The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Robert was driving to the warehouse, Angel in tow. It was so ferociously hot and humid out that even the air conditioner was struggling to throw out luke warm air. Robert had never felt a night like this before in the usually moderate climate of LA.

The trip was long, forty five minutes, and he kept glancing over at his young passenger. Angel sat with her head back against the seat, her eyes closed, silent as fog ever since she got in. He wondered if she were asleep.

As he looked at her he took in this girl who had somehow insinuated herself so deeply in his life.

Contrasted to Kendra’s golden brown skin, Angel’s was pale yet no less stunning in a different, exotic way. She had lips that were beautifully colored, without the need for lipstick and looked like rip cherries against her pale face. She had thick dark eyebrows and inky long eyelashes that contrasted so prettily and overtly with her skin. With her eyes closed her lashes lay gently against her cheeks looking like sooty artistic tendrils lying on snow. Robert couldn’t help but notice how young and innocent she looked there, in his car, eyes shut.

As he kept glancing in her direction he thought her name, Angel, was so apropos; she looked like a lost Angel expelled from heaven. Thrown from heaven into a hell he had created.

And he thought about how he felt as jittery as a meerkat going to the meeting on this dark, hot night. Yet here was this girl, just a teenager, sitting with her eyes closed, so at peace. And he knew at eighteen there was no way in hell he would have been in this car for this rendezvous. The contrast struck him brutally hard.

He also realized a grudging admiration had formed within him for her. He knew full well that she had joined High Lights club in a forlorn, doomed attempt to get Brianna back. And despite all the things he and Kendra had thrown at her with his intent to drive her off she was still here, right to the bitter end.

Finally at this late date he knew somewhere under those delicate, lovely features hard steel formed her core personality. Not many would have taken all the shit and horror she had. He knew that Angel loved Brianna in a way he could never love anyone and the thought mixed a salty solution of envy and sadness within him.

He briefly flirted with the idea of honoring his word to the kid and let Kendra return to her. But just as quickly he knew the impossibility of that. If he allowed it, the two girls would know he had conceived and carried out the murder of Sarkosian and Marius and the implications of this were obvious. What if at some point Angel couldn’t live with the knowledge that she had been a part of it? What if her conscience was assaulted to the point where she just had to tell the police what had happened? What if she just wanted revenge?

And Kendra, he was sure, was insane. Suppose, as was likely, she did something bad, very bad in the future? And her one chance to mitigate punishment was to confess her part in the murders and bargain Robert away for leniency? She was under his control now but what about down the road if she left with Angel? How long before her loyalty wore off? She was not close to being inculcated for a year as Mr. Grey had prescribed for the permanent effect to set in.

Robert was not willing to entertain the notion of spending the next thirty years of his life waiting for the cops to knock at his door. No, the plan had to go through just as he drew it out. Angel would die with the rest. It was just how things had to be. War had its casualties. Angel would be one of them.

And Kendra would ultimately have to be dealt with too. He had royally screwed up her mind with the excessive doses of the drug and he had a strong feeling that she would soon be capable of doing anything, even to him.

He thought back to her last programming session to prime her to kill Marius, Sarkosian and Angel. He had expressly told her to take two injections but when he went to his office there were three empty vials on the floor. She had directly disobeyed him again. The lure of the drug had been stronger than his command. What else would soon take precedence over his orders? She was coming apart at the edges and he had to get rid of her before his control could not keep the psychosis at bay.

After this was over he would give Kendra her last order after a nice long session with the glasses and purple juice. He would have her drive her car back to Miami and rent a room in a sleazy hotel in the bad part of town.

She would write a gut wrenching note about how she could no longer take life as a drug addicted stripper and whore. He would order her to bring coke with her and do copious lines before putting the gun to her head and pulling the trigger. This time the gun would be loaded.

He could imagine the fuss made in the local Miami papers and could already see the sad cautionary tales in the media warning others about the dangers of drugs and the skin game. He knew he would surf the net to find them and absorb every word of the pathos the media would wallow in.

And after it was over, it would be as if none of them existed at all; it would just be him and High Lights club. Whether Franko would with him would be determined tonight. If Marius showed up as Angel promised to cut the deal to kill him then after Saturday night he would have one last mission for Kendra before he sent her east.

Robert stared ahead, letting the road bathed in the cars headlights sooth him in the calming, hypnotic ways a long ride at night can. He had it all figured out. There was no way his plan could fail. He had everything covered.

