The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The white antiseptic light from an overhead fluorescent bulb flickered slightly in the interview room. There were no windows and only a wide wooden desk and two chairs. On one side, sat an old man in his mid sixties with snow white hair and a wrinkled leathery face. He had a tape recorder beside him and a note book. Kirsty was sitting on the other side of the table, dressed in the same clothes she had been wearing when she entered the Slob’s flat to take the job as his maid so many painful months ago. She couldn’t believe that her long ordeal was over! It had all happened without warning and in a peculiar dreamlike way, which must have been partly due to the drugs and the hypnosis. She vaguely remembered the Slob injecting her with something. He’d seemed worried and more irritable than usual but for once not with her. He’d fastened her leash to the wall and left the flat. Her mind was a little hazy but the next thing she remembered, a stranger was unfastening her collar and gently telling her to get dressed. She’d cried for Suzanne but the man told her not to worry—everything was going to be all right. And now she was here.

“My name is Doctor Bartholomew”, the man was saying. “You are free from the Slob now. My job is to take care of you. You see, my organisation has recently discovered what happened to you. The Slob had stolen some of our property and he was using our equipment to control you. That’s over now. We made some enquiries of our own and we’ve had words with the Slob!”

“S.. Suzanne?”

“Is being dealt with”, the man said. “But now I need to ask you some questions. We just need to confirm some things that the Slob has told us. Answer as best you can, please.”

Kirsty smoothed her skirt down with her hands, nervously running them over the black nylon mesh of her stockings where they covered her knees. She wasn’t sure what to say. It was all so horrid and also so embarrassing. She’d thought that after all she’d been through with the Slob nothing could possibly embarrass her anymore but in front of this stranger she realised she was wrong. The imminent prospect of a return to society was starting to sensitise her to the norms of everyday behaviour. But she had to get through this.

And so Kirsty told the doctor all about her treatment at the hands of the Slob and about the way she had been abducted. It was a painful experience but she concealed nothing, letting it all come out in a flood of tears and relief.

The doctor had to fight hard not to smile as the girl confirmed everything the nasty lowlife that she called the Slob had told him. What a truly remarkable story! And what a stroke of good fortune his encounter with the Slob had turned out to be.

When the secret equipment had first been stolen from the doctor’s covert project it had been an irritating and potentially dangerous development. The Director had devoted considerable resources through conventional and unconventional channels to recover the missing kit but to no avail. Eventually the doctor and his colleagues were resigned to the loss and had all but given up on ever recovering their property. Then, out of the blue, there was a new lead, which had ultimately resulted in an arranged meeting with the petty criminal Kirsty knew as the Slob.

It had been difficult to convince the Slob to talk to him. The doctor had resorted to a mixture of dark threats and promises but had eventually managed to interview the man. At first, the doctor just wanted to be sure that there would be no repercussions from the loss of the equipment. The Slob was very wary but as the discussion proceeded and the doctor managed to convince him that he wasn’t part of any law enforcement agency and he didn’t care what he’d done so long as the information wouldn’t go public, he opened up and began to tell the doctor all sorts of fascinating details. On their second meeting in his flat, the Slob introduced him to Kirsty, blindfolding the girl and allowing the doctor to run his hands over her naked body to prove that he really had gained complete control over her. Already, the two men had the outline of an interesting little deal cooked up and it was concluded when Kirsty (still blindfolded) was made to kneel at the doctor’s feet and suck his ageing cock until he spunked over her.

Poor Kirsty, didn’t know that her ‘escape’ was only a complex trading arrangement between the doctor and the Slob and she had no idea that the old man who now seemed so sympathetic had been the silent assessor whose come she had been obliged to swallow so recently. The girl was a pretty little piece all right. In her smart blouse and skirt she was beginning to regain a degree of confidence. The doctor had to admit that the Slob had good taste.

