when dinner was over.

“I do?” Amelia asked.

“Yes, you do. You fly airplanes. Do you not consider that a man’s job?”

Amelia couldn’t help but stiffen at the rebuke. “A man’s job, Mr. Matsumoto? No, I don’t think it’s a man’s job. I think anyone should be able to fly, man or woman.”

“Ah, I see, but being a pilot requires you to make decisions.”

“Yes, so?”

“So making decisions are against the natural order of things. Women are much more comfortable when men make the decisions for them.”

“Sorry, Mr. Matsumoto, but I just don’t agree. Women are perfectly able to make decisions on their own.”

“Oh I agree. They can but why should they when there’s a man to tell them what to do. Take Keiko here.”

Amelia looked at the serving girl.

“My wife is sixty-three years old but she doesn’t look it, does she?”

“This is your wife,” Amelia spluttered.

“Yes, of course.”

“But shouldn’t she be joining us at the table here then?”

“Oh heavens no. She is a woman and she knows what it means to be a woman. She wants to be told what to do so I tell her what to do and she is rejuvenated by the process.”

Amelia looked at the woman. It was hard to believe that she was sixty-three. No, not hard. Impossible. It just wasn’t believable.

“I think you would benefit a bit if you stopped making decisions for yourself,” their host said. “Letting someone else make the decisions reduces stress and makes one younger. Let men make the decisions for you. It’s what their job is and they are just so much better at it than women.”

Amelia put her napkin down. “I think we’d best be going,” she said.

“I see I’ve offended you,” their host said. “That was never my intention though.”

“Uh huh.”

“Just think about it. It’s for your own good.”

“I think I know well enough what’s for my own good,” Amelia snapped back. “Thank you for the meal but we must be going.”

“Did you believe all the stuff that guy was shoveling back there?” Amelia asked after Mr. Wu had dropped them off back at the hotel.

Fred Noonan shook his head. “Air travel may be making the world smaller but there’s still a lot that’s different between the cultures.”

“Yeah, I know, but it got to me, having him talk to me like that. I mean I don’t care if he liked me or not but we were his guests. We were guests in HIS house and if you ask me, it’s a rotten way to treat your guests.”

“I can’t argue with you there, Amelia.”

“Ah well, it kind of gives this leg of our journey a rather unappetizing end but then it makes me want all that much more to be up in the air again and on our way on the next leg of our journey.”

“I hear that.”

Amelia stopped at her hotel room door. “This is me,” she said. “I’ll see you in the morning, right.”

“You know it. First thing in the morning.”

“All right then. Good night, Fred.”

“Good night, Amelia.”

The next morning found Amelia waking to the sound of someone knocking on her door. That was odd, she thought sluggishly. Why would someone be knocking on her door.

Almost in the same instant though, she remembered. Oh my God. The flight. What the hell was the matter with her?

She raced to the door and there was Fred. “Oh my gosh, Fred. I totally overslept.”

“You? That’s not like you.”

“I know. I know. I’m so totally not ready though. Do you think you can give me a few minutes to get ready.”

“It’s not a problem, Amelia. Just stop by my room when you’re done and we’ll go get breakfast, okay?”

“Okay, Fred, and like I said before. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Okay?”

“Okay.”

The truth though was that she was worried about it. She’d always been punctual and precise and something as silly as not waking up on time, that was just so not her.

It wasn’t long though before she was knocking on Fred’s door and soon the two of them were at breakfast.

They’d been traveling together for so long now that it was almost routine. They’d order their meal but almost as soon as the waiter had left, they’d go on to talk about the flight and the day ahead and what they expected to see and only after they were sure they knew what to expect did they go on to talk about other things.

The first leg of their journey on this particular day was a quick trip into Bangkok where they’d refuel the plane and then they’d be in the air again and on their way to Singapore and on the ground before nightfall.

They finished their meal quickly and then it was out to the airport. Reporters had already gathered to watch and watch they did as Amelia performed the pre-flight checks on her plane. Soon enough, she announced that the plane was ready to go.

“It looks like we have some good flying ahead,” Amelia announced. “We’re going to be flying to Bangkok for a refueling stop and then it’s on to Singapore by nightfall.”

“How’s the weather look, Amelia.”

“So far so good. Some high clouds but not bad but we take the weather as we get it, you know.”

“Any words for the readers back home?”

“Just tell them that I’ll be back soon.”

The impromptu press conference soon ended and Amelia and Fred climbed up into the plane and before long, they were on their way.

They came into Bangkok shortly after noon and as Fred and Amelia stood by their plane waiting for the fuel truck to arrive, Amelia suddenly giggled.