Angel sat with her eyes closed but she was far from asleep. Indeed her mind was working like crazy trying to envision the events to come.

That was the key to a grand strategy. Knowing where the end was and how to get there even when you were making up all the individual steps along the way.

She knew when all this came to a head Robert and Marius would be concerned with the ideas she had planted in their minds. Robert would want to see if Marius appeared and the gang lord would want to know how much money was in that suitcase because it was the key to Sarkosian’s fake treachery she had instilled in him.

For a brief time Marius would be thinking only of that money and the threat of Sarkosian and would not be considering other factors, his brilliant mind short circuited for just a moment. And if things went as she planned, she would only need a moment, only give them all a moment.

She kept coming back to the trouble spot: Sarkosian. He was not under the influence of her words, lies and misdirection and would be directing his full mental acuity only at what was happening at the warehouse.

She had tried several times to get into his head at the club, sitting by him at the bar and engaging in conversation, testing and prodding to see how she might bend him to help with her scheme.

Angel had always had a facility to read people quickly but Sarkosian proved something beyond her ken.

Soon she sensed he was playing with her, toying with her in an arcane, amusing way whose methodology and intent was only known to him. And just as quickly she understood that he was mapping her out, taking her measure at a frightening rate of speed while she received nothing of real value in return and so she cut off contact and avoided going near him again. He had proven a dead end and best left alone.

But the fact was Sarkosian would be there and she would have to deal with it. Angel was as ready as she ever would be. Now it was up to her to push this through with a nice big side order of luck on top. No sense in worrying anymore about things out of her control.

Angel opened her eyes. Robert looked at her.

“Angel, you know that stuff I said about you and your stepfather and Kendra? About you reliving….”

“Yeah, I know,” she cut him off.

“It’s not true what I said. I said it because you were pushing my buttons. I was pissed off. I just wanted to hurt you. There is nothing wrong with you at all.”

She turned to him. There was no anger or malice in her face. Also gone was the young lively, expressive look her eyes always wore. She had always been such a ball of fire. Now they looked too old and too tired and sad to be the eyes of any eighteen year old and there was regret inside of him for what he had done to this innocent girl. But things had played out as they had. Life was so often like that.

“I know that. I know who I am and what Brianna is to me. It’s OK,” she replied softly almost as though they were friends.

Looking at each other, their eyes locked, he imagined in another life being her father, taking her to some college instead of a meeting of gangsters. Looking at her, it dawned on him that had she been his daughter, as determined and brave as Angel was, he would have been so very proud of her.

Robert took the car up the dirt road that came close to the wooded area near the warehouse where they disembarked.

Angel and Robert were laying in wait in a copse of trees and weeds twenty yards away watching the ware house parking lot bathed in the low glow of the one sodium lamp.

Angel, crouching a little behind Maxin surreptitiously put on a pair of black, latex gloves.

Right on time Franko’s car pulled in. Ten minutes later came Sarkosian.

“Son of a bitch. He is buying from Sarkosian,” said Maxin.

“I wasn’t lying, not about any of it, you’ll see.”

As Angel and Robert watched their shadowy figures, Franko and Sarkosian shook hands and hugged. Robert couldn’t help but notice how friendly they seemed. The sodium lamp flickered for a moment, bathing both men in dark then dull light.

Both men had suitcases which they placed on the ground.

“Watch, now he’s going to give him the month’s cash register receipt he puts on a flash drive.” said Angel.

Sure enough, Franko reached into his pocket, pulled out something out and handed it to Sarkosian.

“Mother fucking shit,” growled Robert.

“And now Sarkosian will pay him for it.”

Again Angel had called it as Sarkosian gave Little an envelope in return.

Then from around the warehouse someone walked out. Little and Sarkosian turned to him.

It was Marius.

Angel turned to Robert in triumph. Her mouth gave a taunting quirk. “Everything I said. You better learn to start trusting me or you’re going to be a dead fool.” There was derision in her voice.

Robert shook his head in disbelief. She still had that same cocky mouth he hated but Angel had been telling the truth. It had to be. Why else would a big shot like Marius be here for this exchange that Sarkosian and Franko had made so many times?