“Thank you my dear”, the doctor said when he had made Kirsty confirm all the details the Slob had told him. “It would seem that you have been removed from society most effectively by our mutual ‘friend’. No one is looking for your return and your disappearance is just another missing person statistic. How convenient! And now I had better tell you what is to become of you. You see the Slob as done me a favour. I am a researcher and I need experimental subjects—lab animals if you will—but it is not always easy to find suitable candidates. Strangely enough, even in my position, it is hard to extract an individual from out of the culture without suspicion. In your case, though, the job has already been done most effectively. I’m afraid I shall not be setting you free, my dear. I’m afraid, I will be using you to further my researches.”

She screamed then and rose to her feet, running for the door. It was locked of course and he let her rattle it furiously for a full minute and squeal loudly before he finally shouted the words that would subdue her.

“You’re mine now Sugar Pie!”

The effect was most gratifying. The young woman hung her head in an agony of silent defeat.

“Bend over the table this instant! You’re a disobedient cow aren’t you? I can see why the Slob had to take the strap to you! You need to learn that I will be every bit as firm as your former master. I’m told you respond well to the cane. We shall see now!”

Kirsty lifted her skirt and positioned herself over the desk with the resignation and sinking feeling of many such previous experiences, But surely none since the first time had been quite so bitter as this one! The doctor enjoyed the bare rump displayed so nicely above the dark line of her stocking tops. He took his time and delivered six of the very best, savouring his ownership and the little jumps of anguish which accompanied each stroke. When he spoke again it was in the sure knowledge that he would be obeyed.

“Come with me please, Kirsty!”

The doctor’s voice was stern and the blonde’s heart quailed, still thumping madly from her attempt to run away. She took his hand timidly, when he held it out and he led her through the office and into a clinical white laboratory. Rows of cages round the walls held a softly chattering set of monkeys and dogs who seemed to be eyeing her speculatively. A pretty young nurse was waiting by a shiny table. She had short black hair and she wore a trim white uniform with blue stockings and open toed sandals that could not have been at all practical in any hospital ward.

“See that Kirsty is undressed, Helen, then take her clothes away and burn them will you? She won’t be needing them anymore, she’s joining the lab stock now.”

It was as brutal, as direct and as off hand as that. Kirsty felt tears begin to well up as she was stripped by the efficient little nurse—shoes and skirt, blouse, stockings and underwear all removed and placed in a black plastic bag. There were no questions now, just orders. She would obey—it was as simple as that. A collar was fastened round her neck and she was told to lie on the table and wait for the doctor’s inspection. The nurse finished by kissing the naked blonde briefly on each stiffening nipple and quickly between the junction of her thighs. And of course, when the doctor returned his hands explored her as though she were some abstract study in anatomy. The subject was weighed and photographed from multiple angles. Calipers were set round her head, neck, breasts and thighs and the doctor called out measurements which the nurse wrote down carefully in a little record book. Kirsty whimpered softly as the doctor ran his hands appreciatively up her legs. Although it was unprofessional he had a feeling that this particular specimen would make quite an enjoyable little fuck if he wanted a brief spell of relaxation. He shrugged mentally. There was nothing wrong with mixing business and pleasure in small doses. After all, he’d already conditioned Helen to oblige him with certain very personal services—a minor but rather sweet little addition to the essential qualities of complete obedience and unquestioning acknowledgement of his total authority which had been simple professional necessities he was obliged to instil into any assistant working on the project. Kirsty would be rather different of course. It wouldn’t do to become too attached to her. She was just a lab animal, after all and from now on she would be treated as one. The caning had shocked her into submission so easily and that was where she would be kept. Some of his more weak-minded colleagues might develop a certain fondness for their experimental subjects but not Dr. Bartholomew. In the service of science a lab animal was just a lab animal, he reminded himself, whether it came in human form or not. He stroked the girl’s sex with a firm thumb, pressing the tender skin with casual disregard. “Good to see she’s been kept shaved down here”, he remarked idly to his nurse. “I’ll want her head shaved tomorrow before we start on the tests.” When the doctor finally parted his patient’s legs and entered her it was clinical and cool—a man test driving a new car for responsiveness, comfort and ease of ride. There was to be no release—Kirsty understood that now and with the knowledge came a complete collapse back into the depths of abject surrender. The doctor pumped her hard and Kirsty rose to meet her new owner, anxious now to oblige him and above all obedient. It had been so very wrong of her to try to escape—she knew that now. She had been such a bad girl and the doctor was right to punish her. She was just a lab animal, after all; just there to be used for the doctor’s experiments. The doctor grunted and flooded her flesh, at the same moment that she came, her hips bucking wildly. “Let’s have you in your cage now bitch”, he said fastening a short metal chain to the collar round her neck and leading her to the tiny wire box which was to be her new home. Soon she was crouched uncomfortably next to a nasty looking ape which bared its teeth at her and a growling Doberman which frightened her with a menacing growl. As he closed the door on the naked young woman, the doctor was already planning the next day’s trials. There were some intriguing tests ahead for the little blonde animal. Still, it wouldn’t be all work, he thought with a grin as he switched off the light. When she wasn’t under the instruments there’d be time for a little relaxation under him. And she’d be so grateful for a break from the programme he was certain she’d perform very well indeed. He’d have Helen warm her up, perhaps if she needed a little lubrication first. Oh yes, Kirsty, you sexy little minx, he thought complacently. Before I’m through with you, your body is going to provide me with some very interesting data indeed!

