The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The oblong table was very old. If it could have thought, it would have held the memories of countless philosophies. As it was, it was merely old, scarred and indifferent.

The room in which it sat was old as well, and dark. The air was filled with the heavy, heady smoke of cigars and tradition. The walls, covered with layers of paint from decades of endless renovation, vibrated slightly in concert with the voices of the men who sat in the warm, dark, womb-like chamber.

Voices rose and fell, sometimes arguing, sometimes agreeing, but a new timbre was now coloring the air. It was panic.

“Our sources know that something strange is going on that seems to have this woman at its center, but we have no idea what her motives are,” said Mr. Three. “Her influence is growing, but it is not at all clear that she is a threat.”

“Her mere presence and control is a threat; that can be taken for granted,” argued Mr. Seven, loudly. “The fact that she has managed to coerce such a large group of influential people into joining some secret quasi-religious society implies conspiracy.”

“But Mr. Seven, we have monitored many such fringe groups for years, and proven that in nearly every case that they hold no viable cause for alarm,” rebutted Mr. Four. “How can you call for the termination of Julia Shelton carte blanche?”

The argument continued for another hour, just as it had for three hours before, and for days before that. Seeing that no headway was possible, the only person of the eleven gathered around the table who had not spoken cleared his throat. The arguing quieted immediately as the assembly prepared to listen to Mr. One.

“At first glance, this appears much less than insidious. She certainly has gained the confidence of several important dignitaries, but has not done anything that appears to be particularly provocative. On the other hand, our inability to gain any information as to technique or motive is of great concern to us all. Therefore, there is threat implied by the unknown. There is obviously only one course of action. She must be interviewed.”

There was a faint sound of grumbling objection, but it was silenced as Mr. One raised his frail, trembling hand. “Gentlemen, the discussion is over. Ms. Shelton is now officially to be brought to the care of Dr. Salyer,” said Mr. One, his half-closed eyes circling the men gathered at the table.

“This meeting is adjourned.”

Julia sat quietly in the white room where she had been deposited, apparently unconscious, some hours before. She remembered being blindfolded and gagged, and a car ride, but there was a large gap between the sounds of the road and waking up in this room. Although she was no longer held by bonds, she had no real idea of the passage of time, nor could she simply walk out. Her first action had been to try the door. As expected, it was locked.

There was a small shelf that went all the way around the room about a foot from the ceiling, which was about twelve feet above her. It’s purpose was apparently to shed indirect light through the room—although it was well lit, there were no discernable shadows to be seen.

In addition, she was dressed differently. She now wore some kind of loose white utilitarian jumpsuit with a banded collar. Not sexy at all, she thought. Not comfortable, either.

She returned her attention to the room. The only feature other than the beige carpet were two comfortable armchairs, one of which she now occupied. Obviously someone else would be coming, and she wished they would come soon. She wondered if she was being watched, and guarded her emotions so that she showed no trace of the deep worry she felt inside.

Finally, the door opened, and a woman, dressed in a jumpsuit identical to her own, entered and sat in the opposite chair. She stared straight ahead, paying no attention to Julia, and making no movement other than the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

The silence continued for some time, and Julia nearly jumped out of her skin when the woman finally spoke. “Welcome, Julia Shelton. I am Dr. Emil Salyer, speaking to you through my assistant.” The voice was filled with amusement, and Julia found it particularly unnerving that the “assistant” betrayed nothing of the emotion in the voice.

“She is acting as my safety buffer, since I do not know your method of hypnosis, or mind control, or whatever it is that you do. I do know that it is nearly impossible to reverse... we’ve been trying to break Jesse Mattox for the last four days, with no success. Any progress we make is temporary. For that, you have my respect.”

Julia gave a cold, cruel smile, but inwardly could feel hysteria creeping in as she realized that she really was in deep trouble. Up to now, there had been no clue that Jesse had been missing.

“My assistant is implanted with an interface device. If you were to look under her collar, you would see a series of seven devices that look like moles, almost like a necklace, circling her neck. I won’t bore you with the details, but rest assured that she is only as present, and in control, as I wish her to be. She thinks and acts as I wish. She is completely unconscious at the moment, acting only as a communication device between us.

