The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

There was just one little problem which worried the Slob slightly. From the original notes which had been stolen with the hypnotic equipment, he realised that the control regime depended on a number of distinct factors which had to operate together to reinforce one another. The tapes were certainly important and they weren’t an issue. He had learned how to apply his own soundtrack over the base sub-liminals. An element of terror and fear was also easy to maintain. What did give him cause for concern, however, was the supply of the drugs which were used to boost the effect of the tapes. According to the experimental notes the drugs were mainly needed to break down a subjects initial resistance, and he had made sure that Suzanne was properly dosed during the early stages of her indoctrination. However, a low level of one white powder ought to be added to the girls’ diet on an occasional basis and although he made sure the food bowls were doctored he was running out...

As an experiment he began to slowly reduce the dose. At first there was no apparent change. But then Suzanne made her bid for freedom...

It happened like this. The Slob had changed his usual morning routine to indulge himself with Suzanne, giving the blonde a good hard workout which left her shattered from a couple of powerful convulsive orgasms and himself well sated and relaxed for the morning’s work. In a good humour for once he had locked Kirsty into her special plastic panties but left Suzanne free, telling Kirsty she could ‘reward’ her friend at lunch time by sucking her into a climax.

“But no playing with yourself before then!", he warned Suzanne. “You know the rules. You’re a filthy little piece but you only have lesbo sex when I say you can.”

Suzanne hung her head in shame but her heart thudded with illicit anticipation. She had heard all this before so many times and now she believed it. She knew that by lunch time she would be aroused again and eager for the delicate touch of Kirsty’s tongue. The horror which would once have filled her at the very idea of lesbian sex, let alone sex with her friend had now been repeatedly overcome by the intensity of the sexual desire which her owner could produce, direct and control. Poor Kirsty was overcome with jealousy and frustration, knowing that she would be denied any relief for herself.

As soon as the Slob left the girls began their morning exercises. As usual, both of them were naked except for their collars, and their bare breasts bounced prettily as they made vigorous use of the equipment. As she pedalled away on the exercise bike Suzanne was acutely conscious of the pressure of the saddle on her exposed sex and she felt herself beginning to juice up. Already, she longed to slip her fingers into her snatch and work herself over. But she dare not. Even with the Slob long gone she was afraid of his wrath should he find she had disobeyed him. The one time she had been caught in self abuse he had caned her so hard she had thought she would never sit down again—then she’d been kept in plastic panties for a week, at the end of which she was so desperate for a cock inside her that she’d begged Mack to take her, sucked him humbly to orgasm, swallowed all his jism and then spread for him, only to be humiliated by his complete disregard for her pleasures as he brought her off with a marrow bone which he later fed to the dog.

It was more than two hours to lunch time. If he’d left her in the plastic panties she wouldn’t be wanting her ‘reward’—a ‘reward’ which was rapidly turning the morning into an eternity of sexual frustration. It was all so unfair! Even the Slob’s apparent beneficence was only another form of subtle cruelty. How she hated him! If she could only get away for a short while—get back to her friends—get to the police. Then they could rescue Kirsty and everything would be back to normal. Back to how it had been before she had fallen into the clutches of this horrible and evil man.

Suzanne shook her head and blinked slowly. What was she thinking of? Of course she hated her captor but until just now she had barely been able to conceive of disobeying him. Now she was suddenly able to actively entertain thoughts of escape! The lack of the drug had weakened his hold on her and for the first time since the Slob had ‘broken her in’ as he liked to refer to the completion of her primary conditioning, there was a faint ray of hope in the cloud of despair.

Even so, nothing might have happened if the Slob had not been careless. Normally the wardrobe (where he kept the few clothes in which the girls were ever dressed) was kept locked whilst he was out of the flat. It was just another security measure.

“If the blonde babes are naked they’ll think twice before venturing out onto the street”, he explained to Mack one day when he was discussing the various techniques that all helped to keep his prisoners secure. “They can’t even dream of escaping but it’s an extra barrier just in case they were to get any silly ideas. Besides, there’s no need to dress ‘em up unless we want to—I like the French maid uniforms occasionally but for routine, day to day use, a bare blonde babe is quite adequate don’t you think!”