Fred was surprised. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I was just thinking about the name,” Amelia said with another giggle. “Bang cock. Don’t you think that’s funny?”

Fred wasn’t sure what to say. He was sure of one thing though. In all the time that he and Amelia had spent together, he’d never seen her giggle.

“Oh come on,” Amelia needled him. “You’ve got to think that’s at least kind of funny.”

“Well maybe,” Fred allowed.

“No maybes about it. It’s funny,” but then Amelia was serious again as the fuel truck arrived. She wasn’t going to let anyone do anything to her plane that she hadn’t personally supervised.

Fred couldn’t help but look after Amelia even as she guided the fuelers to her plane. He’d heard what she’d said but for a moment there, it had almost seemed as if she were a different person. In the next moment though, he was chastising himself. Amelia was most definitely Amelia and even if she’d made a rather stupid joke, it was still just that, a joke, and he was making way too much of it than he should have.

And besides, there was Amelia supervising the fuel transfer. What could possibly be wrong?

They were late getting back into the air and arrived in Singapore barely before dark.

The next day put the two of them in Bandoeng in the Dutch East Indies. Amelia had fretted about the way the engines were acting and so upon landing, they made only a brief stop to talk with the press before going on to find a mechanic.

They found a KLM man. “What seems to be the problem?” he asked.

“The port side engine’s running a bit rough. I can get the RPM’s up but it starts to shake and I have to pull it back.”

“Gotcha. No problems on the starboard side?”

“Nope. That’s fine.”

“Okay. Let me see what I can do to get you back in the air again.”

“Any idea how long?”

“Two maybe three days. I can’t say for sure until I get a look at it.”

Amelia was hardly happy with that. She’d hoped they could be on their way the next day but if there was one thing she’d learned about aviation, it was that you didn’t cut corners on the maintenance. “All right. We’ll be staying at the Grand Princess. Could you let us know when the plane is ready?”

“Will do.”

Amelia looked at Fred. “I guess that’s all we can do for now,” she said. “We need to let the folks back home know that we’ve been delayed.”

“That goes without saying.”

“I think we’re still on a good track to make it back by the Fourth.”

“I agree.”

“But we’re pretty close to the edge as it is. I don’t think we can take many more delays.”

“True but we’ve still got a little slack left.”

“Yeah but I have a feeling that we may need it before all is said and done.”

The two travelers went to their hotel and they checked in and it wasn’t long before they were being let in to their rooms by one of the hotel’s bellboys. They had adjoining rooms and the last Fred saw of Amelia was of her waving good night to him as she disappeared into her room. “See you in the morning, Fred.”

“Yep,” he agreed. “See you in the morning, Amelia.”

The next morning found Amelia waking to the sight of sunlight streaming in through her windows. What the heck, she wondered. How long had she been asleep?

She didn’t give it another thought though. If she’d slept late, it was probably because she’d needed it, she told herself as she headed off to her shower and if she was going to sleep in, it was a good thing to do it when they didn’t have to fly that day. In fact, now that she thought about it, she figured that was exactly why she’d slept in.

And besides, moments later as she was getting ready to take her shower, she discovered something else to occupy her mind.

Her breasts were bigger.

But that didn’t make any sense.

It didn’t make any sense, she realized. Her breasts couldn’t be bigger than they had been before. That meant they’d always been this size. Whew, that was good to know. It was a relief to know that her breasts had always been this size.

She was still getting ready when she heard a knock at her door. She bounded over to get it.

It was Fred. “Hey, Ame—What the heck?”

“What?”

“Did you dye your hair?”

“Me? No. Why would you say that?”

“Just look at yourself.”

Amelia went back and she looked at herself in the mirror. That was strange, she thought. Her hair was still brown and it was still short but now that she was looking at it, she had to admit that it did look lighter.

But come on. Really, how could that be? Hair just didn’t get lighter on its own and she most certainly had not done anything to it so of course the only answer was that it was the same as it had always been and that’s exactly what she told Fred.

He was looking at her somewhat dubiously and it was clear that he didn’t exactly believe it but in the end, he decided not to push it any farther. “What should we do today?” he asked.

“I don’t know. It’s not like we had any plans.”

“Any more plans than just spending the night you mean.”

“That’s what I meant.”

“I suppose we could go the tourist route and just see what there is to see.”

Now that she thought about it, Amelia realized that that was a great idea. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she realized just how good it was to let a man do the thinking for her. “But I would like to to put in a call home,” she said. “We need to let George know how things are going.”

“Of course.”

They did exactly that, spending the better part of the day just being tourists and along the way, they managed to make their way over to the airfield so that they could see how the repairs were going on the airplane.

