The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Ned, Forty, Brighton and Emily made their way back to Baker Street in silence. Upon arriving at 221b, Ned unlocked the door and then settled Emily and Fortescue into their temporary accommodation. He then returned to the library whence he had asked Brighton to wait for him.

“So Brighton what have we observed?” Holmes asked, as he reached out towards his pipe rack.

“Well, that we can break the enthralment of the victims by removing the ‘keep-sakes’ from them.” Hove replied.

“Hmm, quite so—and what my dear Hove have we observed since we came home?”

Hove scratched his head, “Well, I came in here so I have observed little.”

“Observation is key to detection. Let me give you an example, what change did you observe at Bow Station?”

“I suppose that there was a different constable on duty...”

“There was, although the change I refer to was outside the station. Let me help, the blue cover of the gas lamp had been replaced, with a clear one.”

“Really, dash it. I didn’t notice.”

“Nor did you notice that I unlocked the door and ensconced our guests. Why would I do that?”

“Well due to Nancy not being here...” Hove paused, “That’s odd. I distinctly remember you instructing her to stay here.”

“Yet I did not knock, for I knew she would not be here.”

Hove looked mystified, “But how, how could you know she would disobey you?”

“Well Brighton, I failed to check if she had a keep-sake although I checked you.”

“But that was due to the Sergeant’s arrival,” protested Hove.

“No, my friend. The Sergeant’s arrival was timely, as I could make my mistake seem natural. Otherwise I should have had to resort to a subterfuge.” Holmes lit his pipe, “The ‘Daughters of Sappho’ would be unlikely to pick on you as an informer...”

“I’ll be dashed, you planned this? Nancy is part of the ‘trap’?” Hove blew out his cheeks, “I’m not sure I approve.”

“Approval or no approval we needed to know. Both of us.” Holmes placed a hand on Brighton’s shoulder, “I have seen they way you look at her old man. Is that not the real reason for your outrage?”

Hove coloured slightly, “I have a certain liking for Nancy it is true, but circumstances...”

“Circumstances and class in our ungainly, restrictive society. But no matter. We now know and we must help Nancy, at the same time we may well be able to entrap our mesmerist.”

“But how?”

“By letting the name of our guests get back to the wretched Daughters. Dear Nancy will now ensure that happens.”

“And you thought of all this before we left for the station?” Asked Hove.

“To be fair it came to me on the way, I saw the same Black Maria as you and the idea of capture fired the idea within me.”

“Incredible.” Brighton replied.

“No, not incredible at all, observation Hove. Simple observation.” Ned puffed at his pipe, “For example I know that on your way here today you crossed the Park, and had a mishap that annoyed you somewhat.”

“What! By George—how can you know about that?”

“Elementary Hove, I noticed when you arrived today that you had some specks of leaf litter on your clothing. That suggested that you crossed Regent’s Park, it is after all autumn. You also had a wet stain on you right boot, with some grass stains on the inside edge of the sole. I surmise that you stood in a deepish foul puddle, and wiped your boot dry on the grass. For a dapper man like yourself, that would be most annoying.” Holmes smiled.

“I will be jiggered. That is brilliant!”

“No Hove, that is observation.” Ned grinned, and puffed once more, “And now we have some more observation to do as I wish to conduct an experiment.” So saying, Holmes fished in his pockets and placed both the ring and the collar stud on his desk.

Hove looked at the items, “An experiment.” He repeated.

Nancy gasped and slobbered her delight down onto Norma’s quivering cunny. Simultaneously Jessie’s small hands struggled to contain Nance’s ample bubbies as the girl swayed in her desire. Suddenly the young woman arched her back, throwing Jessica aside with the strength of her spending. A second later she rolled sideways off Norma and lay flat backed on the floor, heaving in her shameless desire.

Florrie spoke, her tone was cool. “Enough of pleasure, it is now time for business.” She clapped her hands, “Jessica go with Sybil, she will continue your instruction elsewhere. Nony, Nancy, you will dress and leave. Your destination is known to you.”