“If you check under your own collar, you will see that you have a set of identical devices. Please feel free to take a look,” crooned Dr. Salyer.

A panel slid up the wall to her right, revealing a full-length mirror. She considered sitting where she was, but she was curious, and she soon found that she could not help but look. She went to the mirror and pulled down her collar, seeing what might be mistaken for seven small moles, were they not perfectly spaced and identical.

“Do you see them?” queried the ersatz Dr. Salyer.

“Yes,” said Julia. “They don’t look like moles exactly though, do they?” she hissed.

“They are moles,” said the voice of the assistant.

“They are moles,” said Julia. What had she been thinking? Of course they were moles.

“You have always had them.”

“I have always had them.”

“You are mistaken. They are Dr. Salyer’s interface devices,” laughed the absentee voice.

Julia’s eyes widened, and then something happened that surprised even the good doctor. Her chin trembled and she let out a tiny sob.

Dr. Emil Salyer sat back from his remote console and sighed with satisfaction and anticipation. This “threat” was already breaking.

He leaned forward to the microphone in front of him, smiling. “Let’s talk,” he said.

Dr. Salyer rubbed his eyes, feeling their immense fatigue. His fifty-year-old hands covered his weathered, slightly gaunt face. Although he was white-haired, it was nothing new—he had been without hair color since the tender age of twenty-two. Not a particularly handsome man, he was well suited to his job as interrogator for the Board of Eleven; very few people could remember with any detail any striking features. Resting for the moment, he let his tired mind wander back and recounted the progress he had made.

He had tapped into Julia Shelton for two weeks, stopping only to give her water, food and a place to sleep. He had run her through the emotional gamut, from cruel indifference to insatiable lust, thanks to his tiny but very effective implants. However, as with her converts, he could only affect her temporarily; as soon as he turned off the interface she was as unchanged as ever.

Although he now knew more about Julia Shelton than anyone else could possibly know, the interview was getting more and more rigorous. Julia was having trouble speaking, due to the irritation of nonstop narration. Even his analytically cold heart was feeling the sympathetic effects of terrorizing her throat. It pained him to listen to her, but he could not stop. It was much too fascinating. Apparently she was some kind of savant... she could tell him what she did, but now how she knew what to do to control these other women.

Part of the secret lay in the fact that she did not coerce so much as enhance the existing psyche. In that sense, she merely empowered these women to think and act from psychological vistas they often did not know they even possessed. Then, finding weak areas in their disoriented state where they could not resist her domination, she withered anything that did not lead to complete devotion to Julia and any cause she found appealing.

She could have told them that their purpose was to collect discarded toenail clippings and they would happily do so until the day they died. Luckily for them, Julia wanted to fuck.

In fact, she had not planned to start a religious cult; it was a by-product of her own increasingly bizarre sexual excesses. On the other hand, once it had started she fell prey to her own weakness, and gradually had moved from allowing her subjects’ worship to actively promoting it.

Despite his desire to learn more about her abilities and methods, he had a deadline. The Board of Eleven was beginning to ask for his report. He knew that his conclusion, after pages of analysis, would likely be that although she posed no immediate security threat, accurate monitoring would be impossible, and therefore that she would need to be terminated. He thought it a shame—still locked inside, Julia Nicole Shelton held the key to something the government had always wanted... non-traceable, innate mind control. At least she has another week, he thought with a dry smile.

Dr. Salyer felt the tendrils of his conflict press in on him. As much as he wished for it, he could not set her free. She was too interesting a case to easily kill, but unlike all of his prior subjects, he could not erase her memories of captivity. Even Jesse Mattox had not been quite that strong.

For the time being, he had discovered that if he used a low wattage transmission in combination with a repeating program from his computer, he was able to keep her docile and could approach her in relative safety. In effect, he was giving her a dose of virtual Thorazine.

Once, as an experiment, he decided to let her “convert” one of his assistants—and it was without question the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Some of his observations, though, would never make it into his report to the Board of Eleven, including the fact that he could not stop himself from pulling out his cock and stroking it as he watched his assistant transformed from a vacuous lab rat into a ravenously devoted subject of Goddess Julia. It pained him to terminate his once-loyal assistant, but it was simply too dangerous to keep her around.