Angel watched the gray silhouettes of the men. She could see Franko tense up immediately. Sarkosian never lost his cool posture. Wouldn’t the surprise appearance of Marius at least evoke some kind of change? He seemed so relaxed Angel had the thought that Marius had told him everything and that she was walking into a death trap in this horrible, deserted spot; just a lamb to the slaughter, Marius and Sarkosian once again two steps ahead of anyone who fucked with them.

Sarkosian smiled. “Hey boss, what are you doing out here?”

Little blanched. What was Marius doing here?

“Decided to check up on the transaction.” He turned to Little. “A problem with that?”

Little couldn’t speak. He felt paralyzed. He just shook his head.

Sarkosian spoke instead, “Yeah, it’s all there, the money and the coke just like clockwork.” He held up the flash drive with the club receipt data. “And here is our monthly cut as usual. Soon as I tell Robert what he owes,” he said with a chuckle.

“Hey Little how you feeling?” said Marius in barely a whisper.

The hairs on Little’s neck rose in unison. How you feeling? Why on earth would Marius ask him that kind of pointed question? Suddenly this was the last place on earth he wanted to be.

Marius kneeled down to Little’s suitcase and popped it open. “Let’s count it.”

The two men watched Marius count. Sarkosian looked on calmly but Little was sweating bullets. Something was off here and he suddenly had an overwhelming horrible feeling that he was going to die. He moved his hand closer to the gun in his waistband.

Marius stood up. “One hundred and fifty K.”

Sarkosian’s smile left his face. That couldn’t be.

Little shook his head. “No, no, no. No way. That is one hundred grand. Like every month. I counted it three times. Count it again.”

“I only have to count once, Franko. Why is there fifty K more here than I was told we get paid all these years?”

Now Marius was looking at Sarkosian. “Fifty K more here than comes to me every month?”

Angel was watching Sarkosian closely. He still seemed so in control of himself. No stuttering, no shock, no protests of innocence. She couldn’t tell what was going on in his mind at the shocking and strange turn of events being thrown at him so quickly but she marveled at his sangfroid. She wondered if he had blood in his veins or liquid nitrogen.

Sarkosian looked at Little. He seemed to grow physically, puff up and an aura of menace radiated off him. He eyes were oblique and predatory. For the first time Little saw the real Sarkosian; the psychotic enforcer for Marius’ organization. And it was far worse than anything his imagination had ever conspired upon him.

Oh god, what the fuck is going on here? wondered Franko.

“What is it with the money? Why the extra? What have you to say, Franko?” asked Sarkosian.

“I swear to fucking god man, I put one hundred K in that case.”

“So the other fifty just jumped in to keep warm?” asked Sullas watching both men intently with hard black eyes.

“I don’t know, I swear to god man, I don’t fucking know, please,” said Little.

The crime boss zeroed in on the weak man immediately, like a wolf on a buffalo calf that was staggering through too deep snow. Marius looked at his watch for a long moment for psychological effect. He knew how to make men talk. “Franko, I want an answer in twenty seconds. Understand? If not you will wish you were dead. You will wish it for a long time.”

Franko pissed himself, his pants turning dark.

This was it. Angel knew it was time.

Robert felt the barrel of a gun in his back and heard the hammer cock. “Don’t turn around. Give me your gun,” said Angel. For a moment Robert thought she was joking.

“What the fuck are you doing? I don’t have a gun.”

“If you lie to me one more time I’m going to kill you right now.”

Something in her voice, the lack of any fear or emotion told him she wasn’t kidding. He lifted up his shirt. “In the back of my waist band.”

Angel took the gun, cocked it and put hers back in her waistband.

“Now listen to me Robert, we don’t have much time. I’m going to march you out there, don’t say a word to them no matter what happens. I want you standing as still as a tree and like I crazy glued your mouth shut.”

“Are you fucking nuts? What the fuck are you doing? You’re going to get us killed!”

“No. I know what I’m doing. You need to trust me. If you do we’re both gonna get what we want tonight. If you don’t then we are gonna die.”

“Trust you? How can I trust you?”

“Cuz I got this gun in your back is how.”

That was logic Robert couldn’t argue with. And in the back of his mind something clicked. Angel seemed to know things going on here that he didn’t, like she was driving everything that was happening. It seemed crazy, insane that an eighteen year old girl could be in control of all this but suddenly he was sure this impossibility was happening.

And besides, she had the gun; it was not like he had a choice. He had to go along with this girl’s wild ride and hope for the best.