A groan came from Nancy, “I,” she puffed, “Will do nothing to harm Mr ’Ove, nor even ’is nibs.”

“Harm? Are we about harm Nancy? No we are, as you must have seen, all about delight. All I need to do is to persuade our investigators that they are mistaken in seeing the Daughters of Sappho as a threat. I can be very persuasive.” Florisa nodded.

“Yes Mistress,” said Nance.

“Mistress, should I help Nancy attire herself?” Asked Norma.

“No Nony, I am aware of the nature of your assistance.” Florrie grinned indulgently, “We have no time to tarry.”

“No Ma’am, as you say Ma’am.”

Norma grabbed her clothes and necklace, she proceeded to dress with some haste.

“Soon,” said Florrie, “None shall stand in our way.”

She crossed the room, lifted the small charm to her lips and kissed it. The she pressed it into Nancy’s palm.

Hove watched attentively as Fortesque and Emily entered the library, he nodded to them both. Holmes lay down his pipe it still smouldered in the rack. He cleared his throat and then spoke.

“Thank you for agreeing to this, I imagine Hove outlined what we are attempting to do, I need to add a few words.” He paused, rubbed his hand across his chin and then continued, “Whatever the outcome of our experimentation, you should be prepared for what lies ahead. it is quite possible that as our plan unfurls you may come into contact with those who have previously enslaved you.”

Forty moved uncomfortably at the news, but Emily was surprisingly unaffected.

“As it is unlikely that they have experience of how thralls react once they are freed I will ask you to do two things. Firstly, try not to react with any form of recognition, but rather as if you were meeting them for the first time. Most importantly and, secondly do not spend time alone with them, but ensure you are in company constantly when they are near. Do you agree?” Asked Holmes.

Forty frowned, deep lines etched his forehead, “Are you sure we must undertake such an onerous task? I worry for dear Emily, she has been through a very disturbing experience.”

“I will manage quite well, thank you reverend.” Said Emily.

Holmes looked at Hove, then back to Forty and finally back to Emily. He then brushed an imaginary bit of fluff off the leg of his breeches, and smiled. “Good that is settled then?”

Both Forty and Emily nodded; the reverend was the least enthusiastic of the pair, Holmes raised an eyebrow. After a long pause he spoke, “Well then, on with our experiment.” Ned moved a couple of items into full view on his desk, he then picked up his pipe. He drew in a deep breath and then sighed, he returned the cold pipe to the rack. He picked up the two items and dropped one into Forty’s hand and the other into Emily’s.

Ned turned to look at Hove, “Now Forty take the ring and give it to Emily. Emily if you would return the collar stud to the reverend...”

“Does this make sense? I don’t want to go through it again!” Forty stated.

“We must know that if the link is broken.” Ned replied.

Hesitantly Forty took the stud and handed the ring to Emily.

“Now,” said Holmes quietly, “Please hand them back to me”.

Forty smiled and dropped the stud into Ned’s open palm, a second later Emily’s ring landed beside it.

“Excellent,” said Holmes.“Success it seems. Are you both well?”

“Quite,” answered Forty, “It seems the spell is broken.”

Emily just nodded, her eyes never left Ned’s hand.

Nancy walked confidently along the familiar street. As she walked she watched the sway of Norma’s body in front of her. She sighed her desire softly, and then wondered at it. Just a short while ago this emotion would have repulsed her; she winced at her recent abuse of Dora. She had called the cook a ‘Tom’ and now she...

“It is now pertinent for you to take the lead. It will look more natural.”

Nancy stared briefly at Norma.

“You have my permission, do not be fearful.”

As Nance passed Norma, the back of her right hand was met by the briefest of stokes from Nony’s gloved fingers; paroxysm’s of desire swept through the servant’s frame. Nancy noticed the glint in Norma’s eye, she smiled briefly.

“Norma, my dear Nony... Are we sure about this? Mr ’Olmes is powerful clever...”