The next day, Amelia couldn’t help but stretch at the sight of the sun flowing in through her window. She liked the sun. She liked it a lot.

It was the start of another day she thought as she bounded out of bed. She wasn’t sure what she and Fred were going to do but she was sure that whatever it was, it was going to be fun because she liked having fun.

She liked having fun in the shower and she especially liked having fun with her breasts. It was funny, she thought. She hadn’t noticed how big her breasts were but one thing was totally certain. She had nice, big breasts and having nice, big breasts was really fun.

She was brushing her hair when she hard the knock at her door. That must be Fred, she thought as she bounded over to greet him.

“Ame—What is going on here?”

“What?”

“Amelia, your hair.”

Amelia dashed back to the mirror. What was wrong with her hair, she wondered and yet when she looked in the mirror, all she saw was her usual mane of golden locks cascading down around her shoulders. “What’s wrong with my hair?” she asked petulantly.

Fred just looked at her as if he didn’t know what to say.

Amelia growled to herself. Fred had just been playing a trick on her. There was nothing wrong with her hair and she should have known that. After all, hadn’t she just looked in the mirror just a few moments before but he’d made her look anyway.

Fred was still looking at her like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing and now Amelia was starting to get a little annoyed. He’d had his fun at her expense but the joke was done now. He didn’t have to keep acting like there was something wrong with her. “So what do you want to do?” she asked breezily

That seemed to finally snap Fred out of the funk he was in. “Oh, um, breakfast?”

“Sure. Whatever you say.”

After spending as much time as they had together, it almost seemed as if their routine was ... well routine. They ate together. They worked together and even when they weren’t working, they were still together. It was what came from traveling together and that was what Fred and Amelia were. They were fellow travelers.

“So what do you want to do?” Amelia asked when breakfast was over.

“I’ve got some calls to make,” Fred said.

“Oh,” Amelia said glumly. “I thought maybe we could do something together.”

“Maybe later.”

“Oh, okay,” Amelia said and she quickly brightened up. “I think maybe I can find something to do, too.”

“I’ll bet you can.”

Fred did indeed have some calls to make and considering the amount of time it took to get an overseas operator, it was quite some time later when he finally wondered just where Amelia had gone.

He checked her room but she wasn’t there. He walked around the hotel but he didn’t find her in any of the public areas. Of course, that didn’t mean anything.

He decided to see if Amelia might have gone out to the airport to see what was happening to her plane. The more Fred thought about it, the more he thought that perhaps the airfield was perhaps the first place he should have looked.

For a moment, Fred thought he wasn’t going to find Amelia in the hangar but then he heard a woman giggle and then he saw the blond bent over one of the wheels of her plane with a mechanic pushing up behind her. Her trousers were pulled down but then so were his. She was giggling as the man pressed in closer. “Oh my. You’re so rough.”

“Something tells me you like it a little rough sometimes.”

The busty blond giggled. “Well maybe I do, sometimes, but not when I’m in a plane and not when it’s in the air, silly.”

“Amelia?”

The busty blond seemed to see Fred for the first time. “Oh hi,” she said.

“Amelia, what are you doing?”

“I’m changing my name.”

“What?”

“I’m changing my name. I’m changing it to Mia because I think it sounds a lot cuter. Don’t you think so?”

Fred couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Amelia—”

The blond glared at him.

“Okay, Mia. What are you doing here?”

“This is ... what did you say your name was again?”

“Hans.”

“That’s right. Hans. Hans here said he had something he wanted to show me.”

“Mia, you’re married.”

“You’re married?” the mechanic asked.

“Uh huh. Is that a bad thing?”

“I don’t know. Is your husband here?”

“Of course not, silly. George is back home but you said you were going to show me something.”

“I did but are you sure you want it?”

“You said you were going to give me something that I needed. That’s what I want.”

“Well if that’s what you want.”

Mia couldn’t help but moan as Hans entered her.

“You like this.”

“I love it. I love it when men help me out.”

“So you think I’m helping you?”

“Mmm yeah.”

“I think so, too,” Hans said as he continued to push his way between Mia’s legs.

It was almost as if they weren’t paying attention to him or maybe it was just that they didn’t care if he saw them but there was Mia with the mechanic’s cock in her pussy and she seemed to be loving every moment of it.

“Oh fuck,” Hans groaned. “Oh fuck. I’m going to ... to ... fuck ...”

He grunted with every surge of his cock inside Mia’s tight, little pussy.

Only after Hans was done did Mia pull up her trousers. “I want to thank you, Hans,” she said.