But this time, Suzanne had got a ‘silly’ idea. She crept into the bedroom and found the wardrobe unlocked! Her heart beat rapidly as she scrabbled for some clothes, trying to assemble the most respectable outfit that she could. That wasn’t at all easy! The Slob only kept clothes which were designed to show off his toys’ sexuality and they were certainly not designed for outdoor wear. But Suzanne did the best she could, pulling on a pair of sheer black stockings and suspenders, a ludicrously short mini skirt, a pair of shiny black high heels and a tight black tee shirt that revealed her bare belly button and was cut low enough to display a generous slice of cleavage. She looked at herself in the mirror and gave a grimace, recognising that her appearance was outrageously provocative. To think that she had recently considered the chance to wear such clothes as a reward for good behaviour! She wanted to scream, shaking now with a mixture of fear and rage. Still, there was one more thing she could do. She slipped her hand behind her neck and managed to undo the hateful dog collar, which was the most humiliating badge of her slavery, casting it away with a grimace of disgust.

In the living room, Kirsty regarded her friend with wide eyes and open mouth.

“What are you doing?", she squeaked in horror. “If the Slob catches you, he’ll kill you!”

Her own conditioning had been in place for that much longer and despite the reduced dose of the drug, she had not yet reached the point of freedom which Suzanne now aspired to.

Suzanne went over to her timid friend and surprised herself by planting a tender kiss full on her mouth. Evidently some aspects of the conditioning had persisted and Suzanne finally drew away in a mixture of confusion and blushes.

“Don’t worry, Kirsty, I’m going to get some help. I’ll get us both out of here! Just hang on!”

Suzanne felt a shiver of fear as she dared to open the door of the flat and venture outside for the first time in months. It rapidly turned into a shiver of cold—it was a brisk April day and she was exposing far too much bare flesh for the weather conditions.

“I have to get away from here!", she told herself with more urgency than she would have imagined possible only a few minutes ago. She nearly tripped as she tottered down the stairs and into the street. If she could get to the railway station she could get a train back to somewhere she know. This area was terrible and she was desperate to be anywhere else. At any moment she might encounter the Slob! She nearly ran to the station in constant fear of discovery. Reaching the entrance to the platform she heaved a sigh of relief but it was then that she hit a serious problem. There were no staff at the station but to get past the unmanned ticket barriers she would need a ticket. She looked round anxiously at the ticket machines but of course she had no money. In desperation she considered vaulting over the barriers and she was just trying to climb them when a loud cough from behind made her stumble backwards, embarrassed as she realised she had been caught in the act and had showed an indecent slice of leg in the process.

“What’s the matter dear, can’t get your leg over?", said the new arrival with a low chuckle.

He was a skinhead in his early twenties with a nasty scar on one cheek and a nasty leer for Suzanne as she bit her lip and considered anxiously what to do next. Kirsty would have recognised him as Ricky—an ‘enforcer’ for the Slob who had had his way with her at the Slob’s ‘party’, but Suzanne had never seen him before and although he had never seen or heard of her either, the appearance of this sexy young woman had aroused more than just his interest.

“C.. could you,, could you just lend me a pound so I can get on to the platform?", she pleaded but even as she asked the question she sensed somehow that it was hopeless.

“Of course I can’t”, the skinhead said as if amused by the very idea. “I can’t be a party to a criminal act now can I? It seems to me you’d be trying to skip on a train next without paying your fare. You look like the type that would try that.”

It was a horrible feeling but under the cold intelligent gaze of this horrid man, Suzanne felt all her earlier confidence wither. Suddenly she was as timid as a mouse again, trembling and scared.

“Of course”, the skin head said thoughtfully as if considering a dubious possibility, “you could earn your self some money. My guess is that you’ve got a cute little body under that outfit of yours. And I bet you’ve rented it out to a few customers before today. How about you and me go to the back of my van and you let me give you a good shagging in return for some travelling money? Does that sound fair enough?”