“Silly girl, he is indeed clever, but no match for the Daughters,” Said Norma.

As she spoke, Norma twisted her head and a flash of jade light sparkled close to the nape of her neck. Nance said no more, she simply took her place ahead of Norma and turned the corner into Baker Street.

Holmes sat in his study, so deep in thought was he that one could have assumed he was alone. His intense eyes peered through a blue-grey haze that surrounded his desk. When the rap came at the door of 221b, he continued his reading without stumbling over a single word.

“I say, Hove old chap... Could you get that, I’m a trifle busy. I expect it is Nancy and a companion.”

“Of course, but how do you know who it is from here? I say, do you have a spy hole?”

“No I do not, no spy-hole, this is purely my powers of deduction. It is time. Now Brighton, if you would...”

“Would I what old man?”

“The door!”

“Ah, yes... Sorry.”

Hove rose and walked to the study’s entry.

“So no spy-hole... Well, then let us see.” Hove muttered.

He turned his head to observe Holmes, the pipe-puffing man was once more totally absorbed by his reading. Brighton shook his head and walked into the tiled hallway.

“Ah, Nancy. Capital, and with such a charming friend,” said Hove, “Come in, come in. Holmes will be pleased.”

Nancy wrinkled her brow.

“Beggin’ pardon Mr ’Ove, but is Mr ’Olmes mad at me?” She sighed, and nodded at Norma, “I went out to visit my friend... I thought she could replace Dora, bein’ as she is a cook and all...”

Brighton nodded at Norma and extended a hand, he held her finger-tips for a brief second before releasing them.

“Charmed I am sure. Welcome to Baker Street Norma.” Hove paused, “Have no fear Nancy, Mr Holmes was certain of your return. He is not at all annoyed.”

“Please,” said Brighton, ushering the ladies into the hall, “Ned is in his study.”

“Most kind,” said Norma as she brushed past Hove.

Brighton then followed the young woman, his eyes never leaving her swaying hips. Nervously he ran a hand up to his neck and straightened his cravat.

As the door opened, Holmes looked up from the green print on the page to the rooms new occupants. He said nothing, he simply templed his fingers and dropped his narrow chin onto the make-shift support. The silence was broken by Nancy.

“This is Norma... Um Mr ’Olmes... Err, sorry about not bein’ ’ere but...”

“You kindly went out to find a replacement Cook. how considerate of you.”

“Yes, but ’ow do you...” asked Nancy.

“Simple deduction, you are a conscientious girl. That being the case you would only abandon the house when I expressly forbade it, to achieve a greater good. Ipso facto you have!”

Nancy looked at Holmes as if he spoke a foreign language.

“Does that mean you’re not angry?” She asked.

“Angry? Why would I be? We are now in the happy situation that Hove, I and our guests will have a meal after our exertions today.”

“Guests?” Asked Nancy.

“Indeed, two guests. In fact, Hove, if you would do me the favour. We can introduce Forty and Emily to our staff prior to our supper.”

As Hove turned to leave the room, Holmes eyes flicked downwards, he observed Norma. She seemed to be shifting from one foot to another. Ned’s right eyebrow gave the slightest twitch.

“So Norma, as you will be joining my household perhaps you can say a little about yourself, by way of introduction?”

“Yes sir, Mr Holmes, I come with excellent references...”

“Oh, " said Holmes, “I have absolutely no doubt you do. I anticipate they will be highly suitable.”

“Well,” said Brighton, “That was some repast.”

“Yes our new arrival has the culinary skills, but that is just the tip of her talents, would you not agree?”

Brighton smiled, “Why Ned, you old terrier, I see you have taken a fancy to her too. She does have a well turned ankle.”

“Ah, I see. I think you misread my interest. I should also warn you that her ankle turns in a different direction than you would wish!”

“Well I’m sure I do not know what you mean. Is she not pleasing to the eye? And as far as I could see —she walked perfectly normally.”

“Quite so, but your interest in her movement masked the other clues I fear,” said Holmes, dryly, “Your nose may have served you better...”