The thoughts and memories swirled in his head, mixing with newly born lust, creating a sense of desperation in him. Surely he could overcome the barrier of her will. After all, it was simply a mind, albeit a strong one. Standing, he bent over his console and flipped a series of switches, and looked on in open admiration. The monitors showed Julia, now naked, lying in bed, asleep. Her pierced nipples rose and fell as she slept, and her short, black hair was beginning to show a little curl as it grew. No wonder these women can’t resist her, he thought, she looks like an obscene, unholy, evil and irresistible goddess of lust, even sleeping...

He considered all of his alternatives, and the challenge that Julia Shelton presented. After typing in a few commands to the computer keyboard, he turned and left the room to begin his final attempt to completely break her will and capture her heart, mind and soul.

The computers began their insidious transmission.

The monitors stayed on, recording Julia. She stirred, sitting up sleepily. The door to the room opened, and Dr. Salyer entered, smiling. Julia’s face visibly transformed, as did her body. Her nipples tightened, and she smiled, curling her body in a sultry stretch as she gave Dr. Salyer a come-hither look.

The speakers crackled, “Hello, Julia,” in a tinny re-creation of the doctor’s voice.

The wattage increased.

“Hello, doctor,” said Julia, rushing to her knees on the floor before him, as her “moles” now instructed. Her head cocked slightly as new instructions poured into her unresisting synapses. Obediently her hands reached under Dr. Salyer’s lab coat and pulled out the doctor’s erect, turgid cock, and with the reverence of a monk, the relish of a whore, she let her mouth fall to his member, grateful for the chance to commune with Doctor... no, Mister... no, Master Salyer. She shivered in pleasure as she got the correct answer, the computer monitoring and reshaping every thought.

The wattage increased.

Four identical versions of Julia’s devotion, each from a different angle, played into the control room. Her head bobbed patiently and methodically up and down, taking the doctor deeper and deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling and rasping against the underside of his swollen prick.

Dr. Salyer’s head rolled back... the combination of pleasure and power was making the indulgent blowjob more intense than any that he could remember. He could feel her need to please him, and the fact that she was being told this by the computer did not lessen the sense of authenticity. On the contrary, it made it even more profound, and his hips began to buck wildly, face-fucking the lovely young cockslut.

The wattage increased.

Julia felt nothing inside but the need to bring more and more pleasure to this man and his cock. It was beyond love, and beyond even lust—it was nothing but purposeful, fulfilling service. She knew she had never even been near a cock before, at least sexually, but it was a thought with no importance. She knew it was a sort of rape, but she didn’t care. There was only the Cock, the Master, and the pleasure she could give. Her own voice, unknowingly shaped by technology, told her with complete conviction that this was her true destiny.

The wattage increased.

She could feel the pressure building in him, and she slowed, creating excruciating pleasure as Master moaned and ground deeply into her mouth and throat. The computer, following it’s program, transferred the sensations of the now screamingly aroused penis directly to Julia’s brain... every pleasure she gave was returned to her tenfold and through her entire body. The sensation was completely relentless... she felt as if her body was covered with her own warm mouth, sucking her to greater and greater pleasure. She was beyond stopping, even without instruction... it was just too irresistible.

The wattage increased.

As Master exploded into her wanton, sucking mouth, she was overcome with convulsive, perfect bliss... with every reflexive thrust he made, her body jerked and spasmed and she felt wet, slimy cum jet out of her psyche in huge spurts of pure oblivion... finally falling into tired, oversensitive afterglow.

Inside the control room, the monitors shut down in unison, and the computers ended their transmission. They continued to monitor her in case her true personality reasserted itself, but otherwise no longer shaped her thoughts.

Inside Julia’s darkly ravaged mind, she knew what she was. She was nothing more, and nothing less, than a blowjob unit—a fellatio machine... she asked for nothing else. Besides, it was time to begin again.

As the doctor became lost in the sensations of her continuing ministrations, there was no one to even mourn or celebrate her surrender but the obsessed, mindless, relentless fuck machine on her knees before him, driving his pleasure onward... and onward... and onward...