In a railway carriage on the line from London, the Slob was eyeing up a potential replacement for his pretty maid. The unlucky young woman had no idea that she was being considered for an employment opportunity she couldn’t refuse. The Slob liked what he saw—the girl was tall with long dark hair, wearing a black blouse and with a medium length cotton skirt which showed enough leg below the knees to intrigue him. He had a thing for black stockings and high heels and they certainly looked good on this one. He judged the woman to be in her mid twenties. Her skin was pale and her chest, though not so well developed as Suzanne was quite nicely stacked and promised a man a decent handful. An utterly fuckable piece of stuff, he thought, and once she’s been trained to meet my requirements she’ll make a very nice addition to the household furniture. Probably better quality than, Kirsty. He was forgetting for a moment that he’d found the little blonde very desirable when he’d first taken her. But his standards were higher now, provided he got the opportunity.

Initially the Slob had hated the idea of surrendering Kirsty to the doctor, but it hadn’t worked out so badly after all. In fact the compensations were well worth the trade off of the loss of his first slave. He had a regular supply of the drug which helped to keep a victim compliant and he had an interested patron who could put useful business his way. And after all, he had been allowed to keep Suzanne, who had now become his favourite anyway. The succulent young blonde had returned from her successful stay with the Hardcrops, having provided them with a son and heir. How she hated the return to the dingy London flat and the intimate services she had to provide for the Slob and his father! The men took full advantage of her milk bearing mammary glands to suckle from her breasts and greatly enjoyed this new facility in addition to all the familiar pleasures they took with her body. The Slob still wanted a replacement for Kirsty, though. Variety is the spice of life, he reminded himself. Perhaps after all it was a good time to trade Kirsty in for a fresh model.

Put your walkman on, girlie, he willed his sexy new target. Put those headphones on and you’re mine. She did and before they’d reached the next stop she was scratching her leg in response to the initial suitability test. The Slob felt his trousers tent. He was amazed again at the power of the technique to gain control over his targets. It was going to be so easy! And a brunette would be such a nice change. He went to sit beside her, already imagining how the young woman would look naked and what he was going to do to her. He didn’t even know her name yet, he realised but she would be a lovely companion piece for Suzanne. Elegant and even a little aloof now, but once she’d been properly disciplined she’d soon be wriggling under his juicy blonde slave and begging for a proper poke.

He put his arm round the young woman’s shoulders and stole his first kiss as her startled eyes shocked open. “Hello sugar pie!", he said. The game was beginning again.