“My nose?” said Brighton, bringing one hand up to thumb its tip.

“Have you not observed that when a lady gets in a state of excitement she has a certain perfume?”

Hove nodded.

“Well if your eyes had been less active, and your nose more... You would have noticed the faint whiff of two such perfumes earlier on.”

Hove stared blankly, he thumbed his nose once more.

“When Nancy and Norma were here with us earlier. Not one... But two perfumes.” Holmes stated.

Brighton’s eyes lit up in realisation.

“Well, I will be jiggered, you mean Nancy and Norma... They had...”

“Recently partaken of congress.” Said Holmes.

Hove sat down heavily. He looked quite pale. When he spoke, it was in a whisper.

“Is there more?”

“For the observant there is always more; at the mention of Emily’s name Norma became a little agitated, and later when they met—did you not see the language of their bodies?”

Hove grimaced, “But they hardly spoke.”

“Not words, no, but to the keen eye their bodies betrayed both familiarity and fear. They have at once the air of both lovers and enemies.”

“And you can tell all that by just looking at them. Good lord, then I hope you never observe me in such a way.” Said Brighton.

“But I do, and I can tell you that their fascination with each other is only temporary. It is the effect of the mesmerism.”

“Good... I mean why would that matter to me?”

Holmes said nothing, he just smiled a very knowing smile.

“Ah, time for bed I think Holmes...”

“Indeed so, sleep well my friend... Eventually.”

Hove felt no great desire to reply.

221b Baker Street stood silent and dark, nothing moved. However a shadow flitted down the stairs, through the hallway and into the library. A few seconds later the shadow returned, accompanied by a green iridescence.

Norma groaned her lust into the still air of the servant’s quarters, not even the narrow hard mattress beneath her could cool her ardour. She writhed in her delight, so delicately brought to her by Nance’s active tongue. “Faster... Just there... Now hard... No, really hard.” Norma rose to yet another peak and hovered there for a second before descending into a desperate spending. Nance lifted her head and tongued the rich fluids away from her face. “I ’ad no idea of what it was like Dora. I ’ope you forgives me!”

“Who...” Panted Norma, “Is Dora?

“The old cook, she approached me once and I...”

“Rejected her?

“Yes.” Tears glinted on Nance’s cheeks.

“There’s no rejection here,” said Norma. She threw her arms around Nancy and hugged her, “Just the pleasures of Sappho!” She pushed Nance backwards and mounted her. In one smooth movement she brought her saliva wet quim hard against the moist lips of Nancy’s and rocked savagely. Nance stiffened, her mouth extended into a wide ‘O’, “What’s this... ’Ow are ya doin’ that? “This, Nance is tribadism, this is me having you. You are mine aren’t you? Just mine?

“I am Nony, I am... Forever!”

“How very disappointing.” Said an disembodied voice from the dark edge of the room.

“’O is that? Come ’ere, into the candle light,” asked Nancy.

A dim figure slowly emerged into the circle of light. The light flickered and took on a darker hue, emerald shafts of light flashed from a ringed finger. A charm and necklace joined in the glittering, and soon the room was bathed in a cool green light.

Nony spoke. “Emily! Welcome back to the sisterhood...”

Emily shrugged off her nightgown and smiled broadly. “Men are so easy to fool. There is no need to welcome me back to the Daughters... For I never left!”

So saying, she walked to the narrow bed and wrapped her arms around Norma, a second later her nimble fingers dug into the meat of Nony’s nipples. “Now make her scream Norma... Make her scream, as only you know how!”

Soon Nancy screamed hard and shrill into the dark night.

In a house full of slumber, three wanton women drank heartily from the cusp of Sappho... Their thirst seemed unquenchable. It was, and pleasure rained down until the first signs of a yellow dawn had long-faded from the London sky. Then before the ‘others’ awoke, the secret triumvirate split and Emily returned to her distant guest room.

And so it was—that the plan was hatched.