“I have your word? We will come out of this? We will both get what we want?” he asked.

She looked at him with a face that was grimly determined...and honest. “Yes. Look me in the face and say it Robert. We will both get what we want. Repeat it.”

He peered at her face, so young, so calm, his adult face so contorted with emotion and dread. “We will both get what we want,” he repeated.

Robert shook his head. His whole body was shaking. He didn’t even know if he could walk. He was so afraid. “I can’t go out there. I can’t. They will kill me.”

Angel shook her head. She put her hand on his shoulder, comforting. “No. They won’t. I won’t let them. I can end all this tonight. For both of us. Say it!”

“They won’t. You won’t let them. You can end all this tonight.”

“Good, that’s it.” She stuck out the hand without the gun to shake. The look on her face was beseeching and hopeful. “I promise you.”

He shook her hand, a deal done.

She spoke fast. “Listen up now. I’ll say things you won’t like out there but don’t utter a single word. I’ll get us both through this. This will all go nice and smooth.” Yeah, like washing yourself with sandpaper, she thought, ruefully.

She had no idea at all about how this would turn out but her voice had been supremely confident. She knew Robert was on the verge of coming apart.

He didn’t like what he heard but he nodded.

“OK,” she said to herself, “Just gotta pull out one more ladder.”

“What ladder? What are you talking about?”

“No time right now. Shit’s gonna hit the fan fast so just stay calm out there. I’ll do all the work. Let’s go,” and she nodded to the parking lot.

Robert nodded back and began to walk on quivering legs. It was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life.

He felt like a condemned man moving inexorably to the gallows.

Kendra and Candi were going at it hot and heavy in a bathroom stall at High Lights jacked up on great coke. Both girls were wet with arousal, sweat and saliva.

Their hands and mouths hungrily attacked each other’s breasts, ass, arms, backs and flanks. It was an animalistic exhibition of horny, burning hot healthy young women giving into their bodies and inflamed minds most carnal desires. Moans and laughs and giggles escaped their mouths during their brief respites from kissing, sucking and licking and drooling on each other.

Candi couldn’t get enough of Kendra anymore. She was stone cold mesmerized by her incredible looks, her perfect body and cocky don’t-give-a-shit attitude. She feened for her every minute of the day and nothing else mattered except to be with her.

Candi pulled Kendra as tight together as she could, her warm fake tits against Kendra’s warm fake tits while their firm, slick stomachs slide against each other. The feeling was beyond belief. She buried her face into Kendra’s long, sexy neck and sucked and bit at the hot skin. She was breathing through her mouth in gasps and felt dizzy and disoriented.

Kendra’s hands were between Candi’s legs and her pussy was raging with desire, inflamed and pouring juice. Candi was doing the same to Kendra and both girls were gasping hot lovers breaths in each other’s aroused faces. They stared into each other’s eyes, not even inches apart, both reveling in the mindless ecstasy they knew was being mirrored by their own countenances. Waves of intense heat poured out of Kendra’s perfect body and seemed to suffuse with Candi’s very cells. She moaned in wanton delight, welcoming all of it.

Both strippers came together, holding each other in a vice, wet, young, firm flesh deriving pleasure from wet flesh. Candi clawed at Kendra, wishing she could feel her lover’s orgasm even more than her own.

They shivered and moaned in each other’s ears from the pleasure and behind Kendra’s eyes were those lovely flashes of light and seductive whispers telling her mind about all the scrumptiously dark and bad things she could do to people and to Candi.

As the orgasms subsided slowly, Candi started to lick the lovely sweat off Kendra’s shoulder, collar bone and neck like a kitten feeding. She didn’t just want to be with Kendra, she wished she could somehow merge into her body and be one with her.

“Kendra, I’m so sprung on you. Oh fuck, I need you so much,” she gasped.

Kendra put her manicured hand with those long, red nails under Candi’s chin and lifted her head up to meet her eyes. Candi could feel Kendra’s hot, sweet breath on her face and synchronized her breathing to take as much of it into her lungs as she could, breath for breath.

Kendra raised her eyebrows in amusement and smiled that crooked smile that drove Candi insane. Candi could feel her own body quiver and shake looking at every incredibly inch of Kendra’s face. She knew she could just gaze into that smile for the rest of her life and die happy.

“Do you love me, Candi?” she asked in a low, inviting tone.