Suzanne was horrified. No sooner had she escaped the clutches of the Slob than she was being propositioned like some cheap whore. But that was exactly what she looked like, she realised in despair. How could the man think anything else when he saw her dressed like this? It was all too much for her. She wanted to cry but she bit her lip and resisted the urge. There was no choice. She decided suddenly that she would just have to do it—let this man have his way with her body and give her the means to escape. After all, the Slob had done so much to her by now that it surely couldn’t be worse to do this of her own free will? And yet she still felt immeasurably soiled and cheapened as she bowed her head and let him take her by the hand and lead her out to the station car park.

The skinhead had the keys for a large blue transit van painted with the logos of a builder’s merchant. He opened the back door—“get inside and wait for me!", he said brusquely. “I have to make a phone call.”

She couldn’t hear his conversation as she crouched in the corner but it only took a few moments...

“Rita? It’s Ricky here. Listen, I thought you ought to know that there’s a free lancer working on your patch. Yeah that’s right. I haven’t seen her here before and she’s not one of yours, I thought you might like to check it out... I’m at the station. Give us half an hour, will you...”

The door opened with a bang and suddenly the man was towering over her.

“Ready then girlie? Let’s get on with it, I haven’t got all day...”

Ricky whistled when he pulled her skirt up and saw Suzanne had no panties. “Ready for business, eh girl?", he mocked her. He fucked her just as she was, making the back of the van bounce, squeezing her breasts and planting unwelcome kisses all over her face.

“C...C... Can I have my money now”, she said after he’d flooded her flesh with his juices and sat back with a sigh.

“Not yet”, he told her cruelly. “I enjoyed that so much I think I’d like to have you again. It’d be rude to offend a good customer like me, now wouldn’t it? And this time I want you up the arse!”

So poor Suzanne was obliged to bend over and lift her skirt for a second assault. She was sobbing quietly by the time he finished—this had been a much longer and more brutal invasion and his hands had done even more cruel things to her breasts as he impaled her, ripping the tee shirt and groping her lush young body with evident enjoyment and no regard for her own feelings.

“L.. l.. let me go now!", she finally demanded, but he pushed her back with a firm kiss.

Suzanne was beginning to realise that this man had no intention of paying for the liberties he had taken with her body and she just wanted to get away. She felt a terrible intimation of horror.

“Not quite yet girlie”, the man said, glancing at his watch. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet. I don’t think she’ll be very pleased about an unlicensed newcomer on her territory!”

“W.. w.. what do you mean?”

But Suzanne suddenly knew what he meant! She had to get away!

There was a knock on the back of the van door.

“Come in”

Rite McGiven opened the door and when she saw Suzanne in the back of the van her eyes opened wide.

“It’s you!", she said with a venomous snarl to which Suzanne could only manage an answering squeak.

“It seems you too know each other after all”, Ricky said with interest...

It was quite easy for Ricky and Rita to overcome Suzanne’s wild but inadequate thrashing about as she sought to escape. She managed one scream before the skinhead backhanded her and she fell into a dazed silence. Before she could recover, Rita had a strangle hold round her neck and was instructing Ricky to truss her legs and arms with a roll of black tape in the back of the van. In less than a minute Suzanne was safely bound and gagged.

“So you’ve come across this piece of fluff before then?", Ricky said. “And I gather she isn’t your favourite bit of stuff. What’s the story and what are you going to do to her?”

So Rita explained that Suzanne was the Slob’s property and told the story of how she had come into his possession and the deal that the Slob has struck concerning her ‘private’ use.

“I don’t blame you for taking advantage of the silly trollop”, Rita concluded. “The daft bitch was asking for it, parading herself on the station like that. I don’t know how she imagined she was going to escape. Still, I’m sure her owner will be pleased to have her back again and I’ve no doubt he’ll deal with this piece of wanton disobedience very severely indeed! Before he starts on the little slut, I think she owes me something for the trouble of recapturing her. I think I’ll have her over my knee and give her a damn good hiding!”