“You want to thank me? Why do you want to thank me?”

“I wanted to thank you for using me like I needed to be used so thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What the hell was that all about,” Fred asked later as he and Mia walked back to the hotel.

“What was what all about?”

“You know what I’m talking about. What was the deal between you and that mechanic. Why’d you let him do that to you?”

Mia didn’t seem to understand. “But Fred,” she said, “it seemed like the right thing to do.”

The trip continued on. Soerabaja, Bandoeng again, Koepang and Port Darwin and from Fred’s way of looking at it, Amelia was getting worse and worse by the day. The funny thing was when she was in the cockpit, she was her old self. When she was in the cockpit, she was Amelia but almost as soon as she stepped off the plane, she would change back into Mia and it was frightening to see it happen.

Mia wasn’t frightened and why should she be. It was always so much better to let men make the decisions for you, Mia told herself. Men were so much smarter than women so if something was happening that was a “bad” thing, some man would tell her about it because that was the way it was supposed to be.

It was July 2, and they had just landed in Lae, Papua New Guinea.

Fred Noonan stayed in the plane long after Mia had stepped down and that’s when he set the radio to a prearranged channel. It didn’t take long for him to establish a patch to where he was trying to go. “I think we have a problem here,” he said.

“What sort of a problem?” said the voice at the other end of the line.

“It’s with Amelia. Her problem’s getting worse.”

“How so?”

“She’s losing focus every day. In fact the only time she seems to be in focus is when she’s flying. It seems she can still do that fine but she seems to be getting dumber and as weird as it sounds, she seems to be getting younger, too.”

“Getting younger?”

“Yeah. Younger. Like if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was maybe in her early twenties.”

“Come on.”

“It’s true. And I’d say she’s also getting blonder, too.”

“Come on, Fred. Have you been drinking?”

“No, sir. I wouldn’t drink while we were in flight. You know that, sir, and we just got into Lae a few minutes ago. I haven’t been drinking.”

“Then how can you expect us to believe these things.”

“I’m not sure I do, sir. I’m just telling you what I’m seeing. I have to wonder if maybe Amelia’s cracking up under the stress.”

“You think that’s what’s happening, Fred?”

“I don’t know, sir. All I know is that in the past couple of weeks, Amelia’s gone from Amelia Earhart to Mia Airhead.”

The man on the other end of the radio said nothing until finally he spike again. “Your next stop is Howland island, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What if I gave you another airfield to go to? Do you think you could get there?”

“I don’t know, sir. It depends on where it is.”

“It’s not that far off your current course but it’s not Howland Island. Do you think you could get there?”

“I suppose I could.”

“Good. Then here’s what I have in mind.”

It was a couple of weeks later, a Lockheed Electra touched down late at night first in Honolulu and then finally in Oakland and while the furor over the missing aviatrix and her navigator was only just dying down, the plane’s arrival went largely unnoticed as it taxied to a remote area of the airfield.

“I wonder where the press is,” Amelia mused.

“I’m sure they’ll be here,” Fred said.

“I’d thought they would be right here,” Amelia groused.

“Maybe they are. Why don’t you go see?”

“Okay.”

Amelia stepped into the darkness as she stepped down from the aircraft and it was in that instant that the headlights of the car parked on the tarmac came up and what they revealed wasn’t the aviatrix Amelia but the golden haired Mia. “Who’s there,” Mia called out.

“It’s just us,” a male voice called out in the darkness. It was voice that Mia thought she should know but she didn’t recognize it but then it didn’t really matter if she recognized it or not. It was a male voice and that meant it was good because men were so much smarter than women.

“Mia,” said Fred. “Why don’t you go play and let us talk.”

“Okay.”

The men watched Mia go off to play by herself. “You know,” said one of the men from the car, “it’s actually kind of ironic.”

“Ironic?” asked the other man from the car.

“I think I understand,” said Fred. “Amelia actually did complete her round the world flight.”

“And yet no one can ever know what she did,” said her husband, George, “because if they did know, they’d have to see her like ... like that. Amelia would gate that.”

“Yes, sir, they would,” Fred agreed.

“But if she were lost at sea, if she just disappeared, she would be respected for her bravery. She’d be a model to women everywhere.”

“That’s why you rerouted us away from Howell Island, isn’t it, sir.”

“Yes, Fred, it is.”

“You know what this means though, don’t you?”

“It means I have to disappear, too.”

“That’s exactly what it means, Fred. Amelia’s navigator can’t come back without Amelia. That just can’t happen.”

“I understand, sir. It’s for Amelia.”

“Yes, it is. It’s all for Amelia.”