“Oh god, Kendra. I love you so much. I can’t live without you. Please don’t ever leave me. I couldn’t take it.”

Kendra giggled darkly. “Mmmm…I like that.”

“I’ll do anything you say, be whatever you want. I need you, please..” Candi whined.

“I like that even more,” cooed Kendra, running her hand along Candi’s cheek.

“But you know I’m a naughty, wicked girl, Candi. I like to do….things. Are you sure you want this?”

Candi nodded like her head was on a swivel, her face desperate. She knew Kendra was naughty and wicked and it was part of her obsession with her. She could feel her pussy revving up all over again.

Kendra beamed at her, her green eyes big and blank and empty and ever so pretty. She teased her finger over Candi’s quivering pink glossed lips. “Ok lover. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. You are in big trouble now.”

Candi beamed back. “I want to be in trouble.”

You are in so much trouble, thought Kendra with a very knowing and even more wicked grin.

Angel and Robert emerged from the shadows and joined the cluster of men. Sarkosian was an image of aplomb with a small grin on his countenance. In contrast Little looked nonplussed and even more frightened than before. Marius scanned Angel’s shadowy face like the machine in a grocery checkout.

“Look at this fucker I found hiding in the woods. I followed him. I knew he would be slinking around like he always does, making sure things went his way, that Little would get his deal for him,” said Angel. “I knew he wouldn’t show himself in the open.”

Robert was stunned. She said she would say things he wouldn’t like but this was crazy. This girl was going to get him killed. He was strongly considering saying something in his defense but Angel jabbed the gun hard into his back as though she was reading his mind. The message was clear: keep quiet. And so he fought the urge to talk; he was tied up with Angel all the way now and there really was no choice.

Franko’s mouth dropped, his face ashen and even more confused. “Angel what the fuck are you talking about? What are you doing here?”

She ignored him.

Marius gave Angel a tight, small smile but when he looked to Sarkosian he wasn’t smiling any more.

Sarkosian turned his full attention to Angel. He was half hidden in shadow as they all were but she could see the darkened pits of his eyes riveted on her and she stared daggers right back at him, not giving an inch. She knew this man lived on fear, used it to full effect and she would not give him even a whiff of it.

She could sense the wheels spinning fast in his head as he worked out various permutations trying to find an answer to all this and they were all starting to point right at her just as she knew it would. And it had only taken him a few brief seconds faster even than she had feared.

It was like those tests with four pictures shown to you and you had to figure out which one didn’t belong. She was the outlier here and she knew Sarkosian would never fail that test if he took it a million times.

Sarkosian’s finely tuned antenna was now telling him with certitude that Angel was not only behind everything going on but he knew exactly what she had planned here, what she wanted to take from this place. He just didn’t know all the details…how she had set it up, but he would find them out. There was no question of that.

He thrilled to the idea of this ballsy, clever opponent. She had surprised him twice now and he admired her no end.

She is special. What an amazing young girl he had come upon!

He had been right about her. He wondered what else she had done in her life. What other deeds lay in her past, known only to her? He knew there had to be things, substantial things she had gotten clean away with. She didn’t just pop out of the night air this evening making this big play. She had played high stakes games before.

She just made the one mistake of fucking with the wrong people this time.

And he wondered how long she would hold up, how she would feel under his knife when he made her talk.

The sodium lamp, as though knowing what was at hand flickered again and again, bathing them all in a weird on and off again light, producing a disorienting effect, making their movements choppy, like being at a rave. The brutally humid air was wet with an unbearable tension.

Sarkosian broke out in a knowing, terrifying grin, the end game at hand and he started walking towards her, seeming to drift silently like some apparition. With each flicker of the lamp, from dark to light he was closer to her, closing the gap so quickly it shocked Angel.

He thought back to the question he had asked her in the bar. Now he knew the real answer and it didn’t surprise him at all. Sarkosian spoke, his sing song voice was low, as cool as ice, so controlled. “Ah, little Dark Angel. You and I will have a long…”

Suddenly, cat quick, Angel wheeled on Franko and lifted her gun.

“Gun! Gun! He has a gun!” she screamed.

In the blink of an eye everyone had their guns out in unison.

The shots rang out in their unique terrible symphony of flesh and life destroying rhythm, bam, bam, bam, bam.

When the shooting finally stopped and silence descended the air was a enveloping mist of bluish cordite smoke, the asphalt soaked with red blood.