And so saying, she removed Suzanne’s high heels, bent the squirming and vulnerable young blonde over her knee and proceeded to beat her bare bottom with the sole of her own shoes. The high heels proved to be an admirable instrument of correction, flexible enough to comfortably absorb the shock of each blow but hard enough to deliver plenty of Rita’s venom. Soon Suzanne was sobbing loudly and he buttocks were glowing bright red and all but blistering from the punishment.

As Rita had predicted, the Slob was delighted to have Suzanne returned to the nest. He had returned to the flat for lunch and only just discovered her escape when Rita and Rick arrived with the thoroughly subdued young woman wrapped in a black plastic bag and slung over Rick’s shoulder like a carpet.

“Your little bit of stuff, I believe”, he said with a grin. “Try and take more care of her in future will you?”

The Slob was so relieved to have his prisoner back in custody he wasn’t in the slightest riled by Rick’s irritating good humour and promised to buy him a beer later. When the young thug had gone, however and Suzanne was unwrapped on the sofa with her eyes wide and terrified it was quite a different story. Now the Slob could let his anger show. Rita sat beside him with a grim smile on her face. She was looking forward to witnessing Suzanne’s punishment if the Slob would allow it.

“Well, young lady”, he said. “You have been a very, very naughty little girlie, haven’t you?”

He stroked her legs and pinched the tender skin on her bare bottom, making her flinch in pain. “After all I’ve done for you as well and on the very day I’d promised you a nice little lunch time ‘gasm from your friend Kirsty? It really is too bad! I’ve obviously been far too lenient with you, haven’t I?”

His eyes were a steely menace that made Suzanne shiver.

“That will have to change now, I’m afraid. I shall spank you, of course—that goes without saying. And then a dose of the strap and the cane would seem to be in order and I rather think I shall have you whipped as well but somehow that doesn’t seem enough... Stronger measures are called for! I shall take the afternoon off to deal with you and my father will help.”

“May I offer a suggestion?", Rita said. She bent to whisper in the Slob’s ear and soon a grin was splitting his face from ear to ear.

“An excellent idea, Rita. I think that would be most fitting! Do you have the equipment? Excellent! Yes, we’ll begin with that shall we?”

To Kirsty’s astonishment the Slob suddenly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her over to the sofa.

“Lick you friend’s tits Kirsty!", the Slob ordered. “I want her nipples stiffened up so they’re nice and sensitive.”

The girls had been given many lessons in stimulating one another and the conditioning was very effective. Despite her dread and ignorance of what was to come, Suzanne couldn’t help herself. When Kirsty began delicately running her tongue over her breasts Suzanne became rapidly and helplessly aroused and her nipples were soon in the state the Slob wanted. She hadn’t noticed him take hold of a small metal implement which Rita passed over from her handbag. He pinched her right nipple sharply and then suddenly applied a staple gun and pierced the delicate skin. Suzanne screamed, quite unable to keep silent. The Slob completed the job on the other nipple, ignoring her cries of pain.

“You’re going to be decorated now my dear”, he said conversationally. “Rita has some nice little nipple rings which will look very pretty on your titties and will help in your punishment!”

The cruel woman reached into her handbag and brought forth a pair of tiny metal rings. Suzanne had no opportunity to object as the Slob slipped the cold metal carefully through the new holes he had pierced in her flesh.

“Very nice”, he said admiring the effect. Now Suzanne was taken into the bedroom. She was made to kneel on a wooden chair facing the wall. Her arms were tied high above her head and secured to the ceiling hook where she had been suspended on the first day the Slob had enjoyed her body. But it was the new nipple rings which allowed the Slob to refine his punishment of the hapless young slave girl. He took half an hour to drill and plug two hooks in the wall then fastened a short metal chain from each one on to the hated rings. The lush little blonde was now compelled to bend right over the back of the chair to lessen the dreadful tugging on her breasts. This thrust her bare bottom nicely into the air and left her head pushed down between her arms. The Slob took two lengths of twine and wrapped them round the base of Suzanne’s breasts tying them quite tight to make the stretched flesh balloon a little. The other end of the twine was secured to the wall hooks. If she pulled back from the wall the young woman could stretch her breasts to a painful degree and might even have torn the rings away but the twine formed a much stronger bond and the way he had tied it the Slob was confident that his victim would be unable to pull back far enough to inflict any permanent damage by tearing her nipples By now Suzanne was sobbing in trepidation and promising never to disobey her owner again. But the Slob was determined to administer a lesson she would never forget. A collar was fastened around the young woman’s neck again and a loop of rope fastened to the back and secured through the ceiling hook kept her head upright.

“Perfect”, said the Slob as he ran his hand over the vulnerable blonde’s quivering body. Mack had arrived and brought Kirsty into the bedroom to witness her friend’s punishment.

“What do you think Dad?”

Suzanne’s bottom was displayed in an ideal position for beating. Her breasts were nicely separated and pulled out into a degree of tension which left them deliciously exposed for any punishment they wanted to meet out. And she could not escape.

“I think the tart needs sorting out”, said Mack. “Let’s get to it!”

The Slob was as good as his word and beat Suzanne with all the instruments he had threatened her with. Father and son took it in turns to apply the punishment. Sometimes one would attend to her bottom whilst the other beat her breasts but the men always allowed time for their victim to relax between the application of each implement so that she had partially recovered and was capable of feeling the full impact of each new tool. When they delivered simultaneous punishment, her bottom was always treated to the harsher of two instruments and they went comparatively easy on her mammary glands so as not to inflict any permanent damage. But even the relatively mild beatings which they did deliver were bad enough and soon the fat globes of her breasts were decorated with multiple pink lines of agony.

The men started lightly with the strap and bare hands, graduated to a switch and strap, a crop and the switch, the cane and the crop and finally the whip and the cane.

Whilst she was being beaten, the Slob stuck a sheet of paper on the wall in Suzanne’s eye line.

“This is a little reminder of your position”, he told her. “I want you to memorise it. And you’d better be word perfect when I ask you to say it!”

Kirsty watched the beatings over the long afternoon in horror and terror. The sobbing girl was made to repeat the long mantra of abject apology printed on the wall, time after time. Poor Suzanne found the whole experience unbelievably painful and humiliating. She would never ever disobey her owner again!

But even when they were finished with the beating the men had one final excruciating degradation for Suzanne. Kept in the punishment position, the raw and acutely sensitive skin of her left buttock was tattooed with a black die, which Mack applied with a sharp needle.

“Property of the Slob. If found, please spank this arse and return it to its rightful owner.”

Only in the early evening did the Slob finally relent, letting the girl down to kneel at his feet and utter her pretty speech one more time. He was very gratified by the feeling she put into it, convinced that for the moment at any rate she believed it.

“The Slob is my master. He owns this body to do with as he wants. It is merely a convenient fuck toy for him to play with. He owns my tits, my mouth, my legs, my bottom, my bum hole and my cunt. I am a stupid slut and only fit to be used as an instrument of my master’s desire or for the gratification of his friends. I am a worthless damp little tramp and I do not deserve any relief for my own wanton animal cravings. I will keep my hands away from the pleasure portal between my legs unless my master tells me otherwise because he owns it and self-abuse is abuse of my master’s property. My owner is right to punish me whenever I make him angry. If my owner sees fit to permit me an orgasm I will climax promptly and thank him sincerely for the privilege. I will obey the Slob at all times and I will keep this body in good condition and ready for him whenever he wants to use it.”

“Very good”, said the Slob. “You seem to understand your role here at last. I shall have you repeat that speech every morning and strap you once for every word that isn’t perfect.”

Then he slipped his swollen cock into her mouth and let her suck it gratefully, swallowing his sperm as he squirted it down her throat.

“By all means make use of the silly tart this week if you want too Dad”, he said as he zipped himself up and fastened Suzanne’s collar round her neck again. “But keep it to anal or oral and don’t let her come. A week of frustration is part of her punishment.”

He turned to Kirsty, who had been made to watch her friend’s ordeal in silence.

“Now, my naughty little maid, I’d better deal with you, hadn’t I? Don’t think you’re getting away with it! You should never have let your friend get out of the flat. Bend over the table! My friend Michael wants a few words with your bottom my dear!”